That Flash Bastard In the Sunglasses

Adam wondered how Crowley found him at all, at this point - wasn’t he an angel once, too? He probably just expected Adam to be at home, which made sense -after everything that’d happened recently, he really didn’t go out much. (Though he was a particularly restless boy, and when he needed out, he needed out.)

"You could use some angel proofing. Lucifer was technically an angel." He glanced around until he found an envelope for a bill and a pen on a table. He picked the objects up and paused for a moment to recall exactly the symbol required, scribbling it out. Crowley held it out for Adam for a fraction of a second before taking it back and drawing something else on the envelope. "And this one is for demons, in case you didn't know." Perks of having been both: he knew both symbols pretty well.

The opposite was to be said of any place Adam Young lived in. Crowley tried opening the door to Adam’s apartment and was immediately met with the normal resistance anyone would have run into. The demon sighed and took a step back and knocked on the door. As he waited for an answer, he realized it probably would have been a better idea to call ahead of time, but this visit was on a whim.

There was a knock at the door. That was weird. Usually, someone would call him if they were coming over. He looked down at the salt line in front of the door again and figured if someone bad was coming after him, he’d be safe. He opened it up - oh, it was just Crowley. That was weird. He usually texted. “What’s goin’ on?”

It occurred to him that thinking about demon-proofing was typically not something a demon should be considering, but he wrote it off as a general lack of trust demons had with each other. Nothing unusual.

“Come in” she said. “He’s probably hiding in the bathroom.” She paused. “You could take some of his stuff if you wanted. Though not the dvd player. Or the television. Or the microwave, we’ll need that for the popcorn.” It wasn’t her apartment and Balthazar could easily replace them.

“Funny, Balthazar didn’t strike me as the type.” Crowley leaned against the wall next to the bathroom door and waited for the man to show himself, fiddling with the paper in his hands.

Bonus Round! Rose Lalonde.