Last time: "Crowley's still in the trunk!" She screamed back to him, before slamming the door.

Dean nodded, "Right, I left him in the trunk." He muttered.

Emma came back in the door with a shivering Crowley. She sat him down next to James and went to grab a blanket. Crowley looked at Dean, "You left me in the trunk." He said, his lip quivering. "You bastard." He said, as Emma came in the room with a blanket.

"Here." She wrapped a blanket around him and sat beside him. Then she turned to Dean, "You left him in the trunk." She said, scolding Dean. Dean held his hands up in surrender. Emma rolled her eyes, "Anyway, Crowley needs a bed."

Dean stared at her disbelief clear in his eyes, "Are you serious? This is Crowley. This guy has done more wrongs than you can count, and you want me to just welcome him into my home with open arms?!" He said, his voice rising.

He stared at her and she stared back, narrowing her eyes, "Yes." She challenged.

"This guy had killed a lot of people. Some of them were my friends and you are seriously asking me to do this?!" He growled out. His pale green eyes continued to stare her down and her vivid green eyes never faltered.

"Get over it." She said simply.

"What." He said, speaking out of gritted teeth.

She stood up and walked over to him until their noses were almost touching, "Get. Over. It." She said, again.

Dean exploded, "I can't just get over it! I lost some of my dearest friends because of that bastard! So there is no way in hell if I am going to let him sleep in a regular bed like a-"

He was cut off, "Like a what?" She questioned. She didn't give him time to answer. "A regular person? What, would you rather have him sleep outside like a dog?"

"I think I would." He answered.

She scoffed, "You're not the only one whose lost people because of him, Winchester." She said, calmy. "I know what it feels like to lose friends, family. To lose people you care about. I know what he is capable of." She said, calmly. Dean hated it, how calm she was. How she wasn't screaming like he was.

"Then why are you protecting him?!" Dean screamed, looking like he was about to throttle Crowley.

He glared at her calm expression. Then her face changed to a rather stern expression, "I am protecting him because he's human. You have no idea how much he is hurting right now. All of his memories, the faces of the people he killed, tortured are now making their way to the surface and he is hurting."

"Why should I care?!" He screamed, not caring if he woke up her stupid brother James, or Cas.

She paused, "Because you know how it feels." She said.

He was taken aback. "What?" He asked, not understanding. James stirred and sleepily opened his eyes. He looked around and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at Crowley. Then he looked at Dean and Emma's stare down and didn't bother to interrupt, Emma has started another fight, great. he thought with annoyance as he looked at Emma.

She crossed her arms over her chest, "Hell." That one word brought images of screaming faces begging for the pain to go away. He flinched and glared at her, "Bed." She said, again.

Dean glared at her, "Fine." He growled and gestured for them to follow him. He walked down the hall and opened a door to an empty room, complete with a bed, a bedside table, and a lamp. Crowley walked in, nodded at them and shut the door behind him. Dean and Emma made their way back to the couch's and Emma sat down next to James while Dean leaned against the door frame.

James looked at Emma, "What did you do this time?" He asked, rolling his eyes.

"I didn't do anything," She said, giving James a quick glare. "The Winchester was being stubborn." She said, looking at him.

Dean glared at her, "Well excuse me if I don't want to welcome my worst enemy into my home."

"Calm down, both of you. You're acting like children." James said, shaking his head at them.

Emma rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. Then she looked at Dean, "Now this may be a long shot, but James and I are at a dead end." She explained. James shot her a look but she ignored it, "We need your help, Winchester."