So... Rainbow... I have no clue what to say... Um... Crowley! Yeah! Have fun reading...
"Why should we help you?" Sam asked, his voice stony and the hold on his shotgun never wavering. Crowley groaned quietly, holding a hand tightly to his ribs, "Because we're pals, best of buddies." He tried for a smile, to be met with Sam's indifference.
"Okay, so not the best of friends but you and me? We have history." Crowley's voice was low and placating as he hobbled to the abandoned couch and took Lucifer's spot. The tiny ginger kitten had wound his way over to Sam and was growling in protest to the stranger. Jo looked over at feline and whistled lowly, catching his attention. Lucifer slunk back to her and she re-affirmed the shotgun at her shoulder.
"Our history is dodgy at best," Sam stated, the sentence making Crowley fade into mock shock. "I never," The demon protested, his free hand over his chest. Sam's hand started to flex, as if straining to not use his powers.
"Why do you need our help?" Jo piped up, feeling Lucifer's fluffy tail brush her ankles while he hissed. "Ah," A weird look passed over Crowley's face, a look that Jo didn't like, "The Huntress." He spoke the word as if it was a title and he gave a mock bow. "I've been waiting to meet you." He tilted his head and took her in.
"Why's that?" There was a tremble to Jo's voice; she'd never met the King of Hell but here he was talking as if he knew her very well. "You're practically famous amongst demons; the Huntress who managed to tame the Hunter." Crowley shrugged lightly, "Well ex-hunter now."
"Dean?" Sam spoke up, drawing the pair's attention over. "Yes; the short, dark and hideous one," Crowley smirked, wincing a little when the cut in his side stretched. "Anyway," The King turned back to Jo, serious now. "I have a proposition for you." He raised an eyebrow.
"We don't deal with demons," Sam spat and Crowley's eyes flickered to him. "Oh but this isn't a deal; just an I Owe You amongst friends. Figured I've helped you enough times you might repay the favour." He grinned with inner knowledge, "Besides, I have a feeling you're gonna want to help me on this."
"Yeah? And why's that?" Joanna challenged, pressing her finger lightly to the trigger of her shotgun.
"Because it involves dear ole Deano and I can help you find him." Crowley smirked, an eyebrow raised as he looked between the two hunters expectantly. "Why do you want to find him?" The male hunter asked, confusion lacing his deep voice.
"He wants to take over Hell and I can't have a usurper on the throne." The demon spoke as if this answered ever thing.
"Why should we trust you?" Jo this time; judging the King for his motives. "Cause you have no other choice. My demons can find him faster than you two could and from what I've heard; that didn't end too well last time." Sam glanced over at Jo and they shared a look that Crowley watched intently. They seemed to be speaking with just their eyes and the demon's own eyes drifted down to the ginger kitten weaving his way through Joanna's legs.
"Who's the pussy cat?" Crowley asked, watching it bat at Jo's shoelace. "Lucifer," Jo quipped, barely losing eye contact with Sam. The King let out a chuckle and the noise drew Lucifer's attention, making him hiss again and tear off down the hallway to Jo's bedroom. Sam frowned after the cat before facing Crowley.
"Do what you have to do to find Dean but any harm comes to him and you'll regret it." Sam promised grimly, letting his shotgun swing down from his shoulder as Jo replaced hers back on the table. "It's settled," Crowley smiled, rubbing his hands together. From within his coat he took a cell phone and within the minute he was talking with various demons; giving them instructions to find Dean Winchester.
Jo turned away with a sigh and caught Sam's gaze. He echoed her mistrust and the pair took a seat at the table, watching the King closely.
"Found him." Crowley announced smugly, turning to find Sam sipping morosely at a beer and Jo asleep across from him. It'd only been a few hours before one of his demons reported back with a sighting of Dean. He'd had them cross-reference and confirm the identity before declaring it to the hunters.
Sam nudged Jo awake and she blinked sleepily, her hand falling to find Lucifer curled up and asleep atop her legs. She tucked him into the crook of her elbow before facing Crowley. "Where is he?" Sam stood up, checking his handgun before tucking it into the back of his pants.
"Not too far from here; a little grove about an hour away." The King shrugged, standing up and dusting off his coat. The wounds to his meat suit had healed a bit and so he glanced at the hunters. "Till next time," He smiled as he passed over his phone to Sam, giving him the co-ordinates. "Try not to die Moose." He looked at Jo and the smile turned to a smirk in the face of her sleepiness. "Huntress."
With barely a sound, Crowley teleported away. Sam turned to Jo and she put Lucifer on the ground before checking that her own pentagram-engraved bullet was safely in the chamber of her handgun.
"Let's hunt a demon."
Bored... But I hope you like. Next chapter involves a fight scene :D Yeah! Till then. Allons-y! Oh wait! Also for those who wanted to know how Jo is alive I wrote a side story, prequel thingy! Hope you like it! =D