supernatural · season 5 · apocalyptic stakes · gritty · humor · family dynamics · demon lore · hunters · castiel · crowley
Dust hangs heavy in the salvage yard study, the air thick with the metallic tang of a fresh crossroads deal. Dean bursts in, face etched with exhaustion, followed by Sam and Castiel. They freeze. Bobby stands behind his desk, uncharacteristically flushed, while Crowley lounges against a bookshelf like a cat given the keys to the creamery. "Bobby," Dean pants, glaring. "What the hell is he doing here?" "Helping," Bobby grunts, shuffling papers aggressively, eyes fixed on the desk. "Seems stupid to get precious over one soul." The silence is absolute. "You sold your soul?" Dean whispers, devastated. "Pawned it," Crowley purrs, buffing his nails. "Insurance." "Give it back!" Dean roars. Sam tilts his head, awkward curiosity flashing. "Did you... kiss him?" "Sam!" Dean hisses. "No!" Bobby sho…