Here's the next chapter. I'm sorry it took so long to write but Christmas has been taking up all my time. This is a long one and I hope you all enjoy it.

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Dean wasn't too sure how he managed to get back down to the street with Crowley hanging off him limp as a doll. He was moving on auto pilot, survival mode kicking in while his mind struggled to comprehend exactly what had just happened. Well that and it probably didn't help that he could feel Crowley's hot breath on his neck and his warm body pressed tightly against his own. The fact that Crowley was letting Dean practically carry him with no fuss made warning bells go off in Dean's head. The demon must be hurt more than he let on and Dean was ridiculously concerned. What am doing? The world in literally ending and I'm more concerned about my demon lover.

But then again, that was a future problem whereas there was a very real possibility that Crowley would die within the next few moments. Crossing the street and ignoring the confused looks from Castiel and Bobby he used his free hand and opened the Impala door and kicking it open with his foot. He would deal with Bobby and Castiel after he'd put Crowley down before he dropped the demon on his bleeding half-conscious ass. Twisting them around he managed to shuffle and shift Crowley onto the back seat with minimal hissings of pain and half muttered cursing.

"What the fuck is going on?" Bobby asked finally when Dean continued to ignore him. "Why the fuck is he here and where the fuck is Sam?"

Castiel watched Dean carefully before sighing and closing his eyes in resignation. "Sam is gone. Lucifer has won and the apocalypse begins."

Bobby stopped yelling abruptly at Castiel's little announcement and looked at Dean for confirmation. Dean sighed and nodded. The silence that followed was deafening, no one knowing what to say that they didn't already know. The time for false hope and pep talks were over, everyone knew they had lost and the cost of their failure hung heavy in the air.

"As wonderfully depressing as this little self-pity party is, I would prefer not to bleed to death in the back of this piece of shit car."

It didn't surprise Dean in the slightest that Crowley was the one to break the silence and with a wince of sympathy and a spike of annoyance at Crowley's description of his baby, he moved to the boot and pulled out what passed for a first aid kit. He did his best to ignore the dried clotted demon blood on the remaining plastic bottles.

"Bobby can you clean him up?" Dean asked, throwing the first aid kit at Bobby who caught it with a frown.

"Why don't you do it? He's your demon." Bobby pointed out, throwing the pack back to Dean.

"You're better at it than I am."

"You're more than capable of stitching up some knife wounds."

The pack went pack and forth between them, neither willing to give up. Dean could see from the look on Bobby's face that he wanted to know why Dean wouldn't do it and the truth was he couldn't deal with seeing Crowley ripped open and bleeding. With loosing Sam and the weight of his failure sitting on his shoulders, seeing the damage down to someone he was beginning to care for deeply would push him over the edge.

"Somebody had better fucking stitch me up!" Crowley hissed, pain showing clear on his face despite his best efforts not to let it.

Bobby sighed and rolled his eyes with a huff. He made his way over the Crowley while Dean leaned against the car, watching Crowley's face silently. At Bobby's request and with much swearing, Crowley took off his tattered shirt and bared his chest, his eyes meeting Dean's worried ones.

"Are you worried about me sweetheart?" Crowley muttered teasingly, sucking in a breath when Bobby poured alcohol onto the gashes.

Although he didn't find it funny in the slightest, Dean wasn't surprised be Crowley's attitude. They were much more alike than anyone realised, both defaulted to smartass when they were scared or hurt and Dean could see right through Crowley's cocky smile.

"Yes." he murmured in reply to the demon's question, not bothering to lie. He was way past lying and he couldn't care less what Bobby or Castiel thought.

The cockiness in Crowley's face flickered, surprise at Dean's answer knocking Crowley off his game. Dean wasn't sure if he was surprised my his honesty or the fact that Dean cared enough about him to worry.

If the tables were turned, would he show the same concern? Probably not. That knowledge hurt more than it should.

They stared at each other and Dean could sense something unspoken between them, he just wasn't sure what. It might have something to do with the awkward glances from Bobby and Castiel, both of them feeling they were intruding on something.

With Bobby's expertise Crowley was stitched and bandaged quickly, looking much better when he was no longer covered in blood and some colour was entering his cheeks once more. Dean had the impression that Crowley had been through much worse before and it confirmed the idea that Crowley had been through a lot to get to where he was. He knew what it was like to be on the bottom of the food chain and fight your way up.

"So what happens now?" Dean broke the silence finally.

Castiel cocked his head like he didn't understand the question and Dean resisted the urge to slap him, he wasn't in the mood to deal with Castiel's inability to understand the simplest of questions.

"Now? Nothing happens now Dean, it is over. We've lost." Castiel explained, resigned to his fate.

"What do mean nothing? Sam is still out there! Lucifer is still out there!" Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"I am aware of that! Why are you so surprised? You knew what would happen if we failed!"

"It's not over!"

"Of course it is. We had one play, one chance and we failed. You failed." Castiel said sadly.

Dean hadn't seen him this deflated since God had abandoned him. "I'm sorry Cas but no. I'm not giving up. I can't live with that."

"Well that won't be a problem because it is very unlikely you'll live much longer." Castiel shrugged.

"Well aren't you just a little ray of sunshine?" Crowley snapped.

Bobby glared up at him and pulled harder than necessary on a stitch.

Crowley narrowed his eyes and gave Bobby a look that made even Dean a little uneasy. "Ow." he hissed.

Castiel rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Dean.

"So what do you suggest we do? Tuck our tails between our legs and hide?" Dean asked, angry that Castiel was so prepared to just give in.

Although maybe that's another difference between humans and Angels. No matter how much like a human he acts, Castiel is first and foremost an Angel.

"I suggest you spend you last few hours doing whatever makes you happy. But going after Lucifer is a suicide mission and I want no part in it." Castiel sighed, avoiding eye contact.

Dean stared at him in disbelief, betrayal churning in his stomach. He squared his jaw and looked at Bobby. Bobby hesitated and looked away, refusing to meet his eyes.

"We always knew there was never much hope."

He stepped back and bit his lip to refrain from yelling. He couldn't make Bobby or Castiel do something they didn't want to do however after all they'd been through together; especially him and Bobby he found it hard to accept the fact they'd just let Sam suffer alone.

"So that's it? I'm on my own?"

Bobby finished patching Crowley up and backed away, standing next to Castiel. Dean glanced over at him and felt some of his worry lift. Now that he was cleaned up and covered in clean white bandages, his injuries seemed less threatening.

"Well I'm going to find Sam. If I'm going to die anyway, I'm going to die with my brother." he grunted, opening the car door, using more force than necessary.

Before he slipped into the drivers seat he glanced back at Crowley who had made no move to get out the car.

"Do you need help?" he asked hesitantly.

"Fuck off. I'm more than capable of moving myself." Crowley grunted before sinking into the leather chair and buttoning what was left of his tattered shirt.

It took Dean a moment to grasp what Crowley was saying. "So you're coming with me?"

Crowley didn't speak, his answer came in the form of him reaching out and closing the car door. Dean smiled softly and slipped into the car. Maybe Crowley cares more than he likes people to think?

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Dean slipped in between Crowley's legs awkwardly, the gap between the back seat and the drivers seat smaller than he'd thought and he had little space to move. His body was tingling in anticipation and nerves. He'd never given a blow job before, but then he remembered he'd never had anyone inside him before Crowley and that had turned out to be one of the most amazing experiences of his life.

He needed this, needed to feel close to someone; even if that someone was Crowley. He needed to feel alive and wanted and taken care of. Needed to be reminded when he even bothered anymore.

He was still staring at the shiny black belt when he felt a hand twisting through his short hair, stroking softly and offering as much comfort as Crowley was capable of and although it wasn't much the thought behind the action made Dean's heart stutter. He smiled and unbuckled the belt easily, pulling the demon's pants off as quickly as he could while still being gentle. The bleeding had finally stopped and he didn't want to jostle him unnecessarily.

"I've always wondered what this would be like." Dean mumbled, curious to see Crowley's cock up close.

It was just like the rest of him, short but stocky. Not particularly long but more than made up for it in girth. Swallowing his nerves he reached out and grasped the semi hard cock firmly. The feel wasn't anything new, he was a male with previous experience with males so a hard cock wasn't anything new however the knowledge of what he was about to do with it was.

"Shit!" Crowley groaned as his throbbing cock hit cold air. He wasn't used to the how attracted he was to Dean. For him sex was usually a way to release tension, something fun to do for a bit but with Dean he could feel curling's of affection.

Dean just smiled and wrapped his hand around the base of the cock, before licking a small bead of pre-cum off the tip and moaning at the taste. He'd prepared himself for something unpleasant but god that was a good taste. Wrapping his mouth around the head and hollowing his cheeks, he did his best to suckle the hard flesh while keeping his teeth away. He knew from experience how painful teeth could be.

His hand squeezed and caressed the base and the shaft, drawing Crowley closer and closer to orgasm. He groaned when he heard the hungry slurping noises coming from Dean and knew he wouldn't last long. It had been a long time since anyone had sucked his cock with as much excitement as the man between his legs, what he lacked in practise he made up for in enthusiasm.

"Dean I . . . . " he tried to warn him, he really did because he knew if he just came in hiss mouth without warning Dean would be less likely to do it again. Unfortunately he waited to long and he exploded into Dean's mouth with a deep grunt.

Dean just hummed and swallowed as mush as he could, some flowing down onto his chin. Crowley rubbed Dean's hair as a way of thanks. Dean sighed and rested his on the sweaty thigh to his right, allowing the now soft cock to fall from his mouth with a quiet plop. He was drifting off, all thoughts of his problems floating away when he was bought back to reality with a sharp tug to his hair.

"Ow! What was that for?" he asked angrily, looking up at Crowley with a frown.

"Get your ass up here." Crowley ordered as an answer, pulling on Dean's hair again.

Dean slapped his hand away and rolled his eyes. He considered refusing and remaining on the floor just to be difficult, taking orders from anyone; even Crowley made him bristle. However he did want to get off the floor as it was uncomfortable and they did need to get going again if they were to make it to the cemetery on time so with a huff he stood up as best he could in the cramped space.

Crowley reached up and grabbed his shirt roughly, pulling him down so he was forced to straddle him. His arms shot out to steady himself and stop their chests from colliding, he didn't want to burst Crowley's stitches. Their faces were inches apart, their warm breaths mingling together. Removing a hand from the leather seat he ran a hand through Crowley's thinning and enjoying the intimate moment before cupping a cheek and shifting up to capture his thin lips in a kiss.

Crowley's hand snaked between them and groped Dean through his pants, massaging the bulge there harshly and dragging a whimper from Dean. With a practised move Crowley unzipped Dean's jeans efficiently and wrapped his finger around the throbbing length he found there. Dean cursed and arched back, the feeling of Crowley touching him making his mind go blank.

"Lean forward." Crowley panted after successfully pulling their mouths apart.

Dean was too desperate to argue and leaned forward, resting his head on the demon's shoulder. The hand around him continued to twist and he thrust into the fist. He could feel Crowley's erection pressing into the curve of his ass through his jeans and that feeling alone was nearly enough to push him over the edge.

What did push him over the edge however was when Crowley moved up his cock and played with his slit teasingly before rubbing a thumb roughly underneath the head. His hips jerked wildly and shot his cum between them as he grunted against Crowley's neck. When his orgasm passed he went completely limp, his muscles turned into jelly and he mouthed lazily at the salty skin. He was reached in between them to return the favour when Crowley stopped him.

"Sorry darling. We don't have the time for another round."

Dean snorted put pulled away and grimacing as his cum stuck them together. "I still have those wet wipes you gave me in the boot." he laughed, seeing Crowley pull his face at the mess between them.

"I'll clean us up. You figure exactly where the fuck we're supposed to be going."

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He snapped the phone shut with a snap and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. Knowing as prophet came in handy, even though it usually caused more trouble than it was worth.

"The final hoedown is happening at Stull Cemetery. Noon." Dean muttered for Crowley's benefit. He waited for any sign that the demon had heard him and when he received none he sighed and asked the question that had bothered him for the past three hours. "Why are you doing this?"

He had expected Crowley to brush it off or give him a sarcastic half answer so he was shocked when he received an actual answer.

"I put my money on the losing horse. What's the expression? I made my bed and now I have to sleep in it."

"I thought all demon's were cowards?" That came out more bitter than he had intended and he winced at the harshness of his words.

"You call it cowardice, I call it self preservation. And usually you'd be right, usually I'd run."

"But not this time?"

"Where on Earth, Heaven or Hell could I possibly hide where Lucifer couldn't find me?"

"You hid before." Dean pointed out, looking at Crowley through the rear view mirror.

"He didn't have Sam before."

Dean made a noise of agreement but otherwise stared blankly ahead.

"Where's your at head Dean?" Crowley asked him suddenly, noticing Dean was a thousand miles away.

"I never thought it would end like this you know. I always knew I'd die young but I thought it would be something more ordinary. I thought I'd end up getting my heart ripped out by an angry spirit although lately drinking myself to death looked like it was becoming more and more likely." Dean admitted softly

"Some people are made for greatness."

Dean snorted at Crowley's sarcasm, thankfully Crowley wasn't going to allow him to wallow in his own self pity. His part in this completely messed story wasn't over yet and he didn't have the luxury of falling apart, no matter how much he wanted to.

There was a long silence where Dean stared at the open road and Crowley stared at Dean; both thinking very different things. Dean was trying to think of exactly what he was going to do when they made it to the cemetery while Crowley was wondering what that feeling was in the pit of his stomach whenever he caught Dean's eyes.

No that was a lie. He knew what that feeling was, what he didn't know was what he was going to do about it. He wanted Dean, that much was certain. He wanted him in ways he hadn't thought of since being human. He made him feel things, dangerous things. Things that made him weak, made him vulnerable. From the first time he met the older Winchester he knew he needed to keep his distance, knew Dean could destroy everything he'd worked so hard for. Unfortunately Crowley had never been good at denying himself something he wanted, consequences be damned.

"Fergus." he muttered finally.

Dean tore his eyes away from the road and looked at the demon in confusion. "What?"

"Not long ago you asked me what my name was back when I was human. Fergus. Fergus Roderick McLeod." he explained.

"You're Scottish?" Dean asked, a smile spreading across his face. That's much more of a turn on then it should be.

"I was. A long time ago."

"Fergus." Dean muttered as though tasting the word and seeing how it fit. "Hmmmmm…..I like Crowley better. It suits you." he announced suddenly and drawing a genuine laugh from the demon.

"Yes, I rather thought so when I chose it." Crowley chuckled deeply.

Dean laughed with him, enjoying the small moment. "You always make me laugh you know, even when you're saying something completely inappropriate."

"I'm a demon of many talents."

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Dean used what was left of his strength to pull himself back and away from Lucifer as he advanced. His backed into a tombstone and he used it for support. Hot pain made his vision blurry. Or maybe that was the black eye? For someone who had the power to pop Castiel like a meat balloon, Lucifer really enjoyed beating the shit out of him. Dean was sure he had a few broken ribs, broken jaw and probably more but it was hard to tell when his entire body was throbbing.

Stull Cemetery looked to be the definition of a haunted graveyard. Over the years Dean had been in a lot of cemeteries and had stopped being scared by them as a child, however driving through the gates of that cemetery made him feel queasy. His well honed instincts were screaming at him, warning him of the danger just over the hill.

And yet again he found himself ignoring all of those instincts; something he'd been doing a lot lately. Lucifer and Michael came into view or was it Sam and Adam? It was all very confusing and it made his head hurt. With a quick glance back at Crowley he stepped out of the car and then it had all gone to hell.

He looked over at Bobby and mourned the loss of the closest thing he had to a dad. He'd been so angry at him, at Castiel too but in the end they had shown up. They had come through for him and they'd died for it. A small part of him wondered if Michael would be popping up again anytime soon. Castiel's little holy oil bomb couldn't last much longer but then he remembered that is wasn't really his problem because he'd be dead in a few minutes.

"I have never met anyone who caused as much disruption as you." Lucifer hissed. "You have been a never ending thorn in my side." With a wave of his hand, Crowley was thrown into the tombstone next to Dean so they were side by side. "I have to admit, your little tryst with the demon scum was a surprise."

"You know this name calling is getting a little bit hurtful." Crowley muttered, shifting against the tombstone with a wince. His stitches had come undone and he was bleeding again.

Lucifer ignored Crowley in favour of stepping closer to Dean. "Any last words?"

Dean swallowed and tried to think of something witty and funny to say but for the first time in his life he couldn't think of anything to say. It was a novel experience and he didn't like it. Without thinking he reached out and latched onto Crowley's arm. If he was going to die he was going to take what little comfort he could find. Crowley's free hand reached up and grabbed his wrist before entwining their finger together and squeezing tightly.

"Are you holding my hand?" Dean huffed out a small laugh.

"Keep your mouth shut or I'll let go." Crowley growled. "By the way…this is going to hurt."

Before he could ask exactly what was going to hurt, Lucifer rolled his eyes and leaned down to grab Dean by the jacket, pulling him into a standing position roughly. Dean winced and grunted in pain at the rough treatment and the head splitting pain of his broken ribs but he refused to give Lucifer the pleasure of hearing him cry out.

However he did yell when he went flying through the air and crashing to the ground, barely missing a tombstone. The pain was blinding and he nearly blacked out but he managed to keep conscious. Lucifer however was not so lucky, having gone flying through the air with him he hit his head on the same tombstone Dean had missed. Although unlike Dean, Lucifer didn't look to be getting up anytime soon.

"What the fuck Crowley! What the fuck was that?" Dean yelled, voice cracking. His head was spinning and he couldn't grasp what had actually happened.

Crowley was still slouched against the tombstone and shrugged. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy that."

"Are you out of your fucking mind? How did you even do that?"

He stood up and held his broken ribs protectively, waiting for Crowley to answer. They had been thrown twenty feet and Lucifer was out cold. He looked at Crowley and for the first time he understood just how powerful the demon was. At his best Dean was willing to bet Crowley was strong than Lilith, yellow eyes and Alistair.

"Could you do that the entire time? Why did you wait?"

"I only had enough left in me for one hit. Didn't want to waste it."

"Waste it? So you knocked him out, he's gonna wake up and he's gonna be pissed!"

"You moron. I'm giving Sam another chance to take back control of the wheels." Crowley rolled his eyes his tone of voice suggesting Dean was an idiot.

Before Dean could reply with a few choice words of his own, Michael reappeared and looking ready to rein down all the wrath he was capable of.

"Dean." Michael hissed in a way that sounded more like an accusation then anything else.

Dean rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Michael in case you can't see, my demon lover and I are having a little discussion. And I can only deal with one dickhead at a time so wait your turn."

Michael raised an eyebrow and Dean could see he was ruffled at Dean's words. The arch-angel obviously wasn't used to be spoken to with disrespect.

"Your arrogance is mind boggling! You have no idea what I could do to you!"

"There are plenty of things in this universe that can kill me, you just have fancy ways of doing it. You're no better than any other evil son of bitch I've gone up against. No. Actually….you're worse because you actually think you're one of the good guys."

Michael opened his mouth to answer but snapped it shut when he noticed Lucifer's unconscious body. "What did you do to my brother?"

"Oh Lucy? He's just having a little beauty nap." Dean shrugged, trying to buy some time.

"If he's hurt in any way…"

"You'll what? What could you possibly threaten me with that wasn't already going to happen to me?"

"Dean?"

Dean had never been so happy to hear Sam's voice. At least I hope it's Sam.

"Sammy?"

Sam sat up and put a hand to his head. He was pale and breathing heavily and with a struggle he pushed himself off the ground.

"Oh god Dean. He's so strong. You have no idea what this feels like."

"That's not possible." Michael whispered, eyes wide and Dean would swear he could see worry in his eyes.

"Sam it is you right?" Dean asked hesitantly, not daring to hope that their was a chance of succeeding.

"Yeah. I got him." Sam reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the Horseman rings, snapping Michael back into action.

"No! I won't you do this Sam."

Michael stepped towards Sam and Dean acted on instinct, tackling Michael to the ground. Thankfully he'd managed to catch the angel off guard and they hit the floor with a thump. Sam took the chance to throw the rings on the ground and open the cage but not before Michael broke Dean's nose.

"Fucking hell!" Dean swore loudly as more pain blossomed across his face and blood erupted from his nose.

Through the blood he could see Michael charge Sam.

Time stood still.

Sam was looking at him, hands tangled in Michael's jacket and then he was falling. Dean watched the spot where Sam and Michael had been seconds before. He was numb, his brain struggling to comprehend exactly what had happened.

Lucifer was gone.

Michael was gone.

Sam was gone.

Sammy…

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Ok, here it is. I had planned to make the chapter longer but I misjudged hoe long this chapter would end up being. Plus I really like where this chapter ends. Remember to review because you love me and I love reviews.

Until next time xx