LOVE;

Crowley used to think that he didn't deserve such a thing, but after consuming human blood he got to the end of the thinking and discovered himself. He deserved to be love, everyone did nonetheless what they did. Crowley knew better now, he had matured way better than he thought he would.. It has been some years after all, and Crowley knew now better to not get involved with Hell and the throne, he just stayed around and helped the Winchester's at this point.. He was beginning to soften.

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Crowley still maintained Contact with some of his "members" of hell, since at first eye sight, not everyone hated him.. Not anymore. Crowley had discovered through diverse news that there was someone rulling over hell, and that that someone seemed to be.. Him..? No, it couldn't be. The description of the demon was simple: Black short hair, blacks suits, no beard.. Oh yeah, it was definitely him but from when he was way younger than now. God, he looked horrible without beard! Crowley had invited his "him" to a drink in a bar, and obviously, they started to talk and get drunk.

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Crowley was spilling more than he needed to, not even the younger "Crowley", or how Crowley called him "Fergus", could be safe from spilling more than what he meant. Crowley swallowed a bit of the alcohol as he looked at Fergus, his eyes glinted with dizziness as he tilled his head to the side, resting his forearms into the counter of the bar. How much did he change? He needed to know right now, honestly.

' And..- and.. I made friends, family even, er.. Winchester's! Yeah- Winchester's.. They are the best that could have happened to us.. •° '

Crowley struggled to maintain his composure on, but he still could say coherent words. The drink that he had been drinking had a bit of human blood that Accidentally, the bartender poured after cutting his finger with a sharp glas.. Having in count that Crowley's feelings came when he took a sip of human blood, he was more drunk than he should be.