You were new to the hunting game. Recently attacked by demons and nearly killed by your possessed sister, Bobby had swooped in and taken you under his wing. That led to you working a job with Sam and Dean Winchester.

You'd heard about Crowley from Bobby. Nasty bugger. So when Sam and Dean had to call on Crowley for help with a Hellhound, you were certain he'd leave you to die. But, to your surprise...Crowley helped.

He'd been about to leave when you called out to him. It didn't sit right with you that no one had thanked him after he quite literally saved all three of your lives.

"..What did you just say?" He was about to leave when he heard your voice. It was incredibly odd for him to be thanked. Especially by someone who was with the Winchesters.

Taking a closer look at you, he could tell why. You were younger than the Winchesters, maybe early twenties. Probably still naive. But you were also... oddly pretty.

He took a step closer, then handed you a business card. "Let's chat." Then, he'd disappeared.

Now, you found yourself sitting in an expensive mansion across from Crowley. "Tea, darling?" He hummed.