I'M SO SORRY! I procrastinated like a pro and that's why this chapter is so late! I am truly sorry! Here we go!
Chapter 6
Sam turned around quickly to see Crowley standing there, a smug look on his face.
"Crowley." Sam said angrily.
"Nice to see you too, Sam." Crowley answered, unfazed by Sam's harsh tone. He walked past Sam, patting him on the shoulder as he passed. He went over to the open bottle on the table and poured himself a drink in the empty glass next to it. He took a drink and looked at Sam, "You know, if you're going to have company, at least buy something good." He held up his glass a little.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." Sam replied sarcastically.
"No problem at all, Moose. Introduce me to your friends here." Crowley pointed at the group staring at him.
"The Doctor, Amy, Rory." Sam told him, pointing at them, "Sherlock, John. Now what did you do with my brother, you ass?"
"You must be the King of Hell." The Doctor commented in a dark tone, looking at Crowley.
"In the flesh. And you must be the Time Lord." Crowley answered. He then sat down at the table and put his feet on top of it.
"You know him?" Sam asked the Doctor.
"I know of him."
"Aw, I'm flattered." Crowley spoke up sarcastically.
"Wait. King of Hell?" John asked.
Sam turned to John and Sherlock, who were both wearing somewhat confused expressions. "I really don't have time for the whole speech, so I'm just gonna give it to you straight. Demons are real. Monsters are real. Ghosts are real. Most of them are assholes."
John just sat there with a confused expression. Sherlock did the same for a minute or two, but then regained his composure. John was sure that he had found some way to rationalize it, making it seem completely logical. John was still having a hard time with it, though.
Sherlock stepped forward, closer to the lounging demon. "Where have you taken Dean Winchester?" he asked bluntly, wanting to get straight to the point.
"Why should I tell you, cheekbones?" Crowley asked with a smile.
Sherlock stared at him for a minute. "Because you want us to find him." he stated.
"What makes you think that?"
"Because you wouldn't be here otherwise. You want us to find Dean. You came here to tell us something. Something you find important. Chances are that when we find him and try to come after him, it will be some kind of trap. You have already set it, you're just making sure that we step in it." Sherlock told them quickly.
Crowley nodded with an impressed look on his face, corners of his mouth twitching in a small smile. "You might have found a competent one, Moose."
"Where is my brother, Crowley?" Sam asked.
"Well, I'm feeling generous today, so I'll give you a little hint." Crowley pulled a smart phone out of his pocket and turned it on. He showed Sam the screen and everyone gathered around it.
On the screen was live video footage. It was of a dark room with metal walls and floors. It was small and there was no visible door. Despite the darkness, everyone could tell there was a figure in the corner, but only Sam, Castiel, and the Doctor recognized who it was. It was Dean, huddled in the corner. His clothes were bloody, as was the rest of his body. He looked like he had a broken wrist. He had bruises covering his arms and legs, as well as burn marks. The footage showed he was breathing, but he was obviously having a hard time doing so.
"Who did this?" Sam growled.
"That would be me. My part of the deal." Crowley said, putting the phone away.
"Deal?" Sherlock asked.
"Yes, I have business partners now."
"Who?" Rory asked, still shocked at the video.
"One word. Dalek." Crowley said, then disappeared.
I hope this makes up for my horrible procrastination! Thanks for sticking with me, guys!