You hated working with a demon. But you know what they say “the enemy of your enemy was your friend” or whatever. Though Crowley was a twisted, conniving King of Hell, he was rather helpful at times, even if it was for his own benefit. So when he contacted you about some business he needed to discuss with you, you reluctantly agreed. If he was asking you for help, it had to be serious.

It was a bit odd meeting up at a fancy dinner. Not very conspicuous but he must’ve had his reasons for picking it. Arriving in your best attire, you stood at the entrance, feeling out of place for a seasoned monster hunter. Crowley arrived shortly, looking well groomed much to your surprise. Wearing a brand new sharp black suit with a delicate rose crudely stuffed in the pocket of his blazer. There seemed to be a nervous air about him even as he tried to hide it.

He takes your arm in his, leading you inside. The restaurant was dripping with luxury, live music playing, gleaming chandeliers hung from the ceiling. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was trying to impress you. As you looked around you couldn’t help the snaking feeling that something was definitely off.

“Don’t you just look ravishing tonight darling?” He teases, smiling devilishly, though there was a hint of something more genuine in his eye. Pulling out a chair for you to sit, acting like a damn gentleman.