A/N: My thanks to the guest reviewer. Yes yes I know this one is super short. Sorry. :( Anyway here it is, the final chapter of my story. R&R please?

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Crowley blinked them into the foyer of the bunker.

"Can you stay?"

Crowley hesitated.

"You have to go back don't you?"

"Maybe I could stay for a while."

"And maybe that would just make things in hell more difficult to fix."

Crowley bit his bottom lip. "I miss you."

"I miss you too but you have to fix hell to stay safe."

"Yeah," Crowley whispered.

Sam wrapped his arms around Crowley and leaned down to kiss him. "Now go," Sam ordered.

One week later...

"Try it again."

"I'm trying."

"You're over thinking it Sam. Relax and let it happen."

"I am relaxed," Sam growled.

Crowley shook his head. "You've done this in your sleep. You can do this. Just quit pushing for it, let it come naturally."

"Trying," Sam growled.

"Maybe we should take a break," Dean suggested.

Crowley eyed Dean. Could work, he thought. Reaching out he shoved Dean.

"What the hell, Crowley?"

He shoved him again.

"Stop it," Dean ordered.

Crowley shoved him again.

"Stop."

Crowley shoved him once more and Dean punched him. Crowley licked the blood off his split lip and shoved Dean again. Dean punched him again. Suddenly Sam was between them.

"Yes. Like that," Crowley told him.

"Damn it Crowley," Sam cursed.

Sam grabbed Crowley's chin and turned his face back and forth.

"It's fine Sam." Crowley waved off Sam's concern and healed himself. "You blinked," Crowley said smiling.

"It's not funny," Sam argued.

"It's not like he hurt me Sam."

"He could have."

"I thought this was about you learning to use your powers."

"Not at the expense of you getting hurt."

"I'm all for punching Crowley again if it helps," Dean offered.

"You stay out of this," Sam ordered. "Damn it Crowley."

"I think your powers are emotionally based. You need to feel strongly about something for them to work."

"If you get yourself hurt again just to help me use my powers I'm quitting."

"Fine, but we still learned something."

"So… I can't punch Crowley again," Dean asked.

"Dean," Sam growled.

Dean held up his hands. "Hey, I was just asking."

"Do it again," Crowley ordered.

Sam closed his eyes and concentrated.

"Wait."

Crowley walked away several feet. "Think about you and me together and hold the image in your mind."

"Really Crowley?"

"Hush Dean. Sam?"

Sam nodded and closed his eyes. Crowley felt it the instant Sam pulled the memory forward. "Now concentrate on that."

Walking into the room behind Sam Crowley shut the door.

"Sam?"

"Not now Crowley."

"You're mad?"

"You got yourself hurt for no reason. Of course I'm mad."

"But it helped."

"Don't care."

Crowley put a hand on Sam's shoulder and Sam shrugged it off.

"Sam?"

"No."

Crowley bit his bottom lip.

"Can… Can we…maybe cuddle?"

"No. I'm still pissed off at you Crowley."

Sam turned to face him and Crowley took a step back.

"I'm sorry?"

"I don't want you hurt. Don't you get it?"

"What do you want me to say," Crowley asked quietly. "I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me." Crowley bit his bottom lip and sat down on the bed. "Please?"

"Crowley?"

Crowley shook his head.

"Are you okay?"

Crowley shook his head again. "I don't think so," he said quietly.

Sam sat down next to him and put an arm around him.

"Please don't leave me," Crowley whispered.

"You think I'm going to leave you because I'm mad?"

Crowley bit his lip harder and snuggled against Sam.

"People get mad sometimes Crowley. That's just how it is. It doesn't mean I'm going to leave you, okay?"

Crowley shook his head and clung onto Sam's shirt. "Please," he whispered.

"What am I going to do with you? No, Crowley, I'm not leaving you. Okay?"

Crowley nodded. Sam reached down and put a hand under his chin. Crowley struggled to keep Sam from pulling his face upward but finally gave in to Sam's insistence. "Please?"

"I am not leaving you. Okay?"

Crowley tried to duck his head again but Sam refused to let him.

"Understood?"

"No. I mean. I don't understand why. You're mad because of me."

"And that doesn't mean I'm leaving you."

"Really?"

"Really Crowley."

"I love you."

Sam released his chin and wrapped both arms around him.

"Love you too Crowley."

"Why?"

"Didn't I tell you love doesn't need a reason?"

Crowley gripped Sam's shirt more tightly and pressed his face into Sam's shoulder.

Crowley was used to being slightly too warm. Even so it was warmer than it should have been. Opening his eyes he found himself face to face with Sam. No, his mind told him, that's not Sam. Crowley struggled to get away.

"No, please. Not this. Not now!"

"Did you really think you could escape?

"You're not real," Crowley yelled.

"Doesn't matter does it? I don't have to be real to hurt you."

"No! Sam!"

Sam's eyes opened and he turned his head back and forth trying to figure out what was wrong. Crowley was on the far edge of the bed with his arms wrapped around himself and shivering. Sam moved over and put an arm over the demon. Pulling him closer Sam whispered to him.

"Shh. It's just a dream Crowley. It's not real. Shh."

Crowley whimpered and Sam nuzzled against Crowley's neck.

"Shh, baby. It's not real. I'm real, come back to me. Come back to me baby."

"Sam," Crowley whined.

"I'm here baby. Come back to me," Sam whispered against Crowley's ear.

"Not Sam, you're not," Crowley muttered in his sleep.

Sam winced. It would be one of those dreams. He tightened his arms around Crowley.

"It's not real baby. Come back to me, I'm real."

Crowley started to struggle in Sam's arms.

"Shh. You're okay baby. It's me. Really me, promise."

Crowley's eyes shot open. "Sam," Crowley gasped.

"It's me baby, it's just me."

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Don't hurt me anymore."

"It was a dream. It wasn't real baby. You're safe now. No one's going to hurt you anymore. Okay?"

Crowley struggled in Sam's arms and Sam released him. As soon as his arms were free Crowley wrapped them around Sam. Crowley's grip was almost painful and Sam fought to ignore it. He couldn't blame Crowley for his fears. He had seen what happened to souls in the torture pits of hell.

"Shh baby, I'm here. You're safe now."

"Sam," Crowley mumbled into Sam's chest.

"I'm here."

"Don't leave me?"

"Never baby. Never."

Turning to the demon beside him 'Chuck' waited.

"If you're waiting for me to say I take my words back you're going to have to keep waiting."

"I didn't say anything."

"You never do. You know the angel's still waiting for you to 'return'," Cain stated.

"Soon."

"So you'll make me mortal now?"

"You could have helped them more."

"You could have too," Cain pointed out.

Chuck shrugged. "I helped them as much as they needed."

Cain cleared his throat and eyed the being in front of him.

"Yes, yes. I promised didn't I?"

"So you did."

"You sure you're ready for this?"

"To be mortal and to eventually die? More than ready."

Chuck moved forward and waved a hand over the bed. The blanket tangled around Dean and Cass was suddenly lying over the two of them. Seriously? Of all the names a deity could pick why he still wanted to be called Chuck was beyond Cain. To each their own he supposed.

"Now," Cain asked.

"No. One more thing first."

Suddenly they were in Sam and Crowley's room. Cain resisted the urge to growl. He hated porting with a passion. The Grace an angel, or in this case God, used rubbed against his demonic powers. The stronger the Grace the worse it felt.

Chuck walked over to the bed and stared at the two forms. Reaching down he placed a finger against Sam's forehead. "Rest peacefully," Chuck ordered.

Moving to the demon Chuck put a finger against Crowley forehead. "No more dreams of hell," he ordered.

Both sleeping bodies seemed to relax. Chuck cocked his head and watched the two for a moment. "Be at peace my children."