A/N: This chapter is dedicated to DMRA, the best friend I could have asked for. Sorry this took so long. School got in the way. Anyway here's chapter three! Please leave reviews. At this point flames are even welcomed.

Dean couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, her face appeared. He had tried to get answers. He had failed to summon Crowley so instead he had sliced through three crossroad demons. He had even prayed to Castiel, but didn't receive an answer. So Dean Winchester was restless.

Am I going to see you again?

Her voice rang in his ears with a ferocity that he hadn't seen since her death…and then the Osiris incident. Dean had never told Sam about her later visit but then again Sam knew not to bring her name into a conversation. Jo simply became another dark secret between the brothers. Now, though, Dean needed help. He took out his phone and dialed. He was surprised when the other line picked up after only three rings.

"Hello?" Sam yawned, obviously woken up by his brother's phone call.

"Hey, Sammy," Dean smiled.

"Dean? Where the hell have you been?"

Dean shook his head. "It doesn't matter now. I need your help."

"Did you find a case?"

"Somethin' like that. I need you to do some digging in the bunker. See if you can find anything about demons taking people out of Heaven."

"Dean," Sam sighed, "what's this about?"

"I told you. It's about a case."

"Dean-"

"Call me when you've got something," Dean snapped before cutting off the call. Sighing, he considered trying to sleep again when there was a knock at the motel room door. Grabbing a gun off of the bedside table, Dean looked through the peep-hole and groaned.

"What do you want?" he demanded, throwing open the door. The King of Hell smiled up at him, even though the hunter still held his gun.

"I came with a proposition," the demon informed him, stepping past the hunter in the motel room.

"Not interested," Dean growled, going to the fridge to get a beer.

"Oh, but I think you are. You want answers and I have them. So you're going to listen." Dean glared at the demon, challenging him to reveal Dean's secret worry.

"I can help you find her," Crowley told him simply.

"And what's in it for you?" Dean demanded, taking a quick chug of his beer.

"You need training, Squirrel. You can only hold the Blade for a few seconds until you lose it. You need to be in control, Squirrel."

The gears in Dean's head clicked together. "So I train with you and you help me find her?"

"That is what I just told you. Try and keep up, Squirrel."

Dean sighed and silently prayed that she'd understand.

"Fine, I'll do it."

A smile blossomed across Crowley's face. "Excellent."

"You're not gonna kiss me, are you?" Dean demanded.

Crowley shook his head. "A handshake should suffice." They shook hands and the deal was done. "I'll see you bright and early, Squirrel."

A/N: So this was a long time coming. Hopefully you will have an update at least once a week. Again this chapter was dedicated to DMRA! Please review! (Again I will accept flames at this point. I'M DESPERATE!)