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Of course.

The plane incident had been several weeks ago and Sam had thought he got away scott free.

Apparently not.

See, to celebrate his release, a bunch of demons were partying like never before. And everyone naturally blamed him for the mess because being Lucifer certainly does not come with a good reputation.

And now some lowly crossroads demon kidnapped them to help kill Lucifer. Which obviously wouldn't happen as he was not suicidal.

"Sooooo why are you helping us?" Dean asked Crowley.

"Its politics. Once Lucifer's gone the throne to hell will be open. And well, he'll kill us demons once hes done with humanity. Do you want the gun or not?"

Sam let out a little snort unable to help himself with knowing they thought they could successfully kill him.

"The hell's so funny Sam?"

"Nothing, it's just you know this won't work right?"

"What?"

"It won't work. The colt can't kill the devil."

Crowley of course couldn't just keep to himself gosh and had to put in his to cents.

"And how would you know- OH GOSH YOU'RE-"

"SHUT UP AND I'LL GIVE YOU THE CROWN!"

"...Really?"

"Yes."

"Thank you I suppose. And sorry for plotting to kill you."

Within seconds Dean had Crowley pinned to the wall.

"You touch a hair on his head Ill kill you, you hear me?!"

"CALL HIM OFF!"

Sam, who honestly didn't care one way or another what happened to Crowley but didn't want him to wipe the floor with Dean complied.

"Put him down Dean. It's not like he could've hurt me anyway."

"Yeah and why huh?"

Crap Sam really needed to think before he spoke.

"Uhhhhhh… Because you're such a great big brother who would never let anything happen to me!"

Dean put Crowley down after a few rather graphic threats and as they left the mansion, he muttered all the way about stupid demons and guns.