OKAY THIS IS THE NEW AND IMPROVED CHAPTER TWO, I LITERALLY RE WROTE MOST OF THE CHAPTER BECAUSE THE FIRST ATTEMPT WAS SO HIDEOUSLY BAD.

HOPEFULLY THIS ONE WILL BE A BIT BETTER :D

Let me know if you like it :D

Clara jumped, eyes wide as she focused her vision on the unexpected stranger. Her breathing hitched in her throat as she blinked again just to clarify that she wasn't imagining things.

"What the-"

"Hell? Yes, that would be the operative word," The stranger drawled with a smirk, his gruff British accent a change from the Texas tainted words of the Winchesters. "Now, pray tell, why exactly have you summoned me?"

"Summoned you- What?" Clara spluttered, staggering to her feet and taking a few uncertain steps back. "What are you on about? Who are you?"

Clara frowned steadily, determined to get answers before she gave away any information about herself or the Tardis. She had a sickening sensation that the Doctor wouldn't exactly be pleased to find that she had apparently 'summoned' a random and possibly dangerous man into his beloved ship.

She paused for a moment, keeping her steady gaze fixed on the man as she took in his full appearance properly for the first time. He was of a stocky build, but looked like he could be lithe and quick in a fight and though he wasn't of a great height, he still appeared to be taller than herself. His brown hair, made darker by the shadows in the dimly lit room matched the colour of his dark suit and he held himself with the air of someone of great importance. The confident smirk on his face, which only wavered slightly at Clara's uninformed questions was intimidating enough to make a shiver run down her spine, though she refused to let it show. This man was dangerous, that much she could tell for certain, though the rest was cloaked in mystery.

The man's smirk faltered though his lips curved slightly upwards into an amused smile as he raised a finger and took a step closer.

"Let me get this straight," He began slowly, his voice like velvet as he fixed Clara with a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. "You summoned a demon… By accident?"

"Demon…" Clara murmured, biting her lip as she attempted to wrap her mind around what the man had just said. She stiffened, folding her arms across her chest defensively with half an incredulous smile on her face. "No, no no no I did not just summon a demon- Shut up!"

"Well, this is new," The stranger who Clara refused to believe was an evil supernatural being broke into a grin. "And what do they call you, my little hoax caller?"

Clara paused, untrusting of the intimidating man and unsure if she should tell him anything. After a moment, she decided it couldn't do much harm to entrust him with her name.

"Clara," She stated bravely, standing her ground and making no move to get closer to the self-acclaimed demon. "Clara Oswald. Go on then, a name for a name."

"Crowley," He replied confidently, taking a swift glance around the room. "Nice digs- Mind telling me where I am, Clara?"

"Mind telling me how you got here, Crowley?" Clara tested his unusual name out as she spoke. It seemed quite fitting for him, though it was a name she had never come across before.

"I already told you, I was summoned," He shrugged nonchalantly. "By you, it seems, although you seem to be more clueless then most willing to sell their soul."

"My soul is staying right where it is, thank you very much," Clara bristled defensively. "Look, I didn't mean for a random man claiming to be a demon to appear in front of me so if you'd just…"

She raised an eyebrow and gestured at the door.

"Claiming to be a demon?" Crowley raised his own eyebrow and with a swift flick of his hand, the huge mahogany desk containing all of the Doctor's notes on the supernatural had been tossed effortlessly across the room and against the wall with a loud crash. Crowley smirked at Clara's stricken expression. "My, my, so judgemental."

Clara swallowed thickly. "H-human with very strong telekinesis skills?" She chanced hopefully with a grimace, realising that what she was dealing with was definitely not something she or the Doctor had ever come across before.

"Cute," Crowley smirked, cocking his head to the side and giving her a calculating stare.

"Demons are real," Clara breathed, taking in a deep breath, sure her eyebrows must be close to touching the ceiling at this point. "Demons… Are real."

"Yes, darling, they are," Crowley confirmed in a patronising tone, though he seemed slightly amused by the situation. "Although most aren't nearly as well dressed as I am. Now, where did you happen to accidentally summon me to, Miss Oswald?"

"If I told you, you probably wouldn't believe me," Clara released her breath in the form of a light laugh, still shell-shocked at the fact that she was talking to a demon. Aliens she could deal with, but demons? That brought with it a whole other world that she hadn't realised was real.

"Give me a sec."

Clara blinked and Crowley was gone. She gasped, bounding forward and circling the spot where he had just been moments before.

"Crowley?" She tried, panic rising in her tone at the fact that she had just lost a demon in the Doctor's Tardis. "Crowl-"

"No need to shout."

Clara let out a small shriek and spun around to face the demon as he reappeared, raising a finger to point at him accusingly.

"Where the hell did you go?! What did you do?!"

"Ah, demon, remember?" Crowley motioned to himself with an amused expression. "Just went to take a quick scout around the place. Let me tell you, this is like no building I've ever seen. I appreciate the lack of devil's traps by the way."

Clara shook her head in disbelief. "Alright, Mister demon, I'm not going to pretend I know what a devil's trap is, but if the Doctor finds out you're on the Tardis-"

"Doctor? We're in a psychiatry unit?"

"No!" Clara sighed exasperatedly. She paused for a moment, then decided to give the cocky demon a taste of his own medicine. She smirked knowingly. "Believe it or not, this is a spaceship."

She felt the corners of her mouth twitch at Crowley's baffled expression, allowing herself the amusement of having one up on the demon. She could tell that her answer was not what he had been expecting.

"I'm sorry, did I mishear you or was that doctor you were talking about actually your psychiatrist?" Crowley squinted at her with scrutiny.

"You heard me, demon, this is a spaceship called the Tardis and I'm not mental," Clara crossed her arms smugly, realising she was treading on dangerous ground here but deciding that if she had used some sort of spell to summon Crowley here, she should be able to get rid of him easily enough aswell if she needed to.

"Are we going to start with the whole 'take me to your leader' rubbish aswell or are you going to start telling the truth?" Crowley let out an incredulous laugh but his expression hardened with suspicion.

"What makes you think I'm lying?" Clara took a daring step closer, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

"You're human," Crowley replied simply with a small shrug. "I'm a demon, I can tell. And humans and spaceships don't quite go hand in hand."

"Yes, and I think you should probably go back to where you came from," Clara attempted to use the stern tone she found useful with the kids she taught, but Crowley simply smiled at her coldly.

"I don't think so-"

"Clara!"

Clara felt a sickening sensation in the pit of her stomach at the Time Lord's yell accompanied by his approaching footsteps.

"Damn," She muttered with dread, shooting Crowley a warning glare as the Doctor stormed into the room.

"Clara, I've been looking for- What's this?!"

The Doctor stopped in his tracks immediately, confusion and anger marring his grave features as he caught sight of Crowley who had the nerve to waggle his fingers at him in a cheery wave.

"Clara, what is this, I told you no visitors-"

"He's no visitor of mine, he just showed up-"

"Invited, actually," Crowley cut Clara off before she could finish. "And you're not human," He narrowed his eyes at the Doctor. "But you don't belong to Heaven or Hell, not even Purgatory. This the alien you're acquainted with, Miss Oswald?"

"Clara," The Doctor growled ominously, drawing nearer, his intense gaze never once leaving the demon. "What have you done?"

Clara opened her mouth to speak but her words failed her. She wasn't sure what she had done, what was happening right now, but she knew it couldn't be good, especially not if this man was what he said he was.

"Well, since you unprepared idiots did me the honour of leaving me to roam free, I think I'll be going," Crowley raised his eyebrows and took a step back from the two, the corner of his mouth pulling upwards slightly in a smirk.

"Not so fast," The Doctor voice in a threatening growl, slamming his palm down onto a switch that neither Clara nor Crowley had paid any attention to until that moment. Crowley looked up, curiosity flashing in his dark eyes as the ceiling flickered with a bright light which rapidly settled into a ruby red pentagon symbol encased in a circle, created by the beams of light.

"Uneducated in the supernatural, a bit paranoid, maybe even confused, yes," The Doctor's lips twitched into an accomplished smile, the smugness in his voice becoming apparent. "But unprepared? I don't think so."

"Bollocks," Crowley muttered with a snarl, his hands curling into fists as he raised them but lowered them again in defeat.

"What is that?" Clara uttered quietly, more to herself then to anyone else as she stared up at the intricate symbol illuminated on the ceiling above the demon. She turned her head to meet Crowley's eyes, reading the intense anger in them. "Why's it got you all hot and bothered?"

"That," Crowley jabbed a finger at the ceiling forcefully with a sneer. "Is a devil's trap. Looks like the stick insect did his research then," Crowley raised his voice as he turned to face the Doctor with a cold glare. "Once inside a devil's trap, a demon is completely-"

"Useless," The Doctor finished with a grin, rubbing his hands together delightedly as he looked at Crowley who looked like he wanted to stab him in the face. "But since you decided to pay us a visit, why not stay for a while? Tell us all about your kind, it might even be interesting."

"You talk to me like that again and I'll rip your bones out and torch them while you're still breathing," Crowley smiled sweetly at the Time Lord, his expression eerily calm.

"Alright boys, play nice," Clara stepped in between the Doctor and Crowley, careful not to step inside the boundaries of the devil's trap. She wasn't sure what would happen if she did, but she didn't fancy taking any chances with the demon. "Look, Doctor, if you want to find out about demons, go read a book on them, I'm sure there's loads here. We should let Crowley go."

Clara was fully aware that demons weren't exactly angelic creatures, she had never come into contact with one before but she was sure that they didn't have much in the way of morals. But she felt responsible for the capture of this particular demon, and holding someone somewhere against their will was not something she was fond of.

"Let him go?" The Doctor stared at Clara incredulously, his mouth agape. "Absolutely not! We'll make him talk. Wait here," He gave Clara a stern look before turning and fleeing from the room with no further explanation.

"Doctor wait-" Clara stopped with a sigh, realising that trying to reason with him was useless. She found it a lot more difficult to get along with this particular reincarnation of the Doctor than she had with his previous form, but she still made an effort. However, she also knew when it was a fruitless attempt.

She turned to Crowley, who had remained silent, watching her with a curious expression. She swallowed nervously, feeling as if she was under scrutiny under his intense glare.

"So, where exactly did you come from?" She chanced after drawing a deep breath, making sure her voice didn't waver. This man, this demon, he oozed confidence, and she couldn't show that she was intimidated by him. Right now the ball was in her court, and though she hated the fact that it was partially her fault that he was trapped inside some weird circle of doom, she wasn't ready to trust him just yet.

"Hell," Crowley replied curtly, narrowing his eyes slightly as if to gauge her reaction.

Clara's stomach dropped, and by the hint of mirth she could clearly see dancing in Crowley's eyes, he had seen through her strong façade, seen how much of a shock it was to her that Hell really did exist.

"Oh yeah?" She raised an eyebrow in an attempt to redeem herself. "Must be pretty hot down there."

Crowley's eyes widened at her for a moment and then he let out a loud snort of amusement.

"You just take these things in your stride, don't you?" His velvet-like voice held a hint of incredulousness as he cocked his head to the side slightly with a small grin.

"You're not the first madman I've met," Clara replied with a small smile of her own.

"Mad," Crowley mused thoughtfully, his hands deep in his pockets as she strolled at a leisurely pace around the small space he had. His mouth twitched into an amused smirk. "Coming from the girl who apparently spends her time travelling around the universe in a spaceship with a middle-aged Scotsman."

"Hey, I've seen things most people couldn't even begin to imagine," Clara protested, folding her arms across her chest adamantly in an attempt to prove her case. "Every day that we go travelling is an adventure. Who wouldn't want that?"

"I've seen a lot of things and let me tell you, Miss Oswald, not all of them are worth imagining," Crowley's voice held a deadly edge to it as she stopped his pacing to look at her again. Clara started slightly as she realised how close she was, not having realised that she'd moved closer. She cast a wary eye upwards to the devil's trap on the ceiling, making sure she was still outside of it.

Crowley followed her eyes with a small grin, taking a step closer, the toes of his polished shoes just barely touching the boundary line.

"Afraid you'll get too close?" He grinned in a gentle mocking tone. "Don't worry, I don't bite. I leave that to my hellhounds."

"Hellhounds? That doesn't sound foreboding at all," Clara breathed sarcastically with a small grin. "Hell is really real, then?"

"As real as you and me," Crowley murmured proudly, his smile widening smugly. "And I'm king of it."

Clara's eyes widened incredulously, her brain in turmoil.

"Of all the demons out there I could've accidentally summoned, I summon the king of Hell," Clara shook her head, releasing an exasperated sigh. "Nicely done, Oswald. Well played."

"Self-praise is no praise."

"Shut up," Clara couldn't help but smile, the demon's attitude continuously making her have to fight the urge to laugh.

"King of Hell," She murmured to herself thoughtfully, stealing another glance at Crowley's dark eyes as she mused. "I'm no expert, but I'm going to bet you're the ruler of a dreadful place to live."

"Hell's not that bad," Crowley gave a small almost lazy shrug of his shoulders. "I actually keep it quite well organised, very efficient."

"I'll bet you do," Clara laughed lightly, looking down at her shoes. It didn't feel right, leaving Crowley stuck in the devil's trap like this. They had no right to keep him here against his will, the Doctor would surely understand if she let him go.

"You should probably get back to your people, Your Highness," She smirked in a light mocking tone, striding over to the light switch and biting her lip as she thought about facing the wrath of the last of the Time Lord's once she let the king of Hell go.

"Clara!"

Clara started at the loud Scottish accent and whipped around, her hand hovering over the switch as she came eye to eye with the Doctor.

"Looks like your friend is back," Crowley piped up from behind Clara, and she could hear the audible smirk in his voice. "Oh bless, he's brought a drink too. Not my favourite, mind. Got any Scotch?"

Clara's eyes dropped to the container clutched by the Doctor's spindly fingers, the liquid inside strongly resembling water. In the Time Lord's other hand was a set of metal restraints with the strange artistic symbols similar to the devil's trap engraved on them.

"Doctor," Clara began cautiously, taking a step forward and narrowing her eyes. "What are you doing?"

"I could ask you the same question, were you planning on letting him go?!" The Doctor craned his neck forward, his furious eyebrows making his expression appear even more ominous. "Clara, this man is a demon, he's dangerous! I can't let him go, not now. It would be doing the world a great injustice."

"Injustice?!" Clara spat in outrage, shock at the Doctor's words overtaking her. "How is it doing the world a great injustice? He'll just go back to Hell, end of!"

"Is that what he told you?" The Doctor's faced relaxed into a smile, though it was more of a sneer. "You honestly believe that? Clara, we're not going to kill him or anything, I'm not that cruel. But preventing him from roaming around freely will prove useful to a lot of people, especially those Winchest-Whatsits."

"The Winchesters?" Crowley spat out incredulously, his eyes wide in amazement. He looked from Clara to the Doctor and back again. "You know those muttonheads?"

"Acquainted," Clara shrugged with a frown. "Why, you guys don't get along?"

"Oh on the contrary, I consider myself their best friend," Crowley grinned maliciously, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Unfortunately, the feeling isn't quite mutual."

"We've all been there," The Doctor flapped his hands impatiently, approaching Crowley whose eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Now, tell me everything there is to know about you demons or we start taking Holy Water shots."

THERE WE GO, THE NEW AND IMPROVED CHAPTER TWO! So what did you think? :D Was it any good? :D I'm slightly happier with this version I think, please forgive me for the last version if you read it, I was drunk on tiredness while I was writing it.

So yeah I just finished watching Supernatural s8 and now I'm on to s9 and wow this show is slaying me.

But writing this fanfic and the conversations between Clara and Crowley is so fun, I hope they're in character! Well guys, I hope you liked it, leave me a review to let me know what you thought? ;)

Reviews inspire me to keep going with the story guys, they are the pie to my Dean