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'Reports of electrical storms have been sweeping the nation. Rumors from overseas have also reported storms of magnitude never seen before. Scientist cannot explain the sudden surge of electricity rippling through the atmosphere. It seemed to culminate in a square mile near Lebanon, Kansas. Some eye witnesses say they were 'temporarily blinded by black smoke.' We will keep you updated.'

Dean switched the radio off. Hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel, knuckles white. He couldn't help glancing in the rear view mirror where Sam's body lay.

'How are you holding up Dean?' Crowley asked for the third time since getting in the car.

'Why do you care Crowley? My brother is dead, and it's your fault. How do you think I'm holding up?'

'I do care Dean. It's a strange feeling. But I do sincerely care.' Crowley put his head down. 'I'm so sorry about Sam. But blaming me isn't helping. You know this wasn't my fault. I was just the tool. Sam did this all by himself.' He looked up to see Dean's eyes shining with tears.

'I know man. I'm just so used to blaming you for everything. And now here you are, sitting in the passenger seat, were Sam usually sits, trying to make me feel better…which is usually Sam's job.'

Neither of them spoke in the ten minutes it took to get to the bunker.

'Uh, I might worn you, Kevin is in there, and he'll be totally pissed to see you. Even though you are human now, I still wouldn't put it past him to stab you in the neck.'

'Ah, well I'm sure I can hold my own against the little pip squeak.'

They entered the bunker, to find it in darkness. 'Kevin?' Dean shouted. An arrow shot through the air, narrowly missing Dean's head and sticking into the wall beside him. 'Kevin. It's me.' He looked down to the floor below to see Kevin, crossbow raised on his shoulder. 'Lowsey aim kid. Next time use the gun, yeah?'

'Sorry Dean. I was scared. You hung up on me, then the signals went all squewy. I couldn't make anything work properly. What happened Dean?'

'Well. The, uh, Gates of Hell are shut.'

'But that must mean…' Kevin could see from Deans hollow eyes that Sam must be dead. 'Oh.' He walked over and put his arms around Dean. He was expecting him to shrug them off, but to his surprise, Dean hugged him back. Over Dean's shoulder Kevin suddenly caught sight of Crowley, leaning cowardly against the wall.

'Hey Kev.'

'What the HELL is Crowley doing here?!' Kevin pushed Dean aside and advanced on Crowley.

'Wow,' Crowley held his hands out, 'slow down there kid.'

Kevin took Crowley by the throat and pushed him into the wall. Crowley didn't nothing stop Kevin, he just spluttered, 'Kevin, I'm sorry. Please. Uh…Your mother is still alive.'

Kevin loosened his grip on Crowley and smacked him across the face with his free hand, 'LIAR!'

'Ok, Kevin stop now.' Dean grabbed him by the back of the shirt and pulled him off of Crowley.

'Dean, this isn't a joke ok! You walk back in here, while I've been frightened to death, and tell me the Gates of Hell are shut and Sam is dead, and what…Crowley's your new side kick? How does that work? And then he has the cheek to tell me my mother's alive?'

'Look Kevin, I don't think any of us could call this the ideal situation, ok? My brother is lying dead in the back seat of my car. Crowley is human, and seems to want to cling to me like a life support…'

'Hey,' Crowley interrupted.

'Don't you start. Look, there are a lot of things to sort out, but I'm only one man. I can't fix everything!'

'But Dean, its Crowley.' Kevin reasoned.

'A human Crowley. And at the moment, he's a little pile of guilt.'

'Double hey! I am standing here you know!'

'How could we forget?' Kevin sneered at him and walked out of the room.

'Was what you said about Kevin's mom true?' Dean asked Crowley, walking towards the library.

'Every word. She's in Castel Storage, Wichita, Kansas. You'd better go get her soon, I had one of my men, Del, watching her. Without him there, she probably won't get anything to eat.' Crowley followed Dean out to the library.

'You know, I'm kind of liking this new Crowley. No torturing necessary to get information.'

'Hmm, well I guess I'd better keep being useful. People who associate themselves with you seem to end up dead. I'm surprised Castiel has lasted this long…and Bobby, he wasn't even cute.'

'On second thoughts, you're annoying me already. Why don't you go and cry about some babies you killed.' Dean joked.

Crowley went silent and sat down. 'You know Dean. You can be insensitive really sometimes.'

'Me? Insensitive? Says the man who liked to kill people.'

'Well it's a bit different now isn't it. I thought you of all people might know what kind of Hell is going on in my head.'

'Oh, and what's that supposed to mean.' Dean looked genuinely confused.

'You went to hell Dean. You revelled in hurting people. You were good at it and you enjoyed it. Then those bloody angels came to the rescue, and suddenly you felt bad about all the people you tortured…sound familiar?'

'Do you really think that's the same?' Dean asked incredulously.

'Not the same no…I was a demon for hundreds of years, you were in hell for 30 years. So I think I'm coming out of this feeling a little bit worse, don't you think?'

'Ok fine. I don't really care.' Dean tossed Crowley a book, 'just get reading.'

'Reading? What for?'

'Like I said before, I have a dead brother in the back of my car, who I would like to be 'not dead' as soon as possible.' Dean picked a book and sat in the chair opposite Crowley.

'I hate to say it Dean…'

'Then don't say it.' Dean interrupted though gritted teeth.

'…but, if Sam's soul went to hell, like I think it did, then there is no way of ever getting it out. No loop hole, no back door. The gates a sealed. Forever.'

'Well I just don't accept that. KEVIN!' Dean yelled. Footsteps could be heard ran down the corridor, Kevin burst into the room holding a kitchen knife.

'Yeah! What!?' He panted.

'Put the knife down Kevin, Crowley hasn't got me hostage or anything.'

'Oh.' There was disappointment in his voice. He huffed and dropped the arm holding the knife.

'You don't have to sound so displeased. I'm one of the good guys now.' He winked, which didn't improve Kevin's mood.

'Can't I just stab him? Really, what help is he doing?'

Dean ignored Kevin. 'I want you to see if there is a way we can get into Hell after the gates shut.'

'Oh yeah sure, just give me a second.' Kevin answered sarcastically. 'What? You're serious? Dean, I'm not your servant!'

'No, but you are the only one who can read the tablets. So shut your pie whole and do your god damn job!'

Kevin slammed the knife down into the table between Dean and Crowley, and left the room.

'Well he's a little ray of sunshine.'

'Why do you aggravate him? You now he hates you. When he's around, just be quiet, ok?'

'As sir commands.' There was silence for a moment, Dean reading the book in front of him, and Crowley staring into space before he began, 'why don't I go and get Mama Tran, as a kind of…peace offering for Kevin?' Dean looked curiously at Crowley. 'Oh don't worry, I'm not going to run away, I haven't got anywhere to go. Not that you would care if I did.'

'You're right, I wouldn't…Go on then.'

'Can I have your car key?' Crowley asked slowly.

'Yeah, you're joking right? Like I'm going to give you the keys to my baby.'

'Oh come on Dean. How else am I going to get there?' Crowley wined.

'I don't know, walk?' Crowley rolled his eyes. 'Just take it.' Dean threw the keys at him. 'If there's so much as a scratch, I'll cut your head off, understand?'

'Yeah, yeah. No scratching of the car. Got it.'

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