Dean opened the door to his hotel room. Looking around he felt a stab of pain in his chest. it had been a week since he and Sammy split but he still felt the loneliness like it was yesterday. Sighing, Dean dropped his bag on the floor and flopped down on the bed. He lay there like that for a while, nearly falling asleep, when he heard a very familiar scottish voice.
"Well isn't this just a lovely shit hole."
Dean didn't look up, he didn't even move.
"Go away Crowley."
"Oh come on squirrel, don't be such a kill joy. After all, that's my job."
Dean sighed loudly. He was far too tired to deal with Crowley's smart ass mouth.
"Crowley, I swear if you don't leave and let me sleep I'm gonna-"
"Okay okay. Don't get your knickers in a knot. I'll leave, only cause there's no toys here to play with."
After a moment Dean looked around his room. No demons in sight. Flopping his head back down Dean fell asleep. Completely unaware that Crowley would soon return. Toys in hand and a smile playing on his lips.