"Ah, Squirrel, how I've missed you." Crowley's drawling voice comes through the phone, making Dean's jaw clench in anger.

"I know you have her." He growls. His grip on the phone is white knuckles, and his teeth grind painfully.

"We haven't talked in ages." Crowley continues. "Remember when we were besties?"

"Cut the crap and tell me where she is." Dean's voice is angry, concealing his fear.

"Bollocks, you just won't get off this subject will you." Crowley has the voice of a disappointed child who didn't get his ice cream.

"No, I won't, so shut your d- mouth and tell me where she is." Dean's voice rose furiously. He moves to the end of the dock he stands on, his fingers clenching around the railing.

"Squirrel, you should know me well enough by now to know I won't just tell you where she is." Crowley says, now simpering and condescending.

"Fine you son of a b-, tell me what you want." Dean practically shouted into the phone.

"I want to watch you suffer, Squirrel! What else have I ever wanted?" Crowley cackles.

"Well I'm suffering. Can you give her back now?" Dean was practically pleading then.

"Alright, here's the deal, Squirrel." The king of hell pauses for a long moment. "You send me Moose to be ritualistically slain, and you can have back your little girlfriend."

Dean's heart practically stops. He cannot even fathom the consequences of either option. The world without Sam…. well, he's never truly known it. The world without Beck, he never wants to know. Ever.

"Want to hear what she has to say about it?" Crowley says a moment later, the sadistic grin almost audible in his voice.

Dean's stomach clenches at the thought of Beck caught somewhere, tied away and tortured.

"Dean?"

At the sound of her voice, something in Dean breaks. He slides down the railing of the dock, sitting against it. His hands rake through his hair anxiously and his eyes widen with fear.

"Beck? Sweetheart are you alright?" The words are fragile and terrified.

"Don't you dare, Dean. Don't you dare let Sam die for me. Don't you dare ask him too." Her words are strong and clear.

"Beck-" Dean's voice breaks, his eyes closing as his head drops back in defeat. He knows, deep down, that he can never give up Sam. Never.

But he didn't want to give Beck up, not for anything.

"Don't, Dean! I'm not worth that!" Her voice gets shakier, less sure of herself. "Think of Beth…" As she goes on, it sounds more and more like she is trying to convince herself.

"What do you say now?" Crowley asks triumphantly.

"No deal." Dean says, his voice flat and devoid of emotion.

"What?!" Crowley is shocked. "She'll be tortured! Tortured with torture like no one in the history of torture has been tortured with!"

Dean winces, forcing that painful truth from his mind.

"I said no deal."

"Fine. But you should know: she'll be dead within three days."

A short beep signifies the end of the phone call.

Dean closes his eyes, clenching his fingers in his hair painfully and leaning his head back. Abruptly standing up, he throws the small plastic phone as far as he can off the dock and it splashes several yards away, sending frigid droplets into the air.

Dean walks back down the wharf slowly, his mind whirring to think of a way to track Crowley and save Beck. As he passed a phone booth, the phone rang, the sound shrill in the empty air around him.

Looking around at the empty docks around him, Dean hesitantly picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Dean?" The voice is weak and wavering.

"Beck?!" Dean's fingers dig into the phone. His heart speeds suddenly.

"He told me I could say goodbye." A deep breath rustles through the line. "Thank you, Dean. For everything. You made the last few years worth living. However hellish they were." A bitter laugh.

"Don't you say goodbye to me. Don't you dare. I'm going to get you out of there." Dean insists, leaning against the wall of the phone booth.

"I'm sorry. But you have Sam. That's all you need, right?" A long pause and another shaky breath.

"I love you!" Dean's voice rises to a panicked cry.

"Goodbye, Dean Winchester."

The line goes dead.