The warehouse echoed with the groans of the battle. You, Dean, and Castiel were pinned down, bloodied and exhausted. Castiel leaned against the wall, weakened without his grace, while Dean wiped blood from his lip, eyes darting to you. Sam was still states away. Escape wasn’t an option.

A slow clap sounded. Crowley emerged, demons flanking him, his smug grin unmistakable.

“Well, look at this,” Crowley purred, locking eyes with you. “I was wondering how long it’d take you three to realize you’ve walked right into my trap.”

“Crowley,” Dean growled, stepping forward before you held him back.

Crowley chuckled. “Always playing the hero, aren’t you, squirrel?” He circled closer, eyes gleaming. “But you…” His focus shifted to you. “What is it about you that has both Dean and Castiel wrapped around those pretty little fingers?”

Dean bristled, but Crowley’s gaze remained on you. “Let’s make this fun. Choose, love—Dean or Castiel. One lives, the other dies.” His smile widened. “Or I kill them both.”

The ultimatum hung in the air, suffocating. Crowley waited, enjoying your torment.