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Chapter 7: Since I met you I'm a victim of disaster

Crowley stood motionless for what felt like an eternity. Alex had taken Lydia and here he stood, cemented in the same spot, trying to figure out how one measly human had gotten past him. Women really did make men oblivious to the world around them. But when the hell hound next to him began to bark, he quickly snapped out of his haze and got to work. Painfully digging the bullet out the rest of the way, Crowley threw the blood covered hunk of metal to the floor before walking over and destroying the hex bag. He then picked up the shirt that Alex had wiped his blood on and brought it to the hell hounds nose who immediately took in the scent.

"Find them." Crowley said simply and watched the hell hound disappear.

A picture was beginning to form in Crowley's mind about everything that had happened and the pieces were starting to fall together. He knew that his realization could be wrong but something inside told him he wasn't. But in that moment the only thing that mattered was finding Lydia, the rest could be dealt with later. Crowley tried to sense Alex, knowing he would have no luck sensing Lydia, but still came up with nothing. It was like they just disappeared. Ready to leave and start searching himself, Crowley quickly remembered something Alex had said and he instantly knew where to start.

"Winchesters."

Closing his eyes for a second, Crowley focused and tried to sense Sam and Dean. After a moment he knew where they were and disappeared, reappearing moments later in what looked like an abandoned house. A creak in the floorboards made him turn around before being shot in the chest with rock salt.

"How many bloody times am I going to be shot today!" Crowley roared.

"Crowley? What the hell are you doing here!" Dean said unhappily.

"Nice to see you too Squirrel, I need your help. What are you doing in this dump?" Crowley said, looking around at the rundown house.

"Some kids claimed there was a ghost here but we're starting to think we got punked. Why the hell did you come to us for help? What, you're not trying to kill us today?"

"No hard feelings squirrel, I'll explain everything in a minute. Do you happen to know a hunter named Alex, about yay high, short brown hair, and could use some anger management?"

"Alex Mitchell? He's not a hunter." A voice came from behind Crowley. He glanced back to see Sam joining them.

"Moose."

"Alex is an arms dealer and we get some of our supplies from him every now and then. We don't know much about him but he doesn't seem to know anything about what we actually hunt." Dean said.

"When is the last time you heard from him?" Crowley inquired.

Sam and Dean exchanged a look, trying to figure out why Crowley was asking them about this particular person.

"I don't think he is who you think he is boys. I just had the displeasure of meeting him and I cannot stress how much we need to find him right now."

'Whoa wait, what do you mean we? Why should we help you?" Sam asked him.

"Come on, how many times have I helped you with the big bads of the world? You know how it goes, I help you then you help me and the train goes round and round until we're against each other once more. It's actually quite poetic." Crowley told them persuasively. "Just answer this for me, any chance you've come across a girl named Lydia Craig? Blonde hair, big blue eyes…."

"Craig...Sounds familiar. Any relation to James and Hayley Craig?" Sam asked Crowley.

Snapping his fingers, a folder appeared in Crowley's hands, the same folder Kraven had given him earlier. Quickly flipping through the pages, he found what he was looking for before making the folder disappear once more.

"Yes, those were her parents."

Sam gave Crowley a strange look before glancing over at Dean who obviously had no idea who they were talking about, so Sam tried to jog his memory.

"Remember about five years back, small town outside of Stillwater, Oklahoma. A mom, dad and their teenage son killed in the middle of the day and we never could figure out what killed them? It seemed more human than demonic." Sam explained. "They had another kid, a seventeen year old daughter, Lydia. She was out with her friends or something when it happened. Question is, how do you know her?"

Sam looked at Crowley, waiting for an answer. He had no idea how to explain any of this to the brothers without some part of it being held against him to the point that they refused to help.

"All I know is that she is in trouble and this Alex is the way to find her. As much as I know you think I have ulterior motives, I swear this isn't one. I just want to find her and make sure she's safe." Crowley told them simply.

"We'll help you find the girl but only because she's innocent in whatever you've brought her into. After we find her, she comes with us and we'll find somewhere safe for her to go. She doesn't need to be caught up in all of this again. That's the deal, take it or leave it." Dean told him plain and simple.

Although Crowley had no intentions of letting them take Lydia anywhere, he agreed. Sam and Dean quickly went back to what they had originally been doing and told Crowley they would call once they were finished. In the meantime, Crowley checked in with his hell hound who had still found nothing. He didn't understand how they had literally disappeared off radar, but it just made him more determined and he put two of his other hell hounds on the hunt. Quickly returning to hell, Crowley summoned Kraven who appeared only seconds later.

"Sir?" Kraven said.

"The girl is missing. I need you to find out everything you can about this Alex Mitchell then report back to me. It would be in your best interest to move very quickly." Crowley told him fiercely.

Kraven quickly disappeared out of sight just as Crowley's phone alerted him of a new message. He looked at the screen to see it was a message from Dean telling him that they were ready. Snapping his fingers, Crowley appeared in the back of the Impala startling the Winchesters.

"Dammit Crowley, stop doing that!" Dean yelled.

"Sorry squirrel, time is not on our side at the moment."

"So you think Alex is gonna hurt this girl or something? Cause that makes no sense. What reason would he have to hurt her? Unless there's something you're not telling us." Sam said accusingly.

"Well to tell you the truth boys, I don't know a thing about this Alex. What I do know is that he broke into my house, shot me with one of your lovely devil's trap bullet creations, and held a knife to Lydia's throat before sticking her in the neck with a needle. I apologize if that all seems like a regular occurrence to you but whether you think so or not, she is in danger. So are you still going to help or not?" Crowley said sharply.

Neither Sam or his brother said anything more. Dean put the car in drive and drove off towards Alex's place without hesitation.

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