So chapter, I forget which, but yay! This one doesn't have Sam or Jo till the very end and it instead follows Dean. :D Hope you enjoy.
Footsteps. Dean Winchester walked the length of the hallway, pausing before the door at the very end. He tilted his head quizzically and with his super-hearing, could tell the sounds of someone else beyond that door.
His upper lip curled into what could almost be considered a snarl as he wrenched the door open, the First Blade in hand. His green gaze swept the room to fall upon a man standing at the bar. This man was shorter than Dean and he wore a suit as he prepared a fruity drink. When he turned, his hair was thinning at the front and his eyes were dark.
When those eyes locked with Dean's, the ex-hunter's green irises bled into black and it showed the demon he was. The man smiled, toasting the glass, "Nice range you got here; been thinking of investing into my own cocktail bar." He swirled the drink and took a sip, his other hand in the pocket of his jacket as he stared at Dean.
"Crowley," Dean growled, his fingers tightening around the handle of the First Blade. "Squirrel," Crowley responded in kind, his own nickname for Dean coming into play even when said demon didn't like it. "Long time no spooning."
"What do you want dickbag?" Dean, his voice calm yet at the same time angry, walked into the lavish room and slowly spun the First Blade in his hand, drawing Crowley's eyes to it.
"I'm here to make a deal," Crowley, his face serious, looked smug in the face of such danger as if he knew he was on the winning side before he even knew Dean's answer. That answer was a firm and steady, "No." Crowley smiled patiently, "You haven't even heard my offer."
Dean's smile, however, was predatory, "I don't need to hear your offer, Crowley." He stopped spinning the First Blade, "You wanna work together; join up, my Starsky to your Hutch kinda deal."
Crowley grinned, taking a sip from his drink, raising an eyebrow, "Something like that." He dug into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a scroll, "I have the contract right here; figured you're not the kiss and make up type." He shrugged, "You're loss."
That smirk had come into play as Dean began to circle Crowley, watching him with that intense gaze. "Who says I want to join up with you?" His voice was soft and barely spoken but Crowley heard him and narrowed his eyes. "Think of the chaos we could reign," Crowley; his words were tempting and he had that tiny smile lining the corner of his lips. "You and me. We'd take over Hell and Earth; subjugate the humans and rule the demons." He held up the scroll and wiggled it as if daring Dean to take it.
The smirk never left as Dean raised an eyebrow, "Sorry, Crowley, I don't swing that way. I'm the only King around here." And with a well-aimed strike, he brought the First Bade swinging for the older demon. A snarl upon Crowley's lips, he dodged, taking the teeth of the weapon through the sleeve of his jacket. It ripped the expensive fabric and just grazed his arm; sending volts of pain shooting through his skin.
Dean fell into a stance and stepped forward, grabbing Crowley's wrist as his fist came in for the hit. Keeping Crowley at bay with the hold, Dean stabbed with the First Blade only to miss when his opponent twisted at the last moment, deflecting it across his ribs in a glancing blow. The fight was on and Dean released the wrist, stepping back only to step forward and smash the heel of his boot into Crowley's chest.
The older demon fell back, rolling to his feet. The contract had fallen away in the conflict and Crowley swung his fist at Dean for it be blocked, receiving a sharp rap to his cheek. He stumbled away, raising a hand to staunch the blood from his nose. Dean smirked, swapping the First Blade from his right hand to his left and back again before rushing forward.
Crowley ducked the impending strike and slammed his forearm down upon Dean's back to send him at a stumble. The pair turned to face each other; Dean breathing calmly and Crowley holding a hand to the cut at his side and nursing his injured arm. "Bring it," Dean growled, that same condescending smirk on his lips.
Taking in his surroundings and the wounds to his meat suit, Crowley looked at Dean and bowed his head slightly, "Till next time, Squirrel." And he vanished; teleporting away. Dean snarled, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth before turning away.
Joanna yelped as a man came stumbling towards her out of thin air. She picked up the shotgun on the table and aimed it for the intruder. Lucifer was hissing and spitting from his place on the couch, slinking down to hide behind Jo's feet. With a bang, Sam burst through the front door, his own shotgun in hand. "Crowley?" He asked, unsure and uncertain at the intruder.
"Moose," Crowley replied in kind, grimacing from the pain caused by his injuries, "I need your help."
So did you like that? The whole, bringing in Crowley was fun. (I also realize that Cass is nowhere to be seen... That's most likely cause I can't be bothered to write him in... (I might add him when they're curing Dean for a little while))... So, wait around for the next chapter which is already written but you get to wait :P