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• • Dean • •

He shrugged his shoulders, and looked over at the King of Crossroads. He was starting to doubt that he’d get anything worthwhile…but it was worth a shot.

“Just need a little blood, that’s all. Sure you don’t care- but we’re looking to get rid of this leviathan problem.”

[ Ψ ]

      Now that was interesting. In fact, Crowley could get behind this plan one hundred percent. The leviathans have got to go. There was just no dealing with them. “Why didn’t you just say that? I care a lot about getting rid of those bloody creatures. They’ve been nothing but a pain...”

      Crowley grew silent, thinking back to where his men had last seen one. “Little birdie told me Milwaukee is where you might find one. Been there for at least a few months now.”

Dean and Sam were stopped in their tracks with the emergence of Crowley. The hunter’s patience with the King of Hell. The mark wasn’t making things any easier - his anger rose much easier than usual and becames more uncontrollable then ever.

“I need this off me,” he said pulling his shirt sleeve up revealing the mark of Cain. “Since you helped get it there, you’re gonna help get if off. And Cas can’t help here because he’s already helping up there,” he said pointing skyward. “Or wherever Heaven is,” he added almost dismissively. The actual locale unimportant.

“I think what Dean means is we could use your expertise here,” Sam interjected seeing how agitated his brother was getting.

Not that he was any more thrilled to be asking for Crowley’s assistant, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

“So for now,” he added clearing his throat as he positioned himself between the two. “We’re on the same team.”

[ Ψ ]

     The king looked at Dean, more importantly, the mark of Cain. Maybe he should’ve have told him a little more information prior to him receiving it. But that was all water under the bridge now. Besides, they were the Winchesters. They always manage to get out of scrapes, somehow. This would be no different.

  With a sigh and a roll of his head, Crowley reluctantly followed them. After a bit of walking, the demon vanished and reappeared ahead of them. With his arms crossed over his chest, unamused. “Then what is so dire that the mighty Winchesters need my help?” If Crowley was being forced to help them then at least they could fill him in as to what was going on. “And why can’t your angel help you? I’m a busy man.”

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“I’m interested in purging the world and your wardrobe of this mess. I mean, it’s passable- but you shouldn’t have to stoop. Come on by Friday. I’ll sort you out.” 

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[ Ψ ]

  “I like the way you think. I’ll see you Friday then, how does two sound?”

[ Ψ ]

  Crowley rolled his eyes with a huff. Of course, he had to explain every little detail to the older Winchester. “I mean  Samantha keeps trying to bloody kill me after all! Do you understand why I’m so hesitant to bloody help?”

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“Are you takin’ the piss?” 

He chuckled. Wow the fuckin irony of that, he thought. Hopefully with this guy straddling both jobs- he’d take care of some of the more unsavory priests around. 

“Honestly, tha’s great. Well for you, wit’ God  missin’ an all that.”

[ Ψ ]

  “Afraid not...” He joked back. Sure pretending to be a priest was actually quite hard, considering he has to deal with holy water and all that. But so far no ones been none the wiser and hell has been meeting its soul quota. “Makes it all the easier.”

░ • Misty • ░

She thanked him as he handed her the glass, then took a tiny sip. She wasn’t much of a drinker. Mostly because of the way her father had been. When Crowley mentioned the part about being a priest- she actually couldn’t help but smile As funny of a notion as that was- him being King of Hell and all now.

“Thank you. I can only imagine. I’ll have  t’see what Jace says.”

[ Ψ ]

  “Keep me posted.” He joked, knowing full well what the answer would be. He knew how Misty’s now-fiancé was. How the man grew up and how he feels towards Crowley’s kind. But that didn’t matter, either way, Crowley would be in the background at least. He took a drink of his own. “So when’s the wedding date?”

[ Ψ ]

  “Oh, well. Do you know when she’ll be back?”

[ Ψ ]

  “Yes, I’m aware of this… But my main tailor got himself eaten and now I’m stuck with his partner. It’s a shame really,” He paused in respect for his former tailor. “But luckily for you, I’m on the market for a new one. If you’re interested in my business?”