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"Well, I'll be a shark on a shitter. Sam and Dean, is that really you?" a familiar voice rose above the cacophony of the police department and entered the ears of the Winchester brothers.

"Oh god, not this guy," Dean sighed.

"Be nice, Dean," Sam whispered between clenched teeth as they turned to face a man in a tattered zip-up and cut-off jean shorts. He was splayed across a bench with a cop hovering over him.

"Cousin Jimmy," Dean greeted the man with a fake smile. "What are you doing here?"

"Got myself into a bit of a tough spot," Jimmy answered, lifting his wrists to show Sam and Dean the cuffs attached to them. "Hey, I didn't know you two were agents."

Sam and Dean shared a worried glance. He must have overheard them talking to the lady at the front desk. Everyone in their family shared the hunter lifestyle except their bone-headed black sheep cousin, Jimmy Winchester.

"Think you can get me outta this?" Jimmy asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"What are your charges?" Sam asked hesitantly, although he wasn't sure if he really wanted to know.

"Well you know, this and that..." Jimmy tried to answer nonchalantly. "But mostly drugs."

"What a surprise," Dean muttered under his breath, receiving a sharp elbow from Sam.

"Sorry Jimmy," Sam flashed a sympathetic smile. "But I don't think we can help you out of this one."

"Just my luck," Jimmy laughed to himself. "I knew that deal was bogus."

A tingle ran down Dean's spine and his arm hairs stood on end. "Drug deal?" he asked, although part of him already knew the answer.

"No, this British wack-job in a black suit offered me fame and fortune if I gave him my soul. I'll admit, I was a little high at the time, but it sounded like a pretty good offer."

"This guy...was his name Crowley?" Sam asked.

A look of surprise swept over Jimmy's face. "Whoa, you guys know him too?"

"Will you excuse us for a minute?" Sam grabbed Dean's arm and stepped aside with him. "We've got to get his soul back."

"I don't know, I think he might have gotten the better end of the stick on this one," Dean responded. Sam shot him a glare that made Dean throw his hands up in defense. "What? I'm just saying, it's unlikely he's going to make it the next ten years anyways. I think the dumb bastard might have found a way to extend his life."

"Dean, he's family," Sam exclaimed in disbelief.

"Whoa, I think I hear the K-9's," Jimmy announced, causing the brothers to turn back towards him with pale faces. "They are not happy."

"Jimmy, how long did Crowley give you until he was going to take your soul?" Sam asked.

"Well, I heard it's important to haggle so I talked him down to five," Jimmy answered with a dumb smile.

"Five years?" Dean scoffed.

"No, five hours."