For a moment Bobby was sure that John was going to throw up. He was shaking and drifting from side to side that he wasn't so sure that the man was going to remain upright.
"No." came a choked noise, a sound he never quite heard someone make. It immediately twisted his heart in his chest and he had to look away, needing a moment to compose himself.
"Yes." Crowley said simply. "Mary Campbell was killed, twelve years ago. She had a strange habit of managing to find the small cracks in hell to come back to earth. She went back and forth multiple times until the day came that she didn't come back."
"Azazel felt it." Crowley told him. "She was considered his daughter so when it happened, he knew. It was no exorcism, there was no entrapment. Mary Campbell was killed." Slowly a smile appeared on his face, red specks appearing in his eyes as he delighted in something. "That knife that Sammy boy got stabbed with, what was it?"
"A Kurdish knife." Ellen was the one to answer, her voice hollow and empty. "A demon killing knife."
Crowley hummed in delight, the smile widening. "There's really only one out in the world at this point, the others were destroyed." he chuckled lowly. "Because it was a Kurdish knife that killed Mary Campbell."
John flinched, he flinched hard enough that Bobby swore something cracked and he backed away, legs failing him as he fell to the ground onto his knees.
Crowley watched with interest. "Where did you get a knife like that?" he asked before he laughed. "You don't need to say a word, I know who had the knife before it got buried in Sammys chest." He was taking a perverse delight in all of this, bits of sulfur and smoke surrounding him as he laughed once more.
"I know for a fact that there was a hunter out there killing as many demons as he could." Crowley said a bit dreamily. "The only human that Mary Campbell would hesitate other than the one that helped her bear the kids. Her daddy, Samuel Campbell."
"Although, considering the look on your face that it would benefit you for me to carve your heart out of your chest." Crowley hummed, his next grin showing teeth. "I take it you're the broodmare."
Johns chest was heaving, his hand pressed hard enough against it that Bobby was sure that the other man was seconds away from having a heart attack right in his living room.
Crowley looked like he was having the time of his life, eyes a light in red and black. "Oh it's you." he whispered. "You're the human that captured the heart of a demon."
"She didn't give a damn about me." John managed to get out, his voice tight and rough.
"Oh yes, she didn't give a damn." Crowley agreed. "That's why she focused so much on the children. That's why she still referred to herself as Mary Winchester. It's why she ensured that no demon went close to you."
Crowley hummed to himself. "Sam and Dean want to kill you." he told him matter of factly. "No, not just kill you but destroy you. Rip you into pieces and then let a hellhound have some fun. And the fact that Sam ended up being stabbed by the same knife that killed their mother, well..." he chuckled darkly. "This is going to be interesting. Pity I'll be safe in hell and away from the entertainment."
"Oh and Bobby, on a count of our everlasting friendship and companionship." Crowley added. "Remember I will be calling in something big later on."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll remember." Bobby said, looking at John. "I'll break you out of the circle for now."
Crowley waited for Bobby to smudge one of the runes, stepping out of the circle. He didn't mention the ones that Sam had already worked on, far as he could tell none of the wardings in the house worked and he wasn't going to say anything, it would come in handy later.
He looked at the little girl on the couch, sighing. "Check her back." he instructed. Rolling his eyes when Ellen looked up at him in confusion. "Her back, check it."
Ellen got up and pulled Jos shirt to the side enough, the breath leaving her body when she saw a rune glowing on her skin. "What the hell is this?" she whispered.
Crowley peered at it around her, humming. "Spellwork, a good one." he told her. "I'm guessing Sam, he was the one who had a lot more ease with magic. Little blood, little power, and she's not waking up."
"Then how do we wake her?"
Crowley brought his hand up, showing a couple inches between his fingers. "Small vial of blood, most likely with Sam, so long as that vial is in one piece, she won't wake up. Good luck."
He tilted his head to the side and then crossed over to the window, pushing the curtain back and peering out, giving a small whistle. "I remember that car, Mary gave me a ride at one point, she hated teleporting and we had business to take care of." he said. "Of course the boys have it now." he let the curtain fall back.
"I wouldn't recommend touching the car, it's the next thing that Dean loves after his brother." Crowley told him. "Well they already hate you so I don't know what more you can do."
With that he disappeared with a scent of sulfur tinging the air.
It took a moment but John forced himself to stand up, needing to lean against the armrest of the couch and take a deep breath.
"Where are you going?" Bobby asked him.
John swallowed hard, wavering in place. "I'm going to the impala." he finally said.
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