The song here is "Only For You" by Amoric

Only For You

Crowley walked back down the corridors, knowing that Nerilla and Kelley had his mother thrown back in her cell. However, he was going back to the office. There was no way he was speaking with his mother in that hallway of cells. He wanted something more comfortable. He had been stressed out over his Queen and daughter using all of their strength to keep Lucifer in his cage and he had walked all over Hell. He wanted his desk chair and a glass of whiskey. Maybe scotch too.

He turned the doorknob of the office, pushed the door open and found Nerilla, Kelley and Hector all on Clara's side of the office. They turned to look at him as he made his way to his desk and take his seat.

"Kelley, whiskey and a scotch please." He said and she quickly moved into action. She then walked over to his desk with both glasses with surprising speed, but at least she didn't spill any of the godly elixirs. He took the whiskey first and took a long sip, feeling it burn on his tongue. It felt good, especially when it went down his throat. It took the stress away.

Kelley smiled and then walked back over to Nerilla.

The only thing that bothered him like a salt burn was the human soul that cowered in the corner, shaking with wide eyes staring off into the distance. Looking at that soul, he could see the trauma that would never be repaired. It might be easier to make a demon out of him; making a psychotic demon, no doubt, but this soul will never be a functioning human again. Sam and Dean survived well only due to the fact that they weren't stuck in Lucifer's cage for about several years, give or take. This soul was beyond any hope of saving. The only mercy Crowley could accord to him is to demonize him.

"Thank you for your time, Hector. I'll pass on your request to the King." Nerilla said, snapping Crowley out of his thoughts of the human soul, and at that mention of a request, he snapped his fingers and casually held out his hand for the documents. Kelley happily took them over to him to read. As he brought it up to see, while drinking his whiskey, it was a request for a couple days absence, as a sort of vacation for his good work on disabling Jesse Turner.

It was quite pretentious of him, but Crowley wasn't going to argue. He had to give Hector a bit of credit and, Hell forbid, faith to keep a good relationship in hopes that there won't be another Stephanie to fuck things up.

Crowley dropped the papers on the desk, placed the glass beside the document and quickly signed it. He handed it back to Kelley and resumed drinking. When Kelley returned the documents to Nerilla, Hector stood up and flashed them a charming smile.

"Thank you." He said as he fixed the buttons on his suit jacket, and then glanced at Crowley. "It was a pleasure, my King." He said and when Crowley met his eyes, he knew Hector didn't particularly care for him, but was showing respect anyway, to confirm that good relationship which would be to cover his own ass in the future.

Crowley watched Hector walk out of the office and then he glanced at his glass of whiskey nearly empty. Thankfully, he had a glass of scotch next.

"Um," Nerilla began as she sat back in Clara's chair and turned it to better face Crowley. "I was wondering if you'd know who this human soul is." She added and, without looking at her, Crowley nearly mumbled the name out with a hint of pity.

"Adam Milligan." He said and when Nerilla said nothing, he sighed. "The long lost third Winchester boy." He added and then she whispered a sigh of surprise. "Let Clara deal with him when she awakens and bring in the witch." He said as he drank the last of his whiskey. Nerilla stood up and left the office with Kelley in toe, way too eager to please their King with this request.

As Crowley sat in his chair, drinking his scotch and trying not to look at the twist soul of a third Winchester brat, he thought of how to handle his mother. When Gabriel asked for his help to repair the damages on Lucifer's cage, he also told him that Rowena's spell backfired purposely. His mother was no better than those revolting rebellious demons. She was about to unleash Lucifer; yet another way of killing her son that she claimed she loved. What a hypocritical scheming bitch.

When Nerilla and Kelley came back to the office with her, they pushed her in with dark grins and closed the door behind them. She turned and glared at Crowley who sat comfortably in his chair drinking scotch. She made a sort of growl through clenched teeth with an expression of disgust.

"Is that how you treat your mother when she helps you?" she asked and took her role once again of a wounded loving mother. "Is this the thanks I get?" she asked and Crowley held his glass of scotch up and looked at the amber liquid glistening.

"I must say mother, you haven't changed in all these years." he said and she stopped her ranting. However, she glared at him with cold eyes.

"As have you." She replied and the corner of his lips twitched. "I would have thought my son, being King of Hell, would act like it." she said and when he glanced at her, she grinned wickedly at him. "It's no wonder the demons have rebelled against you. You have everyone else fight for you while you just stand there like a useless scrote." She said and Crowley narrowed his eyes at her. "Here you are, filling your gut like a lily-livered fool. No more excuses. Show them how strong you really are. Be a bloody king!" she shouted, making Adam tremble in the corner, closing his eyes tightly and burying his head nearly between his knees.

Crowley stared at his glass of scotch and took a sip, listening to her huff out her frustration that he was ignoring her.

"You're a pathetic excuse for a King, for a demon, for a son." She said with a vile tone of voice and burning anger in her eyes. "Even my wee granddaughter has more –" she began, but he cut her off with a dry tone.

"We're done." He said and she fell into silence. "I want you out." he added and she let out a chuckle of disbelief.

"You aren't serious." She said and he met her eyes with a dull darkness, as if he grew bored of her and was indeed serious.

"Deadly." He replied and looked back at his scotch.

"But I'm your mother." She said and it disgusted him.

"You may have brought me into this world, but you were never my mother." He said and it shocked her into a loathsome rage. "I put up with your lies, your sad little schemes because… no." he said, letting his sentence fall, but deciding that it needed to be said. "Because maybe you were right. Maybe I did lose my edge." He said thinking to the beginning, with the human blood binges and getting a Cambion to accept his proposal because she was what he needed; someone with a lingering humanity, but with a demon strength that would remind him to stay dark and ruthless. She was so powerful that he let her take charge, despite their equality. "But that ends now." Crowley said, nearly in a daze as he was deep in thought. He wasn't going to put up with everyone thinking he was weak.

"You… you can't." Rowena said and when he met her eyes, they were sharp and cold.

"I can. I'm bloody Crowley!" he snapped. "I'm the King of Hell. I do what I want, when I want. And I don't take orders from you." He added and she scowled at him, balling her hands into fists.

"Everything you have, I will watch it burn!" she hissed through clenched teeth.

"I'll give you five minutes. After that, pray I don't see you again." he said as he calmly sipped his scotch. However, his mother wasn't leaving that quickly, certainly not without a fight.

"Abite!" she shouted, throwing her hands up just as objects in the office either flew across the room or shattered. Some did both, but in those few seconds of throwing a fit, the office was trashed as if a tornado had just passed through.

Adam remained in place, trembling still, nearly covered in documents, pieces of glass and wood.

Rowena glared at her son just as Nikolai, who had been standing outside the office with Nerilla and Kelley, walked in looking like the Mark of Cain was beginning to itch again. He glanced at Crowley, waiting for a command.

For your enjoyment, scrote is a Scottish insult meaning scrotum.