Just your daily reminder that Crowley was wearing a businessman as a vessel and that is technically not his real appearance despite us growing to love it. Heβs already lived his story by the time we see him on screen. He lived a whole human lifetime before his intro to the show.
Crowley is / was an attractive ginger man born in Canisbay, Scotland as Fergus Roderick Macleod, where he worked as a drunken tailor for most of his miserable life before making a crossroads deal with a demon for an extra 3 inches below the belt - so that heβd be in the βdouble digitsβ he claimed.
I still want to someday see curly, ginger-haired Crowley in all of his glorious, gangly-limbed sarcasm and wasted potential doing stupid tailor things while he drinks his life away and curses the circumstances and his mother and his son, as he makes a dumb deal with the devil because βwhy not?β Probably wasnβt sober, probably didnβt think it was real anyways, but those extra 3 inches gave him new perspective.
I want to see him using witchcraft to bring misfortune on the townspeople who shunned him his entire life, I want to see him be petty, watching their little world burn with a bottle of booze in his hand.
I want to see Crowley as Fergus - as the wild child of the witch that grew to despise the world for his lot in it; he was nearly sold for three pigs, he was taught how to make people choke on their own intestines with a hex bag before the age of 8 years old, he learned how to juggle, he made a deal with a demon for 3 inches, he died bloody in a ditch at the age of 63 after living an unfulfilled life.
But thereβs so much story to be told there, and I think we all deserved to see even just an episode depicting some of his human life - the events that made him who he was throughout the show. I think we deserved that beautiful character arc as he went from being a hurting human boy to a hateful, lousy man, to the King of the Crossroads, to the King of Hell itself, to working with an Angel, then back to a pathetic almost-human, to saving the Winchesters as a final act- it truly is a perfect circle of a character arc.
Oh Crowley, Fergus Roderick Macleod, tell us what it was like to lose your humanity and live as a devil, only to lose your kingdom and die for humanity? Did it feel like fate? A metamorphosis, just as all of nature returns to the soil it sprung from? Or did you curse it still, knowing that you ended up back in the same place you started?
