December 28, 2009
Death Valley, Nevada

Tears streamed down my face as I dug through the dirt out in the desert, I hadn't been back here in almost ten years. I was surprised I even still kept the box of items needed to summon a Crossroads Demon for all these years. I guess some part of me had decided to keep it in case of an emergency, right now was definitely a fucking emergency. I stood up, brushing dirt into the hole with my foot, stomping it down to flatten it, and wiped my tears.

"Well, quite frankly, I'm flattered that you wanted to see me again so soon."



"Shut up, you demonic piece of shit."
"Watch your tongue, boy." Crowley snarled. "I could rip out your heart faster than you could blink."
I clenched my jaw.
"I suppose there's a reason for you summoning me, then?" he questioned. "If you don't want to jump ship early, that is."
"Bring him back."
"Who?"
"Jimmy."
"Not ringing a bell, mate." Crowley smirked.
"You know exactly who I'm talking about, you smart ass." I growled.
"The tall, lanky one with the stupid lisp?" he teased. "Crossroad demons have already resurrected one Moose, multiple times." he paused, thinking. "Although, I suppose, with his build he's not really a Moose, is he? More like a Giraffe."
"Stop beating around the bush!" I snapped. "Bring him back!"
"What's his significance to you?" Crowley asked. "You two a little Brokeback Mountain for one another?"
"He's like my brother, you twisted asshole."
"Oh, I think I've had enough of brothers resurrecting one another for a lifetime." he groaned. "What's the point if you're just going to end up Hellhound chow in a few short months?"
"It's a few extra months I'd get to spend with him, and he gets to live."
"Even if I were to bring your gangly friend back from limbo, I couldn't." he said. "I've already got your soul, you've nothing to offer in exchange."
"There has to be something..." I pleaded.
"Well..." he mused. "I suppose there is one thing..."
"I'm all ears."
"I've got a lot of rogue wankers running around causing quite a mess of things."
"So what? You want me to ice a few Demons?" I asked. "Done."
"A few?" Crowley scoffed. "There will always be rogues, mate." he laughed. "If I bring back your little friend, you become my bitch, for the rest of your life."
"Which isn't long, anyway." I shrugged.
"That's where you're wrong." Crowley said. "You'll live out a long, human life, but I will forever have you on a leash, and you will jump when I say jump, you will bite when I say bite. I am your Boss, you work for me."
"But you'll bring him back?"
"Good as new, healthy as a horse."
"Then I accept your conditions." I nodded. "I'll sacrifice my freedom, for his life."
"Nothing like Brotherhood to bring even the toughest of men to their knees." Crowley sniggered. "Alright." he clicked his fingers. "It's done."
"Just like that?"
"He'll wake up from his little coma within the hour."
I sighed in relief.
"You know how to seal the deal on your end, sweetheart."
I rolled my eyes, striding over and fighting against the bile that rose in my throat as I kissed him. "Surely there's a less humiliating way you can seal deals at this point?"
"Oh, there's plenty of ways, mate." Crowley snorted. "But what fun would they be? Plus, you're an excellent kisser."
"Fuck you." I scowled.
"At least buy me Dinner, first." he smirked...

Notes

BOOM! TWO UPDATES IN ONE DAY, BITCH!!
Might be a third in a couple hours, see how things go
If not, by the end of the weekend, for sure, but hopefully today
Sorry this one is hella short, there was gonna be more but I figured it'd suit the next chapter better

BUT YASSS!
MORE CROWLEY!
I've had this part written for like, over a month, so glad I finally got to use it!!

Until next time xx