A/N: Doesn't follow cannon in any way that I can think of. Doesn't follow any specific timeline, but I don't care. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter One

Third Person POV

Crowley sat at his desk and slowly drank his glass of scotch. He cocked his head at the lifeless human body in the middle of the room, the demon once possessing said body long dead and gone. Leaning back in his chair, he closed his eyes and sighed. This was starting to get boring. Sure, he had fun messing with the Winchesters and their angel sidekick, but the actual business was starting to lose its appeal. Not to mention the loneliness. Every other demon was terrified of him and that made companionship hard to come by.

He might be a demon, but that didn't mean he didn't get lonely every now and again. He hadn't had a mate in years. Not after she was killed by that damn demon killing dagger. Ava had been a particularly sadistic demon, but Crowley was fond of her either way. She had a habit of disassembling children when she was bored. She'd been mistaken for a pagan god and was killed by an older hunter. Crowley had gotten his revenge by torturing the hunter for weeks before finally killing him.

That'd been nearly two-hundred years ago.

Now that he was King of Hell, he wished Ava was there to give him some form of entertainment. That's when a thought hit him. Maybe it was time he took a new mate. This time though, he had an idea that would keep this one from being killed so easily. Smirking to himself, Crowley set his now empty glass on his desk before getting up from his chair and straightening his suit jacket. The next second he was gone from the room when another demon appeared to clear the body from the floor.

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Walking down the darkened sidewalk in some unknown neighborhood, Crowley looked up at the night sky. The sky was extremely clear and the stars were so clear that they could be counted. The full moon lit Crowley's way as he continued his stroll through the night.

His extensive research had brought him here. He'd spent hours going through the books that'd been written about Azazel's "trick" of turning a human. If Azazel had done it the right way, any of his chosen children would have been demons and not dead. All that had to be done was continue drugging the child with demon blood and, once they'd turned 18, they'd be a demon themselves. Crowley didn't have the patience to find a mate, so he decided to make his own. It was only 18 years, nothing much for a demon of his age.

All he had to do now was find a suitable candidate.

Hence the abandoned street he was occupying at the moment. His research had also giving the location of a witch that would be able to read his tattered soul and find a perfect match.

Stopping in front of what looked to be an abandoned house, he crinkled his nose in disgust. The place was worse than the hole he'd been forced to hide in when he'd tried to take Lucifer down by giving the Winchester's the cult. Without a second thought, Crowley flicked his wrist and the street lights flickered off and he made his way down the overgrown walkway. He didn't bother knocking before heading into the neglected home.

He stopped in the doorway of what appeared to be a living room that was set up just for a witch. "You shouldn't sneak into people's homes, demon." came a small voice from behind the King of Hell. He turned around to see a rather small, elderly woman holding herself up with a wooden cane. Crowley was about to tell the old woman off when she put up a hand to stop him. "I know why you're here, King of Hell. I will not help you corrupt the soul of some child." She said, brushing past him and into her lair.

"And if you don't, what makes you think I won't just kill you?" Crowley asked, not moving into the room. He knew there was a devil's trap under the rug in front of his feet and he knew the old woman wasn't as weak as she was putting on. "Because, demon, it's wrong. I taught your friend Azazel how to turn a human into a demon many years ago. And how did he repay me? He blinded me and left me to die. Now I'm an old, blind witch who knows better than to trust a demon." She said with a light humorless laugh as she lowered herself into one of the chairs around the round, velvet covered table.

"He told me he was going to make himself a mate. Because he was lonely. If I had known his true intentions, I would have never given him the information he so desperately wanted." She added, setting her cane against the table. "And what if I were to say I was looking for a mate?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the information he was getting from the old woman.

She looked in his direction and shook her head. "I would still deny you any help." She said simply.

Crowley was starting to lose his temper and almost took a step forward before catching himself and staying where he stood. "I can give you your eyesight back." He offered. The old woman only chuckled and reached across the table for a thick, leather bound book. "I'm an old woman coming to my end, demon. I've lived nearly half my life without my sight and it would only be a nuisance now." She countered with a small smirk as she brought the book to her lap.

Before Crowley could make another comment, she motioned for him to come into the room with a wave of her hand. Crowley only raised an eyebrow and glanced down at the rug in front of him. The old woman pointed to the doorway on the other side of the room and in the blink of an eye, Crowley was walking through it. "Sit." She ordered, pointing to the chair across from her.

Setting the leather bound book in front of herself, the old woman placed both hands on the cover and closed her eyes. The room was quiet for a moment and then a light whistle rang throughout the small room and a light breeze came out of nowhere. "There's a child in a small town, much like this one, in Utah. She was born yesterday, prematurely, three months early. Her lungs are under developed and it's highly unlikely she'll survive…unless you save her." The old woman said, taking her hands off the book and grabbing her cane.

Crowley looked at her in confusion and remained where he was seated. "Well, don't just sit there, demon. I've given you what you came for. Now go to the poor thing." She said, standing up and going over to the devil's trap under the rug. "Why?" was all Crowley asked as she lifted the rug and, with a flick of her wrist, got rid of the trap.

"Because she's dying and your soul is calling out to her. Also because she would die otherwise. This way, I'm giving her a chance to at least have a chance at life." Came her gentle reply. Crowley stood and walked over to the witch. "What is your name, witch?" he asked. The old woman only laughed and waved her hand dismissively at him. "My name is of no concern, Crowley. Now go. She has limited time left."