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The sigil would protect all angels, fallen or otherwise, and with all of Lucifer's demons unaware where Sam exactly was in Hell, Crowley was fairly confident in his ability to keep the hunter dead. Even if Sam was to be revived however, he had what he was promised and it was really no business of his what happened to Sam after he shut the door which he was walking through. Crowley turned around on the other side of the threshold, regarding Sam's new position, suspended in the air by chains. He shrugged at his question, tacking on his answer as he snapped his fingers, slamming the door shut.

"More or less."

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Crowley flinched at Sam's scream for the second hunter. "Calm down. You may be in Hell but do try to keep your manners about you." The demon huffed and continued walking, only another few steps away from his own special corner of the Rack.

"Don't you worry about our deal. I keep my promises. Dean and Ruby will be kept as safe as I am able to do and Lucifer won't be a problem for much longer." Crowley smirked. "Especially without his one, true vessel." He chuckled and guided Sam into position before snapping his fingers. In an instant chains were around the hunter, attaching themselves anyplace they were able to do so. It wasn't Crowley's best ever Rack addition but he would be lying if he said it wasn't close. If he were being honest---the screams were what really sold the performance.

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Crowley finished drawing the sigil into Sam's hand just as he slipped away into death. The symbol wouldn't last longer than a few weeks but it would keep Lucifer, or any other angel, from resurrecting Sam for a while at least. And with any luck that's all it would take for Crowley and Aziraphale to defeat Lucifer without having to worry about him gaining control of his vessel.

With a quick snap of his fingers Crowley was once again standing next to Sam, although they were now in a very different location. Sam was still lost in the thoughts of his death and so while he had the moment Crowley slipped the hunter's soul, in the form of a vial attached to a necklace, from Sam's neck to his own neck. After he was in possession of the soul Crowley snapped Sam into full consciousnesses.

The hunter opened his eyes and began looking around. There really wasn't all that much to look at. They were only in one of the first few levels of hell for the time being. Crowley would be taking Sam to his own hidden section of the Rack so that he would be hidden until the sigil wore off. Putting a hand on Sam's back he pushed him to begin walking forward, as Crowley himself fell into step behind him. "Now, as you were saying?"

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Crowley chuckled at the name. More often than not he would offended by such rudeness but they were in Hell now and it was almost expected of souls to be grumpy about their situation---even if it was their fault that they were here. Bela seemed to be extra spunky however and Crowley was already enjoying her company, which was a rarity given the current situation of things.

"Oh you'd be surprised little bird." He smiled at his own nickname for her. "Given the chance I think you'd be surprised as to what people want to make a deal for." They reached an elevator and Crowley gestured for Bela to step forward onto it before climbing in as well and pressing a button just above the floor.

"Most want money or fame as it turns out. Sometimes you get the interesting propositions about having powers or to bring a dead pet back to life." Remembering his own deal he made long ago he added, "Some even sell their soul for a few inches below the waist. A poor deal if you ask me." Crowley shuddered at the stupidity of his own deal, although he still couldn't help but think he wouldn't have chosen any differently if he were to redo it. "You however Bela. You made a very daring deal. And I would love to hear all about it." 

Fa La La, It's Off To Hell We Go || Bela and Crowley || Past Thread

Bela watched as the short, stubby man in all black picked off the men ahead of her. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t scared, though she would deny it till her last breath if anyone ever asked. The man had reached her, pulling a clipboard from thin air. Demons. She thought with a roll of her eyes, they never passed up a chance to show off their powers.

Bela had no intentions of talking about her deal to the black-eyed git, talking about her parents brought back memories that she had worked hard too bury and attempt to forget. Besides, the demon would only pick fun at her, probably saying something along the lines of ‘human’s and their pitful feelings’.

"And why would my deal interest you, Hell boy.  I’m sure you’ve heard of more… savage minded deals than mine." Bela mentally kicked herself at the little name she used  address the man, mocking demon in his own territory probably wasn’t the best idea.

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Crowley stood watching the hunter. If he had the ability perhaps he would have stopped the demon following Sam; however, the demon was under direct orders from a demon Crowley did not want to get in the way of---or at least, not yet. The demon snuck up quickly behind Sam and stabbed him quickly before disappearing. The cut more than likely cut very close to the heart, and may have possibly punctured a lung judging by the size of the blade. Either way, the hunter would soon be dead and Crowley was here to collect his due.

He sauntered up to the bloody near-corpse of Sam Winchester. It was quite a grizzly site, although nothing Crowley wasn't accustomed to from his time in hell. Meekly, Sam called out for help, likely unable to see clearly from the shock. Crowley reached down and cleared Sam's head so that he could see and hear at least enough to distinguish the world from the death that was only minutes away.

"Now now Moose when I made that deal I didn't think you'd be die so quickly." Crowley sighed and knelt down next to Sam. "I have to say I'm quite disappointed. Figured Dean would have taught you better than that."  The demon reached out and grabbed Sam's partially bloody hand and began to carve in into it. The pain would likely be nothing compared to the wound Sam was still bleeding out of, but he could still feel the twitch whenever his blade touched the hunters hand.

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Fa La La, It's Off To Hell We Go || Bela and Crowley || Past Thread

Crowley walked in the door to the sight of some new arrivals. There were only four of them this time. Day after day it seemed he was given less Hell-bound souls. He sincerely hoped that Alastair wasn't catching on to his plans, although with how carefully he guarded them Crowley couldn't believe that was the case. More likely it was the talk of Lucifer's arrival, which was projected to be in less than one year. The other demons were trying to please Lucifer and grabbing as many souls as their claws could grasp. In such a case Crowley kept his cool and instead was thankful he had extra time to himself.

Walking up to the first human in the line, Crowley looked the man up and down. The middle aged man had choked on a 400 dollar stake, bought with the money stolen from his big business and yet, even with all that power on Earth, he couldn't stop shaking. Crowley took one last look and opened his mouth. "Rack." The man disappeared immediately and Crowley turned to the second. This one was a simple murderer, shifty eyed and seemingly mute. "Hounds." Crowley muttered as he turned to the third human. Another male, and from what Crowley could see, he was a complete imbecile, unfit to even speak for himself. Crowley sighed and snapped his fingers. "Pit," he said as the man disappeared. 

The last human was a woman; not uncommon but quite a surprise nonetheless. Crowley looked her up and down several times, bringing a clipboard to his hand from seemingly nowhere and then turning his attention to it. "Bela Talbot. Sold your soul to---" Crowley looked up from the clipboard with a smile on his face. "---kill your parents." The demon chuckled as he made the clipboard disappear back to wherever it had come from. "Well now you've peaked my interest. Why don't you tell me all about it while we walk to the Rack."

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Crowley watched as the timer ran past the first minute, popping off for less than a second to grab a cup of tea. After finishing the cup near the two minute mark he popped off again to drop it off, popping back in and taking a seat on a cargo box. Finally Aziraphale appeared in just over three minutes. "Three minutes---my my I think you're a bit out of practice Zira." The hospital seemed to have fallen into even more disarray then when Crowley had used it last, and from the many crates lying around, he assumed it must have also been used as a storage area for a short time. Nonetheless it was still almost certain that no one would interrupt them while they were hear. "You wanted somewhere secluded and I'd say this is about as secluded as we can get unless you would like to head with me down to my own little corner of hell." Crowley had to force back a grin at the thought of the angel being down in hell for an extended period of time just---chatting. "We're now however so you might as well just focus on my company. I'm sure I'm interesting enough to serve as a distraction." Crowley smiled wide. "Now why don't we cut to the chase. Lucifer's out of his cage and every route I've hunted down ends in failure. How's heaven's take of the situation going?"

Rivalries Are So Last Century || Aziraphale & Crowley

     Aziraphale chuckled, “Well, it’s slightly more of plan now that I’m around. I was always better at strategy. You were better at executing the plan,” he said. He nodded, “The humans won’t be able to do much, not without help anyways.” He blinked at the mention of Gabriel, “He’s coming back?” He smiled to himself. Gabriel was one of his brothers he actually liked. They were similar in that they never were quite like the other angels, “Well, he’ll certainly help us to stop this if that’s the case.”

     ”There’s nothing wrong with being nice. You demons are the rude ones, just possessing whoever you want,” he said, “And don’t call me Zira,” he added, although he knew the words would fall on deaf ears. After centuries of asking the demon to call him by his full name, it wasn’t surprising it had become a habit. He honestly didn’t mind the nickname anymore. He smiled at the compliment, “Thank you,” he said, “I thought I did fairly good.”

     He let out an annoyed sigh when Crowley disappeared. Luckily, he was familiar was the demon’s aura, and although it took a few times boucning around, he finally made it there in around three minutes. Rusty, but not terrible. “Now really, my dear, was that absolutely necessary?” He asked, “I see your choice of venue still hasn’t improved,” he said, clicking his tongue in distaste at the abandoned building.

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Crowley leaned into the kiss, forcing back a chuckle at Sam's obvious uncomfort with the situation. He shrugged as Sam pulled back and stared at him. "I've had better," he teased. 

With the trap already broken by his hellhounds and the deal sealed there was no reason for Crowley to stay so he backed up to his previous position, taking another good look at the soul he now owned. "Pleasure doing business with you Sam. I suppose I'll be touch with any news on Lucifer." Crowley paused and reached into his pocket, pulling out a spare cell phone and tossing it to Sam. "If you need to get in touch," he said, nodding to the phone. "Or if you just wanna---make another deal." Crowley winked at the hunter before disappearing into the night.

You Gotta Start Somewhere || Crowley and Sam || Closed

"You’ve gotta be kidding." Sam rolled out his eyes and let out an annoyed groan. Dean lucked out on his deal. He was going to make it as quick as he possibly could. "Breathe a word of this to no one." The hunter bent down, pressing his lips to Crowley’s. He stopped after a couple seconds when he thought it had been long enough to seal the deal. Sam backed up, breaking the close proximity between the two. He wiped his mouth and made sure Crowley was focused on him during the kiss. The last thing he wanted was a camera and proof of this to Dean. Demons were unpredictable.  It would be Crowley’s word against Sam’s.  He always had the bad end when it came to demons.

Dean and Ruby would be protected, in the end that was all he cared about. It was all his thoughts came down to. His life would depend on how long he lasted in the hunting life. The younger Winchester would be surprised if he made it past a year. Everything he fought for was settled. Sam would be at peace with death. Well, at least during his last few breaths until he was hung onto the rack. 

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"No need to leave any more Sasquatch." Sam had accepted to the deal easier than Crowley had expected, which of course could only be seen as good business skills on his part. King of the Crossroads was not a hastily thrown away title. 

"There is...one more little thing we need to settle I'm afraid." Crowley walked up to Sam, closer than he had the first time but much more in control of the situation than before. "You've dealt with demons before and from the sound of it you have spent quite a bit of time with this Ruby." He took another step forward, their feet almost touching now and their faces only one foot apart--mostly from the height difference. "So I'm sure you know how to seal a deal with a demon"

"Pucker up butter cup."

You Gotta Start Somewhere || Crowley and Sam

Sam scoffed listened to Cowley, the point of this wasn’t to have more people die for him. “Really? King of hell and a Winchester’s soul? Still not getting it? No, absolutely not. The soul taken will be mine and mine only. ” Sam realized if he went through with this, he wouldn’t even have ten years. He could die tomorrow, and be sent to hell. “You, you give most people ten years….” The hunter trailed off as he realized he was bluffing. The deal wasn’t so bad as he thought about it. “Fine,  you get my soul right here. Keep my end of the deal and as soon as I die I’m done for. Dean and Ruby are off limits to you, minus the protection side of our deal. I have holy water, a knife that can kill you with one stab, and the colt on top of that.  You might want to get back into the trap.”

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Crowley cringed at the pain from the exorcism. Hunters, he groaned to himself. With a quick thought he commanded one of his hellhounds to quietly start scraping away a piece of the devil's trap so that he could make an escape if needed. "Lucifer and I are at odds already. I don't think it will make my situation any worse if I kill you to be honest. Besides; ten years is an awfully long time Sam. I'm still just not seeing how this deal benefits me at all in fact."

"But you know I might be able to swing it if we shortened your clock a bit." Crowley glanced over to the edge of the trap, which was now broken, giving him a back-up plan once again. He took a breath and looked back to Sam, now grinning widely. "I'll tell you what. I will do all I can to help you stop Lucifer. All of my knowledge, all of my abilities, all of my supplies, and anything else that you are going to need. Hell I'll even throw in a couple of angels that happen to be on the same page as you and I. Dean and Ruby will be kept as safe as I am able to keep them as well." Crowley paused. "As long as, you give over ownership of your soul to me right here. Right now. You'll be able to keep it until either Lucifer is gone or until you die--whichever comes first. When one of you finally perishes, I'll get your soul and you'll get your wish. Lucifer gone, your family and---friend---safe, and for a limited time offer, I'll even give a nice comfy place in hell. Relatively that is."

You Gotta Start Somewhere || Crowley and Sam

"I’m not done yet. Either you make this deal or you don’t come back. Don’t think I won’t. Try to kill me? Lucifer, a much higher power then you will bring me back. There’s also incentives in it for you, so I wouldn’t be so stupid as to turn it down. You’re at a stand off here." Sam continued to prove his point. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus…." He stopped when he thought he got his point across. There was no way the demon could avoid that exorcism, he knew they both knew that.

"Yeah, Dean is my brother." Sam didn’t reply to the man standing in front of him’s girlfriend comment. Instead, he just decided it was best to ignore him. They were here for business, nothing more. "Ruby is another demon who just got sent to hell because of me. That’s all you need to know. Protect both of them to the best of your ability and try to stop the apocalypse. I don’t give a damn how you go about doing it. Find a way. Give me ten years and you have my soul." 

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Crowley watched Sam pick himself back up and list of the demands for the deal. "Well aren't you just ready and raring to go on this." There were always a few partners who already had a deal in mind but Sam appeared to believe he knew exactly how everything worked and there was nothing that irritated Crowley more than a thick-headed moose. "How about you calm down and walk me through exactly what your offer is."

"Dean is the other Winchester. That much I know. But who is this Ruby? Best guess would be that she's your girlfriend but last I heard she got roasted in a fire." Crowley shrugged. "Kudos to you I guess for not letting it phase you I suppose."

You Gotta Start Somewhere || Crowley and Sam

Sam watched with curiosity as the demon drew a sigil into his wrist. “I don’t care how you do it. Just find a way. Make an army. I’m not done. Protect Dean and Ruby to your best abilities. Even after it’s said and done and I’m in hell. They don’t die. Then, you can have my soul.” Sam heard what sounded like a dog snarling towards the center of the the trap. They weren’t visible, but he was knocked down to the floor by it’s massive force. He could feel their breath on his face. Hellhounds. The very thing that tore Dean to shreds.  

Dean would have to deal with him being gone. It worked out for the best, for all of them.  He didn’t have to owe Ruby anymore. Dean wouldn’t look up to him as some kind of monster. Everything would be settled. 

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Crowley wanted to snap back with how much he had thought through his plan but if he were to be honest it was an idea at best and the only thing he currently had was the promise of a Winchester's soul, which served no purpose to defeat Lucifer. It only had power to help him once that deed was completed. The demon sighed and looked up to Aziraphale. "Okay so maybe it's just a plan for now but there are humans already fighting Lucifer so a plan is the best way to do things in the current situation. And even better we might luck out and not have to do anything. My sources tell me Gabriel might be back in town after all the centuries. He might do our job for us." The smile on Crowley's face from the thought of the archangel killing his only competition only grew larger as Zira began to look over his vessel. The fact that angels had to have permission to enter a vessel always seemed painstaking to Crowley and he would never let his friend go without knowing that. "You're too nice Zira. All of your family is. And look where it gets you." Crowley was being playful but his words sounded mean as they reached back to his ears. He looked around for a moment before tacking on an additional note. "You look great." Clearing his throat and trying to move past his lapse in his hard exterior Crowley noted that Aziraphale was on to something about moving somewhere more remote. If they were to go anywhere it would be on Crowley's terms however. No matter how much he felt that Zira and he were once again partners in league against Satan, he couldn't afford to take a chance. "I agree with you there. Let's see if you're still as good at following me as you used to be." Crowley winked before disappearing into an abandoned hospital near the other side of town and starting the timer on his iPhone.

Rivalries Are So Last Century || Aziraphale & Crowley

     Aziraphale rolled his eyes, “I like to think you know better than to go charging into a battle against him without any allies,” he said. “Working on it, you say? So do you have anyone helping you yet or did you just have the plan to get someone to help you?” He knew Crowley well enough by now that it was more likely just a plan than anything that had yet to be executed.

     He pouted at the demon’s comment, a strange look for a fully-grown adult male. “And what’s wrong with this vessel?” He asked, looking down at himself. “Alright, I suppose he’s a bit thin, but I haven’t been in him long enough to gain any weight,” he said, crossing his arms, “Besides, nowadays we can’t exactly afford to be picky, only so many people willing to let us in.” It was nice, the nicest he’d felt since his return to Earth. Things just hadn’t been the same without his partner/rival/friend by his side.

     He eyed Crowley’s smile warily, knowing full well what the demon was thinking. His own mind had been there for quite some time. “Yes, I know,” he said, letting out a sigh, “I ran into him the other day, or rather, he came and found me,” he said.  ”Yes, quite like old times, although I think we had a better handle on things then,” he pointed out. He glanced around, the street was abandoned, but that didn’t reassure him any. “Perhaps we should take this conversation somewhere more private,” he said, eager to avoid any of his siblings now that he’d found Crowley.

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"Yes all on my own." Crowley scoffed at Zira's teasing words. He turned away a moment before letting out a chuckle at his old friend's wit. "Alright alright so maybe I need some help but I was working on that alright?" He chuckled again as he turned back towards Zira. "Looks like you read my mind I guess." Crowley looked around the street again. He could feel his guard lowering and although he felt that was a bad habit to have, he honestly felt much better being in the presence of likely the only person who he felt truly knew him. "Ya well you deal with what you have," he said looking over his vessel, "and you know I'd say I did quite well." Crowley smirked at his friend, looking over the angel's vessel. "I'd say the same to you but you know---I think you could have done better." There wasn't many who Crowley joked with as freely as he did Zira but for the first time in a long time sarcasm laced Crowley's words as he poked and prodded playfully with his friend. Another chuckle escaped the demons lips as he took one last glance at the vessel. It was good to catch up but there was something still pressing on Crowley's mind. "So---Now that you're here." Crowley's smile was growing as he felt like he already knew the angel's answer to the question he was going to ask. "Lucifer's out of his cage and it's looking like someone's going to have to shove him back in there." With a nudge Crowley winked at Zira. "It'd be just like old times you know."

Rivalries Are So Last Century || Aziraphale & Crowley

     Aziraphale couldn’t suppress a smile when Crowley answered him. After knowing one another for so long, you became found of someone. It was just bound to happen. Even if said someone was supposed to be on the opposite team and was supposed to be your eternal rival. Things didn’t always go as planned, the angel could attest to that.

     ”Fight Lucifer? All on your own?” He couldn’t prevent the worry in his voice.”My siblings seem to be thinking the same thing, or possibly aiding Michael in making things worse, I don’t really know. A bit out of the loop, to be honest. I don’t think they want to risk me ending things prematurely again.” He smiled a bit sadly but quickly shook it away, “Oh well, I was trapped in heaven for most of the time. I’d forgotten how dull things are up there,” he complained. “Barely got back and had time to open my book shop before things started happening over here.”

     ”I like your new vessel. It’s different, but it suits you,” he told the demon, “A little shorter than I’m used to though,” he added teasingly.

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Crowley was about to respond when he was suddenly ripped from his vessel's body---anguish tearing through his very being until it was suddenly gone again. The demon stared at the man---Sam Winchester, he assumed from the show the man had just put on---for a moment before pulling out a small dagger. He mumbled incoherently as he carved a quick sigil into his wrist before putting away the knife and letting out a quick whistle. Returning the smug look that was still on Sam's face.

"Well that was fun."

Taking a few steps back his smug smile turned into a full smirk as he looked around to the hellhounds surrounding the circle. He looked back up to Sam with the smirk plastered on his face. Time to bargain, he thought to himself. "Well now that you have shown your hand---bravo by the way---time for me to show mine." Crowley's personal hellhound leaped at Sam, knocking the tall hunter over onto the ground before moving back towards the edge of the circle. "Now that we're even. Why don't we actually discuss this little transaction of ours. The deal sounds like a treat if I'm being honest. A Winchester's soul, stopping Lucifer, and King of Hell to top it all off. The only problem with your plan is the part where a demon singlehandedly takes down Satan." Crowley scoffed at the phrase even as it came out of his own mouth. "By all means though. Do tell me how you plan for me to take down an archangel."

You Gotta Start Somewhere || Crowley and Sam

Sam didn’t move as the man in front of him came within reaching distance. This man was trying to be intimidating, and it wasn’t working. The demon was trapped, there was no way he could escape. The younger Winchester rolled his eyes in annoyance at the demon’s comment. “Give me ten years and you find a way to stop the apocalypse. No one dies. Then, you can have my soul. You might even end up the king of hell by stopping Lucifer, who knows. A Winchester’s soul has to be worth gold to you guys. Also, you don’t have much of a choice.” 

The hunter threw his hand out in the air. He twisted, and black smoke started emitting from the demon. Sam stopped and let his hand fall to his side before he could do any serious damage. A smug look appeared on his face.

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Crowley didn't quite fancy a stroll through town. Or at least. He didn't much fancy a stroll through this town. Finding an apartment that fit his needs was hard enough but to put up with the town, which very much did not fit his needs, was impossible. It was a disgusting, dirty place with people who were far from interesting. At times he wondered how he would ever be able to find someone to help him take down Lucifer. The first time he stopped the archangel he had the help of a friend but this time it seemed like all those around were completely useless. But then something changed. There was suddenly a presence in the air that was absent before. It was something that felt far too familiar to Crowley. Far too familiar and far too...friendly. Crowley turned around to the all too familiar voice and even more familiar face of Azirphale. The angel hadn't appeared to have aged a day and well---as far as their lifespans were concerned neither of them really had. Of course Crowley had changed a fair amount. Just not in the sense of aging. The new vessel fit nice however and Azirphale had noticed him---whether by luck or destiny---and Crowley couldn't be more relieved.  "Aziraphale...What a surprise." Crowley's eyes shifted quickly to the immediate area. Aziraphale would be the last person to betray him but it never hurt to be too careful. "Well you know. A bit of this. A bit of that. Making deals with petty humans. Setting up my place above the petty demons. Even getting ready to fight Lucifer." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Same old same old, old friend." There was a moment were Crowley glanced over the angel carefully. It had been so many years since they had spoken and yet here he was feeling like nothing had changed. "And you?"

Rivalries Are So Last Century || Aziraphale & Crowley

     The town was quiet, too quiet, considering everything happening there. His brothers were here, although he had yet to see them. A few demons were lurking as well, but not the one the angel had hoped to see, not that he’d ever admit to hoping for something like that. He couldn’t afford to look like an outsider, not after all the trouble he’d gone through to get back to Earth. The street was empty and businesses had closed for the night.  Aziraphale pulled his scarf tighter around his neck, shivering in the frigid night air.

     Then he felt it. A familiar presence. He looked across the street and froze. It was him. New vessel, new attitude, new everything, but still him. His voice got stuck in his throat for a moment. It had been years since they’d seen each other, a short time for angels and demons, but a lot had changed since they’d saved the world. Maybe they’d be better off separate. But Crowley was his best friend, his only friend, really. He couldn’t just walk away.

     He looked back and forth before crossing the street, “Fancy seeing you here, old chap,” he said as nonchalantly as he could manage, “How are things…Crowley?”

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Crowley gawked at the large, rude man. There was something about the man that made Crowley uneasy---although not in the dangerous sense. It felt more like there was something about the behemoth before him that he felt he should know. Of course there was no point in asking the man---he was the King of the Crossroads and no one was going to get the better of him in a deal. Even if, as he looked around where he had appeared, the man was one step ahead of him for the moment.

"Now now. That's no way to go about meeting someone." The corners of Crowley's mouth turned up slightly as he took a step towards the man. "You asked me here to help you Lumberjack, and I'm all about helping. So why don't we get down to business. What exactly is so important you need me locked in such tight quarters with you." Crowley chuckled and took another few steps forward so that he was within reaching distance of the large man. 

"Because you know if you were looking for a good time I'm sorry to say that I'll need to freshen up a bit."

You Gotta Start Somewhere || Crowley and Sam

After spending a few days in the panic room, Sam couldn’t handle being the one to stop the apocalypse. It was too much pressure and he knew there was an easy way out of this. Sam stood at a crossroad, summing the demon.  A giant devil’s trap surrounded the area the stain would appear. He didn’t care who it was, so long as  they could make a deal. The hunter knew Ruby and Dean would kill him, but he didn’t care. It was his life or everyone else’s.

He knew most demons hated Lucifer, there was really no way his plan could go wrong. He was sure a Winchester’s soul was of high value. “Lucky for you, you don’t have a choice.” Rather then holding his colt in the air, he stood there with his hands in his pocket. He didn’t even need the colt to scare them off anymore. Most of them knew he could kill them with a wave of his hand. “So shut up and listen.”

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► Crowley

 “Submit or die? What are you, French?”

►Supernatural ►Demon ►Mark Sheppard

Then:

Crowley was born to be a demon. Or at least, he was bred to be one. He was born under the name Fergus Rodric MacLeod—-a 17th century tailor, the son of a witch, and a father who could have done better. It wasn’t long before he got caught up with some bad crowds and after selling his soul for a few inches below the waist Crowley was put in the fast lane heading straight for Hell. Surprisingly however, Crowley quickly began to flourish in the “torture or be tortured” environment and soon became the right hand man of the First Demon, Lilith. He spent as much time as he could learning the tricks of the trade and clawing his way up the ranks of hell, but unlike most demons, Crowley never became one of the “loyalists”. Crowley could see right through Lucifer’s plan even before it was in action. After the apocalypse would be ushered in and humanity destroyed there was no one left to wreak havoc on except them, the demons, and not even 10,000 of them banned together were a match for Lucifer. He would never fooled by the propaganda and so he began his own planning. Crowley would sooner die by his own hands than be made a pawn like the rest of them and so he began playing his own game.

Now:

The demon underground was alive with the chatter that Lucifer had arisen. It wasn’t an unexpected outcome but it had come far earlier than Crowley had expected and he wasn’t nearly as prepared as he would have liked to have been but it was now or never so he packed his bag and headed to a small town in Maryland. As far as most demons were concerned he was heading to support Lucifer’s arrival and begin preparations for the apocalypse. There were only a few small sects that were hunting him down for treason to “the king” but he had amassed enough of a following to counteract the small force against him. Crowley knew that the area would be alive with people from all over the world as the balance of power in the area became disrupted and also he knew it was his job to try and find some of these people and get them to throw Lucifer back in the pit where he had come from. Getting rid of Lucifer was only the top matter however, for the throne that would soon be unoccupied was also on Crowley’s mind. His only option to secure his life and his legacy would be to convince others to take down the devil while he secured his place on the throne if Lucifer were to meet an untimely demise.

This character is TAKEN.