Crowley looked over the house infront of him, a sly grin spreading across his face. He walked across the yard, passing car after car. He noticed the sleek black figure that was the Impala parked up outside the front door- the Winchesters were here. That just made everything all the better.
It had been a while since Castiel had gone all 'God' on the world, and so to lighten up his day, he thought he'd give the Winchesters a call. Besides, he had some news to tell them. Crowley appeared in the doorway to the library and was met with a raised gun.
"Don't shoot me, honey." He grinned at the old hunter, holding up his hands. "Won't be here for long." Bobby looked him over warily, before slowly lowering the gun.
"What do you want?" Crowley looked over the room, the Winchesters were sat on the sofa, while Bobby was sat at his desk- as always. Does he ever move from there? Huh, it wouldn't surprise him actually…Perhaps he should think about asking.
There was a faint chuckle at that, and Crowley frowned. "He's here." He muttered aloud, the three hunters all exchanging glances. The little noise had shut up and tried to slip away unnoticed, but Crowley let that sly grin slide onto his face again. "Don't even think about leaving."
Dean nudged Sam, frowning as he nodded at Crowley. "I think he's lost it." Crowley glared at him, which at least made him shut up. He focused on the energy around them, turning around and looking towards one of the stacks of books in the corner.
"Crowley?" Bobby frowned in confusion, looking at him like he had indeed lost his mind- which he hadn't! Why did everyone seem to think that lately? Another chuckle, and Crowley was just about to speak before the old hunter spoke up again. "Hey, what do you want? Who's here?"
"On the contrary, darling, you have a stalker." Bobby snorted disbelievingly, folding his arms.
"Oh? Who is it?" Crowley may have been facing mainly away from him, but he didn't miss the wave of fear that passed over Sam and Dean, mainly Dean though.
"Don't worry, Dean. It's not your psycho boyfriend here to kill us all." The elder Winchester opened his mouth to argue, but Crowley spoke again. "I suggest you come out already before I force you to." There was a louder chuckle this time, then just as Crowley turned back to the hunters-
I'd like to see you try.
Crowley jumped out of his skin, staring at the corner again. The chuckle from before had now become a loud laugh, echoing in the demon's head. "Stop laughing at me, you're supposed to be dead."
Now, that caught the hunters' interests, and they all stared at him. "Who is it? What followed you here? Dammit Crowley, answer me!" Crowley rolled his eyes, then turned back to them, glaring at Dean.
"Shut your gob, burger face. All in good time." And with that, Crowley disappeared, the other being following him. Bobby looked at the other two hunters, who just stared confusedly at where Crowley had been, then each other, then Bobby.
"I don't know about you boys, but I need a drink." Bobby grunted, walking into the kitchen, Sam and Dean following him.