Crowley didn't put up much of a fight... In fact he seemed to have been expecting them. "Well then boys! Nice to see you again."
Sam glared, Gabriel just behind him. Crowley turned his attention to Dean, who has his own angel beside him, "Well..." the demon started, "It's a little boyfriend, girlfriend get together. Tell me, do both the angels bottom?" Crowley sent a cold wink Castiel's way.
Dean growled defensively before he even realized he was doing it.
"Now now," Crowley stood within his devil's trap, slipping his hands into his pockets, "No need to get to defensive squirrel. I'm assuming I'm here for a deal? How may I be of service?"
"Gabriel's grace." Sam replied.
"Ahh."
"We want it back."
Crowley rolled his eyes, "Why would I do that? Have you any idea what angel grace sells for on the market these days?"
Dean frowned, "Who's buying?"
Crowley paused, "Client confidentiality."
Castiel took a menacing step forward, "If you have my brother's grace-"
"I know the drill. You'll kill me right?" Crowley started to chuckle, "You've been with the Winchesters too long my friend. That's how they approach every problem out there." He crooked his voice, "If you touch my brother I swear I'll..."
"Alright!" Dean growled, "We get it. What do you want?"
The demon smiled, "Now you're talking. However, for this transaction, I ask that the Winchesters leave the room."
"No way!" The brother's snapped simultaneously.
Crowley chuckled again. "You guys practice or something?" He pulled his hands from his pockets, "Now, if you want the grace back, I suggest you shoo~" he sang, his hands gesturing them out the door.
Dean looked ready to hit him. Cas placed a warm hand on his arm, "Dean."
"Oh c'mon Cas! You can't really expect me to-"
"Dean."
"It is not happening Cas! Sammy and I are staying!"
Castiel shot Dean an apologetic look before turning to Gabriel. Without warning, the two angels lifted their hands to the boy's foreheads. Zapping them away. "What?" Dean questioned, finding himself in a totally different place. "Son of a bitch!"
Sam was behind him, just as pissed, "Dean, they don't know what they're doing!"
"Well fat lot of good that's gonna be now, thanks Sam!" Dean barked.
Sam rubbed his hand across the back of his neck, starting to pace, "Okay... we just need to figure out where we are. Then we can find a way back right? Maybe in time. We can stop them from doing anything stupid."
"It's a bit too late for that! Sam we don't have a car, we don't have any money, we're stuck here!"
Sam shook his head, "Then... there's no way to save them?"
Dean sighed, "I don't know what Crowley wants, but lets just hope it's nothing too terrible."
"Dean... It's Crowley."
"I know Sam... Just shut up. I know damn well."