A loud yawn
almost broke your jaw. You rubbed your tired face that felt more like
a mask, trying to wake up just a little bit more. Even though a fresh
cup of coffee was an extremely tempting idea, you doubted you would
survive one more. You were pretty sure that caffeine
was flowing through your veins right now, after so many cups that you
It was a
hard night. You and the Winchesters were wandering in the dark,
trying to find out what was going on in a small city in the middle of
nowhere. You hated this particular hunt. Nothing was going as it
should be and since you arrived there, you have been attacked three
in the span of a
few days. But people were dying, so there was no chance of leaving it
unsolved. To be honest, you didn’t even want to leave it be, you
were a hunter after all – but you were exhausted after another
sleepless night and another sleepless day when you had to interview
more people. It was fair, actually. Dean had
taken the guard before you, and Sam was supposed to watch over you
two on the upcoming night. You still had no idea what was hunting
people down in this city, but you were sure as hell that it was aware
of your arrival. And it wasn’t happy.
your lip slightly, just to keep your mind awake, but it took you only
a few seconds to go back to your previous, barely alive, state. You
were leaning on Dean’s Impala, watching the boys
with a middle-aged woman across the street. She must have known
something she didn’t want to tell, because otherwise the
boys wouldn’t be acting like this just for fun. Not in the middle
of a hunt at least, you hoped. And damn on you if it wasn’t
“Hello, darling. Fresh and
resplendent as always, I see,” a well-known voice erupted behind
you. You could almost smell the sulfur. Or maybe it was overstrain.
“Yeah. Few more days like
that and I may even visit you in Hell personally,” you muttered,
not bothering to look back. You felt like every move was taking the
tiny scraps of your energy that were left. You didn’t have many of
them, so you surely weren’t in the mood for taking a risk.
“As much as I would love
your visit, I am pretty sure it’s still too early for you,”
Crowley said with a smirk, now standing on your left.
You gave him a tired look.
“But Dean-o said I will rest
in a grave. It’s so tempting.”
laughed quietly at your poor attempt in joking, even though it was
really bad. You have known each other for a while now, since you were
working with the Winchesters and they had to use the demon’s help
from time to time. You have known every sin and every move Crowley
made even before you had
actually met him – that was the boys’ way of protecting you from
him and his charms. It was kind of cute of them, but they didn’t
have to worry so much about you, to be honest. You were not a kid
anymore. You understood how the world was working.
though Crowley was not a Saint, he was still playing by the rules and
you respected this side of him, just like he respected your hunting
skills. There were
been a true pain in his ass, killing so many demons that he almost
didn’t believe one person was able to make it. And yet, there you
were, standing side by side.
“I’ve been worse,” you
shrugged. “But I’ll be back to my old self once we finish this
mess. I wish we could do it soon.”
“I don’t have any
information about this case, unfortunately.”
“Since when would you want
to help us without begging?” you raised an eyebrow. “I thought
the begging was the best part.”
“Oh, I still love it. I just
do not enjoy seeing you in a state like this, it takes the fun out of
your poor attempts in convincing me to do anything. Especially if you
are driven to the limits because of some stupid monster.”
“And who’s saying that?”
you asked sarcastically.
Crowley shot you a bright
smile, obviously proud of himself for making you a little more alive.
“Maybe we could discuss this
problem somewhere in private,” he offered slyly.
“Sure, ‘cause I obviously
have so much free time right now. Who cares about people dying,”
you dismissed his flirt. You weren’t even mad at him. He was
Crowley. He flirted all the time, with literally everything that had
“I’m not saying about
right now, but I’m always open for any…”
“Go there,” you pointed
out to the other side of the street, where the Winchesters were
working their magic.
“What do you mean?”
want to have fun, show the
how they should charm the pretty lady, because I’ve
waiting for like
half an hour
and they still have no answers. Well, I mean, I’m pretty sure they
have many answers, but none is useful for our case. And you may
steam by the way.”
Demon blinked, taken by surprise.
“Darling, I’m pretty sure
I sense something more than you are actually saying,” he stated
carefully, watching you with concern. “If anything is wrong, you
may tell me…”
“Sorry, Crowley,” you
backed up, feeling guilty. He had nothing to do with your irritation
and shouldn’t be blamed for it. “I’m just tired and everything
makes me angry right now. I mean, just look at this woman – how can
anyone be so stupid? Boys aren’t even trying, and she is still so
tacky… And it’s gonna take some time before she says anything
connected with the case.”
“Oh my, are you jealous?”
Crowley gasped theatrically. “Is it Moose or Squirrel? Who should I
hate even more?”
“Nah, stop it. I just can’t
believe anyone can think like an animal. I mean, I’m used to it,
but it still keeps me surprised every time people act like they have
never heard about dignity.”
“It’s not that bad,
everyone has their needs…”
“Crowley. She is drooling in
front of them.”
“She is not…”
closer. She just raised her skirt with the
of course unintentionally.”
“…you may be on point a
so I can
Crowley laughed quietly.
again. You had
only slept in the
once and it left a
very comfortable feeling, but at this point, you were so tired you
would fall asleep on the ground. You gazed longingly at the backseat,
almost feeling the soft texture underneath your beaten up, exhausted
observing you, but you were too lost in your thoughts to notice it.
The two of you were neither friends nor enemies anymore (for which
he was more than
relieved, but would never admit). You were an interesting person and
he kind of enjoyed working with you. You often had those little
conversations, when things weren’t in so much rush and you had a
short break before rushing into new problems.
He got to
know a few things about you. Most of the time, you kept being hardy
and determined as to what did you want to archive. There was hardly
anything one could use against you. And now… You probably didn’t
even think about your words, but Crowley was rarely forgetting
anything. And now he had something that could be considered as your
weak point. Of course, he still wasn’t sure what precisely caused
it, but was more than
find out. In a world where people and monsters constantly had to
fight each other, having an advantage over one of your biggest
opponents was at a premium.
“I guess the boys have
finally found the answers they were looking for,” Crowley stated
casually, looking at the other side of the street. The Winchesters
noticed him and visibly hastened their steps.
“You sure you don’t want
to teach them how to take from people what they want faster?” you
“I think I still have to
learn a few things myself, love,” he said in an abnormally nice
tone. He was radiating with happiness, just as if he won a billion
dollars. Or maybe souls, who knows what demons preferred.
“Okay,” you shrugged.
Before the brothers came to
you, Crowley was gone in the blink of an eye. They didn’t look very
“What did he want?” Dean
“I don’t know. Maybe he
was bored in Hell. Can we finally go to motel? I’m dying…”
“You could take a nap in the
“I didn’t want to be
mugged. I hate breaking fingers of muggers, they scream so loudly…”
“Right. Let’s go back,
Rambo,” Sam laughed, patting you on a head. You may be smaller than
him, but you could toss him to the ground any second.
to remind him of that, but another wide yawn stole your words and
closed your eyes, and after you entered the car, you already forgot
what you wanted to say. Thanks, Chuck, that nothing important
happened that day and you could sleep through the better part of it,
not bothered by any more problems.