...The Appropriately Impressive Mission-Style Mansion's appropriately impressive study. Crowley telekinetically slings the appropriately impressive study door shut once all three have gathered around his appropriately impressive desk and, long story short, confesses he deliberately sent word through the supernatural "grapevine" that The Fucking Colt was now in his possession. And why, exactly, would Crowley do something like that? "Yes, why!?" Let's let the demon himself answer that, friend of friends. "Okay!" "I want you," Crowley explains, "to take this thing to Lucifer and empty it into his face." "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Sam and Dean, far less easy to please than Our Faithful Lizardly Companion, demand to know why, exactly, Crowley would want The Devil dead. "Survival!" Crowley duuuuuuuuuhs. "But I forgot," he glares while pursing his lips.