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Castiel slings Haillie over his shoulder forcefully. With a nod, he and Haillie both disappear into thin air. With that the devil's trap vanishes at Castiel's will. Lilith takes the opportunity and flees, leaving Crowley alone.
In tears, Crowley slides down the white hotel room wall. "Haillie, my Haillie. I ruined everything. I'm sorry, my darling," he cries to the nothingness. The lonely room is silent and still. The only sound is the sound of Crowley's heartbreaking sobs.
The feeling of a hand rests upon Crowley's shoulder. Through teary eyes, Crowley looks up to see Sara. Her fair skin shimmers under the bright light. "Don't cry, my love," Sara softly whispers and sits next to him. Her Ruby red lips kiss the side of his face.
"You aren't real," Crowley tells her with tears running down from his eyes like waterfalls. He denies that she is. Every common sense factor in him tells him that she can't be here, but Crowley wants to believe. As she lays her head on his shoulder, Crowley feels his insides sink.
Sara whispers in his ear, "It doesn't matter if I'm real or not. You can feel me and hear me. It's good enough, love." Crowley wraps his arms around her and just sobs. "You did well, Crowley. Don't ever feel guilty for what happened. I told you to not do anything, and you honored that no matter how much you didn't want to. You stayed loyal and listened to me. Crowley, that takes a lot in a person," Sara tells him stroking the back of his hair.
"Sara, I screwed everything up. I got a little girl's mother killed. I tried to take care of her and got her kidnapped. Right now she is God knows where with that idiotic angel. He doesn't know how to care for a child, but I guess, neither did I. I'm so sorry about everything. Sara, I miss you more and more every single day," Crowley tells her forehead to forehead. They stare deeply into each other's eyes.
Sara sighs and takes Crowley's face in her hands. "Crowley," she starts, "you need to do everything to get that little girl back. When you do you make sure she never leaves your side again. She will pull you together. I know all you wanted, and now you can have at least part of that. Crowley, find Haillie." With a sad look, Sara fades away into thin air, leaving Crowley alone again.
With his eyes closed, Crowley says to the air, "I will, Sara, I'll do anything." He stands up and brushes himself off. Quickly, he packs up everything and snaps appearing at his mansion. Briskly, he walks down the hallway and throws the suitcases into his room.
"Dean," Crowley says into his cellphone, "you need to find Castiel for me. He has Haillie. You know he answers you. If I find him before you do I can't guarantee anyone will walk away from the situation. Call me."
Sighing, Crowley pours scotch into a glass. He takes a seat and just begins to think. Memories flood into his head.
Crowley looked down into the casket. Her face was still and different than it was before. Sara had gray around her eyes. The bones in her cheeks were more apparent than ever. Luckily, Crowley had found a spell to walk on the hallowed ground.
"You're the only one who showed up. Did Sara not have any family?" the priest asked from behind Crowley. The feeling of having to talk to a man of God was excruciating, but through everything Sara still believed. He had to do it for her.
Crowley answered mournfully, "No. Sara didn't have any family or friends .Each other are all we had." The priest laid a hand on Crowley's shoulder. It stung Crowley, but he didn't show it.
"It's sad what's been going around. I and the church are always here for support if you ever wish to come in. That child and Sara were taken way before they should have, but everyone has their time to go. God works in mysterious ways, my boy," the priest told Crowley. He sighed.
"Castiel is in Heaven with the girl," a female voice snaps Crowley back to the horrible reality. Meg stands before him. "I know that I'm the last one you would expect here, but I don't think Castiel should have taken the girl."
Crowley sighs and tells Meg, "Thank you, sweetheart." She looks at him suspiciously. Meg takes a seat across from Crowley observing him. "Do you need something?" Crowley asks stressed. He sips another drink of his scotch.
Meg replies, "I was expecting a witty comment. I was expecting you to yell at me. Crowley, this little girl really means a lot to you doesn't she?" Crowley nods with tears in his eyes. He doesn't want to break in front of her. "Crowley, when they aren't in Heaven they are in Detroit. The crappy motel on Main Street. They are in room six. Find that girl," Meg says before disappearing.
"Thank you," Crowley whispers into the air. Snapping he appears inside of the motel room. "I will wait here until they get back. There is going to be Hell to pay for that angel. That is my little girl. He had no right to take her!"
Hours pass and it begins to get dark. Still riled up, Crowley paces the dirty floor. Slowly the motel room door opens. Castiel stands with Haillie in his arms. She is scratched up and crying. Crowley pulls out the colt. "Castiel put my girl down." I gunshot rings out through the air. Haillie screams and flees to under the bed. She cries and hugs her teddy who can't say anything hut comforts her more than she may ever know. Things will never be the same ever again for anyone.