Chapter 1 The First Meeting

Notes Okay so if you know me… you know I'm the most hesitant to write for or draw the things (characters) I like the most… so even though I've been in love with supernatural I haven't gotten around to doing anything with it (other than a few sketches and reading some stories) buuuut I really want to write… and not my predator story (sorry)

Anyway… like I said I read a few stories on here and have since decided to try my hand at it… so forgive me if It appears somehow Mary sue, but I feel my idea is somewhat different than what I've found on here…also I understand my writing style's probably really incredibly irritating to some of you… I'm sorry about that… but whatever… so… as Mister J says… here we go…

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She called herself Ophelia, after the character in Hamlet, not that she would admit it to anyone. It was a way of poking fun at her so called sanity.

She was a demon, who specialized in finding people, or things, aided by her shadow creatures, or "whispers" as she called them, as in "I heard it from a whisper." These creatures were corrupted spirits and were devoted entirely to her.

Her ability, as it was, made her a valuable enough asset for the approaching apocalypse. Her primary job was to find appropriate "flesh suits" and she would do so… for a price…

Demon or not, Ophelia was a fan of fun, and she didn't want that fun to end; the 'fun' being the human game.

Round and round they would go, each and every generation repeating the same mistakes and pitfalls, and all roads ended in pain, suffering, and death.

For someone detached from the situation it truly was funny.

Then she heard of a demon.

A demon she knew.

And rumor had it he was helping the Winchesters in their fight against the Devil.

And this gave Ophelia an idea… but first… she needed to find him…

When her whispers returned she set her plan in motion…

It wasn't too hard sneaking away; demons typically didn't want to deal with her. She had a habit of being too… psychotic, and bubbly for hell.

Anyway…

Ophelia made sure to hide her trail, popping from town to town, running little errands. Finally she arrived on a dark street, before a decaying house.

Upon entry she found it empty.

With a pout she took a seat on the table… and waited.

When the demon inhabitant returned he stiffened, sensing the female.

Ophelia smiles kindly.

"How rude, making a lady wait all this time, alone in such a dark scary place" the girl purrs pretending to be hurt.

Crowley didn't respond, thinking better of a 'you're no lady' comment. He knew who she was, what she did, and he was painfully aware of the potential danger in the current situation.

Ophelia sensed his anxiety.

She giggled.

"Don't worry, I'm here on my own… to help… you" she stands and moves closer to him; her ever present smile painted on her face.

When she was close enough Crowley pounced, catching her by the neck and pinning her to the wall.

He applied enough pressure to threaten her.

"Why are you really here?" he demanded.

"Oh Crowley, ever the romantic" she purrs.

"Answer the question!"

Ophelia scrunches her nose, seemingly trying to remember something.

"I thought I did…"

The demon male growls at her, he narrows his eyes, and increases the pressure on her neck.

Behind him her 'whispers' loomed angrily awaiting their master's orders.

Rather than 'say the word' she decides to answer his question.

"Like I said, I'm here to help…" she struggles to speak slightly against his grip.

"Why?" he demands, loosening his hold slightly to allow her to respond easier.

"Because, with the humans gone it'll be oh so dull and boring" Ophelia pouts, "besides I'm tired of the way I'm being treated down there," she looks away annoyed, "Lucy seems to think I'm his secretary or something…" she hisses.

"You've spoken to him?" the male raises an eyebrow.

"More like 'make yourself useful honey and go get me a coffee' sort of thing" the females rolls his eyes, "and compared to the other guys… he's nice to me…"

Ophelia smiles at the male.

"I hear that's why you're helping those boys" she giggled softly, but not unkindly.

"And, so what if it is?"

"I want in," Ophelia purrs.

"What makes you think I need, or want your help?" Crowley responds.

Ophelia doesn't answer, but raises a hand and strokes his cheek.

"Besides I kinda like you… I'd rather you not be killed…"

Crowley was struck with a realization, the whole while his hand had been on her throat she hadn't moved. A normal person would have, in the very least, placed their hands on his; in an attempt to pry his hand off her neck. The girl however, kept hers passively by her side, as if she was aroused by the situation, or she trusted him.

With the new insight, the male pulled back, and stepped away from the girl.

Ophelia smiled gently, and stepped away from the wall but didn't go as far as closing the distance between her and the man.

Pouting she looks up with innocent eyes. She found that the best way to win a man over was innocence; a man loved a damsel in distress… most of the time…

"I've never been very good at persuasion" she says truthfully. "…not like you"

Ophelia pauses, waiting for a response, when she receives none Ophelia pouts. Turning, she heads to the door.

"Just so you know," she purrs, turning back, "I told them I couldn't find you" She says truthfully before vanishing in a puff of colored smoke.

End Chapter 1

Follow up notes- I know it was short… and in all honesty I had the next several sentences mapped out in my head… but I lost it… so this seemed like a pretty good place to leave off… hope you like it… and please be kind with the reviews… but review… please… it makes me happy ^_^