"Well, that was one of the biggest fuck ups I've ever witnessed." Azazel spat at the lowly demon who cowered at his feet. "You couldn't even make an eight year old child believe you were his grandmother." He kicked the demon who yelped in pain. "I still don't have any information on where they are. Who told them to do the spell in a locked nondescript room?"
"Well they are Wincehsters by birth. I'm sure they're smarter than the mortal men we normally deal with." Crowley walked into the throne room and smirked. "And how much you want to bet those boys got that spell from a reputable place. Maybe the person who gave them the spell told them to make sure they covered their asses when doing the spell."
"I didn't summon you, peon."
"No, you didn't but I thought you might want to know where some of your special children are located but," he glanced down at the demon trying to crawl away from him. "If you would rather spend your time kicking a man while he's down, I'll just carry myself out of here."
Azazel flopped down in the throne and glared at Crowley who helped up the demon off the floor and shoved him out the door. "Speak, Crowley! I don't have all day."
Crowley smirked as he poured himself a bourbon. "So, which one do you want to know about first?"
"Sam Winchester."
"Well, I don't have that one but I have four others and they are already showing signs that they are going to be powerful."
He took a sip as Azazel huffed. "But they aren't Sam. He's the one who is destined."
"I understand the prophecy but maybe it's wrong." Crowely took another sip from his glass. "I'm just saying you made deals with hundreds of women when you knew the prophecy. The way I see it is if you would have believed it completely, you would've only made a deal with one woman, Mary Campbell." Crowley glanced over his glass at Azazel who just glared at him. "But if you want to put all of your money on Sam Winchester, we can always wait until he leaves the protection of John and Dean. Who knows how long that will be?"
"Fuck you, Crowley! Give me the whereabouts of the other four and I can at least get training started with them. Hopefully Sam is as smart and headstrong as I think he is."
Crowley grinned as he handed Azazel a piece of paper with the addresses of the other four children. He grabbed up several gold pieces laying on the table, tucking them in his pocket. He winked as he turned to walk out the room. "Nice doing business with you, Azazel." As he closed the door, he heard the glass shatter on the other side of the door. "Stupid fool! It might be in the prophecy but I have a feeling about Sam Winchester and I honestly don't think he's going to take that throne willingly or help anyone take that throne," he shook his head as he walked down the hallway. "Not if he has to battle Dean Winchester. Those boys would rather kill themselves than kill each other. Mark my words…this story isn't going to go as any of these other beings are planning it to go." He walked out of Hell and smiled as he saw the stars in the sky over the Earth. He took a deep breath and started walking towards the crossroads.