The song here is "Misfit" by Lesley Roy

Misfit

Crowley conjured new clothes as his Queen sat on his desk, legs crossed over one another, licking his blood off of the tip of her fingers and then fixing her hair. When he glanced over his shoulder at her, she grinned. The lust was still in her eyes, but it had simmered down, since it had been satisfied.

He turned to face her as he was fixing his tie and she jumped off the desk gracefully, taking hold of his tie, tightening it for him. There was a small smile on her luscious lips and when she lifted her eyes up to him, there wasn't darkness, but happiness.

It was moments like this where time seemed to stand still and they appreciated the fact that Fate brought them together.

As she closed the gap between them for a kiss, he received that feeling that he had been summoned. Then, naturally, because he remained still, Clara knew something had occurred. She pulled back and there was that look in her eyes, as if she was trying to guess who had summoned him. Before she could ask if it was her distant relatives the Cromwells, Crowley grinned.

"Our old feathered friend, Darling." He said and her eyes narrowed. "I'm certain he gave up his missionary work for your humanity after the threat you delivered." He added with a slight smirk as his fingers grazed her cheek.

"Then why is he summoning you?" she asked and before she could voice her suspicions, he kissed her softly, but he quickly intensified that kiss before she could fight him. She began to return that kiss with passion, but then shoved him away with a dark grin, not falling for his trick. "Fine, but I don't like this." She said and his lips twitched into a smirk.

"Yes, wouldn't a phone call be more conventional?" he asked as she then tried to hide her smile by rolling her eyes in an annoyed manner.

"You know what I mean." She said and he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her into him as his eyes glimmered darkly.

"I won't be long, Love." He said and she wrapped her arms around his neck, but the look in her eyes said she didn't quite believe him. She gave him a quick kiss and then he was gone.

His entrance would have taken Gabriel by surprise, if angels couldn't detect the presence of a demon. Gabriel turned to him with mischief in his eyes, despite his serious facial expression. It was like there was a battle of personalities within him. As Crowley analyzed this, with his hands so casually in his pockets, Gabriel cleared his throat as if to say he didn't appreciate that and wanted to get right to business.

"Getting bored in your old age, Gabe?" Crowley asked and Gabriel frowned. "Got no one else to annoy?" he asked and the Archangel's lips twisted into a dark smirk.

"If I grew to be bored, than you grew to be boring." He said and Crowley gave a soft chuckle.

"Is that the best you can do? A preschooler could come up with something more tasteful." He said and Gabriel really was looking bored if not irritated. "Now who's boring?" Crowley asked and then Gabriel reached his breaking point.

"Listen, I didn't summon you to have each other throw insults. I summoned you to tell you what the angels are planning." He said and Crowley narrowed his eyes, as if he knew this was the truth, but doubted it all the same based on the ridiculousness of it; an angel sharing information with the Devil.

"Double crossing your own kind." Crowley said and Gabriel ignored that statement, knowing the King of Hell didn't really believe him or didn't want to. Seems even a demon, down to its core, respected the dichotomy of the world; knowing it was wrong for an angel to cross over to the dark side. However, it doesn't mean that they don't take pleasure it in.

"I'm telling you this because it involves Clara and your child and –" he began, but Crowley corrected him.

"Keara." He said and Gabriel seemed a little taken off guard. "Her name is Keara." He added and his eyes grew darker as if calling her "child" offended him.

"The angels don't want to destroy Hell, knowing it's quite impossible, but they do want to destroy all hybrids, starting with Clara and Keara." He said and Crowley's expression was difficult to read, but he knew he didn't like the sound of this. "They claim that killing the hybrids that Heaven and Hell created will restore the balance and render Heaven equal to Hell in the power department." He concluded and still Crowley didn't react.

"Is that so?" he asked, narrowing his eyes and Gabriel fought the urge to explode with frustration.

"Clara and Keara are the most powerful beings and Heaven knows that killing them is better than fighting a war with Hell. And while they're at it, they also want to kill the Nephilim since she turns their stomachs. They've made up their minds and, frankly, I'd rather not see more angels fall to their deaths. So consider yourself warned." He said and stood his ground as the King of Hell was now revealing his rage in his dark eyes.

"How many hybrids are there, exactly?" he asked and the question sort of surprised Gabriel.

"One Nephilim and three Cambions, assuming Jesse Turner is still breathing." He replied and Crowley remained silent as he stared at him.

"You wish to protect all four or just two of them?" he asked as he began glaring at Gabriel, as if to make him uncomfortable. However, Gabriel was unbothered by it.

"All of them, but only two are the main targets." He replied and then Crowley's lips twitched as if he was grinning darkly despite his rage.

"And how do you expect to accomplish that?" he asked, his grin broadening as if he was enjoy interrogating the Archangel. Once Gabriel remained silent longer than he cared to be, Crowley's grin grew and there was a dark glimmer in his eyes. "Don't have the finest clue, I see." he added and Gabriel seemed put off. "Why should I let you protect my family?" he asked with a condescending tone of voice.

Then, Gabriel grinned, letting the mischief shine through.

"Because the angels wouldn't expect to see me in Hell." He said, hinting to a surprise ambush type of approach to any angel that tries to kill Clara and Keara.

Crowley grinned slightly, as if he found that to be a delectable idea, but it didn't mean he approved of it. After all, no demon liked having an angel in Hell; it was just wrong on so many levels.