#coldhardcrowley

coldhardcrowley

Emma leaned with her hip cocked against the library table, one eyebrow raised as she studied the impeccably dressed man seated across from her.  She got that Dean felt that they needed all hands on deck for this latest hunt, that something big was going down, but she really hadn’t been expecting ‘all hands’ to include the King of Hell.  She also hadn’t been expecting said king’s vessel to be so... well, attractive.  Though, when she thought about it, she supposed it made sense.  He had made his way up through ‘sales’ as it were.

Castiel and Sam had gone out for supplies, Charlie was still en route, and Dean had, reluctantly, retreated to the kitchen to start prepping dinner for those of the group who still needed to eat.

Send my muse prying asks about anything and everything

((Oh and we both can rp as Dean and Sam))

It's been nearly half a year since Astrid made a deal with Crowley to save her from burning eternally in trade for a run away demon he's been hunting. Her soul was damned despite the fact she did good deeds but now she gets to sit in the lap of luxury down stairs since she succeeded in her task and was made into his personal hunter. Although negotiating with the devil came with a greater price. She lost the trust of her family, her gang and her friends; including the Winchesters. She was looked down on, cast out and stripped from her title once it was discovered.

The biker now drives from town to town; sleeping in cheap motel rooms, avoiding both hunters and demons alike to save her hide and tried to live with the guilt of making a selfish decision. She can't stay hidden forever and surely Crowley will find her soon enough after not hearing back from her for some time.

Tell you what, next time you’re going to interact...

Deal, darling. *Leans down ever so slightly* Mm, plan to seal this, free of charge? No soul-taking, just a bit of lip-locking. My tie collection could use updating, absolutely.