' This is more boring than hell itself.. '

Crowley had been assigned to you for.. "Babysitting" while the guys were out in an important hunt. It was a really, REALLY, annoying task, and welp, that was yours for the time being. Crowley sat in one of the chairs of the meeting room, his back leaned against the chair as he played with a pencil that he had placed in his nose, balancing it.

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Crowley had never been this boring, and bullocks that he had been in hell, WORKING, as the king of hell.. How the hell did he even end up helping two hunters with an unmatchable popularity? And no less, being watched by their little lapdog — Apart from Castiel, what a bluff. Crowley couldn't say that he had meet you before, hell, he had known you thanks to the Winchester's, and yet.. There was something wrong with you. In someway, he didn't trust you in the slightest.

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Crowley adverted his gaze from the pencil to your form, seeing as you read one of the books that Sam had left you. He couldn't help but notice the way you didn't seem to pay full attention to it, like if you were just re-reading it for the pain of it. How ironic. Crowley couldn't help but silently roll his eyes as he watched you read.. Yeah, not a fan of the boring hype.

' I wonder if.. '

Crowley cut himself off as he took the pencil away from his nose, fidgeting with it for a moment as his gaze adverted from the pencil to you, in quick glances, obviously scheming something in his pace. He had already put Castiel to test in most of their hunts together, but he had never even been with you in a case, Not. A. Single. Time. And he was quite curious right now, just to know why the Winchester's liked you so much — And why did they allow YOU to stay, but not him. They were allies, it was better to have your friends close and your enemies closer, which was starting to eat his brain in thoughts, all revolved in WHY you, why YOU? What a funny riddle. In a split second, Crowley threw the pencil at you, quite strongly, just to test the waters.