There you stood, looking over the new face before you. His scruffy beard covered face was watching your every movement intently. "Who are you? Where's Dean? And Sam?" You covered yourself, pulling at Sam's shirt so your body was no longer exposed to this stranger.
"Oh don't worry, your new little pet is just fine." Crowley said, Shoving his hands in his pockets and starting to make his way around you.
You kept your eyes on him as he circled you, "Pet?"
"The Squirrel." He stood in front of you again. "Well I can take you to them if you'd like. They're just downstairs." He gestured to the open door, the one you had previously ran through. You started to walk towards it, not taking your eyes off the unfamiliar face.
Suddenly you were no longer in the hotel. No. You were in a completely different place now. The air was cold, and you were once again reminded that you were wearing little to nothing. You hugged your arms close, turning to find the new man, only to find that you were now alone.
"Dean? Sam?" You yelled, walking down the dimly lit hallway. Fear grew inside of you the farther you made your way down. You kept looking back, hoping that the stranger would appear, that anyone would. "Dean?" You whispered, pushing open a door.
It creaked, and with slow footsteps you entered the small room. You tried to allow your eyes to adjust but before they completely could you made out two shapes that stood out. You ran to them, falling to your knees and pulling off a rather large thing of fabric.
Sam sat limp in his seat, you cupped his face in your hand, "Sam?" Instantly you looked over at the other person in the room. It had to be Dean right? "Dean!" You yelled sliding in front of him. You pulled off his fabric and held his face up. "Dean, please!"
"Oh good you found them." The British voice sounded again, and suddenly the room was illuminated. "And I was thinking you were just another… Well." He gestured to all of you and turned his back to you. Pouring himself a glass of whiskey.
You stood now, your hand lingering on Dean's shoulder. "What are you doing to them?"
"I have some questions. This is just theatrics really." He waved his hand around the room. "Been a while since I called upon the boys and done a little beating. They should wake up soon. Which means." Crowley snapped, and suddenly the room filled with black smoke.
The smoke pushed you into a chair of your own, and with another snap from Crowley's fingers chains wrapped around your wrists and ankles, tying you in place. "Now the real fun will begin." Crowley circled behind you and tied a gag around your mouth, keeping you from making any sort of coherent words.
Sam was the first to wake up, he shook his head and quickly scanned the room struggling to break free of his own chains. When he found you facing him he took a double take, and than his face filled with a sort of sadness you hadn't seen on him before. "Are you okay?"
You nodded, and pointed your head towards Dean. Sam struggled again, the sounds of the chains clanking together echoed in the room. Crowley had disappeared with out a word again, leaving you unable to talk as you waited for the boys to wake up.
Dean stirred, following the same movements as his brother. He pulled at the chains holding him down and looked around the room. "Damnit!" He yelled making you flinch. "You okay Y/N? Sammy?"
"We're good." Sam answered for the both of you. You nodded, your attempt to show Dean that you were okay. "Who has us here?"
"When I find out…" Dean tried to shake his way out of the chair, tried to knock it over only to find that it had been cemented to the floor.
"Really Dean?" Crowley asked, walking into the room and shutting the door behind him. "After all our good times? What are you going to do? Stab me with that little angel stick you carry around? Perhaps the demon blade? Come on."
You sat confused, watching the scene unfold in front of you. Angel stick? Demon blade?
"Crowley you let her go. She has nothing to do with this." Dean said through clenched teeth. Crowley stood a mere inches in front of him, just out of harms way if Dean were to try and attack.
Crowley let out a small laugh, he turned his back to Dean and walked towards you again. He stood behind you, dragging a finger down your cheek to your exposed chest."On the contrary. She's my leverage."
Dean eyed Crowley with so much hatred, so much anger, that it was beginning to fill the room. Sam kept looking back and forth between his brother and Crowley, unsure of what could possibly happen next. "She has no idea." Sam said, defending Dean's earlier statements.
"Even better." Crowley stood now, his hands on your shoulders. You couldn't see him, but you could bet that he was smiling, giving Dean more fuel for his fire.
"Damnit Crowley!" Dean struggled one more time to break free. You could see the chains biting into his skin and knew if he tried a few more times he was going to be cut and bleeding. You didn't dare try to move. The chains rested on your already bruised wrists, and the last thing you wanted was the clouds of black smoke to reappear.
"Now that we're almost all on the same page. Lets discuss why we're all here shall we?" Crowley left you, returning to his table and making himself another drink. "I think you boys know why I need to have a little chat with you."
Sam pulled at his chains now, "And the chains are for?"
"Theatrics really. I couldn't very well chain up your new pet without you both trying to attack. And this is a new suit, Dean-o here would be ripping it to shreds or covering it in blood by now." Crowley pat. Dean on the shoulder. Dean who sat unmoving except his eyes which never left Crowley.
"Or you could have left her out and called like a normal person." Sam said
"Ah, normal person. Well you see Moose, I have tried calling. But Dean here keeps hitting that pesky 'Ignore' button." Crowley was testing his fate with Dean, standing so close, and the little touches he would leave on Dean's arms and shoulders. Even you feared seeing Dean this angry. And you thought you had seen the worst of him at the club. "So I thought I'd just drag you both here. Have a little chat."
"Well, we're here. Get chatting." Dean finally said, his teeth still clenched tightly. His whole body seemed clenched, and he always looked ready to pounce. Sam looked just as angry as Dean, only for different reasons. Sam knew that involving you was a mistake. He knew how Dean got when someone threatened his little brother, and had seen Dean when someone threatened Lisa in the past. It was not someone who needed to be messed with. And Crowley was barking up the wrong tree.
"Dean, Dean, Dean. Calm down would you,? I wouldn't harm a head on this perfect specimen here." Your heart raced as Crowley approached you again, pounding so loud in your chest you feared that they could all hear. Crowley didn't touch you this time, he just stood to close for comfort. You could smell his whiskey, could feel the brush of his pant legs against your exposed skin.
"Then let her go." Both brothers said.
"No I can't do that. She's probably got a million questions. Don't you deary." He forced you to nod, your chin in his hands as he bobbed your head up and down. At this point you weren't breathing at all. His icy cold hands seemed to suck the breath right out of you. "Lets answer some of those questions shall we?"
Dean scoffed, prying Crowley's attention away from you. "Why does everything need to be such a show with you? Tell us why you had to chain us up and let us go."
Crowley shook his head and brought his attention back to you. "Now tell me what is racing in that head of yours." He untied the gag around your mouth and as if on instinct you moved your jaw around wishing you had a free hand to massage it with.
You didn't speak, you sat there looking into Crowley's eyes for what seemed like forever. Trapped in them really. It wasn't until you heard the scuff of Sam's shoe on the ground that you realized you were still tied up, still being held captive by this man, this man you still didn't know. "Who are you?" Your voice was so much calmer than you had expected. And even though every fiber of you was telling you to yell for help, you knew that it was an impossible feat.
"Good first question." Crowley circled around you, nodding his head. "My name is Crowley, and I am the King of Hell."
"Hell?" You asked.
You could see Dean rolling his eyes, see him slowly attempting to break free of his chains, only to fail. Crowley paid no mind to this, or if he did, he didn't show it. "Demons, Satan, Lucifer. The whole shebang really."
You sat there, drinking in what was just said aloud. "But its not-"
"Real? Oh you really snagged a good one here Dean." Crowley let out a small chuckle. "Everything is real darling. And your boy toy over there, hunts it all. Demons, angels, creepy monsters of the night."
You sat back in your chair, eyes focused on the ground. "Here, need a drink?" Crowley offered his drink, and while you wanted to take it, you shook your head no. "Next question."
Things seemed to be moving slower now, as if the room suddenly filled with a thick molasses. You looked around, eyes meeting with Dean for a faction of a moment. His anger was gone, washed away instead with worry and a hint of sadness. He no longer looked like he was trying to break free either.
You glanced at Sam, who's worry was more than evident on his face. You sighed, slumming in your chair and focusing on the concrete floors once more. "Why am I here?"
"Another good question." Crowley gave a little clap, "I have a favor to ask of these boys, and something is telling me that having you around will make them say yes."
"Just ask us already." Sam said rolling his eyes.
Crowley stood between the boys, took a long drink from his tumbler and went to fix himself another drink. "I'm not done answering her questions. Or am I?" He asked you.
"I don't have anything else to ask." Your voice was small and broken. Your eyes never left the floor but you could hear the tapping of Crowley's over expensive shoes on the ground as he walked around the small room.
He was near you again, but you had lost the ability to be scared. King of Hell? You told yourself you must be dreaming and that none of this was real. "Shame really. I could tell you so much." He sighed, "Fine down to business. Boys, I have a job for you to do."
"Of course." Sam said. Dean wasn't talking now. He sat slumped in his chair looking defeated.
Crowley noticed this, and kept near you. He drug his hand slowly down your arm, "Its s simple one really. Find this man and bring him to me. Preferably alive." He threw Dean the picture, it landed perfectly in his lap. He looked down at it and nodded. Nothing more.
"That's it? The theatrics for that?" Sam asked, growing annoyed. "Who is he? Why can't you find him yourself?"
Crowley sighed, "Seems he's picked up a few tricks. Can't seem to find the bloody bastard anywhere."
"Send a demon after him." Sam yelled.
"Can't." Crowley shrugged. "He's hiding from us. He wont hide from you lot though."
"Damnit Crowley." Again Sam tried to break free, rattling his chains around his wrists and ankles. He stopped when nothing happened, when only pain seeped up through the chains down to his bones. And now it was his turn to glare evilly at Crowley. Dean had given up completely, waiting patiently to be let go.
"Thank you." Crowley snapped and the boys disappeared. "Sorry about that love. Now its just you and me."
"I'd like to go home." You said, watching Crowley take Sam's chair for his own now. The chains were gone, now it looked as if it were a normal seat.
He crossed his legs and eyed you, swirling the dark liquid in his tumbler. "Not back to the hotel with Lover-Boy?" He gestured to where Dean had been sitting previously.
"No. Home." You sighed.
"Deal's a Deal." And with that Crowley snapped.
