Crowley stood in the middle of the bright park, the sun shining on his light tan skin. The nearby swingset creaked eerily as the wind blew it. Crowley had been summoned here to make a deal with a young teenage girl. She wasn't there at the time, but he knew she would. Crowley, in the meantime, tried to make himself comfortable, sitting on a park bench and crossing his legs out in front of him. After about ten minutes, he heard footsteps about three yards to his right.

"About time." he remarked as the girl continued to walk towards him. Her hair was down, and it was a light sand-ish color. Her cheeks were consumed in a furious pink blush. She had glasses that seemed as though they would slide right off the edge of her nose. Blue eyes gazed at him as she stood in front of him. She looked like she was about to faint.

"What exactly do you want to trade for, love?" Crowley asked, standing up and dusting all of the pollen off of his suit.

"I-I want to be able to write awesome stuff, like my friends!" Crowley personally thought this was sort of an odd request, but people had asked for stranger things before.

"Seems fair enough. You are aware of how we seal the deals, right?"

"Yes."

So, she walked up closer. Just as they were inches apart, she suddenly cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled,

"OK, GUYS! I GOT HIM CAPTURED!" She clipped a pair of handcuffs onto his hands... and they had Devil's Traps etched into them.

"What is going on here?!" he asked in an irritated tone. Laughs were drifting from the trees and the bushes. Mobs of other teenagers slunk from the forest surrounding the park.

"Great job, Cathy! Now we can take him back to headquarters and force him to read our fanfictions!" said a blonde in the front of the 5th mob. Crowley began to run, because now he realized what was going on: he was being captured by a clan of FANGIRLS! He ran as fast as his legs would carry him into the forest, diving deeper and deeper into the green. But the clan had been very prepared, because ropes dropped from the limbs above and wrestled him to the ground. A stampede of Converse and High-Tops raced towards him, the air becoming filled with giggles and squeals.

"NOOO!" Crowley yelled as his feet were bound with rope. They tied him up tightly and dragged him off back towards the park. And no matter how loud Crowley yelled, no one came to his rescue.

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The demon shot out of bed, perspiration beading on his forehead. Crowley didn't want to be forced to read all their bloody fanfictions! But he didn't hear any girls anymore. All he heard was silence. Opening his eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief. His room was in the order it had been when he had drifted off to sleep (he had just wanted some time to think to himself). He went to the bathroom and rinsed his face.

"Where do such dreams come from?" he asked himself, walking to the kitchen. He made himself a tall glass of Craig and sat down at the table. As he sipped his drink, he shuddered at the thought that there WERE girls out there who would do anything to capture him.