The song here is "Dead Girl Walking" by Kidneythieves

Dead Girl Walking

Gadreel wanted to trust that the Winchesters would abide by their words and help Anne, a fellow hunter. However, he knew all too well that he couldn't. This wasn't a simple task where humans could be trusted to do the right thing. This was Anne. This was serious and trusting Sam and Dean was out of the question. Gadreel couldn't have faith that they'd help her.

He had to inform her and together, they would have to summon Crowley. He couldn't give into the childish thought that they'd get help. It was him and Anne, alone, in this world. That's how he'd have to look at it. Oddly, that's all it ever was...

He opened the door to their room as gently as he could, not wanting to wake her up. However, the light was on inside. When he pushed the door open, he saw her sitting on the floor with books all around her. She was so busy trying to contact Crowley that even being exhausted didn't hold her back.

"Anne." Gadreel said, slightly disappointed. She looked up at him with a blank expression, as if she didn't understand why he wasn't happy. "You should be resting." He said and when he approached and crouched down, picking up a book, she took it from him and placed it back on the ground, as if he disturbed her.

When he met her eyes, he couldn't see the Anne he had known before her mother's death. He hadn't seen her ever since that horrible night. Still, he continued to hope. He couldn't stop.

"I just can't." Anne replied softly. "I have to do this." She added and then her eyes seemed sad, as if begging him to help her. How could he stay angry at her?

"You know I will always be there for you." He replied and smiled softly as she returned to her books. "As for the Winchesters, I regret to inform you that they will not." He added and she remained still for a few seconds before meeting his eyes.

"What do you mean?" she asked him. "They have to. They promised." She added. Gadreel was about to correct her, when he thought twice. Although the brothers never promised anything, it was her interpretation. However, it didn't matter now.

"Anne," he said softly and she knew by his tone that he was preparing her for bad news. "They plan on negotiating for Heaven's souls." He said and remained silent, watching Anne's reaction. Her expression was blank, but her eyes told him she understood what he was telling her.

"Then it's just you and me." she said and returned to her books, biting her bottom lip. It used to be something she did when he took off his shirt or something along those lines. Now, it was to stop herself from losing control of her emotions, such as her sadness.

Gadreel wanted badly to wrap his arms around her, but he knew it wouldn't help her. Sometimes, what helped her the most was to give her space.

So, he picked up some books and flipped through them, showing her he was in this with her.

"Best way to get Crowley to respond is to attempt summoning him without giving hope. It'll annoy him and he'll have no choice to respond… at some point." Gadreel said and she looked up at him with a slight grin.

"Then let's annoy the King of Hell." She said and her grin broadened.

They set up everything they needed and drew Crowley's sigil on the floor. Once they were ready, the summoned him and waited. Seconds stretched into minutes and it seemed like hours. They were preparing themselves for another attempt, when Gadreel felt that familiar sensation, the one where the hairs on the back of his neck rose.

"So, you're the infamous dead girl walking." Said that grave raspy voice with a hint of an accent that was particularly difficult to label.

Gadreel and Anne both stood up, glaring at the King of Hell.

"I want my mother back." Anne said with anger. Gadreel glanced over at her and could see her rage in her tensed muscles and clenched fists. If she was exhausted before, she wasn't now. He glanced back at Crowley and looked at the demon behind him. She simply gave him a small grin.

"Since when do you travel with a companion?" Gadreel asked Crowley without looking away from the demon.

"Married life not what you thought it'd be?" Anne asked, surprising Gadreel slightly. He nearly forgot that she knew about Clara, Crowley's Cambion Queen of Hell. But what surprised him more was her tone of voice; she had never spoken to anyone like that before.

However, Crowley simply flashed a dark grin.

"Sorry, I don't discuss Hell with hunters. I'm funny that way." He replied with his smooth raspy voice.

"Gonna discuss my mother's soul?" Anne asked and Crowley maintained his grin.

"I'm listening." He said and Anne clenched her jaw and her frown deepened.

"All I have to say to you is that I want my mother back. Now's your part, the one where you say you'll let her go." She said with anger in her voice. Crowley changed his grin to a smile and gave a subtle nod.

"I'll let her go, on one condition." Crowley said and then Gadreel stepped up, shielding Anne. He knew where this was going and he didn't like it. Despite her sadness, he wouldn't allow her to sell her soul to free her mother. There had to be another way. "Oh, relax." Crowley said, looking at Gadreel, then back to Anne. "I simply request a spell in exchange." He said and Anne snorted, replacing her anger with bemusement.

"You want me to cast a spell for you?" she said, her voice suggesting she could possibly laugh at such an idea.

"Not for me, Dead Girl." Crowley corrected. "For my Queen." He added.

Anne remained silent, as if she didn't know what to think. She glanced at Gadreel for a brief moment, then back at Crowley with an arched eyebrow.

"I thought she was all so powerful. Why do you need a spell from me?" Anne asked and when Gadreel glanced at the demon behind Crowley, her expression was grim. They must have an urgent and serious reason why they needed a spell from a Wiccan. At that moment, Gadreel felt that they could have the upper hand in this situation.

"My Queen is in pain and the only spells I have are to inflict more. I need a spell that will relieve her without adding more harm." Crowley said and then narrowed his eyes at Anne. "Think you can do that, Glinda?" he asked.

Anne remained silent for some time, as if trying to see the deceit behind it, but finding the temptation to agree and set her mother free to strong to ignore.

"One spell and my mother is free to go." she said with a hint of a question in her statement. Crowley smirked, making his dark eyes shimmer.

"I'm a demon of my word. Think I became this good by dashing looks alone?"