28. My Hell

                                    

                                          

Crowley POV
I glared at the angel feeling my anger flare, "Castiel, this is not a negotiation. I will not discuss this matter with angels, Heaven, or even God himself. Y/N belongs in Hell."
I had decided that the only other being that knew what was going on would be the angel Castiel. I had come to the bunker to talk to the Winchesters, trusting that they would call the angel so that I could get some answers, and hopefully even get Y/N back home with me once again. We had been in discussions for about an hour now, about the fact that she was in Heaven, when she shouldn't be and how it had happened, but I wasn't getting anywhere with just asking that she be given back to me. Now I was beginning to lose control. Now I needed them to understand that this wasn't going to be something that Heaven could just sweep under the rug and never speak of again. Y/N's soul was displaced. She would never be at peace, her soul belonged with me. There was no way around it. I had to make them see that Y/N needed to come to Hell. I needed her home, by my side.
Castiel stood there and didn't meet my eyes, but instead kept them down to the ground, "I cannot-"
I was in front of him in seconds, leaning in, my face inches from the angel as I spoke slowly so my words would be heard and understood, "Her soul belongs to me. She needs to be with me."
I had almost forgotten that the hunters were both there until I heard Dean speak as he stepped up beside us, "Crowley, she's in a better place, she's at peace now. Let her rest."
I turned and flared my eyes at him, the anger coming out in my deep voice as I snapped, "She is not at peace. Her soul calls out to me."
"Crowley," Sam's voice came from behind me, and I almost used my powers to throw both the hunters across the room as they were just annoying me at the moment, "What do you mean her soul calls out to you?"
"We're connected," I say as Dean glares at me. His mind obviously trying to process what I was saying, and I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere talking to him, so I turned my attention back to the angel, "Bring her to me Castiel!"
"Connected how?" Dean snaps and I close my eyes taking in a deep breath, fighting once again to just do something to have the hunter out of my sight, but I know Y/N wouldn't want me to do that. Once I have pushed that thought aside, I opened my eyes and released my breath. Meeting Castiel's eyes I say, "Feathers knows what I mean."
Castiel gave a fleeting frown, as I knew he was understanding, but it was as though he didn't believe me when he simply said, "How do we balance the souls?"
I huffed out a breath, "I do not care who you take. I can feel her soul and it is not at rest. Her heartaches for me."
I notice Sam and Dean swap uncertain stares and I knew they didn't understand what I was saying. It didn't matter that the humans didn't understand. I just needed Castiel to help sort out this mess so Y/N and I could finally be at peace.
"It isn't that simple Crowley" Castiel told me as his eyes didn't move from mine.
"You don't understand, we are bonded," I used my words as best I could so that they angel would finally understand, " I didn't just take her soul for Hell's gain. We linked our souls. I feel her pain."
Castiel's eyes widened as he looked pained. Dean glared at the angel, obviously seeing that he understood what the hunter didn't, "Cas?" His voice was deep, and it carried a questioning tone.
Castiel turned to Dean and sighed, "They bonded their souls."
The hunter turned to his brother, but Sam shrugged his shoulders before Dean turned back to Castiel with a look of uncertainty, "Meaning?"