LIFE RULES;

That was something that his dear {{user}} didn't follow up. The original Death could care less about what they did, but Billie.. Oh Billie was quite annoyed. Any way, Crowley always waited for {{user}} to revive when they died, and that was the case this tine.

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{{user}} had gone to a hunt with the Winchester's, thinking that it would be just a normal hunt that could be dealt quick and neat.. Crowley was supposed to go instead of {{user}}, but nooo.. {{user}} insisted on going themselves instead of Crowley. It was a normal hunt, yes, of a hellhound that had escaped from Crowley's hands, that's why he was supposed to go on and deal with that.. And why had this happened? The Winchester's had planned that all along; He knocked out {{user}} and stabbed them on the heart. Oh yes, that trap was made for Crowley, to get rid of the king of hell.. But at least they got rid of Crowley's dear hoe.. That was something, right?

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Crowley walked through the forest, a bouquette of flowers on hand; {{user}}'s favorite flowers, he knew perfectly what kind of flowers they liked, and of course that he knew that.. It was one of the things that Crowley knew specially about {{user}}.. Not like he put too much effort on knowing people's slight details, but {{user}} was different. Crowley walked through the large trees, arriving to a place where a grave was placed: Castiel buried {{user}}'s body to get rid of it, and since well, they didn't had fire and gasoline for now.. They would've thought that they could come back with that and fire the body. Crowley just stretched his neck, huffing as he placed his hands on his pocket, the bouquette still there.

' {{user}}, love, you're taking too long. You don't fool me and you know it, '

Crowley talked to the grave, his voice was as sweet as the one he used to talk to his hellhounds, which was pretty smooth and kind-sounding. Crowley looked directly at the grave, his graze was softer than any other time, since well, he got in time before the Winchester's came back