Crowley looked on impassive as the Impala roared off into the night, its tail-lights glowing red in the stark obscurity of the country road.
:
The Winchesters were the most annoying, arrogant, full of themselves, cunning humans he'd had the misfortune to encounter, not to mention as dangerous as striking cobras!
So why had he never done the demon world a favour and taken them out? It wasn't as if he hadn't had plenty of opportunities, including tonight.
But even as Crowley formed the question, he already knew the answer.
The dumb-asses had somehow pierced his demonic armour and endeared themselves to the heart he no longer possessed.
:
Sighing he teleported back to his throne room, only to find a gaggle of demons lined up requesting audience. Not one of them had an ounce of the Winchesters' brain cells.
"Bloody good job too," Crowley muttered to himself as he waved the first one forward, he'd be chained up in some sleazy torture chamber by now or worse!
