The Thrill of it All
coldhardcrowley
Emma leaned with her hip cocked against the library table, one eyebrow raised as she studied the impeccably dressed man seated across from her. She got that Dean felt that they needed all hands on deck for this latest hunt, that something big was going down, but she really hadn’t been expecting ‘all hands’ to include the King of Hell. She also hadn’t been expecting said king’s vessel to be so... well, attractive. Though, when she thought about it, she supposed it made sense. He had made his way up through ‘sales’ as it were.
Castiel and Sam had gone out for supplies, Charlie was still en route, and Dean had, reluctantly, retreated to the kitchen to start prepping dinner for those of the group who still needed to eat.
“So, you’re the infamous Mr. Crowley, hmm?” Emma observed, still not sure quite what to make of him. “Nice to finally put a face to the name.”














