Inside a conference room at Sucrocorp headquarters, Kevin Tran sat in a chair, duct tape over his mouth and his hands tied behind his back. Across from him sat one of the Leviathans, Edgar, and in the corner was the little girl the Leviathan from the Winchester's car had looked like- Dean's daughter. She looked relatively unharmed, but Kevin hadn't seen her look up the entire time he'd been held here. She just remained curled in a ball with her forehead resting on top of her knees. The conference room door opened and Dick Roman entered. "Kevin. Dick. I'm very excited to meet you."

In the corner, Dean's daughter finally looked up, watching the exchange silently. "You nervous?" Dick asked Kevin. "Don't be. I'm your biggest fan." He ripped the duct tape off Kevin's mouth. "I brought you a present." He opened his briefcase, setting the tablet in front of the Prophet. "What's that say, Kev?" Kevin shrugged, "I don't know." Dick smirked. "Cute. Edgar?" Edgar took out a knife, walking around to Kevin's side of the table. Kevin whimpered, shrinking away from the Leviathan. "Easy, Edgar," Dick said. "Don't scare the boy."

Edgar cut the binding on Kevin's hands. "You know, I've checked, Kevin. Number one in your class, winner of the Chad Kennedy top young scientist prize- all that on top of being Keeper of the Word. You're a clever young man." Dick took a laptop out of the briefcase, opening it and sliding it toward Kevin. "I'm confident you'll make the right choice here. But I see this as a negotiation." He took an envelope out of the briefcase next. "Well, I will sweeten… the pot."

"What is it?" Kevin asked. He picked up the envelope, opening it. "My sources tell me you're applying to Princeton. Letter of recommendation like that from a man like me- done." Kevin swallowed, shaking his head. "I can't do it." Dick laughed, grinning. "I admire your gumption, kid. But I still think there's some wiggle room here. I tell you what- let's kick it up a notch. See if I can't change your mind. Edgar, that live feed up, yet?" Edgar smirked, "'Course." He hit a button on a remote and footage of someone holding a knife to Kevin's mom's throat appeared on a large screen. "Ma? Mom!" Kevin cried. "Well, I think this negotiation is concluded," Dick hummed. Kevin whimpered. "You drive a hard bargain, kid."

Dick turned, looking over at Dean's daughter in the corner. "Mack, dear, care to join me? There's something we need to discuss." Kevin tore his eyes from the screen long enough to see Dean's daughter- Mack- pushing herself to her feet. Keeping her gaze on the ground, she followed Dick out of the conference room and down the hall.

"Alright, here's the deal," Dick said, pacing behind his desk. Mack was seated in a chair on the other side, still avoiding his gaze. "I hear that dimwit I sent to take your place screwed up and got his cover blown. And now your annoying father and uncle are trying to put together a weapon to kill me. I have that part handled. But here's what I need from you…" He stopped pacing, turning to face her. When he didn't continue right away, she slowly lifted her eyes to meet his. "I just need a little, itty bitty DNA sample. Doesn't matter what. Just need something so I can make more clones of you."

"Why?" she asked, voice small. Dick smirked, coming around to join her on the other side of the desk. "I thought that would be obvious, sweetheart. Can't make a rescue mission too easy for your family, can we? Gotta spice things up a bit." Mack chewed on her lip, picking at her fingernails as she dropped her gaze once more. Dick pushed off the desk, crouching down in front of her chair so he was level with her. "Please, darling," he reached forward, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "For me." She clenched her jaw, looking back at him angrily. "No," she told him. Dick also clenched his jaw, drawing his shoulders back and rising to his full height. "Why, you little-" he raised a hand as if to strike her and she shrunk back in her seat. However, before he could make contact, a knock sounded at the door.

"What?" Dick snapped. Susan, his assistant, popped her head in. "I'm sorry to interrupt, sir, but we've just received an update on the Winchesters. The demon Crowley sent them after the alpha vampire. What would you like me to do?" Dick straightened his suit coat, frowning. "Send Edgar. Have him take care of it."

"Yes, sir."

She nodded, ducking back out of the office. Dick inhaled deeply, focusing back on the child seated in front of him. "Time is of the essence, Mckinley. And surely you understand by now, that I don't really need your permission to take a sample from you. I can just take it." Mack whimpered as he grabbed a pair of scissors walking around behind her chair. "Now, hold still, little one. We don't want to hurt you, after all." Mack closed her eyes, sitting stock still as he used the scissors to cut a good inch off her hair, not enough for it to look drastic, but enough that he had a good size DNA sample. When he finished, he placed the scissors back on the desk, and placed the hair in a baggie for safe keeping.

He then buzzed Susan back on the phone, telling her to come escort Mack back to the conference room. Susan reappeared in the room, leading Mack back out and back to the room where Kevin was being held.

Dick tossed a lit match into a bowl with candles on either side, and Crowley appeared in the office. "Hello…" Crowley looked up at the Devil's Trap over his head, "Dick." Dick grinned, "Mr. Crowley, we have so much to talk about. Take a seat." The Leviathan walked over, pouring drinks. "How do you take it?" Crowley sank down into the chair Mack had been sitting in several hours earlier. "Alcoholic. Shall we get on with this, then?" Dick grinned. "Just extending the hand of hospitality," he assured the demon. "To a mutation like me? Tired of swimming in hot garbage, are we?" Dick laughed.

"That was a little colorful, huh? Well… didn't mean to," he handed Crowley a drink, "offend." Crowley swirled the drink in his glass. "Of course you did. So, if you're suddenly calling, I guess you're up to speed on the Winchesters, which means you've intercepted the Prophet. And the Prophet told you that my blood is the key to everything," he drained his drink. "You know what I like about you?" Dick took a sip of his own drink, "Lack of pretension?" Crowley shook his head, "You're smarter than you look."

"Oh, well, now you're just flirting," Dick smirked, draining the rest of his glass and rising to pour them more drinks. "Not easy… to kill me, but doable," Crowley continued. "Especially for you lot. You kill angels. You can certainly wipe one demon off the board. And yet, here we are, negotiating like proper psychopaths."

"Well, I assume you have a vial of your blood stashed somewhere, and in the event of your death, it goes directly to Sam and Dean," Dick handed Crowley another glass. "See? Smart assumption," Crowley grinned. "One can't live on looks alone. Here's my offer," Dick replied. "All ears," Crowley prompted. "Full immunity to you and your constituency. I'm talking free-range grazing for all of demonkind. I'm willing to cordon off, say, Canada. You and your crew can work your little deals, have your way with the locals."

"All of Canada?" Crowley asked. "Have it," Dick shrugged. "Fair," Crowley nodded. "And down here?" Dick shook his head. "America's ours. Your sales team stays out- period. That's not up for negotiation. We need America. They're so fat."

"And in exchange?"

Dick pulled out a vial of blood from his inside jacket pocket. "The blood of one sadly unimpressive demon in New Jersey. All I ask is that you give it to Frick and Frack, tell them it's yours, stand back, and let them come to me." He handed the vial to Crowley. "I can't deny I long to see those two digested once and for all. You have a deal. I suppose you want it in writing?"

"I don't kiss on the mouth."

"Your loss. I just so happen to have the standard rider…" the demon took a scroll from his jacket, "right here." He unfurled the scroll, which was extremely long. The Leviathan grimaced as he held up a magnifying glass to the paper. "I do so like this part. Don't you?" Crowley grinned.

Dean tossed a lit match into a bowl. Flames rose, then died down. He and Sam looked around. "Is he trying to make a grand entrance or…?" Dean trailed off. "I don't know…" Sam frowned. "Son of a bitch. He's standing us up." Sam shook his head, "Well, we summoned him. Doesn't he kind of have to-"

"If Crowley wants to screw you, he'll screw you."

"Or… he can't come 'cause something went wrong," Sam suggested. "Maybe," Dean muttered. He just wanted to get the last piece of the weapon so they could go kill Dick and get his daughter back. There was a knock at the door and Sam drew his gun. "Maybe it's good news," Dean suggested. Sam looked through the hole in the door, then opened it to let Meg in. "You deal with him. I can't anymore," Meg snapped at Dean. "You might want to be more specific," Dean said. "I was laying low halfway across the world when emo boy pops out of nowhere and zaps me right back here."

"Why?"

"Go ask him. He was your boyfriend first." Dean sighed, heading outside. He walked over to the vehicle parked in front of the cabin. Castiel was sitting in the driver's seat. Dean leaned down in the open window to greet him, "Hey, there." Cas raised his hand in greeting. Dean straightened up, closed his eyes, shook his head and sighed before leaning in the window again. "So, Cas, what's, uh, what's, uh, what's the word?"

"Well, Dean, I've been thinking. Monkeys are so… clever, and they're sensible in that they leave the skins on the bananas that they eat. Is it really necessary to test cosmetics on them? I mean, how important is lipstick to you, Dean?"

"Not very," Dean answered. "You want to come inside and, uh, tell us what's going on?" He backed up a few steps so Cas could climb out of the car and follow him back to the cabin. "Now, you understand I don't participate in aggressive activity," Cas said, picking up the bone they'd gotten for the weapon and sniffing it. "Mm. Sister Mary Constant. Good choice." Dean rolled his eyes, "Why'd you go to Meg, Cas?" The angel didn't respond, going off on yet another tangent. "When I left, I wanted to observe the flowers- and fruit. Flowers come first, obviously. But I heard nothing from them."

"Heard nothing from who?" Sam asked, trying to keep his impatience in check. "The Garrison," Cas replied. "What happened to the Garrison?" Sam pressed. "Well, finally, the silence was deafening, so I went to look… to the home of the Prophet. You know, Leviathan can kill angels. There's a reason why Father locked them in Purgatory. They're the Piranha that would eat the whole aquarium. They're gone. The entire Garrison- dead. If there's anyone left at all, they're in hiding."

"Um, I'm sorry," Dean said. "If the angels are dead, where's Kevin?" Cas was back on the monkey thing from the car. "I could steal them from their cages, the monkeys. But where would I put them all?" he muttered. "Hey!" Dean clapped. "Focus. Is Kevin alive?"

"I don't want to fight."

"No, I'm not-" Dean inhaled deeply, forcing his next words to come out very calmly, "we're worried." Cas nodded, "They took him. He's alive. I felt such responsibility, but it's in your hands now." Dean blinked. "Wait. Hold on a freakin' minute." Cas smiled, "I feel much better." Meg had spotted the spell paraphernalia. "Guys, what's all that?" she asked. "We called Crowley," Sam answered. "You what?" she hissed. "Don't worry. He never showed," Dean said.

"What do you mean, never-"

"Do you see him anywhere? He stood us up."

"Well, I'm sorry about that, but I'm outie. He could still sh-"

"Show up at any time," Crowley finished, appearing in the room. "Hello, boys. Sorry I'm late. This is an embarrassment of riches. Stay, won't you. There's really nowhere to run." Ignoring him, Meg ran toward the door, but was blocked as Crowley reappeared in front of her. "Don't even think of smoking out, pussycat," he purred. "I've got eyes all over the place." Cas took a step forward. "Leave her be," he commanded. "Castiel," Crowley's eyebrows shot up. "When we last spoke, you- enslaved me. I'm confused. Why aren't you dead?"

"I… don't know."

"Well, do you want to be? 'Cause I can help with that."

"Alright, enough," Dean broke them up. "It's enough when I say," Crowley snapped. "I came here to help you. I find out you've been lying to me, harboring an angel, and not just any angel- the one angel I want to crush between my teeth." Meg smirked. "Oh, so you can crush angels now?" she bit out sarcastically. "You bore me. You know that?" Crowley glared at her. "You have no sense of poetry." He turned back to Cas. "Now, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Well, I'm still, uh, honing my communication strategy," Cas started rambling once more. "I haven't been back to Heaven. I- I keep thinking there are no insects up there, but here we have-" Dean and Crowley looked at each other, "-trillions. You know, they're making honey and silk and… miracles really." Crowley blinked. "What are you talking about?" he asked. "Um, preferring insects to angels, I guess. Here. I can offer a token, if you like," Cas held up a plastic bag containing a yellow substance. "It's honey. I-I collected it myself." Crowley and Dean exchanged another look.

"You're off your rocker. He's off his rocker- is that it? Karma's a bitch, isn't it?" Crowley helped himself to a glass of whiskey off the table. "Look, did you come here to, uh, donkey-punch your old grudges or help us end Dick?" Dean grumbled. "Pick a battle." Crowley sighed. "Well, I'm vexed. I'd like to do both. But where's the fun in clobbering a ball of wet fur? Text me when Sparkles here retrieves his marbles, I suppose. Meanwhile…" he took a vial of blood out of his jacket pocket, "a prezzie."

"Really?" Sam raised an eyebrow. "Just boxed up and ready to go?" Crowley smirked, "I'm the model of efficiency."

"Is that right? Then why were you late?"

"Dick had me in a Devil Trap. He's not an idiot. He knows what you two are after."

"So what did he offer you?"

"A fair deal. In exchange for giving you the wrong blood. It's demon, but is it mine?" Crowley paused. "It's my blood. Real deal."

"And why should we trust you?" Dean asked. "Good God, don't. Never trust anyone. A lesson I learned from my last business partner." Crowley glanced in Cas' direction. "Alright. Give us the blood," Dean held out a hand. "Certainly," Crowley nodded. "Oh, bonus. Meg, I'm gonna scoop you up, take you home, and roast you 'til you're jerky." Cas started to move toward Crowley. "But not… yet. Cas can have you for now. Hilariously, it seems he'd be upset at losing you. And the boys need Cas to get Dick. Don't they, Cas?"

"Oh, I- I don't fight anymore," Cas stammered. "Come on," Crowley scoffed. "Given the particulars of your enemy, sadly, you're vital." He tossed the vial of blood to Sam and disappeared.

Dick and Susan were walking side by side down the hall, looking at their phones. "Powerpoint presentation's on your desk for approval, sir." Dick grinned, "Great. Susan, do I look like a fool?" Susan shook her head, "Not in that particular body, no." Dick nodded in approval. "Good. Have I told you there are three rules to contract negotiation? Bring breath mints, get in in writing, and have a plan for when they screw you. Go to the freezer."

"The arm?"

"Yep, the arm. That-a-girl." Dick entered his office, taking the bag with Mack's hair out of the drawer. A few minutes later, Susan returned carrying a large box. "Here you are, sir," she set the box on his desk. "Delegates are on their way."

"Perfect. We're gonna want everything in place when they get here. Send in the security detail, would you?" Susan left and Dick opened the box. Inside was a hand and forearm, which was wearing a watch. "Hello, Mr. Roman," Dick said. "Nice watch."

Sam and Dean pulled up outside of Sucrocorp, Sam typing on his laptop. "You got it yet?" Dean asked. "Here we go," Sam said. The laptop screen showed footage from the board room, where a meeting was in progress. "Thank you, Charlie, wherever you are."

"Got you, Dick."

"Yeah, that's, uh, the second floor," the laptop screen changed to footage of Dick at his desk, "and- and then- what's that?" Dean frowned. "What the hell? Is that Dick?" The laptop then changed to footage of Dick walking down the hall. "And that's Dick," Sam said. "Son of a bitch," Dean swore. "Cycle through again, we gotta find Mack." Sam did so, "Um…" They spotted her in multiple rooms, just like with Dick. "You gotta be kidding me," Dean groaned.

Just then, Sam noticed a maid get out of a pickup truck and start heading toward the Sucrocorp building. They managed to stop Bobby, who was possessing her, before anything drastic happened, but because of it, they had to get the maid he possessed straight to the hospital and then headed back to Rufus' cabin. Sam called the hospital the next day for a report. "Okay, thanks," he hung up. "She's fine. Checking out of the hospital tonight." Dean was staring blankly at Bobby's flask. "Well, that's positive," Cas said cheerfully, offering Sam a plate with a sandwich on it.

"Tell me again why you turned tail for some maid," Meg said as Cas placed a sandwich in front of Dean. "You were right there." Dean raised his head to glare at her. "Shut up, Meg," he grumbled. "Because Dick made more Dicks," Sam said. Cas and Dean both looked over at him. "He must've kept a chunk of the original Dick Roman somewhere… There were also multiple Macks. Uh, they'd all have to touch them." Over in the kitchen, Cas rolled on the balls of his feet as he dried dishes. "Hey shifty," Dean called over to him, "what's your problem?"

"Do we need a cat?" Cas asked. "Doesn't this place feel one species short?" Dean ignored him. "You got anything to say on the topic of Dicks?"

"I like yours very much, Dean." There was an awkward silence following Cas' words. "Not what I meant…" Dean mumbled, "Crowley was pretty sure that you could help." Cas shook his head. "I can't help. You understand? I can't. I destroyed… everything, and I will destroy everything again. Can we please just leave it at that?"

"No," Dean said, standing up. "No, we can't." Sam tried to protest. "Dean…" The elder Winchester ignored him, advancing on the angel. "We can't leave it. You let these friggin' things in. So you don't get to make a sandwich. You don't get a damned cat. Nobody cares that you're broken, Cas. Clean up your mess!" Cas set down the dish he was holding, walking over to meet Dean. "You know… we should play Twister." Sam and Dean looked at each other and Cas vanished. "Nice. You scared off the Empire's only hope."

They turned to face Meg. "Meaning?" Dean asked. "It occur to you every one of those things was in Cas? He knows them. He can see past the meat suits." Sam's face lit up in understanding. "So, he'll be able to spot the real… fake Dick Roman. And the real Kinley." Meg smirked, "Gold star, sugarpants. Too bad he's Fruit Loops. You might've had a chance." Dean heard a noise behind him, turning to see Cas playing Twister on the floor.

After a heartfelt goodbye, they ended up burning Bobby's flask and putting him to rest. The next morning, after Cas helped Dean get Baby back from where she was stashed, they got their plan in motion. Meg caused a distraction by crashing the Impala into the main sign outside of Sucrocorp and then the boys snuck into the building. While Dean and Cas went after Dick, Sam went to find Kevin and, hopefully, the real Mack. After several empty rooms, he found one that had Kevin bound and gagged inside. "Kevin. Hey, buddy. We gotta hustle, okay?" He cut Kevin free and Kevin removed the tape from his mouth.

"Mack," he nodded over at the corner. Sam looked over to see Mack curled into a ball against the wall, her forehead against her knees. "Kinley? That really you?" Mack raised her head, eyes meeting his. "Uncle Sammy?" she asked. "Yeah, Kinley… Look, I'm sorry, but I gotta check…" He held up a container of power clean. Mack nodded, standing up and holding out her arm. That, in and of itself, was telling enough, but Sam sprayed her anyway. The Borax didn't do anything to her skin and Sam breathed a sigh of relief. "Alright. Let's get out of here."

"Wait, Sam, we can't leave yet," Kevin protested. "Uh, yeah, we can. It's okay. We gotta go." Kevin shook his head. "You don't understand. Dick's got a creamer in his lab. He's gonna kill all the skinny people." That made Sam pause. "Wait. What? Slow down." Kevin continued frantically, "We have to blow up the lab, Sam. Please." Sam looked over at Mack and then back at Kevin in indecision. "Yeah, fine. Let's go."

In the lab, Dick was drinking the creamer Kevin had been frantically telling Sam about. He heard a noise behind him, turning to see Dean and Cas standing over the decapitated Leviathan that had been packing up the other containers of creamer. Cas was carrying a container of Power Clean like Sam and Dean was holding a machete. "Little abrupt… but okay," Dick frowned. Dean sheathed the machete. "Castiel. Good to see you again. Thanks for the ride into paradise." Dean took out a bloodstained bone with a point at one end. "And good on you- pulling that together. A plus."

"Oh, you don't think this'll work, do you?" Dean smirked. "You trust that demon?" Dick chuckled, "You sure I'm even me, Dean?"

"No. But he is." Dick glanced at Cas nervously. "See, here's the thing when dealing with Crowley- he will always find a way to bone you." Dick swallowed, "This meeting's over." Cas moved toward the Leviathan, and Dick flung him into a wall. Dean plunged the bone into Dick's chest. Dick gasped, pulling the bone out and snapping it in half. "Did you really think you could trump me?" he asked. "Honestly?" Dean asked, taking a second bone out of his jacket. "No." Cas pulled Dick's head back, Dean stabbing the second bone through his neck.

Dick yelled as Sam, Kevin and Mack ran into the room. "Daddy!" Mack cried. "Figured we'd catch you off guard," Dean told Dick as he continued to yell and gurgle. Sam grabbed Mack, shielding her and Kevin as Dick blew up in an explosion of black goo. "Daddy! Cas!" Sam straightened, looking around the room which was splattered in the goo. "Guys, we should go," Kevin said. "What the hell?" Sam muttered. Dick, Dean and Cas had all vanished from the room. "More chompers any second, Sam," Kevin reminded him. "Not to worry," Crowley said, appearing in the room. "I have a small army of demons outside. Cut off the head, and the body will flounder, after all. Think if you'd had just one king since before the first sunrise. You'd be in a kerfuffle, too."

"Which is exactly what you wanted," Sam glared. "So did you. Without a master plan, the Levis are just another monster. Hard to stomp, sure, but you love a challenge. Your job is to keep them from organizing." Mack hung onto her uncle's arm. "Where's Daddy and Cas?" she asked. "That bone… has a bit of a kick," Crowley answered. "God weapons often do. They should put a warning on the box." Sam was fuming. "Where are they, Crowley?!" The demon smirked, "Can't help you, Sam." He snapped his fingers and two demons appeared, grabbing Kevin. "Sorry, Sam. Prophet's mine." With another snap the two demons and Kevin vanished.

"You got what you wanted- Dick's dead, saved the world. So, I want one little prophet. Sorry, moose. Chipmunk. Wish I could help. You certainly got a lot on your plate right now. It looks like you two are well and truly… on your own." Crowley vanished, leaving Mack and Sam behind.