#make-a-deal-keep-it

[vampwinchester]

Sam, I need your help with something.

Huh?  What?  Crowley!?  I... I don't know what I could possibly help you with... Uh... Hi... I guess? 

[In which Sam is human and a girl and has no freaking memory of the last year and a bit... gawd]

[lostlittlesister-blog]

When Icicles Hang // Crowley and Nora

Stupid bloody bastard.  Nora threw his coats on the ground of their bedroom without care, strewing them about and maybe hoping that she damaged the lot of them.  Lucifer left, without saying a word.  It had been weeks and she'd heard nothing.  Normally Nora would understand that he's busy, he has his own things, he's the devil for Christ's sake, he has things to do, but not like this.  Never like this.  Even if they'd been fighting, he'd have given her a reason.  

The clinking of something on the ground caught her attention, and she whirred to the spot, picking up the shining coin from the ground.  She'd seen these before...  but wondered why Lucifer had one.  With a sigh, she held it in her hand, ran her fingers over the metal gently before closing her eyes, closing her fingers around the coin, and wishing that whoever owned it would come to her.

[waywardviking-blog]

There's a Monster Inside You // Crowley and Eric

He could actually still feel it, still feel the heat on his skin, and still feel how angry and rageful the fire burned, hot with rage and curling into the night around the thick, heavy scented air.  Everything they owned was gone.  The life he'd built with Sam, before and after he lost his memories, gone.  Vanished into a thick cloud of smoke and soot.  Most of the smoke and ash was inside his lungs or on his face, peppering his body which was only half covered by the gray and black canvas gym shorts that barely reached the jut of his hipbones.  

Everything on his body hurt, but what hurt most of all was the nurse that was helping him.  She had to set his arm and it took three people to hold him down to finally pop it back into place.  Of course, Eric had refused pain medicine.  He felt there were other people that needed it more than he did.  It took another hour to finally set the arm in a cast, and now he was sitting on a bench in the infirmary, dead eyes staring at the wall as he cradled his arm to his chest, thinking, thoughts swirling about in the abyss of his mind.  He'd started this fire.  No matter what Sam said, he knew that he'd done this.  With his mind.  Somehow, something deep inside of him was terrifying enough to have set forth in motion a pyrokinetic burst of energy from him and thus...  they awoke in a burning cabin.

He was so deep in his thoughts, he hardly noticed the familiar, yet unfamiliar man walk up and sit beside him.

[eeeevilbitch-blog]

So tell me, why did you blindly follow Lucifer before and why not now?

Because daddy's little lackeys tried to put me down like a dog. I can only assume daddy didn't love me so much anymore.

It wasn't blindly. It was just zeal. Don't get confused now. The only person I follow blindly is myself.

[eeeevilbitch-blog]

And what questions would those be?

Any. Intrigue me.

[thefirstarchangel-blog]

Now now, Michael. You cannot interfere with a deal.

I can interfere with a deal when it's risking the life of my people.

[thefirstarchangel-blog]

Michael, what does my silence have to do with anything? And if you were taking care of this, why did Jasey come to me? Hmm?

I will deal with my brother, Crowley. I was gone and now I'm back.

[eeeevilbitch-blog]

Hello Meg. -places hand against his lips and blows her a kiss-

Hello Crowley. Trying to make a deal? Or do you just not kiss girls?