Note - rated mature for later chapters! This is just an introduction and not a proper chapter.
"So you're just going to give us the bracelet...just like that?" Dean asked with suspicion.
"No, it comes with a price...of course," Amber let her red crossroads demon eyes flash, "You give me a vial of your blood,"
They were meeting outside a derelict diner on the outskirts of a town by a freeway, the old stone parking lot overgrown with weeds. The grey clouds suggested it would rain soon.
Sam visibly gulped and Dean looked like someone had smashed the windows of the Impala, "No! God knows what you could do with a vial of mine or Sam's blood, missy!"
"Okay then, so I guess I'll just take this bracelet...the one that you need to burn to get rid of that old lady's ghost, and hide it somewhere you'll never find-"
Dean placed his hand on Amber's wrist in a rage, "We NEED that bracelet you little-" Dean looked behind Amber all of a sudden and looked like he was about to explode.
"Give squirrel the bracelet, Amber, stop playing mind games," Crowley deliciously uttered with that accent of his.
Amber did as she was told and Dean gave her a smug grin, "Thanks...I guess?" He didn't like thanking Crowley for anything, least of all for something both brothers needed to get rid of an elderly ghost that kept possessing people and making them murder innocent people...their usual job.
"C'mon, Sammy, let's go burn old Betty's bones," He got into the Impala, placed the bracelet on the dashboard, and Sammy got into the opposite side, they both shut the doors, the signature rev of the engine firing up and they were gone, exhaust fumes left in their trail.
Crowley stood facing Amber with his hands in his pockets, "I thought I told you to leave Moose and Squirrel alone? Do NOT mess with their heads, or with them, anyone who does normally ends up dead..." He sternly and firmly explained. "Shouldn't you be out answering summonings, making deals...do you deliberately disobey me?" He shot a disgusted look at her. Standing there in her jeans, black trainers, red short sleeved top and leather jacket, Amber looked down at the parking lot floor.
"No, my King, I thought you could use the bracelet to bargain with them when you needed it, that's all, something they need for something you need,"
"Go on, tell me more?" Crowley listened, "...and don't take all day, I have Hell to run,"
"I was taking a break in a diner when I heard the brothers talking about a bracelet they needed to get rid of a ghost, that it was in storage with the old lady's belongings. So naturally I zapped in there, took the bracelet, and then I contacted them to let them know I had it and to arrange to meet,"
"How did you get Squirrel's number?" Crowley asked.
"From your cell, when you were yelling at that other crossroads demon I was training, you didn't even feel me take the phone, write the number on my hand, and place it back," She knew she was treading on dangerous ground by admitting that.
"I should burn you alive for that, but...I won't," He smirked.
Amber wondered why she wouldn't get into trouble for this. She had to admit though, when he got angry at her and then acted smug, it was very hot.
He took her by the hand, "Come on, it's about to rain, let's go back to Hell,"
"Oh joy, that place?" Amber gave him a look that said 'do I have to?'.
"My private living quarters, not the craphole you're used to." He simply said and reality warped around them.
Before Amber could even realise what he had said or realise where they had gone, they were there.
"So, I was saying, you've been a...very...disobedient...demoness, and it's time you were punished for your action..." Crowley said with almost a growl in his tone, knowing she would pick up on exactly what kind of punishment he meant.
"Wow, I'm flattered, Crowley, so you've finally gotten the hint, huh?" Amber smirked.
"No...you mean, all those times you blew me a kiss behind my back when I had just yelled at you, and the other demons had thought I didn't hear them giggling, you must think I'm born yesterday, my darling. I had noticed that look you give me, love, the look of lust in your eyes that you try so hard to disguise, you're forgetting we demons have super senses," He explained. He sat down on one of his leather black sofas and beckoned her to join him by patting the seat. He poured himself a glass of his favourite scotch.
"I'm not that easy a catch, Crowley, and you know it," Amber loved playing hard to get and teleported out of there, "Catch you next time!" She fully expected him to play her kinky little game of 'cat and mouse'.
"Damn...should've warded the place...but then, how would I get back into the building?" He pondered, relaxed with the scotch and put his feet up, enjoying the romantic game of cat and mouse Amber had suddenly started with him. "I'll find you, pretty little demoness,"