closed , plotted starter for crowley .
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𝐎𝐖 . that really hurt . he blinked a few times , eyes still trying to focus on where he was . heaven ? had to be . maybe he’d get to see his mother again . she was always so nice to see . he missed her , EVERY SINGLE DAY , and always vowed to make sure that he lived up to what she wanted him to be : a force of good among the evil that corrupted city after city , state after state . she knew he could be good despite his biological father . he believed he could be good - it just didn’t always end up as expected . he wanted to make his mother proud and he felt like he was 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 .
this - this wasn’t 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 . if this was heaven then they really had changed the appearance of it . hm , well , think . what would sam and dean do ? investigate . the baby nephilim walked down one of the sidewalks , brows knitted tightly together as he kept an eye out for someone who may be able to help him find some normalcy .
❝ excuse me , can i ask you a few questions ? ❞ he asked an inconspicuous man . he really didn’t sit right with jack but he couldn’t quite understand why . nonetheless , all he wanted was some answered to the heavy - weighted questions that lay on his tongue .
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 . as someone who had died once before , crowley figured that to be utter bogus . his opinion , though , was rather biased by his death being that of a damned man on his way to hell’s gates . a death of a demon could be different , though he doubted this was it . brightness & the brilliant future --- none of it screamed very demonic afterlife to him . he’s heard rumors of the empty & , from what he gathered , being empty was supposed to be a large part of it .
whatever this was , he’d place his bets on winchester involvement . you try to die to get away from those flannel covered chaos machines but they just pull you back in . typical . he flicks the butt of a cigarette . he was never much for smoking but new vessel habits were hard to kick .
looking up when the boy speaks to him , one of crowley’s brows perk up . the lad seems simple to the ordinary eye but the power crowley could feel rolling off of him was nearly tangible . not the duo he expected from this place , but clearly a possible piece to this puzzle . ❛ well you’ve already asked one but i suppose i could handle a few more . how can i be of assistance ? ❜