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'So here we are.' Crowley parked the car in front of the doors to the Bunker.

Crowley held the door open for Mrs Tran and she made her way inside and down the stairs. Crowley was pleased to see that Dean had moved Sam's body from the top of the stairs, he didn't fancy having to explain to her why Sam was lying discarded where anyone could stand on him.

'Kevin!' Mrs Tran screamed as she ran down the stairs. 'Kevin? Where are you?'

'MUM?' Kevin shouted from somewhere in the distance. He came running through the door at the far end of the room. He stopped short in front of his mother. 'Mum, is that really you?' a tear fell from his eye.

She nodded and held her arms wide. Kevin flew into her arms.

'Kevin?' Dean shouted. He also appeared from the door and stopped to see the scene in front of him. He smiled when he saw Mrs Tran, then looked over at Crowley and nodded his head. Crowley could help but smile back at him.

Dean walked over to Mrs Tran as she released Kevin from the hug. 'It is so good to see you Mrs Tran.'

'And you Dean. I never thought I would see either of you again.' She began to cry, but quickly wiped the tears away, acting strong.

'You did a good think here Crowley,' Dean called over to Crowley who was still standing at the foot of the stairs.

'It's the least I could do really.' He replied in his gruff voice.

'You got that right,' Kevin muttered turning his back on Crowley.

'Come on Kev, cut him some slack.' Kevin raised his eye brows at Dean. 'Come on man, you now I'm the first guy to call Crowley a douche, but…he's not really Crowley anymore, so you can't treat him like it, ok?'

'So it's true then?' Mrs Tran asked. 'What he told me about him becoming human? It's all true?'

'Yeah. The Gates of Hell are closed. There are no demons left on earth…and…'

'Sam.' She finished the sentence for him.

'Yeah, Sam. But Kevin is going to find a way, aren't you Kev.' He looked hopefully towards Kevin.

'I'll try Dean, I really will. But if you want me to be totally honest…'

'Well I don't, ok? Just find something.' He stalked off.

'Uh, Dean? A word?' Crowley followed Dean out leaving Kevin and his mother.

'What is it Crowley? If it's about Sam, then I suggest you stop before I hit you over the head with a book.'

'OK…Well it is about Sam…So maybe I'll just stand here.' Crowley walked to the other side of the room. 'I don't know if this will be good news to you or not, but I have a theory about Sam.'

'Go on then.'

'OK, so the gates closed just after Sam died. So that would mean his soul would have gone to hell…'

'I know this already,' he huffed, flicking though a huge leather bound volume.

'Let me finish squirrel. So let's just say his soul didn't go straight to hell. You know better than anyone what happens if you deny a reaper.' Dean stopped his flicking and looked up attentively. 'So if Sam managed to hang on and the gates shut before he was taken…he might be floating around here somewhere.'

'It makes sense.' Dean replied slowly.

'Well, just think, someone who is destined to go to hell will die…and where will they go? They can't get into hell, but that doesn't automatically mean they go to heaven does it. They must be trapped in the void. Sam along with them.'

'So Sam's a ghost?' Dean suddenly looked hopeful.

'Well, it's just a theory. But…yeah.'

'Thank god you're here Crowley...another thing I thought I'd never say. Ok, so summoning a ghost, now that's something I know how to do.' He walked out the room, Crowley close on his heels. He walked to Sam's bedroom. He slowly turned the door handle to reveal Sam's body lying on his bed. Eyes still staring.

'By the way, I forgot to thank you for dumping his body at the top of the stairs, nice surprise when I heard you call for me.'

'Well I had to put him somewhere, just imagine me turning up to get Mrs Tran and Sam was dead in the back seat…it would hardly help me gain her trust now would it?'

'Hmmm. Good job with Mrs Tran though. I honestly thought you would come back saying she had died before you got to her.' He turned back to Sam. 'So theoretically, Sam should be here?'

'You're the ghost hunter.' He smirked.

'Sam?' Dean shouted, looking around. 'Sammy?!' Dean fiddled with a radio on his bedside table. 'Sam?' Dean talked into it.

'Ok, you look stupid Dean.' Crowley laughed. 'Do you really think Sam is sitting in a radio waiting to talk to you?'

'Shut up Crowley.' Dean hissed. 'This has worked before….Sam?'

'Ok, well this is thrilling and everything, but how long do you think this is going to take?'

'I'm sorry Crowley, am I boring you? Is there so pressing matter you wish to attend to?'

Crowley huffed. 'I'm going to get a sandwich. Being a human is exhausting, and I'm hungry. Call me if sleeping beauty wakes up won't you?' He walked from the room leaving Dean alone.

'Sammy, please. I know you are here. If there's a stubborn son of a bitch then it you. If there's anyone who can get out of being dragged down to hell, then it's you Sam….Come on Sam.' He sat in the chair next to Sam's bed and closed his eyes. 'Sammy, I wanted to stop you from completing the trial. I wanted Castiel to take me straight to you when I…when I found out that you were going to die. I'm sorry Sam. Naomi told me, I didn't know what to do. Castiel convinced me to go to heaven with him, he said that heaven would fall if I didn't help. I wanted to help you. But…I don't know. You must have known what you were getting yourself into, I was naive. I really thought that everything was going to be ok.'

The radio suddenly turned on. It switched from one station to the other. Dean got up and twiddled the dials, 'Sam?'

A mug flew off the side table and smashed onto the floor. 'SAMMY?'

'DEAN?'

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