"Damn you idiots!" Crowley growled holding his neck in pain, before haphazardly snapping himself to safety.
He stumbled back into a pile of garbage. He had managed to get only a few miles away from the Winchester brothers before his power exhausted him. Abaddon had unwittingly saved his life from that mountain on two legs.
Sam had done something to him though. Over the course of those 8 hours he had started to change. Unwanted emotions bubbled to the surface, and even though he had just escaped he had a nasty craving for human blood already. Crowley blamed his lack of power and weakened state on the reliance of blood.
Right now though he needed to rally at least some of his followers, and heal for a fight with Abbadon soon. For now he would have to settle for the rundown motel across the street.
Several months later
"I'm telling you Sammy this town has a serious werewolf problem!" Dean argued with his brother.
Sam flipped through the pages of info he had gathered. "Says here they have regular predator problems towards the colder months, with regular cougar sightings as well. Should we really be wasting our time on a cougar attack?" He said furrowing his brows at the little bit of information he had missed that proved it was werewolves and not a cougar.
"No harm in not checking it out Sam, plus maybe I'll catch myself my own cougar if you know what I mean" Dean replied back winking and nudging his brother. Sammy could only groan at his brothers innuendo.
"Welcome to Hayward, Wisconsin." Sam absently read out when they entered the town. It was mid November and already several feet of snow covered the ground. There was a chill in the air, only 20 degrees outside. Sam hated hunting in the cold. It made everything more dangerous. Getting lost or injured in negative temperatures had been a death sentence for a few hunters before.
"Just quick in and out ok Dean?" Sam said.
"Sure Sammy anything you want." Dean replied sarcastically. His brother always worried too much. Unbeknownst to the brothers they were being followed.
Crowley chuckled and watched. Across the street the brothers checked into a crappy bar/motel combo. It was only 2:30 pm. Of course this would be Dean's go to. Cheap rooms, cheap beer, and cheap women. The town was a shithole in his opinion. Dreary. The whole town going nowhere. He'd already made several deals to corrupt police officers and drug junkies. 10 years all the drugs, sex, money and power they wanted. Honestly it didn't surprise him with there only being 2600 people in the whole of the town. Not like he didn't enjoy making deals anyways. More souls for Hell was never a bad thing.
Several minutes later the boys came outside wearing their ridiculous "FBI" getups. It wasn't until they had driven away to investigate that he went to the bar.
Good Knights huh? So good nights and shitty days is what you get in this town? Crowley scoffed at the bars name as he walked in. He sat down in a corner booth that had low lighting. He still looked like shit. He was still messed up from that damn blood ritual Sam had attempted on him.
A brunette looking bimbo with too much makeup and shorts too short for the weather walked over to him.
"What can I get you?" she huffed. Guess he looked like normal human trash to her in his current state.
"Bottle of 101 and a glass." He grumbled out, wanting her gone.
"Sure you can afford that?" She snidely replied. "Gonna be.." she trailed off as Crowley slapped several hundred onto the table. He put his elbows on the table and laced his fingers together leaning closer to her.
"Is that enough to get you to shut the hell up and leave me alone?" Crowley said threateningly. She gulped and nodded taking the money and running to the register before returning with his alcohol. With his new blood addiction he had taken to drinking more heavily. It was his only respite when he couldn't get his fix, even though alcohol barely did a thing for him at all, being a demon and everything.
101 Turkey whiskey was the cheapest most powerful thing he could find that did anything to him. Actually got him the human equivalent of "tipsy". He had been sitting nursing the bottle for quite a few hours. It was now 8 pm and more patrons were making their way in. Of course Jack and Jill had also made their way back after being gone all day hunting. Crowley sipped his glass, watching them as they sat at the main bar. Dean ordered the house burger and Sammy something a bit more healthy. They sat for a few hours drinking.
Crowley noticed the brunette pointing his way and whispering to what seemed to be the owner of the bar before getting her things and quitting her shift. He saw the owner eye him for a few seconds before returning to bartending.
It wasn't until half an hour later when Crowley heard an intoxicated Dean whistle, that his attention was drawn to the bar. Apparently the new shift bartender had arrived and Dean thought she was a looker. Deciding the boys were probably too intoxicated to notice him he made his way to the bar and sat down. The bartender walked over to him, and Squirrel definitely was not wrong about this one.
Looking at her, she definitely didn't belong in this place or town. She was short, with a curvy but athletic build. Her shirt cut perfectly to show off her breasts and various tattoos, in an attempt to make more tips. She had a slim face, with light platinum blonde hair with what looked like pastel blue from washing out. Her roots showed that blond wasn't her natural color. She seemed to know a bit more about makeup than the other waitress as hers was impeccably done her lipstick emphasizing her plump lips. What caught his attention the most though were her eyes. A light blue almost grey, and barely noticeable golden flecks. In all she was stunning. But she was staring at him oddly, with a fear in her eyes.
She cleared her throat. "What can I get you sir." She said meekly.
Not what he was expecting from someone who looked like they didn't give a shit about anyone or anything.
"Your best Scotch on the rocks…" he trailed off inquiring about her name.
"Brandi" She said quickly.
"Your best Scotch on the rocks please Brandi" Crowley purred at her.
Fumbling with the glass and bottle she set it in front of him before quickly pouring herself 6 shots of Jameson and downing them in succession. She served the Winchesters a few more drinks, putting up with Dean's advances well. She avoided Crowley like the plague though, only serving him when necessary and taking shots after every time. Crowley growled in frustration.
What the hell is wrong with this bartender? He asked himself. He watched as she slipped into the back room. An argument could be heard between her and her boss, before she finally stomped out.
"Fuck you Jake I'm quitting!" She yelled behind her shoulder flipping off her boss as she grabbed her things and left, but not before eyeing Crowley wearily.
Crowley could hear Dean grumble as he watched what he thought was his late night entertainment go out the door. They got up to chase after her. You could hear Dean swear as the girls car tires squealed out of the parking lot.
Fuck that place! Fuck Jake! Fuck this town, and all the drunk idiots in it! Brandi thought to herself.
How she had ended up in this ass backwards town she would never know. Probably lack of money for gas, or fix her shitty car that had broken down just outside of town not even 2 years ago. She had crossed the border to the US from Canada looking to road trip. She had always meant to go back home, but life didn't work out that way. With no money and not a legal citizen, her…current? Boss Jake had offered her a job, and a room above his bar for dirt cheap.
"SHIT!" She yelled to herself. She needed to apologize asap to Jake.
She wasn't usually the type to suck a cock for forgiveness, but Jake wasn't half bad looking. He had that tall dark lumberjack thing going on, he was probably 8 years her senior, and had a sexy dad bod. She had slept with him a few times in the past both drunk and sober, and he wasn't half bad.
She was so deep in thought she didn't notice an animal chasing a deer across the road, hitting the beast head on. The impact wasn't bad. Whatever she had hit had died immediately, she had a little whiplash and a small cut on her forehead from the window shield breaking, and a few small scrapes on her arms but otherwise ok. She slammed on her breaks, freaking out. She was fairly drunk. One of those fucking black eyed things had been in the bar…except his eyes had been red, so she had drank her self into a sense of safeness. No one believed her anyways when she said she saw things, at least the alcohol was a more believable excuse.
She stumbled around her car door and the hood of her car to see what she had hit. She was about to scream when she was tackled by something. It was clawing at her and growling, and God its breath. It stank of rotten meat and blood. She gagged.
"Get off her teen wolf!" she heard a familiar voice demand.
She hadn't noticed the black 67 impala that had come to a screech behind her. With the animal on top of her distracted she finally got a good look at it. It looked vaguely human, but grossly morphed and hairy. Its hands rough and ending in dangerously sharp claws.
Was this a werewolf? Did such things exist?
It sure would fucking explain a lot Brandi thought to herself.
"Now I'll give you till the count of three to get off this nice girl before I blow your head off with a silver bullet asshat." Dean said cockily. But before anything could be done the werewolf had exploded.
"What. The. FUCK!!!" Brandi screamed. She started freaking out at that point. She was covered in blood and guts and it had gotten in her mouth. Unable to control her stomach she leaned over and threw up.
"Hello boys." A gravely voice said as the man from the bar earlier stepped out of the shadows. Quickly Brandi stood up. Removing pieces of hair, skin and brains from her body while gagging.
"Crowley!" Dean and Sam said in unison taking on a defensive stance.
Brandi interrupted. "Wait you know…this…this..THING?!" She said a bit hysterically.
"Hmm now isnt that rude to say to the man who just cleaned you up?" Crowley said as he snapped his fingers instantly cleaning her of the blood and guts. She started hyperventilating.
"What the hell do you want Crowley." Sam demanded.
"Well you see Moose, after your little stunt in the church you got me hooked on a rather nasty habit. I'm just here for payback. Abbadon has taken over hell thanks to you idiots keeping from my throne." He scowled.
Brandi was listening in getting more and more confused.
"Hell? Abbadon? Like as in Demons? You're a demon?" she asked catching on a few seconds too slow.
"I'm not just any old demon kitten, I'm the bloody king of Hell!" He said smugly.
"So is that why you have red eyes? Because you're a demon?" Brandi asked a bit hysterical. She was having a hard time accepting that supernatural beings like demons existed.
Crowley froze. Sam and Dean looked at Crowley questioningly. He was acting weird. Not even a blink of the eye and Crowley was face to face with Brandi.
He roughly took her face in his hand. He was drilling holes into her with his eyes.
"I never showed you my eyes Love, so how do you know about them?" He exuded danger and authority in his question.
"Crowley let her go shes not involv.." Sam was cut off when he flew back into the impala.
"Sammy!" Dean yelled running over to his concussed brother.
Brandi quivered in fear under Crowley's hold. "I..I've seen others like you before..and others different from you. Like that..werewolf? Men and women with black eyes. People with horrible inhuman faces, s..some not even human at all." She stuttered out quickly, falling over her words.
Crowley looked at her closer than before. He could see fear, but she was tired, and not just from lack of sleep. He could see the dark circles hiding under her makeup. The years and sleepless nights taking their toll.
She had injured herself in the crash, her bloody forehead smeared with the rest of her makeup. Her clothes were ripped from being attacked by the were. Instantly Crowley summoned a wraith, a shapeshifter and his lovely loyal hellhound Juliet to his side. Brandi jumped and screamed. Her worst fears were coming true. She had actually gone fucking crazy, and now she was seeing even more terrifying things than before.
"Calm yourself love, they won't hurt you they work for me." Crowley said in her ear walking to stand behind her. He had his hands on her shoulders keeping her in place. "Now tell daddy Crowley what you see" He said in a husky voice.
He was getting excited. She had a great gift, and if she could see every supernatural out there he could take her and train her to identify them. It would make his job so much easier. Not to mention the smell of her blood was driving him nuts. He hadn't injected himself for a couple of days. He had been turned into a fucking junkie.
"S..s..some sort of huge dog…a…a I don't know its eyes are white almost glowing, its face seems blurry like its constantly changing or something, and...and jesus fucking christ I don't know what that last thing is…its face…its horrible" She stuttered out again. She was losing her sanity, and Crowley was giddy. She felt his hands tighten on her shoulders.
"Well boys I had planned to get rid of you once and for all, but you led me to a very important and interesting asset, and I need to secure it." Crowley said to Dean talking over Brandi. She was lost in her mind anyways. She wanted a smoke or ten and enough alcohol to blackout a horse. And this guy was dangerous. She didn't hear what this Crowley guy had said, until she felt her stomach turning and she was in a vastly different place then she was just seconds ago.