Ariel didn't fight off the kidnappers.
On the contrary, she made things rather easy for them, why fight it when they couldn't kill her? After driving a ways, they drag her out of the car and force her into a seat, binding her hands behind her back.
"I don't think that's needed…" She hears a charming, british voice from beyond the bag. Her captors wretch the bag from over her head and she still has an unamused look on her face as she's pushed forward to a dinner table.
"Crowley, I presume?" Ariel asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I see my reputation precedes me," The man smiles as he steps forward from the shadows, "My sincerest apologies for the rough handling. Demons, you know."
"Uh-huh." She frowns as she glares sharply at him. "Now, now, no need for the dirty looks! I simply wanted to chat with you, my dear." He waves a hand and a candle-lit dinner appears before them. He gestures for one of his hench-demons to start feeding her and she holds her head up, "I'm fine. What do you want?"
Crowley sighs as he sips his wine, "My darling, everyone below heard the stirring you made last week with that clubhouse slaughter. Lovely work, by the way, tossers had it coming."
She remains silent as she glares at him… He could swear she could see right through him and for some reason, he wanted her to look directly at him, to see into his existence and deem him worthy… Of what? He didn't know.
"I'll cut to the chase then, darling. I want to form an alliance, team up so to speak." He lays his cards out on the table for her and she continues to glare at him before finally tilting her head back and laughing.
"You must be out of your goddamn mind!" Ariel cackles as she looks up at him. Her bindings fall to the floor as she rests her elbows on the table, peering out at him from behind folded hands, "You're stupid. I like that in a demon."
Crowley sighs softly as he stands up, "A shame, I really wanted to work with you, darling…" He takes a few steps back while she remains seated and he lights a match and drops it… A ring of holy fire surrounds her and the table, "Guess you'll have to sit here while the world ends."
She raises an eyebrow and looks entirely unimpressed by the whole situation, "... Really? That's supposed to hold me?"
He shrugs, "It worked on Raphael and Gabriel… Why shouldn't it work on you?"
Ariel smiles as she takes a wineglass by the stem and swirls the crimson liquid inside before downing it in one gulp, "I gotta hand it to you… I've met hundreds upon hundreds of incorrigible idiots but you must certainly be in the top ten, Crow."
"Darling, I didn't want it to come to this. All you had to do was work with me!" He sighs as he downs the rest of his glass and throws the glass at the wall, "I've lost everything in this escapade with the Winchesters and what do I have to show for it?! No throne, no power, no money and my tailor is EATEN."
She tilts her head a bit with a smirk, "Oh poor you, the king of rotten gets dropped to regular rotten… Cry me a river, Crowley. If it's sympathy you're looking for, I certainly am not the one to be getting it from."
"Still as belligerent as all those years ago," He sighs as he massages his temples before taking a seat right outside of the fire ring, "Remember that night? In Sicily? It was during that masquerade ball…" Ariel sighs, "Don't remind me, I was plastered on all that wine and music… It was a mistake."
"Well, I certainly had you praising your father in a different way that night…" He purrs and she rolls her eyes before scoffing, "Before you took that mask off and revealed who you were…"
He winces a bit, "Yeah, I still have the marks you inflicted. Tell me, was I your first?"
"Ever? No." She thinks for a moment, "... Demon? Still no. That honor goes to Azazel." Crowley pauses before asking, "For which part of that?" She gives him a look but answers anyway, "Demon part. First was to Death."
Crowley's eyebrows raise up, "Death? You naughty angel, how was he?" Ariel shakes her head and winks at him, "Now, now, I don't kiss and tell."
The demon laughs softly before leaning back a bit, "See? This is nice… We don't have to be mortal enemies just because our counterparts are."
"Yes, Crowley, but I didn't kidnap you and throw you into a ring of Holy Fire. I'm right to be annoyed and you know it," she sighs as she stands up.
"Well, it's not like you can do anything to me, love. You're in there and I'm out here." The King shrugs and Ariel grins, "Oh, darling… You really shouldn't have left the table and chair in here."
Before he can blink, she lifts and slams the table over the holy fire, effectively breaking the circle and she steps over it, snapping her fingers and the warehouse doors slam shut, causing it to echo throughout the area.
"N-Now, dear, all I wanted was for us to be partners!" He winces as he presses himself up back against the wall.
"There are so many better ways you could have done that and I might have joined you…" She leans over with a smirk, "My dear Crowley… I'm going to bring your kingdom down to nothing but ash and embers and leave you chained to it's wreckage. Goodbye."
Crowley flinches as she vanishes and the warehouse doors open, a duo of his demons entering the room.
"... Bollocks…"