Hi guys! Sorry for the delay of this chapter, a lot has happened since I posted the last one, I even managed to meet Misha Collins! (He's fab) Hope you enjoy this chapter, was just wondering if anyone is reading along with this story and would like me to continue with it? Even if just one person replies I'll continue. Just don't want to keep posting if no one is enjoying lol, lots of love xx
Chapter 4
The King of hell stood before them with his hands in the pocket of his suit pants, the brothers turned to face him and seemed less than impressed.
"Moose, Squirrel, Cassie, it's been a while" Crowley smirked at them.
Dean rolled his eyes "What do you want Crowley?" He snarled. With everything going on with Cas at the current moment, the last thing they needed was throwing Crowley and his scheming ways into the mix.
"Word on the street is the lost puppy doesn't want to go home" Crowley looked towards Cas. Dean threw a glance over his shoulder at his angel friend.
"News travels fast" Cas slurred in reply.
Crowley tilted his head in confusion, "are you, drunk?" He asked. Cas didn't reply but it was obvious from his stance that he was.
"Why are you here Crowley?" Sam urged with a hard frown etched on his face.
"Look boys, Cassie, I can help" Crowley told them.
"And why would you want to help us?" Sam asked raising his eyebrows.
"Because I have a heart of gold" Crowley replied causing everyone to scoff.
"We don't need your help Crowley" Dean told him.
"Okay then, leave your lovely feathered friend to hide back in my brilliant hometown Scotland and never be able to see you two again" Crowley replied as he held his hand up to click himself away.
"Wait!" Sam called out, Crowley froze, "how can you help?" He asked.
"Sam" Cas and Dean spoke out simultaneously.
"It won't hurt to hear him out" Sam shrugged.
Crowley smiled at them and began, "I've heard the man upstairs hasn't taken too greatly to you favouring the Winchester's over his oompa loompas with halos am I right?" He asked Cas.
"Yes" Cas replied reluctantly.
"But you want to stay down here, because you've fallen in love" Crowley paused for a moment, "You love humanity so much it hurts, right feathers?" He took a step towards him.
"Whats your plan Crowley?" Dean urged, he didn't like him taunting his friend.
"Your feathered friends don't like you hanging around with Sam and Dean? Simple. Kill them." Crowley told Cas with a shrug.
Cas' patience dropped as quickly as his angel blade slid from his sleeve once more, "I've wanted to do this for a very long time" Cas muttered through gritted teeth as he charged towards Crowley with his blade and pinned him up against the wall holding his blade just beneath his chin.
A smirk grew across Crowley's face, "Got to say Cassie, you're kinda hot when you're all hot and bothered, and drunk" He whispered as he pouted his lips for a kiss.
"Bite me." Cas growled as he pulled his arm back to plunge his blade through Crowley's chest.
"Awful whiskey breath though" Crowley told him, "You should sleep this off" he pressed two fingers against Cas' forehead and he plummeted straight to the ground.
"Cas!" Dean yelled out as he and Sam rushed to his aid.
"What have you done to him?" Sam panicked as they crouched down beside the unconscious angel.
"He's fine" Crowley sighed as he made his way over to the bottle of whiskey on the table and poured himself a glass, "like I said he should sleep it off" he smirked as he took a sip.
Sam and Dean picked Cas up and placed him on top of Sam's bed, Dean shot a death stare over at Crowley as he watched the brother's struggle. Cas was a lot heavier than he looked especially with the dead weight of his limp body.
"It's cute, really it is, I'll be up for a spoon, dibs on little spoon though" The demon took a sip of whiskey.
"So your great idea was for Cas to kill us?" Sam asked as the brothers made their way over to were he was sat.
"Yes" Crowley replied easily.
"You know Crowley you really are as dumb as you look" Dean told him as he crossed his arms.
"Look his little angel friend comes down, he makes an offer that he can stay on earth if he shows that he can kill you two, Bob's your uncle, Fanny's your aunt and everyone's happy" Crowley explained with a shrug.
"And we're dead" Dean added.
"Well, yes he could kill you two, but would it really be you two he'd be killing?" Crowley asked taking another sip.
"What?" Sam asked confused.
"Cut through the bull before I cut through your throat" Dean warned, he now had hold of Cas' blade.
"Oh Dean, you do know how to make me blush" Crowley teased, "Lets just say I have something in my back pocket. I am owed a favour but whether I'd waste it on you two I'm still debating…" He trailed off.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Shifters" Crowley topped up his glass. Sam and Dean looked at each other now understanding Crowley's plan. "You let some shifters wear a replica of your meat suits, Cas sends them into oblivion and gets all the time he wants down here, comprende?" He suggested as he raised his eyebrows.
It actually did sound like a good plan, and dare they say it a quite straight forward plan, that was if Cas could get Laila to agree to the terms of Sam and Dean dying in the first place, but this was Crowley, there was bound to be more to it.
"What's the catch?" Dean asked looking down at Crowley warily.
"There is no catch" Crowley Shrugged.
"Oh so what? You expect us to believe you're doing this out the goodness of your heart are you?" Dean scoffed.
"Oh, okay, you got me" Crowley held his hands up, "I need your help" he told them.
Dean sighed, "Here we go" he rolled his eyes.
"I've gotten myself in a bit of bother downstairs, being crowned King of Hell again sent the power straight to my head and let's just say there's a lot who want me dead" he explained.
"You do know we're on that list too right?" Sam asked.
"Oh Moose, I love it when you get all feisty…it touches me right were my bathing suit goes" Crowley teased once more.
"How the hell are we supposed to help you with hell?" Dean spat out.
"Simple, you let me hide out in that little kiddy fort of yours while the dust settles and we'll call it square" Crowley looked up at them.
"You're running away? From hell?" Sam laughed.
"Oh no Moose, I'm going off the radar, I'll let those bastards think they've won but oh they won't know what's hit them. They'll learn never to mess with the king of hell, I'm going to give every single one of them a slow, torturous death that will allow them with every second leading up to their petty, pathetic lives coming to an end to think and scream about how they should never. NEVER, have chosen to doubt their leader." Crowley's face turned red with anger as he downed his whiskey.
"Trouble in paradise?" Dean smirked.
"Mutiny" Crowley muttered as he looked down, he looked haunted by something, "Honestly, I just need a snow day, out of office, time to breathe and I know no one knows of your place" He told them as he looked up.
"And how do we know we can trust you?" Dean asked.
"Oh boy, I've told you before, never trust anyone" Crowley spat out, "But as I've also said before, I stick by my deals" He told them sincerely.
"What do you think?" Sam asked Dean who looked over at passed out Cas on the bed, "should we run it past him first?" He gestured to Cas.
Dean shook his head, "He'll only say no" he replied.
"How about we get Crowley tied down in the bunker and go from there" Sam suggested.
"Woah woah, wait" Crowley stood up, "Tied down in the back room of the smelly library again? I'll pass" he scoffed.
"What you think if you're coming to stay with us you'll have free range of the place? Hell no. We're keeping you exactly were we can see you, at all times." Dean laid down the rules, "never trust anyone, right?" He added with a smirk.
Crowley thought for a moment before he spoke, "Damn, I was hoping we could be roomies squirrel, sleepovers every night, braiding Moose's hair, playing twister with you and feathers. Seems less appealing now knowing I'll be strapped down…and not in the sexy way" Crowley told them.
"Its our way or no way Crowley" Sam spoke sternly.
"Okay" Crowley nodded.