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It was interesting. Crowley pretended to be absorbed by the paperwork in front of him, but he was watching his court out of the corner of his eye. There was a definite uneasiness in the room as well as a sense of curiosity. Jerald must have been running his mouth to the other demons. Which meant this rumor had to be dealt with immediately lest they have an angry Moose on their tails. Crowley shifted his weight on his throne and looked over the documents again. They were simple issues that were easily delegated.
The elephant in the room was currently not present. Crowley did not want to bring Dean to his court for several reasons. Dean was still getting used to being a demon and may decide to use his newfound powers to play the hunter role. Or Dean may wander off and spill some innocent blood. Crowley wasn't positive what would constitute as innocent blood but he wasn't going to take the risk. Instead he decided to leave Dean with his credit card in some bar off of the highway. Best case scenario: the entirety of the bar would be blood and guts when he returned. Worse case scenario: Dean would wander off and Crowely would have to go searching for his bloody ass.
The King paused as he realized he had essentially signed up to watch a child. No wonder Moose went batty.
"Sir," A pretty raven haired demon took a step forward.
Crowley handed the paperwork back to Jerald, "get James to fix the problem in Chesapeake." He nodded to the pretty demon to show that he was now listening to her.
"Sam Winchester is summoning demons left and right and then torturing them for information." She told him. The rest of the room had stilled to hear the conversation.
"We may have to halt our crossroads deals if that's the case," Crowley frowned. "Has any information been given?"
The demon shook her head, "No." she paused. "It seems as if he's been trying to find information on his brother."
Crowley could feel the eyes on him.
"There are rumors," the woman pressed on, "that Dean Winchester has been possessed."
Crowley smirked and glanced at Jerald, "Is that what it looked like to you?"
Jerald swallowed and then nodded.
"Dean Winchester is not possessed," Crowley smirked. "He is a demon."
The demon's eyes widened.
"A knight of hell to be precise," Crowley continued. "And I would suggest you keep your mouths shut or he will come and show you what all that entails."
"And…Sam Winchester," Jerald asked quietly.
"Whomever mentions a word to Sam about his brother will find out first-hand what Allastair taught Dean during his first stay in Hell."
Underneath the large sign, the King of Hell suddenly appeared. He noted immediately that Dean's impala was still parked at the bar and he began whistling an old Scottish tune. It always made him giddy when the demons skittered past him in fear. Sure, it was fear of Dean with demon powers but Crowley controlled Dean. With Dean by his side, they could make the perfect Hell.
Crowley opened the door to the bar and was greeted by the rock music and the smell of smoke. He paused as the door slammed behind him to look around. He glanced to his right and then past the bar. Then he began turning his head around. There was no Dean in sight. Of course he wandered off.
Crowley clenched his jaw and headed for the bar. He raised his fingers to catch the attention of the tall redhead handing out drinks.
"What can I get you sweetie?" She smiled as a curl fell out of her bun.
"I am looking for my friend: tall, annoying, endless pit of a stomach that he's trying to fill with hot wings."
"You mean the ass who knocked out Jimmy," she tilted her head in annoyance.
"Sounds about right," Crowley grinned.
"He left about half an hour ago," she looked down the bar to another patron.
Crowley motioned to get her attention, "any idea where he may have gone?"
"Maybe he went to sleep it off across the street," the redhead shrugged and headed toward the other patron.
Crowley sighed and headed for the door. Across the highway was a cheap motel that screamed Winchester, though Crowley would never be caught dead in such a place. He made his way in the main office and lifted his hand in preparation of tossing the mortal across the room. He paused as he realized the man in charge was actually asleep and didn't require being knocked unconscious. He rolled his eyes and grabbed the sign-in sheet. Glancing down the sheet he saw 'Dean Johnson' was signed in at 11:12 pm, nearly 45 minutes ago.
Crowley felt his jaw click and he shoved the paper into his coat. It was almost like the idiot was leaving a trail for the giraffe to find. Crowley didn't bother looking for the spare key, he knew how to open a door with simple magic. He found the door quickly enough and with a twist of his hand next to the doorknob it unlocked and Crowley headed on in fully intending to give that knight a swift kick in the ass.
Crowley stopped in his tracks.
A blonde was clutching the sheets in desperation as her entire body was rocked by the force of Dean's thrusts. Her back was arched and her eyes clenched as she rode the orgasm that was laced with pain from the rough assault. Though the noises she was making confirmed that she was enjoying every second of it.
The hard motion made her breasts jostle perfectly with no restraint, but Crowley's eyes were focused on Dean. Dean who's back was to the King of Hell. A back that showed every sinewy muscle as he continued his rough onslaught. The rippling muscles in his arms as he pulled on her legs. The beads of sweat dripping down his spine to his ass that was better than Crowley had even imagined.
Crowley turned on his heel and shut the door behind him. He needed a drink.
The redhead, Nicole, filled Crowley's whiskey as the King scrolled through his phone. He looked up and gave her a suggestive smirk. She smirked back but he was sure she was angling for a tip and not for a fun night. Crowley looked back down at his phone as she walked away. He needed a distraction after witnessing that damn Winchester in all his glory. He could give one of his demons a call. Giselle was somewhere in Nashville if he remembered correctly.
"Enjoy the show?"
His finger paused on Giselle's contact information and he glanced to his right to see Dean taking a seat next to him. The damn Winchester was smirking. He wondered if he was smirking because he had just gotten laid or because he had effectively snuck up on the King of Hell. Crowley had a bad feeling that Dean hadn't even intentionally snuck up on him. It put the King at unease.
"I doubt you could have found a more jiggly tart," Crowley smirked back at him.
Dean chuckled and ran a hand through his sexed hair. "I doubt it."
Crowley turned to see that Nicole was looking in their direction and she did not look too pleased.
"I think we are about to be thrown out," Crowley informed Dean.
"They can try," Dean's smile was broad and reminded Crowley of someone baring their fangs.
"How about we have a change of scenery?" Crowley stood up and tossed some bills down next to his glass.
Dean furrowed his brow, "Where?"
The door of the hotel suite opened and Dean's jaw dropped.
"Sonofabitch," he muttered. He wandered right past the kitchen area and headed into the living room. He looked out the giant window to see the lights of Nashville shining brightly. Then he did a double take to his left. "sonofabitch!"
Crowley chuckled as the hunter stared at the extremely large TV. He turned and headed into the kitchen to check the accommodations. It was up to par with his standard of living.
"SONOFABITCH!"
Evidently it was suitable for his knight. Crowley pulled out his phone and began texting Jerald the supplies he would need for his stay in this particular city.
"THERE'S A JACUZZI INSTEAD OF A TUB!"
Crowley couldn't help but chuckle as he heard Dean swear again. Probably at the balcony. He then heard a loud 'thwump' which could only be the knight belly flopping onto the king sized bed.
"Do you want whiskey or beer?" Crowley called as he was finishing off his list. There was a muffled reply that Crowley couldn't quite make out. "both," Crowley shrugged. He sent the text to Jerald and headed into the room. Sure enough, Dean was face down and sprawled across the entirety of the bed.
"I think room service is in order, shall I have them bring up some wings?" Crowley smirked from the doorway.
Dean's head popped up, "Do you think they have pie?"
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I keep trying to write the ..uhhh...more risque stuff but dammit all, Dean is a classy lady and has to ease into it! XD
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