Sealed with a Kiss
27th June 2012
Dear Readers,
Is it me, or is this just getting ridiculous? I'm now sharing my cabin with a demon called Crowley. He also happens to be King of the Crossroads.
Everyone knew a demon had struck a deal with Dean and Bobby, protection for assistance, but no one knew who he'd be shacked up with. Many of us believed the poor soul who would have to share with him was Rick, the childish and rich author from New York. It seemed highly likely, because, apparently, both he and the demon had a fondness for expensive suits, crime fiction and spending money on strange things.
However, as I stepped into my cabin after long day stocktaking, I noticed there was a short man garbed in a suit, lounging on my bed whilst reading Bugs, one of my truly lesser works in the Supernatural series. Classical music seeped in from under my bed, where it seemed he had hidden a CD player. The man looked around forty and, at that moment, I realized I now had a demon in my room.
Crowley, glancing up at me, made a comment of how I looked younger then he imagined, and tossed the book aside. Upon asking what he meant, the little man shrugged, mumbling about sharing a room with a man who had a god-complex. I argued with him, claiming I didn't believe I was God, and all he said to that was, "That is exactly what I mean, you bearded buffoon."
We then argued about my beard, beds and which angels could come in and how often. Eventually we managed to settle our differences and started discussing good alcohol and my books. It turns out the King of the Crossroads is now a fan! I just hope he doesn't kill me for a blood ritual.
If I survive, I'll write more soon!
Love,
Carver Edlund (Chuck Shurley)