"Crowley!" She moaned from the pain, doubling over for a second before forcing herself to straighten back up. The pain was crawling down her arm and up her neck, into her head where it felt like it was slowly crushing her skull.
Crowley chucked and took a sip from his glass. "Not quite what I was looking for, love. I must say though, I am flattered," He took one more small step forward, only further increasing Eloise's agony. Her yelp brought Bobby's fists down on his desk
"What are you doing to her?" Bobby demanded.
"Don't get your knickers in a bunch. She's done this to herself," He never broke eye contact with Eloise. "Haven't you, love?" She whimpered.
"What do you want me to say, Crowley? Please? Is that it? Is that your magic word?" He looked around, making eye contact with everyone else in the room.
"Does that sound like me?" He asked no one in particular.
Teasingly, he took one more step forward. It was all Eloise could do to keep from collapsing. Sam stepped forward to catch her, but was frozen mid stride.
"Ah-ah Moose. Your friend here needs to handle her own problem," Eloise swallowed thickly, her eyes feeling like they were about to burst out of her head.
"Please," She breathed, doing her best to focus her now splotchy vision on Crowley. "What do you want me to do," At this point she was ready to drop to her knees and beg. Getting him to save her life while she was bleeding out was less strenuous than this.
"Come on now, you know what I like," He was right in front of her now, looking down at her with a sly smirk. He was close enough to touch had she been able to move properly.
Eloise took a deep breath and closed her eyes, letting the pain and the longing for it to end consume her. She gave in, which was much easier when she wasn't aware of her family's eyes on her.
"Crowley," She looked up at him, suddenly glad he was so close. He eclipsed everything else. "Please, just make it stop," She sounded broken, which she knew was exactly what he wanted. His smile grew and he tipped up her chin.
"Make what stop?" She squeaked, eyes filing with tears.
Why? Why are you doing this to me? In front of my family, my friends? Why do you make me beg?
"The pain, Crowley," At first, she couldn't keep the resentment out of her voice, but she knew the only way to end it was to fully appreciate that he was the only thing that could end her torment. "Please, make the pain go away," He tilted his head.
"Good enough for now, I suppose," He released her chin and tugged down her shirt sleeve, slowly rubbing his thumb across the brand; his brand.
Sam stumbled, free from his entrapment, and Crowley took a step back. Eloise gasped at the sudden alleviation of her pain, blinking hard and taking deep breaths as to not lose consciousness.
"What the hell is going on?" Bobby shouted. Sam caught his balance and grabbed Eloise, but she pulled away from him.
"I believe it's story time," Crowley announced, looking all too pleased with himself.
"Then do me a favor and pull up a chair," Eloise said boldly, realizing the second the words left her mouth she was going to regret them.
Without a word, Crowley crossed the room, grabbed a wooden chair, and set it down next to Eloise. As soon as she moved to sit in it he beat her too it and then pulled her down onto his lap. His arm curled tightly around her waist and she looked away shamefully. Unfortunately, there was really nowhere to look that someone wasn't staring at her as if she'd grown a second head.
"Well?" Bobby prompted.
"I was dying-"
"So you sold your soul to Crowley?" Dean shouted.
"I didn't want to die, Dean. I know. I've committed blasphemy," The words all came out in a heated rush. Crowley sipped his drink, enjoying the scene before him.