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Crowley sat on the bed, turning the blade in his hand, smiling lazily at it. When his phone started ringing, he glanced at it. Not Moose. Then it wasn't be important.
Whoever it was – it was not his Moose.
He put the blade on the table and reached out to the still ringing phone. Pressing the decline button, he opened his contact list a few seconds later, scrolling through it. Moose was the first contact in the list, followed by Not Moose, Not Moose, Not Moose, Not Moose...
Close to pressing Call, he sighed suddenly and put the phone away again.
What the hell was wrong with him? The only thing he could think about, was Sam Winchester. He didn't know, if it was only attraction or maybe really something… more? But how would that work out? No, it wouldn't. As far as Crowley knew it, Moose was not gay. And definitely not interested in the King of Hell – a demon.
Annoyed, he lay back, shutting his eyes and grabbing the first blade again. If he could just see Sam again. Getting him or his brother… Getting Moose himself would make Dean furious, he would do anything to get his brother back, but if he would abduct the older Winchester, the younger would do… anything… anything to get Dean back. Anything, Crowley thought a smile coming to his face. He sat up and tried to think of a plan. How could he get him…?
Standing up, Crowley paced his room. He needed blood again anyways. Winchester blood, he thought, humming happily. Dean's must be familiar to Sam's, so… He couldn't wait for it.
He grabbed his phone and smiled at his contact list. Not Moose. Which one was Dean now? Chuckling a little, he dialed every single one, eager to find Dean's.
Dean, Dean, Dean. Push Moose right into my arms.