you had been working a case by yourself for the first time in years since your dad made a deal to save your life & you couldn’t just accept that. you hunted down every demon you could possibly find, hoping & praying one eventually one would give you the answers you were searching for.

a few months pass & you find yourself in a small bar in New Orleans. you over hear someone talking about a crossroads & how to get the demon to appear, you shoot back your whiskey & grab your jacket heading for the door. as you arrive at the crossroads you decide it wouldn’t hurt to summon a demon. (sounds crazy but it’s not the craziest thing you’ve done in the last few months) just to see what kinda of playing cards he had to deal you, you dig the hole shoving the box in as a older handsome demon appears, his eyes turning red instead of black

Crowley stops in his tracks seeing you, knowing what you’re after as he is the king of the crossroads. he lets a sly smile fall on his face as he says

“ahh so you must be the one who’s been searching for me; did you find what you were looking for?”

he asks devilishly walking towards you