Crowley almost laughed, as he looked around -- because a dark creepy room, with pipes, wires, a table here and there... it was almost reminiscent of Crowley's laboratory.

Where they had lost it all.

You said it perfectly. What an asshole.

It would only take one prayer for Castiel to break into this damnable place and free him from this trap, but Crowley remained silent, his eyes focusing on the man who stepped forward. He immediately pressed outward with his power -- a nearly suffocating pressure as he lashed out again with his strength, but his hands remained in his pockets, and he did not move a muscle.

"Anyone can draw a Devil's Trap, congratulations," Crowley said darkly. "Release me and I'll let you live. I won't offer it again."