King of Hell(in progress)

"Hello, Crowley here, a.k.a.the King of Hell for those of you who have been under a rock or hid somewhere in a cave. ((RP Blog for Salt'n Burn RP - for more info: http://salt-and-burn-rp.tumblr.com/ ))

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In the Wrong Hands || Crowley & Lucifer

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Lucifer felt the presence of the demon almost a split second before the other spoke, and it took almost all the concentration the archangel had to keep from smiting the creature then and there, no questions asked. The one who had dared to claim Hell for itself, the one who had dared to climb through the ranks and name himself a king. 

"Oh I doubt you’re referring to this,” said the Morningstar, hard blue eyes lifting from the bound pages to glare at Crowley. “It’s a bit out of your league.” On the outside, and to all visual appearance, Lucifer was perfectly calm. Relaxed and poised, even offering the so-called king the slightest of grins as he lifted the book for a moment. 

He couldn’t hold back the laughter, slight and short as it was. “Are you actually trying to command me, Crowley?” Lucifer had to ask, the question sounding as absurd aloud as the very thought did in his mind. Was the demon truly that ignorant, that suicidal? He stood from the bench, pocketing the book away and out of sight as Lucifer started to close the distance separating him from Crowley. 

"It seems I actually gave you too much credit, thinking you may have possessed some skill in trying to take control of the realm. Tsk, tsk. Pitiful, really. Seems you just took advantage of a fortunate opening at the time." 

The calmness disappeared, anger starting to cloak over Lucifer’s expression as the skies darkened. An (unfortunate) side effect when the Morningstar got particular angry at those around him, it seemed. “The hunter lived, and surely you don’t care for the old drunk. But come now. You’re not getting what doesn’t belong to you.” 

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“Oh yes, love, I am referring to that old book of yours.”, he smirked self-confidently, the power he’d absorbed making him feel almost light-headed. “There’s been plenty of things that were out of my league and I still got whichever of those I desired.”, he chuckled, shrugging, his eyes never leaving the archangel’s as he spoke, careful enough to know the other liked surprises and was rather powerful, even without anything else to help him.

Crowley smirked, steely eyes looking back at the fallen angel. “Maybe I am, yes. You’re not as famous and loved as you think you are.”, he huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest.  The demon fought the urge to take a step back for every step the angel took forward, telling himself –convincing himself- he’d stand a chance.

He should. He really should. He’d seen the power only a handful of souls had given Castiel, so with the large number he’d inhaled, he should easily be able to trump the other.

Archangel or not.

“Hell is working just fine.”, he snarked back, making a face. “There has been no fortunate opening.”, he growled. “I snatched Hell away from your clumsy, childish fingers, live with it.”, the demon chuckled.

Crowley’s eyes flew up to the sky as he heard it rumble and noticed the change in light around him. He took a deep breath, actually taking a step towards the fallen angel. “The hunter only lived because I was around.”, Crowley huffed, rolling his eyes. “Who decided that book is yours to keep?”

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Something special || Crowley & Baby

[babymetallicar67]

"Touchy—touchy!?” Baby let out with a laugh and snorted, shaking her head. “The nerve of you, jackass. No, you may not sit here,” she told him firmly, though there was hesitance in her voice. She didn’t have any weapons, no one was even around at this point except a drunken chef in the back room. How could she sit here and deny, insult the King of Hell? Was she suicidal?

Apparently.

"I’ll tell you what, stay here a minute longer and I’ll kick your ass," Baby warned him, her eyes narrowed as she sat up a little straighter. "You’re always here to harm, you’ve never done any good for me and my family.” She stayed vague on purpose, thinking hopefully that he wouldn’t catch on, that she wouldn’t have to identify herself and that he would leave. Wishful thinking for sure, but Baby knew that Crowley hadn’t a clue who she was. No one did, not even Sam and Dean. And even then, she had to take the time to convince them.

"You may not sit, you can speak, but I’m not promising that I’ll listen," she shrugged nonchalantly. "I just want to enjoy my coffee and pie."

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Crowley blinked. Admittedly, a rather surprised at her reaction.

The nerve she had to talk like that to him. Interesting.

She almost reminded him of a certain hunter, bellowing at everything that moved. "Good I'm still in perfect shape. I'll stand then.", he smirked, not even thinking about leaving. Not after she behaved like that. Almost as if she knew him already and did he sense … fear?

"I don't think I know you, do I?", he quirked a brow in question, frowning a little. "Oh, I know your family? Now, you got me on the hook. Who is your family then?§, he asked a little excited. Maybe he could find out who or what she was if he knew whom she lived with or was born with or however else she came to this world. 

"Never said, I'd eat your pie and coffee isn't my thing anyway.", he shrugged, looking unimpressed by the threat she posed. "What's your name then, love?", he purred. Another try to find out who she was.

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Rumour has it || Crowley & Mary

[hunterallmylife]

"It’s not you," Mary practically growled at him, feeling herself get worked up, but she was doing a pretty good job of keeping it concealed. There was no way she could let this Crowley, this obvious demon, see that she was weak. She already gave him fuel when she patted around for her knife and stuttered out half of an exorcism and couldn’t finish.

"I just forgot, but it wasn’t you," Mary told him sternly, her jaw clenched and hands settled against her side. "I know what I’m doing, don’t think that—" she began, but instantly cut off the moment that he started blathering about working with Dean and Sam and then.. King of Hell? The King of Hell? Quite honestly, Mary didn’t know what that entailed, or what it really even meant. But she knew it wasn’t good.

Her breath nearly caught in her throat when she watched his eyes flash red, and for a moment she thought she was just seeing things. But Mary had had enough experience in her past to know that ‘just seeing things’ usually meant that they were real. Only crossroads demons had red eyes, but he said he was the Kind of Hell? Her head was spinning right now.

Slowly, Mary took a seat and ran her fingers through her hair, tugging at it as she stared at him. “You’re bluffing,” she accused with a frown. “If my boys are hunters like everyone has been saying, then I know they would never work with something like you,” she insisted. “And I sure as Hell am not working with you, either.”

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Crowley looked at her for a second before he understood what she was trying to tell him. "Oh, of course not, love. ", he held up his hands in surrender, chuckling. He had her in a corner and she behaved like hunter's that were propped up against the wall reacted, like dogs. 

Rude. Instintively and without finesse.

"I bet it's a common occurrence, hunters forgetting simple exorcisms.", he chuckled, looking at her, taking in every detail. She was tense, obviously. Who wouldn't be when confronted with someone or something they didn't stand a chance against? 

"Oi, don't choke, darlin'. Would be a shame to have to tell squirrel and moose their mother choked on saliva when she laid her eyes on me.", he smirked confidently, quirking a brow. 

"Bluffing? What am I bluffing about then?", he frowned, "Things like me? Oh, that is just rude. Did I stomp in here, telling you how miserable you humans are? No. So, I'd rather you be a little more careful of what you say.", he huffed exasperatedly. "Aw, shame. You sure? I mean, think about it. All the possibilities.", he grinned.  She looked nervous. To be honest, he was a little disappointed after hearing so much about Mary Winchester, the hunter. The woman he saw in front of him was but a scary hunter it seemed.

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Being a vessel || Crowley & Claire

[ameliasusan]

Claire had let Ben and Jesse go to talk to the police by themselves; no matter what she wore, how much makeup or how nice the suit, she couldn’t pull off the FBI look. Honestly, Ben was the only one who really could, but she was the worst. Her babyface never failed to give her away. Budding reporter? Sure, that she could do. She’d often claimed to be an inter for whatever local paper was around and was able to gather information that way, but a fed? It just didn’t work. So, she was alone in their hotel room, researching what little they had on the case while they tried to get more information from the cops. 

Her head snapped up when Crowley spoke, her heart racing on pure shock. A quick glance around the room showed the doors still closed and locked, which ruled out a hotel employee. She cursed softly, crossing her arms. They kept the demon wards to a minimum when Jesse needed to be able to go in and out, since he’d made them hexbags that were supposed to keep them hidden. Clearly, something had failed. Unless this guy was something else and not a demon. Claire could tell he wasn’t an angel, whatever sense Castiel had left her would have reacted if that were the case. No, she was willing to bet that a demon had found her. 

Shit. She muttered again. Taking a deep breath, Claire locked eyes with the man in front of her, hating the smirk on his face. “It was,” she replied dryly, “It just got less lovely. Who are you and what do you want?”

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Crowley deeply enjoyed the fear he could see in the young girl's eyes.

Thrilling.

He leaned against the closest wall, keeping their eyes locked as he positioned himself comfortably. "Rude.", he frowned, shaking his head. Youngsters these days, he thought to himself.

"I'm Crowley and who says I want something? Maybe I'm just here out of politeness, wanting to say hello.", he smirked, snapping his fingers to have a glass of Craig appear in his hand. 

"I've heard a lot about you, Claire.", he purred, grinning smugly as he made sure the door was locked. He wouldn't want her to accidentally run out of the door to get away. "Decided I'd love to meet you myself, finally be able to sort a face to the name.", he chuckled a little, eyes still locked with hers as he sipped his drink. "Want one?", he held up the glass questioningly.

Crowley knew her friends wouldn't be back all too soon, since he's got his demons with the police who'd make sure the two would stay there for at least an hour. He'd love to be able to see their faces when the policemen announced they'd have to stay for a few more questions, maybe even over-night if they were clumsy.

[bobby-ya-idjit]

Old Time Drama | Bobby & Crowley

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He listened to Crowley get all heated over his home country. It was funny to him, how Crowley was still such a human on many levels. Including having pride and protection over where he was raised and died.

Bobby followed Crowley, in drinking his glass in one swift movement. As Crowley walked back to his spot, he grabbed the bottle and poured himself another glass. Hey, free booze. Why not? Though this time he drank a little slower, it taking effect much faster than his normal choices of alcohol. And even though he was only slightly buzzed, Crowley being the stubborn and persistent bastard he is, Bobby decided to spill.

"I’m sick and tired of goddamn angels. Their always bitching about their dad missing and it just gets so exhausting. I’ve already got two rug rats who come to me with all of there sibling problems, and now I have to deal with celestial beings coming to me for a shoulder to cry on." Now Bobby was the one whining, but Crowley asked for it. It was so unusual for Bobby to open up, but there was something about Crowley that let him relieve himself of all the stress on his shoulders.

"And you." He said looking Crowley straight in the eye with a pissed tone.

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The demon kept his eyes on the hunter, slowly shifting to his hands and the glass he refilled with Crowley's Craig, instead of his own swill. He quirked a brow, a light smirk on his lips. 

"Be careful, love, good alcohol is not to be drunk in gallons.", he warned, chuckling. "Don't want you to rip off your clothes and dance on the table.", he thought for a moment. "Now that I think about it, it'd definitely lighten my mood.", he smirked, sipping his whisky.

Crowley listened quietly, nodding now and then agreeing completely. Everything the hunter said about the angels and Winchesters, of course. He was surprised to hear all that out of the hunter's mouth though, since he usually kept things to himself, especially in front of a demon.

"Me?", he asked in an exasperated tone, pointing at himself in an over-dramatic manner. "I'm just King of Hell, hurting nobody, except those who deserve it.", he clarified, shrugging. 

"And to your angel problem. You might want to think about putting up a Dr.Phil sign.", he chuckled. "Or stop worrying about them. I mean, it's not as if it's in your power to influence or change the mind of an angel, except for little Castiel's.", he smirked.

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Old Time Drama | Bobby & Crowley

[bobby-ya-idjit]

Right, like there was any way Crowley could get Bobby to sell his soul again. Making the deal was worse enough, but kissing Crowley was the last thing he wanted to do, especially for a second time.

Bobby watched Crowley’s every move as he grabbed the glass and blew out the dust. Was he actually going to drink Bobby’s whiskey? They had been over this on many occasions. That Crowley liked overly expensive, fancy booze, and now suddenly he’s going to drink Bobby’s cheap stuff? He looked down for one second, and when he looked back up, Crowley had one of his favorites in his hand.

He watched as Crowley filled Bobby a glass and as he walked back to his leaning post, Bobby picked up the glass and smelled. Strong, but he could tell it was obviously a small fortune, for him anyway. He leaned back in his chair, the old thing creaking and breaking the short silence.

Bobby looked down into the glass and swirled it before drinking the entire thing like a shot in one gulp. He set the glass down and puckered, it was stronger than he expected from the smell. Smooth though. He could see why Crowley was so fond of the stuff, other than it being from his home town as a skirt wearing human. “Not bad for a skirt country.”

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Crowley watched the old hunter curiously, sipping his own drink only. He liked to enjoy a good drink now and then, okay, practically 24/7, but what the Hell. He was a demon, King of Hell and he could do whatever he wanted to.

 He quirked a brow, smirking smugly as Bobby pulled a pace. “It does have a certain ring to it, hasn’t it?”, he chuckled.

 “Believe it or not, out skirt country is quite capable on its own. Plus, love, don’t forget that about half of your sorry arses originated from the UK, so you better think twice about comments like that.”, he huffed a little agitated or rather irritated.

 The demon emptied his glass in one gulp, swallowing his rising anger and getting himself back under control.

“So, why don’t you tell me what or who got your panties in a twist, huh, Robert darling?”, he purred, smirking. “Your whole desperate act is making me all tingly and excited.”, he teased, voice emanating the smug expression on his face.

 “Come one, cry to papa.”, he chuckled, refilling his glass before taking his spot again. He always found the hunter more entertaining than every other hunter and they have been through a lot, not that Crowley cared, obviously, but he still enjoyed their arguments. 

He had been in a bad mood lately, Castiel driving him crazy, the Winchesters on his tail and Eve looking for him. He was desperate for some fun and relaxation.

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Old Time Drama | Bobby & Crowley

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At this point Bobby was frustrated and wanted Crowley gone. Which is what Crowley wanted too. He rolled his eyes at Crowley’s amazingly original comebacks and sighed to himself. He was getting real sick of this life, why wouldn’t monsters just give him the answers he needed and they could go free? Of course with Crowley it was a bit different, he liked sticking around and annoying Bobby for however long he saw fit.

Oh, and Crowley not being a liar? That was a lie on its own. He was a manipulative, deal making, ass. And ‘bending the truth’ is in no way not lying. “You get what you want because people are desperate enough to listen to your false promises.”

So what if Crowley told him more than he planned to? He didn’t spill to Bobby anything he really didn’t know. Not that Bobby would expect him to. After all he was a demon, and the King of Hell. Bobby pushed himself off the desk where he was leaning and walked around his desk. Plopping in his chair, he slid forward and shoved things aside. He didn’t really know what he was doing, just something to look busy so maybe, hopefully Crowley would do his disappearing act.

Sometimes Bobby slightly enjoyed Crowley’s persistence and stubbornness. It matched his personality. But today, Crowley was a last resort meeting and nothing came out of it. He just had the feeling this angel and Crowley being the King of Hell would never end.

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The King of Hell chuckled before he pushed himself away from the doorframe he had been leaning on and walked across the room, his eyes never leaving the hunter’s. He opened one of Bobby’s cupboards, getting himself a glass. By now he knew where the other stored them. “What, no snarky or grumpy remark?” The demon sighed a little disappointed, wondering where the spirit of the other was today that always brought them hours and fours of fun and sarcastic fights.

Crowley inspected the glass and blew into it, frowning a little and washing it quickly in the sink. “They get what they want and so do I.  That’s how deals work.”, he shrugged. “I only, well, not play completely fair if it’s souls I hold dear, those I desire. Yours for example, sure you don’t want to sit down and talk a deal?”, he smirked, voice a seductive purr.  “I’d be happy to give you whatever you desire.”

The demon watched the other and slowly strolling over to Bobby’s desk. He set down his glass and grabbed one of the hunter’s whisky bottles, opening and sniffing it, frowning. “Guh.”, he scrunched his nose in disgust and set it down again, snapping his own to life. Craig, aged 30 years. The dark-haired man filled his glass and the hunters without a word and, glass in hand, walked back to lean against the doorframe taking his usual spot.

“You seem desperate, love.”, he noticed, slight smirk on his face as he sipped his drink. What had the other expected? For Crowley to fall to his knees and beg the other to be allowed to spill his guts?  Seriously?

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Enemy of my enemy is my friend || Crowley & John

Crowley was on a hunt. Yes, a hunt. A real, hunter-like hunt. Why? Well, he wasn’t that sure, to be honest. First, he thought, he’d need the demon he was hunting alive, but after he’d been tracking him for weeks, he was pretty sure, he demon wouldn’t survive that long as soon as Crowley got his hands on him which would be a huge loss since rumour had it he knew how to call Eve, mother of all, as she was called in the texts he found.  The demon wasn’t sure why the texts mentioning her were Enochian, but that definitely was an advantage for him, since he was one of the few demons who actually knew Enochian. Okay, he was no expert and by far not fluent, but he got along pretty well.

Enough of that. Demon, hunt. Right.

He wasn’t in the mood for games anymore. The next time he got his hands on the demon he’d take him back home and have a little fun. He couldn’t wait to make him sing.

Crowley wasn’t even sure why he hadn’t ordered another demon to track and catch him. Well, maybe he did. He knew the most of his demons were plain stupid and wouldn’t stand a chance against one of his best demons, now gone rogue. He was close though. The last few days, the trail he found was hot. So hot it nearly burned him, literally.

A hunter was behind the demon as well. Crowley nearly got hit by a freaking holy water trap which was supposed to hit the other demon when he decided to get back to his motel room, which he obviously didn’t.

Another few days later, he was about to get his hands in him, if only that damn hunter had behaved like a caveman and exorcised him right when Crowley arrived. Great, he’d be back in Hell now, memories gone. He sighed, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"What the-? Why? Couldn't you have minded your own business?”, he sneered, the hunter’s back facing him.

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Being a vessel || Crowley & Claire

Crowley indeed knew that he’d be caught eventually. He also knew that his partner, Castiel wouldn’t be too happy finding out Crowley was planning on finding and maybe kidnapping his former vessel.

Why he would want to do that in the first place?

That’s pretty simple. For one, he knew Castiel was a softie who’d be the obedient little soldier he was supposed to be when Crowley had leverage and two, he always wondered what made angel vessels so special. Demons could use whatever human vessels they wanted. Child, adult, geezer, woman, man, whatever, but angels... He’d seen Lucifer melt, literally.

What was so different about them? He heard Castiel talk about bloodlines. What the hell did that mean? Why did that make a vessel more capable than others and was there the same for demons? Vessels that made them stronger, invincible even?  Who knew?

That’s why he wanted to get his hands on an angel vessel. Problem: They didn’t look or feel different to demons, so he’d have to find someone that had been used and thrown away. Raphael’s male vessel had been, well, iodized and the new one was still in use. He’d spent months, trying to find former vessels, but it seems they either died shortly after or while being possessed, so the only lead he had was little Claire Novak. Okay, she wasn’t that little anymore. She was a teenager by now.

Teenagers.

That was gonna be fun. She’d be all emotional and brave and uh. He really wasn’t looking forward to it, but curiosity kept him going. Crowley had found her a week ago. She was on a hunt, as she and her teenage friends called it. She was alone now, in her motel room, so he decided to pay her a visit.

He appeared in her room, smirking. “Hello, love. Lovely evening, isn’t it?”, he purred.

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Something special || Crowley & Baby

[babymetallicar67]

It was a long time running, but Baby had finally managed to score herself a job. Occasionally she’d pop by the bar and help out around there if Jo or Adam needed an extra hand for the night, but lately she had been keeping mostly to herself. Finally, she decided she just needed to get the hell out of her house and do something with the life that had been given to her.

The last year and a half had been.. Tough. Adjusting to human life was difficult, learning how to do things the correct way was hard, and just doing simple things was hard for her to try and figure out. She was accustomed to humans and they way they acted, spoke. She had been around them from the minute her engine was put in and she was on the road. But being human.. Now, that was something else. There were still, to this day, so many things that she didn’t understand.

But now wasn’t the time to think about that, as she sat in the diner at two in the morning. Her shift at the garage had just ended only a little while ago and she had made her way down the street to grab herself some pie and a coffee before going home. Baby was used to how quiet it could be in this diner, and the town in general, at this time. There was never anyone out except for the waitress and the cook at this time. So, she was pretty damn surprised when she looked over her shoulder at the bell ringing above the door.

Even more surprised, and caught off guard, at the sight of him. Crowley. And he was coming towards her. Oh, god, did he know who she was? Baby quickly patted her pockets, glancing around and panicking suddenly. She didn’t have her weapons on her, nothing but a simple pocket knife and her coffee-stained spoon. Great.

Glancing—- Well, glaring at the man who moved to sit across from her, Baby put her feet up on the seat. “Yes, as a matter of fact I do mind,” she said indignantly. “The whole place is empty, you can sit your ass elsewhere.”

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“Ooh, touchy.”, Crowley smirked at the sudden action, rejection, above all. He hadn’t expected her to react like that. Drastic. Did she know who or what he was? He didn’t know the girl, that’s for sure. He remembered everyone he ever met. Perk of being a demon. Good memory.

He had noticed her looking for something, at least that’s what he guessed she was doing, patting her pockets. She wasn’t armed or she’d have drawn by now. Kinda good for him. At least he know knew she did know about the supernatural. It’d have been extremely annoying to have to explain her why he was interested in her.

“What crawled up your arse, love? Being all cranky and defensive.”, he smirked smugly. He checked her out, but nothing. She looked like an ordinary human, no aura, nothing. Why did he feel different when she was around though? Close as he was now, he was tingling all over. What the hell was that? What is she?

“So, I’ll try again. Mylady, may I sit and initiate a conversation? I’m not here to harm you, promise. I just want to talk.”, he held up his hands in a motion of surrender, his smile less smug now. He knew people tended to feel offended by his usual smug smile.

[bobby-ya-idjit]

Old Time Drama | Bobby & Crowley

[bobby-ya-idjit]

"Who are you? My mother?" Bobby didn’t like people telling him what to do. Especially a manipulative jack ass demon like Crowley. It bothered him, the concerned people in his life caring so much that they tell him not to drink so much; always internally reminding him that he was just like his father. Maybe not as abusive, but just as old, drunk and grumpy. Bobby always told himself growing up that he wouldn’t be anything like his father but..

Like father like son.

And Crowley was doing it right now, of course not in a particularly caring way in Bobby’s mind. More like something to agitate him, something to get under his skin. Crowley always found a way.

Shifting back into reality, Bobby heard Crowley speak about Cas and Raphael. More than enough answers? He had barely told Bobby anything, and all of that he knew. Though he was slightly beginning to believe Crowley about Cas. It wasn’t hard to have doubts about how he really felt. They had known Cas for quite some time now and he was loyal in every way. So for Crowley to try and reassure that Cas wasn’t working with him, it was easy for Bobby to slip under that spell.

"Fine. Say you’re not lying. For once. What are you sneaking around doing all the time?" He got the whole ‘King of Hell’ thing, that he could do whatever he pleases, but it wasn’t like Crowley to hide things. He was more the type to barge in and brag about what he had discovered all on his own and how much of an advantage it put him at.

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“If I was your mother, I’d put you over my knee and spank you. Not that I wouldn’t do it now, but well, I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”, he purred smugly.  He’d always had a weakness for the grumpy hunter. Silly him. He chuckled to himself.

The hunter was getting all worked up again. Crowley was amused to say the least. There was something that seemed to anger the hunter more than the remarks Crowley usually let slip. Interesting. Was it the drinking? Or was it something else? Crowley knew the hunter’s father was a drunkard, just as Bobby himself and that he’d shot him, but apart from that, nothing. He didn’t really care, though. He just knew as much as he did, because a) he knew everything and b) he had his soul which triggers memories bound to it.

“Hey.”, he huffed. “I don’t need to lie. I most of the time, just evade the truth, but I don’t lie. I get what I want anyway and slipping in a few extra lines in a contract isn’t really lying.”, he protested, crossing his arms in front of his chest again.

“And I’m definitely not sneaking around all the time.”, he frowned. “I just don’t want you nosy people messing with my business.”, he shrugged. “I’m collecting souls, closing deals like a crazy person.”, he smirked. “Every soul I add to my collection gives me extra power and help me secure my throne. You know, there’s lots of Lucifer loyalists and other..rebels that are trying to get me to leave, but they won’t. You might see why I’ve got enough to do right now and I don’t need Bonny and Clyde butting in.”, he sighed dramatically.

“And again, I told you more than I would have had to, so show some gratitude.”, he sneered. “So, love, anything  else you want to know? Maybe I should give you a card with my office hours for next time.”, he chuckled.

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Rumour has it || Crowley & Mary

[hunterallmylife]

So, not only was this man- this smug, mysterious man- advancing on Mary when she was practically rendered helpless, alone in the middle of the night at the diner when there was no one aside from a sleeping chef in the back, but he also knew her. Not just her name, not just who she was, but he knew her.

He, apparently, knew her boys, knew that she had been dead and somehow he had found her now that she was back. And none of this was sitting very well with her. Slowly, she let her hand drift to her apron pocket where she kept her small weapons and a little vial of holy water. Naturally. she popped the lid in her pocket and tossed it up, all at the same time as she began her exorcism off the top of her head.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,

omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio..”

But she stopped there, suddenly paling and sinking back behind the counter. She forgot. She couldn’t remember the rest of the exorcism, and she was about ready to kick herself. All those years of training, of learning this shit. And for what? For her to forget it when she really needed it? At this point, she was nearly beside herself. But she wasn’t going to screw up again, and she had to keep being attentive as she watched this man that knew her boys.

"Who are you?" Mary demanded.

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Crowley watched her closely, smile never leaving his face. She was young. He knew she died very young, but she still seemed unnaturally young if he compared her to her sons who seemed to be older than their own mother now, technically. He could see confusion and wonder in her eyes, nearly felt her thinking.

He let out a strangled cry, or rather a pained yell, as she splashed holy water right into his face, his hands shooting up in an attempt to guard himself, only that they were a little late, obviously. “What the-?”, he cursed, glaring at her until she started to exorcise him.

The demon frowned, but soon found himself laughing.  She really had been upstairs for a little too long. “You forgot anything?”, he smirked. “Whoops, hope it’s not my hellish good looks.”, he chuckled, looking around them. Nobody was there. She was alone, helpless, unarmed as he figured by now.

“Crowley, love. You could say I’m sporadically working with your sons. Well, when they don’t have sticks up their arses.”, he shrugged. “Oh, I maybe should add. I’m King of Hell. But don’t let that intimidate you.”

He paused, waiting for her to grasp the meaning of what he had told her. “So second thoughts about working together?”, he purred, flashing his red eyes shortly.

[kingspartycontinued]

Something special || Crowley & Baby

It’s been months since Crowley had that special feeling. He didn’t know what it was. It started out as a warm buzz which kept spreading through his body, turning into a hot flare. He honestly had no idea who or what could cause something like that.

The first time he’d felt it was after he’d been with the Winchesters. The demon had been about to leave when the familiar warmth spread through his body, but he had left before he realized that there was something wrong.  He felt it a few other times, but never really had the time to check it out, so he didn’t, but it didn’t stop bugging him.

Crowley liked knowing everything, so whenever there was someone he didn’t quite understand it kept making him uneasy. Things were slower by now, so the next time he felt that heat wave washing over him, he went to check it out.

Which was now. He found himself in a little café in some small town somewhere in the desert. Crowley didn’t really care where, but rather who or what sat in that café.

As he peeked inside, he couldn’t help but smirk smugly. A girl? Seriously? She did that to him? He looked around, just to make sure, but there was nobody else, so he walked inside, sitting down at her table, smiling seductively. “Morning, love. Mind me taking a seat?”, he purred, fixing his suit after he sat down.

[bobby-ya-idjit]

Old Time Drama | Bobby & Crowley

[bobby-ya-idjit]

"So suddenly you care? Don’t get soft on me." Bobby didn’t enjoy Crowley’s presence, but it had to be a joke; Crowley getting all sentimental on Bobby that is. If Crowley wasn’t a manipulative demonic ass, Bobby might actually enjoy having him around once in a while. Like John or Rufus.

Bobby wasn’t exactly in the mood to argue and have a stubborn stand off with Crowley right now. He hadn’t slept in more than 72 hours now, and the only food he’s eaten was a mix of beans and chili; and of course more alcohol than he would care to think about.

Bobby was exhausted.

He lowered his voice, sounding pathetic. “I just need answers for once.” Bobby sighed and looked like a sad puppy. Part of this tactic was real, from the sleep deprivation, but another part of it was to see if Crowley had any sympathy answers for his 'favourite hunter'.

"I wanna to know what you and Cas are up to." Bobby, Sam, and Dean pretty much knew already that the two were working together, it was just hard facts that they were missing in the equation. Bobby was hoping Crowley would supply that missing piece.

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“I thought you wanted me to go soft on you?”, the demon frowned, his arms still crossed in front of his chest.  “Pouring the answer to all your questions while shedding a few tears? Wasn’t that what you wanted just a few minutes ago?”, he chuckled.

Crowley leaned against the wall next to him, dramatically stepping out of the broken trap, his eyes on the hunter as he did so, small smirk playing around his lips. “I’m impressed you can still stand upright.”, he stated, frowning a little. He’d noticed the empty beer and whiskey bottles all around Bobby’s desk. He could smell they were still wet, which meant the surly hunter had a nice and big liquid dinner.  “Don’t you think you, as a whimsy human, should eat something non alcoholic once in a while? You’ll soon be a walking beer belly.”, he chuckled.

“I gave you more than enough answers already. If you don’t know what to make of them, it’s not my fault and you deserve to be that miserable.”, he spoke harshly. He’d warned them about Raphael, the apocalypse and whatnot.  “Why keep worrying about your little angel when the threat is a not so cute archangel trying to bust the planet?”, he huffed. “You know Castiel is losing ground up there, right?”, he raised a brow.  “Would you stop looking like a hurt puppy? You look like one of my hound after they failed bringing home a soul.”, he huffed.

“Cas and I aren’t up to anything. I offered, but he declined, arrogant sod that he is.”, he sneered, half lying, half speaking the truth. In the beginning Castiel had refused to work with him and it had taken Crowley quite some time to make him comply. “So, it’s just me, the King of Hell, trying to maintain my position and throne.”, he shrugged. “And you’re not really helping with dragging me out of negotiations.”, he added.

[bobby-ya-idjit]

Old Time Drama | Bobby & Crowley

[bobby-ya-idjit]

"Japan? 興味深い選択肢” Bobby knew Japanese from some ancient books that he taught himself how to read. He remembered  back about 2 years ago, when he and Sam had met up trying to safe Dean from ghost sickness; and he had showed off to Sam that not only could he read Japanese, but he could speak it too. Those were the good old days, when the angels weren’t completely destroying their lives.

"Yeah, says the demon that drinks Scotch for breakfast, lunch, and dinner." Crowley didn’t need to eat or drink, but he did love his scotch. "Besides it’s my only exercise, I would get fat." He already had a beer belly, but he was being his sarcastic self again.

Bobby needed answers, so he decided to let Crowley out, with the hope that he wouldn’t just disappear. He rolled his eyes and walked towards the devil’s trap. Rubbing his boot on the edge of it, the paint faded and broke the devil’s trap. “There.”

He couldn’t believe he let Crowley out, but he was desperate enough to get the answers he wanted… needed. Bobby, in all honesty, expected Crowley to just leave right after he broke the trap, but to his surprise Crowley stayed. For the first minute at least.

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"I always choose.", he chuckled, nodding. "Right, I do remember you were in Japan...before you became an old crank who hardly left his house anymore.", he teased. He knew the huner had been in Japan for a few years, trying to have vacation, but ending up hunting anyway.

"Well, I can do that, since my intestines don't get soaked in it when I drink. But yours do, so you should either start killing yourself with the good stuff, or stop killing yourself in general. What would I do without my favourite hunter, huh?", he chuckled and raised a brow. "You did have a look in the mirror in the last few years though, didn't you?, he smirked. "You could use a makeover, love. You look pretty......worn."

Crowley's eyes followed the hunter to the edge of the trap, then slid down to his boots, furrowing as he broke the trap and Crowley could feel his powers again. He looked up at Bobby, tilting his head to one side. "Why would you let me go? Where's your usual stubbornness?", he frowned. Where was the fun in that? Okay, he may have complained and threatened and he was pissed, yeah, but he liked the rare occasions he got with the hunter. They were fun. There were only few people who were brave -or stupid- enough to even dare trap him and talk back to him and he liked it when somebody did.

Bobby looked, well, desperate which made him uneasy in a way. "Would you tell me what got your panties in a knot or shall we pretend you're just delirious?"

[kingspartycontinued]

Rumour has it || Crowley & Mary

[hunterallmylife]

Starting out in this whole ‘second chance at a life’ thing, Mary wasn’t really off to such an.. Orthodox start. Hell, it wasn’t even a good start. The first thing she had done after getting the blood and dirt out from her clothing and skin was rob some run down gas station at the crack of dawn when no one was there. And they didn’t even have all that much cash or not-expired food sitting in there. The water bottles were hardly even cold, but damn did they feel good going down her throat. At least then she could breathe without wheezing.

For right now, she was getting by. With the clothes that Dean’s friend, Lisa, had given her, with the cheap motel room she was renting and the job at the diner, Mary was just skating by. She ate her meals for free, worked from six-to-six every day, even staying later or getting in earlier if they needed her. This left her, at minimum wage, with just enough money to buy a little bit of extra food and pay for her room down the street. Not to mention she small repairs she had to fix herself on the old car she had stolen.

She had been looking for just the right car to take late at night at a grocery store when she spotted it; a ‘69 Camaro, all sleek black. To any Average Joe, they might easily confuse it with the car she had grown so accustomed to, John’s ‘67 Impala: the car she remembered driving both her boys home from the hospital in. But to her, she knew it wasn’t the same car. Still, it was familiar and she knew how to use it. She doubted its owner would miss it, since it had been left in the same parking spot for two whole days in a row.

It was late at night, if you could even call it that. It was closer to morning by this point, and Mary had decided to just work a 24-hour shift. The coffee was keeping her awake, and no part of her really longed to go back to the motel room. It was just about three AM and there was one chef in the back, one customer sitting in the front. She decided to sit down at the bar and let her eyes shut for just a moment when she suddenly jumped at a voice.

"I’m sorry?" Mary blinked, instinctively letting her hand settle on the counter by a silver— not real, obviously— knife. "Do… Do I know you?" she asked, trying to offer him a friendly smile.

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Here he had come to that diner thinking she was only having dinner there, but it seemed as if she worked there.

He frowned, though a smug smile creapt up his face. "I doubt it, but I know you, Mary Winchester.", he purred, his eyes shortly checking out her hand and silver knife, but considering it useless for her, so he didn't pay any further attention to it. "You're famous, love. Especially since nobody knows how and why you're back.", he smirked, thinking about leaning onto the counter, but immedeatly changind his mind. He'd get his suit sticky.

"You know you shouldn't stay in the same place for too long. People are catching up. I'm just the fastest, but others will be here soon.", he told her, meaning it. He wasn't the only one feeling that way about the Winchesters and others wouldn't be as civilized as he was, talking and trying to make a deal instead of just ripping her to pieces.

"Don't you want to see your boys?", he chuckled. He knew they would want to see mommy. "We're friends in a way, so I could help you.", he offered.

[bobby-ya-idjit]

Old Time Drama | Bobby & Crowley

[bobby-ya-idjit]

Bobby was amazed at how easy it was to get things out of Crowley. He didn’t like to be trapped, and that was something Bobby always took advantage of. Have Crowley in a casual conversation and he can find a wormhole anywhere, but put him in a devil’s trap and he spills his beans faster than a little kid for candy.

"Where the hell are going?" Crowley mentioned that he didn’t want to be there when the next apocalypse starts, but where would he be? Even in hell, he can get wrapped up in it just as easily as any hunter, angel, demon, or other creature.

Again, ignoring Crowley’s little taunts, Bobby took notice to his almost empty beer. He walked past Crowley yet again and grabbed another out of the fridge.

Bobby smirked at Crowley’s mention of Bobby needing to be nicer. “Am I going to need to buy you cupcakes and throw you a party?” It was a legitimate question, what did Bobby need to do to get answers out of Crowley? Other than selling his soul.

"Oh I don’t know. Maybe because your King of Hell and Cas is a lost puppy looking for help." It didn’t make sense for a King of Hell and an angel to collaborate, unless it was Cas and Crowley. They had something going on behind every creature’s back. It has been digging under Bobby’s skin for months now, and Bobby was sick and tired of not knowing the answers.

Bobby needed a way to get serious answers out of Crowley. Strapping him to a chair and torturing him for days would work, but then he would be on Crowley’s list of people to kill, and he would be on the top. Whiskey would work, but Bobby only had the ‘heap’ stuff Crowley was too picky to drink.

For now, Bobby would try to negotiate without force.

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"I'll be on a very relaxing and very exotic trip to Japan. Always wanted to try get japanese people seel their souls. Given the more natural way they live and their loyalty and respect for each other, I always wanted to know if their souls are different.", he shrugged. "And I'll be far away when half of the world goes to shit.", he smirked.

"Why don't you bind me to your desk next time and stay in front of your fridge if you can't handle an interrogation without killing your liver.", he huffed. "Or get a mini fridge for under your desk, I doubt you'll use the space beneath for any other action."

He smiled smugly. "Well, for one don't be an ass and trap me. For two, take a shower before approaching me. I'd appreaciate it.", he frowned deeply. The hunter smelled like whisky and sweat and not in a good way. Why did men like him always have trouble keeping themselves clean? Uh.

"I'd rather eat the mixed intestines of a human than work with an angel.", he spat, meaning it, in a way. Okay, he was working with Castiel, but only because he knew the angel would be naiive enough to deal with him and had a direct connection to the Winchesters. How could he not use that?

Crowley crossed his arms in front of his cheast, frowning. "So?"