Well here's the next chapter. Sorry it took so long to write but I had my sister's wedding and then planning for Christmas because my dad was going to be at work for Christmas so we were going to have it early but then he changed shifts and…Well long story short, these past few weeks have been busy and I apologise for the delay. Hope you enjoy.

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They arrived at their destination in silence and moved quickly to get out of the car, now there was finally an end in sight none of them wanted to wait. With a quick look Dean told Bobby and Castiel to wait by the side of the car a he followed Sam to the boot. Sam opened the boot and Dean stared disdainfully at the bottles of demon blood. The clear plastic bottles were sticky with the congealed blood that had run over the sides and Dean felt dirty just thinking about having the disgusting substance in his baby.

"One last chance to back out." Sam muttered, staring at the blood nervously.

Dean watched him closely and noted that although Sam was biting his lip and frowning heavily, he could see the suppressed hunger in his eyes.

"Tell me you can do it." he answers instead.

"What?"

"Tell me you can do it and I'll believe you."

Dean watched Sam closely and Sam held his eyes, both trying to judge what the other was thinking. Sam's eyes were sad but resigned and not for the first time Dean wished Sam didn't have to this.

"I can do this." Sam promised.

Dean believed him, Sam may be his little brother but he was capable of so much more than he ever gave him credit for.

He nodded and sighed heavily, staring once more at the contents of the boot sadly. "How did our lives ever get this fucked up?"

"Someone has to do it."

"Yeah but why us? We aren't the only hunters in the world, why is it our job? Why is it always our fucking job?" Dean demanded, sounding more bitter then he'd intended.

Sam looked at him in concern, eyebrows drawn together and lips drawn in a tight line. "Because Dean, this is our fault. You broke the first seal and I let the devil out of his box. This is our mess and we need to clean it up."

"Fuck, you're right. I know we need to fix this." Dean closed his eyes wearily and rubbed a hand over his face. He need a drink. "It's just….I cant believe I ever enjoyed doing this. You know I never understood why dad was so angry all the time, why he drank, why he never smiled and now I do."

"Are you alright Dean?"

The sound of worry in Sam's voice made Dean want to punch something and that, if nothing else, told him he wasn't alright. He considered lying to Sam and brushing off his worries but he just didn't have the energy for it, besides, what was the point? Why let the last conversation with his brother be a lie.

"No Sam, I'm not alright. I haven't been alright in a long time. I'm a borderline alcoholic who can only sleep when I'm so drunk I pass out."

Oddly he didn't feel any better for telling Sam the truth like he did Crowley. As much as he said otherwise he still didn't truly view Sam as an equal, not as he did Crowley. He also felt guilty because despite his decision otherwise, he had still lied to Sam. Although he did usually use alcohol as a way to fall asleep, he had slept perfectly the night before with Crowley and he wasn't sure if it was due to the company or the fact that the demon had fucked him silly. Probably a bit of both. Thinking of Crowley made Dean wonder why he hadn't answered any of texts and then he cursed himself for acting like a teenage girl.

"Dean, do mind going over there?" Sam asked hesitantly, gesturing over to where Bobby and Castiel were standing.

Dean cocked his head and looked at Sam in confusion, silently asking why.

"I don't want you to see this." Sam answered, shuffling his feet and avoiding eye contact.

Dean nodded and with a heavy sigh made his way over to Bobby and Castiel. Bobby turned to him and jerked his head in Sam's direction.

"Yeah, he's doing it." Dean muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"This is a dumb ass idea." Bobby growled, shaking his head.

"True. But which are our ideas ever not dumb ass ideas?"

Bobby sighed and rubbed his face tiredly, leaning heavily against the car. "We're so fucked."

Before Dean could answer, Sam pushed past them and started to walk over to the building. Dean swore and ran after him, a queasy feeling in his stomach at the sight of blood on Sam's lips and the fire burning in his eyes. He dimly heard Bobby yelling after him to be careful but he was too busy trying to keep up with Sam to answer. When they crossed the street and stood in the doorway, three demons stepped out from the shadows and surrounded them.

"We're here to see the big guy." Dean announced before Sam could do anything stupid. Sam needed to save his strength for the devil and he didn't need to waste it on three bottom feeding demons.

Dean grunted when rough hands grabbed his shoulders and pushed him through the door with Sam trailing behind him. It was nearly pitch black inside the building and although he was stumbling over his own feet, the demon holding onto him seemed to have no such problems and he made a mental note to ask Crowley if demons had some sort of freaky seeing in the dark powers. The building was freezing and the further they climbed up the stairs the colder it got, causing him to wish he'd worn a thicker jacket. He tripped and the hand on his left shoulder gripped his jacket collar to straighten him.

The demon's fingers skimmed the skin of his neck from the hold and Dean had to suppress the urge to pull away in revulsion. He chanced a glance behind him when the reached the first floor landing. Sam appeared to have calmed down since the initial boost of power from the demon blood and looked a little less crazy then he had five minutes ago.

They were shoved through a door to their right and as he as he took the derelict building Dean couldn't help but think Lucifer was a lot less prissy when it came to getting dirty than a lot of other angels or demons Dean knew. Dean's eyes automatically found Lucifer, standing next to the dirty window at the far end of the room.

Just being in the same room as him made Dean's stomach drop and fear to fizz through him. Lucifer was ridiculously powerful and Dean knew he could squash him like a bug with no effort what so ever. Lucifer scared him in ways nothing ever had, not Lilith, Alistair or yellow eyes.

"I knew you'd find me." Lucifer muttered, turning around to face them.

Dean's eyes widened when he saw the state Lucifer's vessel was in. Large lesions had appeared on his face, his skin peeling off like old wallpaper. "Well don't you look like shit."

"My vessel is showing some…wear and tear."

"Maybe you should try moisturiser?" Dean smirked, defaulting to sarcasm.

"Maybe you should try shutting your mouth before I do it for you?"

A burst of light came from each of the demon's eyes and they slumped to the floor as Sam brought the attention to him and not Dean. Dean stared at Sam in shock, he had no idea Sam was so powerful.

"I'm impressed Sam. You're stronger than I thought." Lucifer mused cocking his head to one side, showing no concern for the dead demon's littered around the room.

"I don't care what you thought. I want this over!"

Lucifer narrowed his eyes before a smirk spread across his face slowly. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"I'm here to say yes. On one condition." Sam glared and Dean was impressed at his ability to retain eye contact for so long.

"Anything for you Sammy."

"Leave Dean alone. Same goes for Bobby and Cas."

"Ah yes, Castiel. How is he? I hear he's human now."

"Do we have a deal?"

Sam was practically ignoring Lucifer and Dean could see he didn't like that at all. Lucifer wasn't used to being ignored. Dean didn't like how this was going. Lucifer wasn't surprised to see them which gave Dean the uncomfortable feeling that he knew they were coming. He didn't like the knowing look in his eyes and he definitely didn't like the angry look in his eyes.

"Why do you feel the need to lie to me Sam? I don't like being lied to. I know about the rings."

Dean felt his muscles go weak and his legs nearly gave out. He knew. Lucifer fucking knew which meant they were well and truly screwed. When he managed to focus his attention back to the present he saw the enjoyment Lucifer was getting from their shock. Lucifer moved across the room and stopped when he was in front of them, much closer then Dean was comfortable with.

Although being on the same plane of existence was closer than Dean was comfortable with. Lucifer switched his attention to Dean and clenched his jaw. Dean knew that meant trouble, he'd never seen Lucifer as anything other than calm and collected but the mask was slipping.

"You know Dean, you have turned out to be a much bigger pain in the ass than I'd originally thought."

"What can I say? It's a talent."

"Would you like to see one of my talents?"

He sincerely doubted it.

With a snap of his fingers two more demons appeared. They were standing side by side holding a body between them. The body was hunched over and Dean couldn't see he face but he didn't have to, he knew who it was.

"Crowley." he whispered almost involuntarily.

Crowley was a mess and had been tortured extensively. His suit jacket had been lost and his shirt was ripped open and hanging loose, cover in blood. Large gashes covered his chest and were still weeping blood. From the odd angle of his right arm Dean would guess it was dislocated and at least five of his fingers looked broken. Crowley was barely conscious and Dean knew the only thing keeping him upright were the two demons holding him. Lucifer shot the demons a look and they disappeared without a word, leaving Crowley to drop to the floor with a grunt.

Before Dean's mind could catch up with his body he was already at Crowley's side. He crouched down and did his best to arrange Crowley so he was sitting upright. Thankfully the drop appeared to have shaken Crowley out of his stupor and he much was more alert.

"Shit." Dean muttered, taking in Crowley black eye and blood smeared face.

"You told him! You told him about the rings, I knew we shouldn't have trusted you!" Sam yelled angrily.

"For fucks sake Sam! Look at him, he's a fucking mess. Does he look like he told him anything by choice?" Dean yelled in return.

"Dean's right Sam. Your pet demon didn't tell me anything. He's oddly loyal." Lucifer shrugged.

Dean couldn't control his breathing and was gasping for air as he stared horrified at the mess Crowley was in, by all rights he should be dead. He was so focused on Crowley that he didn't notice Lucifer's gaze on them or the following frown.

"Are you ok?" Dean asked when Crowley's eyes fluttered open.

"Do I fucking look ok?" Crowley hissed, pushing himself into a sitting position and hissing when the movement made the shredded skin of his chest pull painfully. He looked at Dean and saw the worried look directed at him and he sighed. "I'll live. Stop worrying, you'll get wrinkles."

"Stop worrying? You look like you've just gone six rounds with a werewolf."

"I'm stronger than I look darling." Crowley promised but the way his head kept dropping onto Dean's shoulder told a different story.

Both were oblivious to the look being directed at them. Lucifer's eyebrows were raised and a spark of understanding was slowly appearing in his eyes. Sam was too busy reeling from the knowledge that Lucifer knew of their plan and the only upper hand they had was gone. But it didn't matter, the plan would still work.

"None of this matters. I'm still saying yes."

"Sam, No!" Dean yelled, pulling his attention away from Crowley at Sam's words.

"This is the only plan we have Dean. Him knowing changes nothing!"

"Oh course it changes things!"

"This is our one shot Dean." Sam whispered, shrugging his shoulder sadly.

Dean opened his mouth to respond when he took a deep breath and closed his mouth. He glanced over at Crowley who gave him small nod. Dean sighed again and looked at Sam closely. "Do it."

Sam swallowed and stiffened his jaw before turning back to Lucifer and nodding. "Yes."

Lucifer smirked and Dean's stomach clenched, Lucifer was getting exactly what he wanted and that fact made Dean feel dirty.

"I'd close my eyes if I were you." Crowley murmured into Dean's ear.

Dean shivered as the hot breath ghosted across his skin and gave him goosebumps. He cursed himself for the response, now was not the time or the place to turning into a gooey eyed school girl. Thankfully he snapped his eyes shut just in time but the white still burned his eyes and he buried his face in Crowley's shoulder.

After the blast wave had passed Dean pulled away and opened his eyes. For a moment he thought he'd gone blind but after a few rapid blinks his vision came back with a few lingering white blotches like he'd spent too long looking at the sun. His scanned the room quickly and found Sam's body crumpled on the floor with the Devil's old vessel not far from him. Dean felt a twinge of sympathy for the poor bastard Lucifer had been walking around in, hopefully he'd been killed instantly and hadn't had to watch all the horrific things Lucifer had done in the past few months.

Crowley shifted beside him and flinched when the movement pulled on his wounds. Dean's worry for Crowley returned but he couldn't tear his attention away from his brother. Was he alright? Did this mean he was winning? What was he supposed to do? Could he help? Not for the first time in the past few months he was slapped in the face with the fact that he was in way over his head. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know how to help and he didn't know how to fix it. He hadn't been this helpless, this unsure since being a child.

"What do we do?" he asked finally.

"We wait until he wakes up and see who's in the drivers seat. I can think of a few things we could do to pass the time."

Dean snorted which nearly turned into a giggle when Crowley licked his neck. "My brother is unconscious a few feet away and you look like you've gone six rounds with a Hell Hound. Not exactly the conditions I look for when I'm horny."

"But you do admit you're horny?"

"Shove it."

"I can think of one place in particular I'd like to shove it."

"This is so inappropriate."

"I specialise in being inappropriate."

Dean whined as Crowley bit at his jaw. God what was wrong with him? As soon as Crowley came near him all self control went out the window. Here he was, leaning against a wall with his half dead almost-lover in a room with four dead bodies and his unconscious little brother and all he could think about was pushing Crowley to the ground and fucking him senseless.

He was seriously fucked up. However knowing that didn't stop him from twisting his neck and capturing Crowley's lips in a harsh, wet kiss that made his head swim. He refrained from pushing Crowley to the ground, mindful of the demon's wounds. Crowley was less gentle and slid his hand up to the back of Dean's head and gripped his hair painfully tight, tugging roughly and pulling little whimpers from Dean.

"I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something?"

They sprung apart and stared up at Sam who sometime during their kiss had woken and was looking at them with one raised eyebrow. Well not Sam, not anymore. Dean knew it wasn't his brother at first glance, he saw the hatred and contempt in his little brother's eyes and he knew it was Lucifer and his heart sank.

"You know, this really is rather exciting. Tell me Dean, how long have you been the demon's whore?" Lucifer asked and that look crossing Sam's face made Dean want to vomit.

"Better a demon's whore than Michael's little bitch. Which consequently is what you're going to be when Michael is done with you." Dean shrugged.

"And he does make such a pretty little whore." Crowley purred, stroking a finger down Dean's face with a smirk, enjoying Dean's shiver and Lucifer's disgusted scrunch of his nose.

"If you're going to kill us. Do it." Dean snapped, he didn't like feeling like a toy Crowley used to make people uncomfortable.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and moving quicker than the size of Sam's body would suggest it was capable of, pulled Dean up and stuck his hand into Dean's jacket pocket. Dean didn't even bother to struggle as Lucifer took the Horseman's rings from him.

"And people say I'm dramatic." Lucifer muttered as he straightened Dean's jacket. "I'm not going to kill you. Not yet at least."

"Why?"

"Because you still have hope. I can see it in your eyes. And I want to take that from you before you die."

Dean blinked and Lucifer was gone, leaving him alone with Crowley and the bone crushing defeat.

"We are so fucked." he muttered, staring at the empty space where Lucifer had been.

"You only just figured that out?"

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Well there it is. There was going to be more in this chapter but if I'd kept writing like I'd planned, this chapter would be way too long. Anyway, enough rambling. I promise to make up for my lateness, next chapter they'll be some yummy Crowley/Dean sex. Hope you enjoyed it and please review.