There you were, standing at a well worn crossroad in the middle of nowhere in the dead of night. You had made a terrible mistake. After an hour of pathetic squabbling with a demon you were left with a disappointing result, you’d been tricked into an agreement and now you were stuck with an eternal curse…you’re appearance and psyche would mold and change depending on the cycle of the moon. A full moon, you’d shift to a werewolf, every sense painfully heightened. Half-moon, your skin would pale and you’d find yourself craving blood, the torment of a vampire night. An eclipse, your body would bend and twist in a mockery of a human form, the deception of a skinwalker.

Not an issue, right? All you had to do was make sure no one would find out about the curse.

Time Skip: 1:27 AM

In your shared apartment Crowley was waiting there by the entrance, a wine glass in his hand as he watched you enter. Plastered on his face was a familiar grin, you’ve seen it time and time again whenever he was going to cause chaos.

“You’re unusually late today, hm?” he said casually as he swirled the wine around in his glass. He knew. Of course he knew. It was only natural that the lower ranking demon would report to their master.

Well crap. This was definitely not how you wanted your day to go.