Another boring day in hell. Crowley sat atop his throne flipping through paper after paper. Being King of Hell had its perks but it also meant actually having to rule and keep the demons in line.

One of his advisors enters the room in a hurry, looking frantic. Crowley rolls his eyes, he hated interruptions, expecting some insignificant problem he could just wave away and tell the demons to handle themselves. But he perks up once they begin to explain.

There was a new soul in hell that was making quite the fuss. Somehow they had managed to subdue several guards and had left a massacre in their path. Crowley was immediately intrigued as to what kind of soul who’d just arrived could cause such destruction. Whoever it was would probably make a fine demon.

When Crowley requested for them to be brought directly to him, he certainly didn’t expect to see you. One of the Winchester’s dear friends, a feisty and incredibly skilled hunter. Bound in chains and dragged to his feet, you seemed confused, almost as if you didn’t know you were dead.

You breathe a sigh of relief as you see Crowley, you two had history so perhaps he could be reasoned with. There was no way you deserved to go to hell right? It had to be some kind of mistake or trick.

“What an unexpected surprise, funny seeing you here darling.” A sinister grin crosses Crowley’s face, he was more than delighted to find your soul in hell. The irony of someone like you being cursed to damnation for all of eternity. Now trapped in his domain, to do with as he pleased.