Dillan remembered the first time she'd seen him. She had been laying up, as she had refused to take the sleeping pills subscribed. She didn't like how they'd made her feel, and would have rathered have her insomnia keep her up all the time than feel different.

She remembered headlights as they floated through her pink, Disney princess curtains and the curiosity that quickly took over her brain, covering any previous thoughts.

At first, she remembered being too afraid to get out of her bed and walk to the window; but the burning curiosity fought over the fear (as Dillan had always been a curious being, wanting to know everything and determined to find things out if she wished to know about them, as the curiosity would grow until she had sated it properly); and soon her small footfalls could be heard as she went over to the window, looking out to see a man burying something in the middle of the crossroads that her home had been so conveniently placed by.

And, after moments of him being alone, another man seemed to just appear out of no-where. Her voice had come out in a muffled gasp and she pressed herself closer to the window. Something about him had always intrigued here, even then, as her small, round brown eyes looked him up and down. He was maybe 30, in a nice suit and hair that was dark and slicked back. She watched as they talked, and the man kissed the other man, who seemed repulsed and quickly pushed him away before getting back into his car to drive off.

But Dillan kept her eyes on the man, who looked smug through and through as he watched the car drive away, straightening the tie of his suit and, as though feeling eyes on him, his head turned in her direction, causing her to freeze for a moment, not breathing at all before quickly letting the curtain fall back into place and scurrying back to the safety of her bed, hoping he hadn't actually been looking at her.

But she knew that that hope was despondent.

It was always a surprise to her, when a new car may show up after that, and she always tried desperately to get a sneak peak at the man, every night from then on, even as she continued to grow older. He never looked towards her again, and she doubted he even noticed either; if he had, he hadn't ever done anything against it.

As she reached her teens, she found herself becoming brave enough to sleep in the tree house, in order to hear the voice of the mysterious man at the crossroads, and after the first night, that haunted her dreams, more-so than the face that went with it. It sent chills down her spine when she heard it, and she always found herself extremely still, not even attempting to see his face while in the little fort, too afraid of being close enough to hear him that he might hear her if she moved even just a little.

The tree in which she had her fort was just next to the crossroads, so close she could hear every little noise that was made, finding out that the man was a demon named Crowley, and talking of all different things that people would be asking him for: money, power, a girlfriend, a boyfriend. Anything they wished to deal on, each only ever getting ten years in return.

Of course, she didn't always believe that it was true, just grown-ups playing a stupid game, and each time she'd be proven wrong, when witnessing him randomly appearing, and finding nothing that could have helped him pull that off if he were actually human. As well as him always looking exactly the same as he always had.

Now, Dillan was a naturally curious girl. And, as she got older, the voice and the face separately weren't enough. And during one of his many encounters, she found herself quietly sneaking across the old wood of the tree-house, peering out of one of its many cracks to watch as the interaction went down; she hoped desperately that their voices would cover any sound that she may make.

It was another woman, asking for the man she loved to love her back, and Dillan wanted to scoff at the stupidity of it all. Why someone would wish for someone to love them seemed as though it were stupid. Forcing someone to love wasn't worth it, not if you actually loved them.

In her eyes anyway.

As the kiss was shared that, she assumed, sealed any deal one wanted to make, she found herself grimacing, as she always did, watching him kiss someone else. It was a weird bout of almost… Possession, that passed her, not that she'd ever admit it, as she'd never actually talked to him, though she felt she knew him; his dark hair and eyes, body clad in a suit and that thick Scottish accent that always seemed to find some sort of smart-ass remark to his more…dense clients.

She let out a breath softly upon thinking about it and then instantly froze; eyes widening, looking at the interaction and almost letting out another sigh of relief upon seeing that it didn't seem to be too loud, as the demon was merely standing there, watching as the person in the car walked away.

And, as always, he disappeared just as the car was gone over the horizon. Dillon was going to wait just a few more moments before going to head back to the house, when suddenly a voice from behind her asked, "Don't you ever get bored?"
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Sooo, here's my new idea... haha, this guy just makes me smile. He's smart-ass and awesome, and so yea XP. I dont find him particularly attractive, but his character intrigues me to no end. So yea, I hope you like this :) and Scottish accents are sexy ;) haha, so yea