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Sam was bent over on the hood of the Impala a few miles away from Sucrocorp reading what appeared to be a very large book. He was trying to figure out anything he possibly could on Leviathans and where Dean could’ve gone. As of right now, he was lost for leads.
“You know?” Crowley started, resulting in Sam jumping out of his skin and spinning around; He continued, “I always wondered what you did after you finished reading one of your stolen books. Stash it away? Sell it? Toss it in a river?”
“What do you want, Crowley?” Sam ground out.
Crowley slowly approached Sam, but stopped when he saw Sam pull out Ruby’s knife. “So it was a knife in your pocket?” Upon receiving Sam’s unimpressed look he put his hands in his pockets and answered. “I came to make a deal with the Winchester brothers, but it seems I’ve been ripped off by a Winchester, am I correct, Moose?”
“Dead or missing?”
“I don’t know.”
“So missing?”
“Look, Crowley, I’m not playing your games.” Sam practically growled.
Crowley raised an eyebrow, “Games? I’m being rather straightforward. You’re the one who’s being dodgy. Stop being so toxic, Samantha, or I might just have to break up with you.”
“What do you want?” Sam asked bitterly, getting straight to the point.
Crowley quirked a smile, “Dick Roman was a thorn in my side too, no matter how useful he was. I’m glad he’s gone, so as a gift, I thought I would erase the effects he had on the Winchester image, plus a few other stains from the past.”
Sam laughed and looked at the ground, “Right, what’s the catch?”
“You, and Squirrel when he gets back, use your new found freedom to get yourselves into positions that benefit both sides, and we’ll form a sort of alliance, there’s no downside.” Crowley claimed easily.
“What a nice way of saying you want to make us your bitches, I’m not biting.” Sam countered firmly.
“Fine, I leave Squirrel out of it, and still clear his mantra. Consider.”
“Why are you doing this? What’s your motive?” Sam inquired, there’s no way Crowley would’ve offered this normally. He wasn’t the helping hands type.
“You Winchesters have been messing things up since day one, I might as well help you do it properly and have my say in changing the world.”
“You want in?” Sam asked, shocked.
“I don’t want in on your Team Free Will, or whatever the tacky name is. What I want is simple, I want assistance from someone who knows what they’re doing, and I’m willing to help you get to where you can help me.”
“You have nothing left to lose and the world to gain, Samantha, and maybe this will give you the power to find Dean.”
Sam seemed to be considering his offer. “And Dean stays out of this?”
“With the benefits, of course. However you must keep a leash on him, I don’t want him running around and undoing all our hard work, like the squirrel he is.”
“Fine.”
“Fine?”
“I accept the deal.”
“Then pucker up, Moose.”