Night came in and Cas was standing on a crossroad. He buried a small, tin box in the ground and then took a step back.
“Get your arsch down, here, Crowley!” he yelled.
A few long Sekunden later Crowley appeared. “Give me one good reason why I wouldn’t kill Du this very instant”
“Because I have something better in store” Cas said. He took a deep breath and then continued. “You have to bring Dean back to life”
“Let me guess, I get your soul in return” Crowley sagte bored. “Sorry, but that’s getting so old. Nice chatting” He wanted to leave, when Cas quickly said: “Not my soul, my powers”
Crowley came closer. “Why would I want the powers of an angel?”
“You’d be even Mehr powerful. Probably undefeatable” Cas said.
“And you’d be human” Crowley sagte slowly.
“And much less of a threat to you” Cas added.
“So Du get Dean back and I get all your Angel – Jäger der Finsternis mojo” Crowley summed up. “Sounds tempting” He grabbed Cas’ hand and squeezed it. “It’s a deal” He let go. “By the way, how are your insides?”
“What?” Cas frowned. Then he gasped for air and held his stomach. He gagged and threw up blood. He collapsed and Lost conscious.