I pulled my green Ford Fiesta over on the dirt road and shut it off. I took one of my IDs from the cup holder and climbed out, walking to the crossroads in the center.

Brushing my long black hair out of my face, I pushed it into a ponytail at the base of my neck. I dug the tiny metal box covered in rust from the center of the gigantic X I stood in and opened it. There were several IDs, including one of the man I was searching for.
I glanced around. No one showed up. "C'mon! You scared of Sydnie Carter?"
There was a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see a man with greyish hair and a suit standing behind me with a smirk. "You might not want to scream your name around here, sweetheart," he said. He was British, I noted.

"Shut up, Crowley."
"Still feisty as always. So, what do you want this fine evening?"

"I'm not here to sell my soul; I need info," I explained. He was really pissing me off.
He smirked. "You do know that it will still cost you quite a bit, don't you?"

"Of course I do," I muttered.
"What do you want to know?"

"I want to know where Sam Winchester is," I demanded. I had rehearsed this a dozen times in my car mirror.

Crowley laughed at me. "I'm sorry, but that is just hysterical!" His entire body shook with laughter. "And just how are you connected to Moose, miss Carter?"

I blushed. I didn't like talking about that week. "None of your business."
"Seeing as I am about to help you find the very men who are after me," he argued, "I believe it is my business."

I already hated him. "Sam is an old friend," I muttered. At least it wasn't a full lie.
Crowley raised his bushy eyebrows. "Ah! And how old are you?"

"Twenty-one."

He chuckled. "Didn't know Samuel was into younger women."

I rolled my blue eyes. "Just tell me where he is."

Crowley ran his brown eyes over my body. I suddenly felt exposed. I wore black skinny jeans, a white tank-top, and black leather boots with a matching jacket. "You're dying. You didn't get rid of that curse," Crowley stated. I could tell it wasn't a question; why would it be? He was the first Demon I went to when the curse got serious. "I can tell you Rocky and Bullwinkle can't help you with it, but you're not going to listen."

"Please, Crowley, just hush and tell me where they are. I'm desperate."
He smirked again. I was beginning to think it was the only facial expression he could make. "Well, when you put it that way. Just wait here." With a flash, he was gone.

Crowley reappeared ten minutes later. This time he wasn't alone. Four other men were with him, and one was Sam.