"We need a way to get her to us." Crowley exclaimed, getting up off the floor and touching the base of his neck.
"First, there is no us in this.-" Dean argued. "Second, we get her here without hurting her, and we fix her without hurting her."
Sam was nowhere to be found, even if he knew that Dean was having a hard time with all of this, packing doesn't take that long and besides, Dean still had the keys.
Realization hit him.
"Where the fuck is Sam!" Dean yelled accusingly at Crowley.
"Don't worry about him." He replied bluntly, keeping his distance between him and the library table.
"I'm sorry, have you met me?"
"Sadly."
Dean slammed his fists onto the table, Crowley didn't even flinch.
"Sam went out to go hunt Amber." Dean's eyes softened as he stared at the intricate detail of the wooden table, remembering how Amber used to trace them with her fingers. He wished he could feel them on him again.
"I didn't want to go. I couldn't."
Crowley won't admit but he did get soft over the years of being exposed to Winchester melodrama, but he was also the only one to admit that this was a recurrence 1-2 times a week. He'd had enough.
"Spare me your man tears, Dean. Sam is fine, I just told him to wait out there." He pointed towards the door.
Dean emerged from his forgotten memories.
"And Sam just, listened?" He scoffed, that didn't sound like him at all.
"Well with a little convincing."
So Sam's passed out on the garage floor, not like Dean was surprised. Sam had more reason for wanting Crowley's head than he did. Most people knew, but bit their tongue on it, Dean did care for Crowley, even after all the shit he's done. Castiel mostly, he wanted to know why they haven't killed him yet, they've had more chances in the world to do so. A few, Crowley was willing to die. But Dean didn't want to kill him. Not because leaving him alive would be a better threat then that, not because they used him, it was because as much as it pained him to admit it, Dean liked Crowley. When Dean was a demon, he hung out with Crowley, people called them the 'hell on earth'. But that quickly ended when Crowley realized that Dean was too strong for him and couldn't be controlled.

"Can we just, wake him up and leave?" Dean muffled through his hands, aggravated beyond belief.

"Well, there is a matter of..payment."
Dean rolled his eyes, if there was anything to really piss him off, it would have to be Crowley.
"Well I'm sorry, you see I have a code. You know, no cash for ass."
Crowley gave him a blank stare.
"I don't swing that way." Dean added.
"As much as I would love to rekindle our relationship, Dean. It's over. In the wise words of Taylor Swift, we are never getting back together."
Just then, they heard the sound of the main door opening then slamming. Both Crowley and Dean looked up in a mix of surprise and terror, as the watched the dark figure walk down the metal stairs.
"Sam?" Dean whispered, reaching for the gun he had tucked safely in the back waistband of his jeans.
"Crowley was in the garage, is he here-"
"Ah, Moose. I see you're awake." Crowley interrupted mid sentence.
Sam's face fell, not fear, but pent up aggression towards him. He straightened up.
"No thanks to you I am." He replied, not able to keep the snark at bay.
"I'm going with you." Dean announced.
Don't tell him our plan, squirrel. He can't know. You do remember what happened with Amber and him? Crowley threatened through Dean's thoughts.
Dean thought back, he wanted to forget it.
Sam

Went behind his back

And went so close to ruining everything

Ruining her

His