Twelve Days Of Angstmas: Day Seven- Crowley

Characters: Crowley, Sam, Dean

Word Count: 915

Summary: They've burnt down his house. They've eaten his tailor. They've hunted him across the bloody ends of the earth! And now Lucifer's agents have caught up to him. Is there anyone a hunted demon can turn to?

Spoilers: Set between 5.20 and 5.21, so, spoilers for season 5, I guess. And uh, I may have accidentally made a few Good Omens references. They're really little though, so you honestly don't have to have read it.

Disclaimer: I accidentally lost the paperwork… oops. So it's still not mine. And neither is Good Omens.

A/N: Here's today's update part two! So, if you haven't seen the previous chapter, that one's new too. Anyway, I bring to you a snarky, injured, British demon, because I absolutely adore Crowley! And on the Good Omens front… I can't help it. I am fascinated with GO/SPN crossovers (as anyone reading the one I'm posting right now can attest). There's only a few vague references in this chapter though, so to anyone who hasn't read the book, that's fine (though you should, it's great), it just means I'm going to be playing around with Crowley's history a bit. However, I am planning a bigger crossover in a few days, so… be prepared. It's coming! (evil laughter)

And so ends the Super Long Author's Note of Doom™!


Crowley

Well, one certainly knows they're in bad shape when demons start drawing Devil's Traps, Crowley reflected, trying very, very hard not to have a meltdown. All his weeks of hiding, and this is what it came to?

"Crowley, Crowley, Crowley," the demon stated, the corners of her mouth twitching. "You piece of disloyal scum. Everyone's been looking for you, and we find you in Boston? Really?"

"What can I say?" he stated. Bluster and bravado, that was how he'd get out of this one. Bluster and bravado. "I'm a Red Sox fan."

"I'm sure." The demon sauntered around the edges of the circle, grinning in a predatory way that he really didn't like. "You know, our Lord's gonna come see you. In person."

Oh, damn. Face-time with the Devil was not a good thing. "You can tell him not to bother," he tried. "I wouldn't want to put him through any trouble."

"Oh, it's no trouble. No trouble at all. I hear he's actually been wanting to talk to you for a while. Ever since… 1990, was it?"

Oh, damn.

"I admit, I never would have guessed you of all people to have gotten mixed up in that," she purred. "But I suppose you've done a good job at hiding yourself since."

Crowley laughed nervously. Oh, this was so not good. If only he had access to his cell phone. "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about."

The demon laughed right back. "I'm sure you do." She grinned like a shark. "And I'm sure we'll have lots of fun talks about it."

His blood ran cold. "What?"

"Our Lord will come to visit when he has the inclination. Until then, I have free reign." She clasped her hands together and stared at him earnestly. "We are going to have so much fun."

He didn't even have time to react to this rather ominous statement before everything went black.

xXx

His memories of what came next were a little fuzzy. He thought he could recall laughter, and the pain of steel biting his skin, and salt and holy water, and someone screaming, and that someone might have been him.

By the time he could think clearly enough to… well, think, it had to have been days.

And he felt absolutely horrible.

But the room was silent. That was something. No more crazy demon bitches.

Wait, no. There was noise outside now. Noise that sounded like… fighting? Crowley tried to raise his head to see, but he suddenly found that that was absolutely impossible, if he didn't want it to fall off.

The door opened, and he braced himself for the worst.

"Holy shit," someone breathed. He knew that voice, and he didn't like it. "Is that Crowley?"

"Yeah," a second person growled. Oh, brilliant. "That's him."

"Oh, God."

"Yeah, guy looks like he's been through a meat grinder." The man laughed humorlessly, his footsteps resounding closer. "Only question is, what do we do with him?"

The first one was silent for a moment, then: "Well, we can't just leave him here." And that was enough to try and make him look up. What the hell was this man playing at? Of all the people he'd think would sort of stand up for him, he would be last on the list.

But that small movement was a bad idea. A very bad idea. The last thing he saw before spiraling back into unconsciousness was two comically shocked faces.

xXx

The first thing Crowley noticed was that there was a Devil's Trap on the ceiling. It was obviously hastily painted, a fact that honestly didn't make him feel all that much better. He'd had enough of the things.

The second thing Crowley noticed was that he hurt. All over. This was worse than the bloody Inquisition (and he'd needed a week's worth of alcohol to recover from that)! He moaned.

"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty," someone said to his right.

Oh, bloody hell, no.

Yes indeed, there he was. The Squirrel, in all his glory. He stood with his arms folded smugly across his chest, glaring at him as if this whole thing were somehow his fault. Which it wasn't, definitely not.

But it also didn't make any sense. Why would a bloody Winchester rescue him? Some of the confusion he felt must have shown in his face, because the Squirrel sighed.

"Look, I hate you, okay? You're a demon, and I should probably kill you here and now. But you helped us out last week, and besides, you wouldn't be in any condition to fight back right now." The demon bristled at this, despite knowing that the boy was right. "And… well you're on our side, which is more than we can say for most of the world. We're running out of allies, so you'll have to do."

Crowley took this to mean that there was some sort of trouble in brotherly paradise (when wasn't there?) and their pet angel was still nowhere to be found (because yes, he did know about that, and no, he was not interested in letting the Winchesters know that he knew. He rather liked being alive, thank you).

But he really didn't care. For now, he was still in the land of the living, and if he wasn't mistaken, he was being offered a place to rest up for a while. That was all that mattered.

He was a demon, after all. What more could you expect of him?