falling like the stars, sam winchester [ 3 ]

006. "is it a kinky thing?"

The brothers explained to Miranda how Samuel is working for Crowley and now they're required to. Sam, Miranda, and the kids are currently sitting at an outdoor table of the place they're eating.

Dean is standing nearby and on his phone.

"I know, Bobby, but there's got to be another way. I don't know. Keep digging. I mean, if Crowley thinks we're just gonna--"

"Crowley thinks you're just gonna what, Dean?" They find Crowley standing behind Dean. "Is that Bobby Singer? Give him a kiss for me."

"I'll call you back." Dean hangs up.

"Good news, boys! I've got a job for you." Crowley sits next to Sam. Dean sits across from Sam.

"I'm gonna say this once. You can take your job and shove it up your ass." Dean says.

"Is that any way to talk to your boss?" Crowley asks.

"You're not my boss, dickbag." Dean says.

"Dean, Dean. Been through this. Quit clutching your pearls. You've been working for me for some time now. Sam here, longer." Crowley says.

"We didn't know." Sam says.

"Like that makes a difference to you. You'd sell your entire family for a dollar right now if you really needed a soda." Crowley says. "Look, I'm sending you--"

"No." Dean denies.

"Beg pardon?" Crowley asks.

"I've done some shady stuff in my time, but I am not doing this. No."

"Ten quid says you will."

Crowley touches the back of Sam's hand and Sam yells in pain as his hand sizzles, a burn spreading on his hand.

"You like pain, Sam? You like Hell?" Crowley asks. "You need to stop thinking of this as some kind of deal. This is a hostage situation, you arrogant little thug. I own your brother! Do you understand me?"

Crowley snaps his fingers and Sam's hand heals.

"Come on, Dean, smile. It's not that bad. Here's incentive -- you bag me a live alpha, and I'll give you little Sammy's soul back, with a cherry on top." Crowley says.

"What, alpha vamp not good enough for you?" Sam asks.

"Best mind where you poke your nose, if you want to keep it. Your merry little hike up the food chain starts here." Crowley says. He puts a newspaper down. "Businessman found dead in his car -- chest ripped open... heart missing. Sounds like?"

"Werewolf." Sam says, looking at the article.

"No, it's not a full moon." Dean says.

"Werewolves turning on the full moon -- so '09." Crowley comments.

"He's right." Sam says. "Samuel and I ganked one about six months back on the half-moon. Things have been out of whack for a while now, I guess."

"Yeah, I guess." Dean says.

"So, it's settled then. You bag the howler, bring it home to papa. See you soon, boys, lady... babies." Crowley disappears.

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"So, the vic's a real class act. Owned a bunch of slum grade apartments. Couple houses, too." Sam says while Dean drives.

"So this is it? This is-- this is what you're gonna do?" Dean asks.

"What am I doing?" Sam asks.

"Crowley. He's so far up our asses we're-- we're-- we're coughing sulfur, but you-- you're just gonna work the case?" Dean asks.