Late Night Hunting

Chapter 13: Crowley ships it

(Credit to Angel Dove *https://plus.google.com/+AngelDove* for the amazing video you see above, and the info on summoning Crowley was found on the supernatural Wiki.)

Dean and Cas went around to different convenience stores, grabbing the materials they needed to summon Crowley and trap him in a Devil's Trap to get some answers out of that son of a bitch. Summoning Crowley required several ingredients, so the two of them had gotten everything required to bring the so-called King Of Hell right to them. They got in the Impala and went back to the motel. They got out the white chalk and began drawing out the Devil's Trap on the ceiling, putting a chair dead center under it, stepping back to admire their handiwork. "The ritual uses a sigil very similar to the one we used to summon Azazel, so we have to arrange the candles just right to align with the sigil. " Dean said, naming the demon he tortured a while back while Sam and his dad were somewhere in Nebraska. He got a large bowl out of the cabinet and helped Cas measure out how much of each part they needed. Once they were finished, Dean sliced open his palm and muttered "Et ad congregandum, eos coram me!", then lit the ingredients on fire. A few seconds later, the King himself appeared in all his evil, despicable glory. "Hello again, Squirrel. I see your friend is still here. Planning something.....special?" Crowley asked, a rather suggestive grin on his face. Cas blushed while Dean narrowed his eyes. "Oh we're planning something special alright. And you're part of it." He said, smiling an evil, twisted sort of smile. "Am I now? That's rather interesting. What sort of something are we talking about? There was this one time when- WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THIS?!?!" he yelled, looking at the Devil's Trap on the ceiling as he spoke. "Didn't I say we were planning something special?" Dean said, grinning like a madman. "You bloody TRAITOR! I TRUSTED YOU! How could you?! No one in the history of torture has been tortured with torture like the torture you'll be tortured with!" Crowley yelled, shaking the building. Luckily Sam, Dean, and John were the only ones boarding in the little old rundown motel. "Because we need answers, and you're the only one that can give em'." Dean stated calmly, pointing to the chair. "Now I suggest you sit down and calm yourself. If you tell the truth, and that's a big IF, we'll let you run back to mommy in one piece." he said, smiling with a dark look in his deep emerald eyes. "If you decide not to help us, then let's just say that you'll be reduced to the tiniest piece of anything you can imagine and then spread out across the entire Earth." Silence. Then, a sigh. "What do you two bloody morons need?" Crowley growled, sitting in the chair and willing a glass of malt Scotch into existence. Dean smiled widely at Cas, then turned back to the demon sitting in the motel chair. "Why is your mom making Cas have nightmares about a Hellhound?" Crowley was in the middle of taking a drink when Dean said this, then began to splutter and cough, wheezing when he could breathe again. "What the hell are you on about?" Dean asked, scowling as Crowley didn't answer for a moment. "She has a....."thing" for him. Don't ask me why, she just wants to scare the crap out of him for some reason. I think she thinks he's "special"." Dean's eyes widened and he looked at Cas, who shrugged. They both looked back over at Crowley. "Can you excuse us for a moment?" Cas said politely, then shoving Dean into the bathroom and following him. "Great. Now what are we gonna do?" Cas asked, putting his head in his hands. Then he felt a gentle hand clap him on the shoulder and pull him up. "We're gonna ask Crowley if he'll help us and then we're gonna drag that ginger bitch's ass here and interrogate her." Dean said, certainty in his voice, eyes hard as flint. "You know I can still hear most of what you two blithering idiots are saying in there!" Dean sighed. "C'mon, let's go face the "Almighty Wrath Of The KIng Of Hell"." he says, laughing. They exited the bathroom, walking back to where Crowley is seated, drinking his Scotch. "Before you say anything, yes, I'll help you. But only because I hate my mother as much, if not more than, you two do." Crowley said, standing up and walking to the edge of his circle. "But you're going to have to do something for me in return before I help you." Cas looked at Crowley, suspicion blooming in his eyes. Before Dean could speak, Cas said "What kind of thing are we talking about, exactly?" Crowley smiled, an evilly thoughtful look upon his face. "You two have to kiss. In front of me. Now." Dean instantly narrowed his eyes. "No. Absolutely not." he said almost instantly. Cas waited a moment, thinking the proposal over. "Dean," he said slowly. He looked at Cas in shock. "Are you seriously considering this?! Really, Cas?! I mean, I knew you could be stupid, but-" He was abruptly cut off by Cas glaring at him, a fierce fire glowing in his electrically blue eyes, causing them to be a stormy ebony color. "No, Dean. We're doing it, and that's final. I know you don't want to do this, but I really don't want to have the same nightmares every night, getting worse and worse, just because of that idiot over there." He says, pointing am accusing finger at Crowley.  "Now shut up and kiss me." Cas said quietly, forcefully dragging Dean towards him by his shirt and firmly pressing his lips against Dean's, both of them squeezing their eyes tightly shut. Crowley watched them, holding his breath and whispering "I ship it like frigging FedEx."