Dean is clutching Castiel, sobbing into his trench coat. Sam goes up to him and puts his hands on his brothers shoulders.
Sam: It's time to let go Dean.
Dean: No. I can't! I won't!
Crowley gets up and walks towards the bed with tears streaming down his cheeks. Dean looks up at Crowley and then gets an idea. He gets up and faces him.
Dean: Bring him back.
Crowley: What?
Dean: You heard me. My soul for his, you can take me whenever you want, just bring him back.
Sam: DEAN! NO!
Dean: Shut up, Sammy! Crowley, bring him back.
Crowley: No. Dean.
Dean *puzzled*: NO?! After all I've done for you?
Crowley: I won't, not him.
Dean: Now, now you decide to go soft?
Crowley: I can't decide that for him.
Dean: Well I am. Bring him back.
Sam moves forward and goes between them. He faces his brother.
Sam: Dean. You don't know what you're saying. Crowley is right. You can't decide this for him.
Dean: Why? I'm the only family he's got!
Sam: BECAUSE HE'LL HATE YOU FOR IT!
Dean: WHAT, LIKE THE WAY YOU DID?
Sam: YES. DEAN. EXACTLY LIKE THAT. You were used to me being pissed at you but can you really live with having Cas alive and him wanting nothing to do with you?
Dean looks at Sam dumbfounded. He looks back at Cas and grabs his trench coat.
Dean: Do it, Crowley.
Crowley: NO DEAN!
Dean: WHY! Give me one good reason.
Crowley: If I bring him back, he will be a demon.
Sam: No, Dean. I'm putting my foot down.
Dean: You're lying.
Crowley: Have I given any reason not to trust me in the past year?
Dean shakes his head.
Crowley: You want a reason? He's an angel. He isn't human and if he was it'd be easier.
Sam: No. Dean. He'll never forgive us, he'll never forgive you.
Crowley: Besides I'd have no use for him.
Dean grabs Crowley by his jacket.
Dean: You may not have use for him but I need him. Bring him back.
Crowley looks at Dean and drops his head. Dean lets go of him and Crowley fixes his jacket. Crowley shakes his head and turns toward Sam.
Crowley: Moose, document this. I did not want this for the angel.
Sam: I won't be here to watch this.
Dean: Sam-
Sam: No. Dean. This is your doing and I'm standing by Crowley on this one.
Crowley: You know it's a pretty bad decision you've made when Moosey over there sides with me.
Crowley gives Castiel a once over and doesn't like what he sees.
Crowley: He needs to be more demonie. I'll be a moment.
Crowley disappears for a moment and returns to the room with a new wardrobe for Castiel.
Crowley: Alright, lets change him.
Dean: A little help, Sammy?
Sam shakes his head and walks out of the room.
Dean: Typical.
Dean takes Castiel's trench coat off and folds it beside him on the bed. He undoes his tie and unbuttons his shirt. Crowley takes off Castiel's shoes and Dean takes Castiel's pants off. Dean smirks at Castiel's white boxers and looks at Crowley. Crowley points at the boxers and nods. Dean looks at Crowley wide eyed and he takes them off as well.
Crowley: Enjoying yourself?
Dean: Shut up. Now, dress him.
Crowley snaps his fingers and Castiel is now wearing black from head to toe and a new black trench coat.
Dean: You could have snapped his clothes off couldn't you?
Crowley *smiles*: Yes. I could have.
Dean shoves Crowley.
Dean: Okay. Turn him.
Crowley: He looks much better now.
Crowley places his hands on Castiel's chest and black smoke begins to fill the room. The black smoke enters Castiel and his body convulses. Crowley holds him steady.
Crowley: Alright, Tinkerbell. Here's your fairy dust.
Castiel is breathing again and he sits up right on the edge of the bed. Dean puts his hands on his cheeks and waits.
Dean: Cas?
Castiel opens his eyes and his crystal blue eyes are gone they are replaced with empty, soulless darkness.
Castiel smiles a wicked grin.