(Author's Note: I did not create 'human' Crowley. He is the antagonist Charles Walker from Medium. I am tweaking his story is all.)
River was uneasy at first as she helped Collene and Jean clean up the saloon. Sam had gone back to the jail that doubled as the sheriff's residence. But the uneasiness passed as she began to talk with Jean. She wasn't worried about learning the dance moves. River had always loved to and it came naturally.
"And so as mom is telling me no, she spent the night alone, down the stairs comes the local blacksmith, Birch, half naked!" Jean waved her arms.
"He was drunk off his ass and I didn't want him getting possessed because I sent him away!" Collene exclaimed.
"Sure that's what happened." Jean rolled her eyes as Collene poured them a round of drinks.
"Birch could barely walk," The barkeeper stated, "Much less satisfy a woman."
They all burst into laughter, River starting to understand from their thoughts. The doors swung open and she turned as a man in an old style suit entered. River blinked for a moment as he sat at the bar and Collene moved to get him a drink.
"Crowley...?" She whispered, moving closer to listen in.
"What brings a man like you all the way out here?" Collene asked as she poured him a brandy.
"Well I hear this town doesn't have a doctor."
"Are you one?"
"Dr Charles Walker." He held out his hand to shake hers.
"Nice to meet you. We don't get many people out here and we're all pretty private. Most of us don't trust outsiders, especially with our wounds."
"Doctor patient confidentiality." He smirked lightly. "I also intend to meet up with a lady friend later on."
"Good for you. When do we expect her?"
"Oh, my lily will be here soon enough." He stated.
So that's Walker. Why was Crowley so afraid of me meeting him?
"River! I mean Rowena!"
River turned and a flush entered her cheeks. Leather chaps suited Sam, and due to the heat his white shirt was sweat soaked and stuck to him. Additionally they'd sorted out the vest and beige hat were his.
"What do you need Sheriff?" Jean called out as Walker spun on his stool.
"I need Rowena's help for a few, if you can spare her..." Sam stated. Collene waved her arm.
"Get going Rowena. Lover boy calls."
River ducked out as Sam blushed before heading for a horse nearby.
"Can you ride?" Sam asked, "Or at least hold on?"
"I can hold on if you don't fall off. Sam, what's wrong?"
His mind was all kinds of chaos. River couldn't sort out any of it. Sam exhaled and faced her.
"The criminal in a jail cell...River, it's Dean."