A/N: Small time skip of Crowley's Deadline because I had an idea but I don't think it would have fit with the whole Demon / Soulless / Hallucinations Concept.
Plus College Priorities takes up more time, if I've had an idea in College no doubt when I've got time to write it would have been long forgotten.
It was using the headpiece torture device that Crowley used on Sam to remove Gadreel and reset Samandriel. Can't remember it's name or if it had one in the first place.
I've just started Season 12. No Spoilers! I beg of you.
Also... Longest Chapter to date *Victory Dance* Woo Hoo. Enjoy
"Are you kidding me? A Knight of Hell?!" Sam yelled out.
"It's all I could do given the time, Death isn't exactly answering my calls to salvage his Soul. This way we can all keep an eye on him. Besides, Squirrel won't even know what's going on. He'll be completely oblivious" Crowley defended, swirling his whiskey.
"So we lie to him?!" Sam's voice echoed throughout the bunker. Gabriel and Cas heard him outside the front door.
"Yes! Hello? King of Hell, I may be a business man however honesty isn't a virtue I have, because I don't have any virtues"
"You-"
The doors squeaked open, both Angel and Archangel rushed down the staircase
"Sam!" Both called out
"Crowley" Cas marched forward
"Whoa, hey" Sam grabbed Cas' trench coat to ease him back.
"Where is Dean?!" Cas growled
"Safe" Crowley raised his eyebrows
An angered breath escaped from Cas "That's not the answer I want" His Angel Blade dawned
"Castiel, stand down" Gabriel ordered
The Archangel's words seeped through "Fine"
"OK. Take a breather, leave" Gabriel snapped his fingers, sending Cas to a calmer place. One he and Dean shared in secret.
"OK, Sam, I need to discuss things with Crowley, please, please just give me a few minutes" Gabriel pleaded towards his giant
"Fine. Five minutes. I'll be in my room"
As soon as Sam's back disappeared behind a wall Gabriel wasted no time slamming Crowley into another one, denting it
"You listen to me you arrogant dick, you fix Dean by tonight or so help me there won't be anything but rubble and a pile of ashes for you to rule over, is that clear?"
"You know, Sweetheart-"
Gabriel's locked his hand around Crowley's neck lifting the Demon a few inches off the ground repeating incredibly slowly with venom "Is, That. Clear?"
"Yes" Crowley hissed out, he was dropped and abandoned by the Archangel "Bollocks"
The King dusted himself off and returned to the unconscious Winchester lying still on the table. Swiping up his list he checked it again
I. Remain a Demon
II. Remain Soulless
III. Call Death
IV. Become a Knight
V. Hellhounds
VI. Lucifer
He was running out of ideas that could benefit him by having Dean Winchester on his side, Lucifer was the last resort for a reason, in order for Lucifer to co-operate with him was if he claimed the Throne, made Crowley his Bitch / Puppy servant and have Dean to torture and play with. The first two parts of the 'Deal' made Crowley want to vomit - no way would he lose the respect - or Fear - from the Demon Grunts and somewhat more importantly his Crown, Throne and Title of King.
"You Winchesters, always finding a new way to make Hell even worse. Dean, wake up" Crowley snapped his fingers
"NO!" Was screamed out from Dean's slumber, hallucinations plagued whatever sleep he could grasp so it was avoided at any costs.
"I see you're well rested"
"Crowley, let me out of here"
"Can't do that, Darling. You need to be in better condition for the pain-in-the-ass that is the Archangel Gabriel to deem worthy of returning"
"What did you do?"
"I've tried fixing you. A 'thank you' wouldn't kill you"
"And if I don't you'll what? Send me to Lucifer like a little Bitch? Wah wah, Mommy he won't listen to me, make him do as I say" Dean impersonated a child's voice "Seriously Crowley, do what you want, I don't exactly care about caring about anything"
Being Soulless plus a Demon wasn't as great as you'd expect it to be, having one of those problems would send an average man screaming in a rubber room with several straight-coats and who knows how much medication to make you forget you existed but Dean was a Winchester, he'd bow to no-one and run his mouth without a second thought now because he didn't have the feeling of doubt or consequences.
"Alright, since you clearly have no clue what you're doing I'm going to call my Brother and telling him what's going to happen"
Three chirps later once frantic Sam answered
"Dean! Where are you? What happened?"
"Easy, Sammy. I'm still in Hell with Crowley, as I was. Listen, Sammy. There's no way I can come back 100%. You know I'm right so shut your trap before I shut it for you. Look it's better this way, if it makes you feel any better I don't hate myself anymore, I don't have any emotions to feel about me so there's a bonus. If anything keeping me Soulless is a good thing. Sam- Sam, listen- You turn into such a whiny Bitch, you know that right? Seriously... Sam- Sam, don't you dare-"
Dean's phone beeped, he'd been hanged up on "That Son of a Bitch!"
"Trouble is paradise?"
"Just get rid of the Demon portion, being Soulless is good. I don't know how I feel, if anything so let's get this show on the road" Dean lay down willingly "Come on, Crowley"
"Keep your dress on" The King muttered, snapping his fingers "There, now only your Soul is missing"
"Lucifer has it?" Dean wondered out loud.
"He's been bragging about it since you left, saying things like 'I have the only true part of him' or 'It's such a fragile yet powerful delicacy'" Crowley faked gagging towards the sentiment Lucifer pulled for Dean's Soul.
Dean rolled his eyes "Well," he jumped off the table "it's all his, let him do what he wants with it, you know what I think"
"I think you're a Dumbass for not getting it back"
"Why? Because you can't use it against me?" Dean smugly asked
Crowley couldn't answer "Get out of my sight" he flickered his wrist sending Dean face-first into a LED lit table with a map of the world showing on it covered in what presumed to be strategy rings, co-ordinator devices and compasses.
"Where the Hell am I now?" Dean huffed
"Dean! You're back" Cas strode up to him, hugging the Winchester
The Winchester awkwardly patted Cas' back, something put the Angel in a good mood "I'm glad you are back, I have something important to tell you that I have been putting off for months"
Dean pretended to goad his Angel on "Yeah?"
"OLANI HOATH OL"
The Angel blushed scarlet and disappeared within milliseconds of uttering his phrase.
"Cas- Cas I don't know what that means! I don't speak Enochian" He called out, raising his head towards the ceiling.
A book slammed next to him, popping out of thin air, it was an Enochian Translation Scripture, Dean rolled his eyes and started on page one, it was going to be a long day but he didn't need food, booze - he still drunk it because why not - and sleep so maybe he'd learn something useful, maybe tell Cas 'Quit vanishing like that once you've told me something that's important' Dean shrugged to himself and continued reading.
Extra Note: What do you think of Dean's decision?
Anyone care to guess (or check if you want to cheat and spoil the fun - though I've dropped a few hints) what Cas said.
Using a 'special' website for the translations, I don't actually know Enochian but that would be an Awesome language to learn.
You know the drill:
50 Bonus Points for a Guess
100 Bonus Points for a Correct Answer
