Prologue: Do You Want To Know How I Got These Eyes?

"Names, Crowley! We need more names!"

The demon rolled his eyes at Dean. "I'm not in the mood. Do you KNOW how many demons there are? And there's probably even more out there since I was last home. How about something more personal? Had a lot of time to reflect on my life story..."

"We're not interested in how you got your scars, Crowley..." Dean replied.

"Maybe I'd give you more names if you..."

"You're not allowed near Kevin..." Sam injected. Crowley mockingly pouted.

Dean sighed. "I'm going to try and track down Cas. I'll take Kevin with me. Kid's getting stir-crazy..." Sam raised an eyebrow. "And what about me?" "Stay here. See if Crowley opens up..."

~0~

Sam paced around the bunker. Dean was still gone. That's when he got an idea.

Crowley squinted as the wall opened. Sam walked in, dragging a chair. Sam sat down, arms folded.

"Okay, I'll bite. What's this story you seem so keen on sharing?"

Crowley smirked. "See, this is why your my favorite, Moose..."