The King of Hell sighed, twisting the jawbone of some unknown animal in his hands. It was supposed to be the First Blade, the weapon that Cain used to kill his own brother, and Crowley was going to use it to get rid of his Abaddon problem.
Except there was one problem. Without the Mark of Cain the First Blade was just a useless jawbone, and that was where Dean Winchester came in. That damned mark had ended up on his skin, and Dean seemed as motivated to kill Abaddon as Crowley himself. But Dean Winchester had never worked with Crowley without some incentive. First there was the Colt, then Sammy's soul. Now,however, Crowley sat there empty handed.
And so Crowley sat, attempting to have an epiphany about one Dean Winchester. Growling in frustration, Crowley was tempted to simply break the blade in half. So he put the weapon down and turned to the clutter on his desk. He hurled books at the walls and even set a few individual sheets in a spontaneous flame. He watched them with a sick satisfaction.
Suddenly he saw it. He put out the flame switch a simple snap of his fingers. Slowly, almost hestiantly, the King of Hell picked up the half scorched paper. A partial title proclaimed it Inva. Crowley's eyes slowly scanned the list until he saw it. A death that had been his fault but he had never been given the blame for. A sickly sweet smile formed on his lips as he simply vanished from the room.