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 ezel down, here, Crowley!” he yelled.
A few long seconden later Crowley appeared. “Give me one good reason why I wouldn’t kill u 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 zei 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 meer powerful. Probably undefeatable” Cas said.
“And you’d be human” Crowley zei slowly.
“And much less of a threat to you” Cas added.
“So u get Dean back and I get all your angel 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.