Looking at the bag of bones on the table, Bobby was glad they had finally some kind of leverage against Crowley. Now, they could force the dirty little scumbag him to give him his soul and Dean were currently preparing his living-room for the summoning. They walls and floor were once again filled with summoning symbols, protective sigils and a whole lot of other crap.

"We ready?", Bobby asked, when the brothers put down their jars of paint.

"Yeah", Sam replied, "we're ready."

Sam chanted weird words in some old and highly unknown language.

Wind wiped through the room and with a flash of lightning, the demon appeared.

He looked like he always did: smug, superior, with a dazzling good looking black suit.

But something was off.

His suit looked cramped, like he had worn it a long time – maybe even slept in it. His unkempt and ruffled hair stuck out in every direction and his eyes shifted uneasy from side to side.

He looked haunted.

"Wow, what happened to you?" Dean remarked sarcastically, "live as King of Hell seems to treat you well."

"If you called me here to insult me, I'll leave again," snapped the Demon impatiently, "I've got better things to do than listen to you whining about your missing souls."

"Like what?" Dean snapped back.

"I was just..."

Crowley broke up mid-sentence.

"I did... well, there was this thing I was doing..."

His eyes grew wide, with horror and sudden understanding

"I don't remember. I've got to go."

"Whoa, no so fast buddy," Dean called, "wanna know why we called you?"

Sam stepped over to the table and took a skull out of the back, while lighting with the other hand his Zippo. "See Crowley, these are your remains and if you don't do what we say, we're gonna burn you."

Angry, afraid and annoyed, Crowley stretched his hand for the bones out. "Give them back." He demanded.

"You think we are that stup..."

"Why does your hand flash red?" interrupted Bobby Sam's death threats.


Slowly, Crowley turned his hand over. A bright red light flashed under his skin. His other hand hovered over the light, hesitating, before pressing his thumb lightly to the pulsing light.

Crowely's voice came out of nowhere. His lips didn't move, but still they could hear his voice.

"You again! I remember, you should all be dead. He promised we were save from you."

"What are you talking..." came Dean's confused voice, "sonofabitch! What is that?"

"How did it get in here?" That was Sam.

"What the...?" Definitely Bobby's voice.

"Canton", sounded the screeching voice of an uncommon creature, "you cannot defeat us. We were here long before you and we'll still be here when you are gone. No one will defeat us. Silence will fall"

"I've got to go," said Crowley.

"Whoa, no so fast buddy, wanna know why we called you?"

That was the same conversation they had just moments ago.

"See Crowley, these are your remains and if you don't do what we say, we're gonna burn you."

"Give them back."

"You think we are that stup..."

"Why does your hand flash red?"


"They are everywhere," whispered Crowley, barely audible. He looked them square in the eyes. There was nothing but fear and honesty in his voice.

"When you see them, don't look away. Keep looking. Look away and you'll forget. Don't forget. They are here and they want revenge."

He turned to leave, but Dean's outburst stopped him shortly. "Hey, were do you think you're going?"

"We're gonna need a doctor."

"Doctor who?"