All You Did was Save my Life

Squirrel and Feathers

            They had found him. After looking and looking; hunting demon after demon, they had finally found him. Crowley. They were finally going to get some answers.

            Dean and Cas were walking quietly through the house. They didn't know if there were any other demons there, but if there were then they wanted to avoid them. They finally found a room with the door cracked open slightly. Dean motioned for Cas to stop behind him as Dean peered through the opening.

            "Are you two going to stand out there all day or are you going to come inside?" a voice said and Dean jumped. He and Cas exchanged looks before Dean pushed the door open fully.

            "Squirrel, Feathers," Crowley drawled, "Why are you two sneaking around my house? Here to exorcise me like you've been doing to my demons?"

            "We need your help," Dean said.

            "My help?" Crowley said, "You've got an angel standing next to you and you're here for my help?"

            "Something's wrong with Sam," Dean went on, "None of the angels know what it is. We thought you might."

            "Did the problem start before or after I pulled Moose out of Hell?" Crowley asked simply and Dean spluttered.

            "You-" he started, sharing an incredulous look with Cas.

            "Yes Squirrel, it was me," Crowley said in bored voice, "I am the one who pulled Moose from Lucifer's Cage."

            "Why?" Cas questioned.

            "It was amusing," Crowley said and Dean narrowed his eyes at him. "Now, I thought you were here for my help?"

            "It started after," Dean sighed after a moment, "He was out of the Pit for a year before he even bothered to let us know and... a lot of people were hurt, but doesn't seem to care. If it were anyone else I wouldn't worry too much, but this is Sam! When he was kid, we walked past a pet store and he started crying because all the animals were locked up. It's impossible for him not to care. Now, you're apparently the one who got him out of Hell so I'm guess it's also pretty likely you know what's wrong with him."

            Crowley stared at him for a few seconds before he leaned back in his chair and folded his hands together, looking far too relaxed for a demon sitting across from a hunter and an angel.

            "The issue is quite simple really," Crowley said, "It's fixing it that is going to be the problem."

            "What is the problem?" Cas asked.

            "When I brought Moose back, I didn't bring all of him," Crowley said.

            "What?' Dean asked in confusion.

            "You asked for my help, I helped, without getting anything in return, I might add," Crowley said, "You want more answers, have your angel dig around inside Moose a little."

            Dean opened his mouth to retort, but Crowley was gone.

            "I am really sick of that happening," Dean said, "What the hell did that even mean?"

            Cas didn't answer, he had a far off look on his face. his eyes widened suddenly and, without a word, he grabbed Dean's jacket sleeve and dragged him out of the house and over to the Impala.

            "Cas? What is it? What's going on?" Dean asked, "Do you know what's wrong with Sam?"

            "I have an idea," Cas said, "We need to get back. And we need to call Balthazar, get him and Gabriel back to the house."

            "Cas, what's going on?" Dean asked.

            Cas took a deep breath and turn to face the hunter as he spoke. "I think Sam might be missing his soul."