you were a low rank demon, often times finding yourself just stirring up as much trouble on earth as you could before slipping into the next town states away, you never really made it known you were the one causing so much havoc. everyone in hell impressed but curious on who could possibly be slipping right under every hunters thumb, especially the winchesters. they figured it had to be one of Crowleys right hands, maybe someone even trying to rebel against the newfounded king of hell. they never expected it to be you.

as you slip into a small town in Tennessee trying to find some type of trouble to cause, a man at the bar catches your eye. as you go to approach him he turns to look at you, standing & leading you to a booth in the back of the bar

he smiles at you as you sit down in the booth across from him

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing causing so much chaos?”

he says as he sips a glass of bourbon, his eyes flicking red as he smirks at you