Author's Note: I don't own any of the supernatural characters, sadly. I hope you all enjoy the new story. I have a bit of a fascination with Crowley to say the least, so this story will be mainly focused on him with appearances from the other characters along the way. I hope in total I can catch help you catch a glimpse of the other side of Crowley, the one he won't admit is there. Thank you guys so much, and I love you all!
Crowley strides down the hallway. The floor below him cold and creaky. With a flick of his wrist the light at the end of the long hall turns off. He grins to himself as he sees the bedroom door, knowing that soon some peace will come to make his aches and pains go away.
Crowley enters the bedroom feeling a bit odd, like there is a strange presence in the room. Ignoring this feeling and blaming it to his nerves, Crowley loosens his gray tie and slips off his black suit leaving him in his boxers. Carefully, he lays the three piece suit on his office chair. Hell hasn't really been all rainbows and two headed puppies recently.
"That's odd," Crowley murmurs to himself as he notices a few things have been moved around. The feeling of someone else grows in his gut. Brushing it off again, Crowley crawls into his large, plush bed alone as usual.
As Crowley just stares into the darkness hoping for sleep to come, he catches a shadow in the corner. As it moves forwards he sees her face. A smile forms between the two of them. Her ruby red lips glisten under the pale moonlight. Her blue eyes shine like crystals.
Crowley goes to speak, but he can't find the words. The woman speaks up for him, "I told you I would come, so here I am." Her brown hair flows gracefully as she moves forward towards the edge of Crowley's bed.
Her silk, black nightgown brushes against his skin as she lays next to him. She smiles before she reaches up and pulls Crowley to her lips. Crowley chuckles softly and tells her, "Sara, I thought you would never come home, my love." Sara smiles at that accent she had longed for, for so long.
Sara presses her finger to Crowley's lips and whispers, "I'm here now, and that's all that matters right?" Crowley kisses her again as soft as a kitten.
Crowley feels a pounce on his legs causing him to sit up quickly. Suddenly, it's light around him. "Bullocks, it was just a dream," Crowley snarls as he looks down at his legs and sees his bright orange cat, Gilbert. "How many times have I told you to stay downstairs?" Crowley reprimands the orange Tabby Cat angrily. A sad meow comes in reply.
The cat stutters off as Crowley stands and puts on his suit for the day. He adjusts his tie in the full length body mirror. His mind continues to race from last night's dream. It fascinates him that after all these years he can remember everything about Sara. Every detail is exactly how it was oh so many years ago.
"Mr. Crowley, sir?" the young servant boy's voice comes from the hallway. Slowly, he rounds his way to Crowley's doorway. His short blonde hair glistens under the hallway's diamond chandelier.
Crowley sighs in frustration and interrogates, "What have I told you about bugging me with your belligerent talking, boy? I am not afraid the cast you straight to Hell! Do you know who I am?! Not to mention you let Gilbert come up here because you were sleeping!"
The young, pale boy shudders in terror. "I am sorry," he starts quietly, "but the Winchesters are outside. They have that girl with them and that dreaded angel, Castiel. They demand that we let them in or else-"
"Or else what?" Crowley interrupts glaring at the boy. He shrugs his shoulder backing up, intimidated by Crowley's strong force. Shaking his head, Crowley shoves the boy out of the way and stomps down the stairs. "I haven't even gotten my Craig," Crowley grumbles as he opens the door.
Dean smirks as him and Castiel stand in the front. Standing tall over everyone else, Sam has a very unamused look on his face. Then there is the girl. A young brunet who is around Crowley's height. She has the same exact lips as Sara, eyes, too. Crowley stands in shock.
"Hi, Crowley. We thought we could find you here," Dean says still smirking. "Oh, as I can tell you're wondering this," Dean points to the girl, "is Catt, better known as our best friend who can kick any monster down."
Trying to look away from Catt, Crowley turns around and begins to walk into his mansion. "Come in," He welcomes to the group. Quickly, he appears behind his desk. Waiting for the group to catch up, Crowley pours his scotch into a glass, trying to clear his brain and refocus on the point, why are the Winchesters here?
The group takes a seat across from Crowley. They stare seriously at him as Sam states, "We know you have been plotting something big Crowley." Crowley smirks. He feels his inner sarcasm want to kick in.
With a smirk Crowley says in reply, "What me? I would never do such a thing?" Softly, he chuckles to himself. A small smile crosses Catt's lips, while everyone else looks unamused. Crowley can't help but notice her sense of humor. It makes him smile brightly.
"Crowley, we need to get down to business. What are you planning?" Dean angrily asks and pulls out the colt at Crowley's head. Crowley rolls his eyes and sips his scotch. "Don't think I won't pull the trigger," Dean threatens.
"I'll talk if you let me tell it to one person alone," Crowley smiles at Catt as he says the rules of this agreement. "I want to talk to Catt alone. She seems like the only sensible one here. I mean we have mister 'I want to shoot everyone', mister 'I'm going to sit back and be a gigantor moose', and mister confused angel. I need to talk to someone I can get through to."
"I will," Catt answers before someone can say no for her. Dean looks at her crossly. Even though Catt knows that wasn't the plan, she beams. The twinkle in her eye is something Crowley catches because most hunters have lost their spark for life.
The boys gingerly leave the room. With a snap, the office door slams shut and locks. Catt jumps at the noise. "Just relax. You want a drink?" Crowley offers smiling.
With quaking hands Catt takes it and sips it. She looks around with her bright eyes. It's beautiful. The smile hasn't left her lips. "Now let's talk, Crowley," Catt demands. Crowley loves hearing her say his name. Her voice indicates a lot. Like from that statement, Crowley can tell she's from northern America, but she's not from New York or New Jersey.
"Catt, you have exquisite eyes," Crowley compliments smiling. She looks at him with a smile. "Oh, and you're smile is so beautiful," he tells her working up his allure. Catt grabs his tie and pulls him towards her with a grin.
"Let's talk or a stab you right now," she tells him smiling with her bright lips. "So cut your crap and get down to the plans you've made."