After nothing but days and weeks of dead leads, you had finally discovered Dean Winchester's last known location. It was at a bar and upon entering, you had easily discovered the two sat at a table drinking and talking about something.

When you had your back turned to the two as you did not want to confront Dean or even Crowley for that matter, Crowley's eyes made their way over to you and he gazed, he faced Dean for a moment and kept his focus between you and him.

Before speaking, he had raised his small glass of whiskey and had a drink. When he did speak, it was in his typical snarky British accent.

"Not to worry you, Dean, but seems you have company" He teased with a smirk earning him a very annoyed grunt from Dean yet Crowley could not help but tease him further "Why not go talk with them? Would hate for you two to still be on bad terms..." He mocked.

Dean finally spoke up and he was in no mood for a lengthy conversation.

"Knock it off, Crowley" He warned.

Crowley chuckled, his smirk still on his lips as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Sorry, didn't mean to hurt your feelings, Squirrel, though I was thinking it would be nice if I also turned them into another one of my demons...give you a friend and me some entertainment...what do you say?". He knew Dean would most likely argue back that he did not need a 'friend' but Crowley still dared to ask.

Just as the King of Hell believed, Dean shook his head in refusal.

"No, I don't need- we don't need anyone else...we don't need Sam on our asses or Cas" He refused also having a drink of his own.

Crowley smirked and then stood up from his seat, whiskey in hand as he waltzed over to you much to Dean's disapproval.

There was silence for a moment as he had yet another drink and then he spoke.

"Hello, love" He greeted in his casual tone "Fancy seein' you here, would you like a drink? On me...or Dean" He smirked. He gestured you over to a table and not wanting to seem rude as other people were around you, you followed and had a seat with him at another table though it was still in eyesight of Dean who was eyeing the karaoke machine which he had been frequenting despite many customers hating him for doing so as he had been drunk each time he had used it.

As he continued to speak and drink in-between talking, there was something charming about the way he lured you in with what he had to say yet you knew he was someone that you could not trust, you knew the kind of person he was and here you were listening to what the King of the Crossroads-turned King of Hell was saying.

When you did finally bring yourself back to reality, Crowley seemed to be in the middle of a monologue and it sounded like he was praising himself but then what he had to ask sent a shock down your spine "So, what do you say? Be a demon...have some fun, you get to see Dean..." He remarked "Yes, he's a demon thanks to yours truly, can't make you a Knight of Hell like he is but if you want to see Dean again...".

On the upside, you could get to be with Dean but on the obvious downside, you'd be a demon under the command of Crowley. There were two options but after a little persuasion, you had convinced him that you had to think of an answer.

"Fine, but you get...shall we say the next twenty-four hours and if I don't get an answer, I will do it by force, do we have a deal?" He asked, his voice influenced by excitement,

At the mention of having to deal the deal with a kiss or a contract, Crowley only laughed.

"Not this time anyway...but if I find out you've gone and run to Moose and that pet angel of yours, I will find you again and next time I won't be so willing to let you off so easily..." He warned as you then stood up and walked out of the bar.

Once gone, Crowley then got up from the table and returned to the one he originally was sat at with Dean who was drinking another beer. He looked at Crowley with a silent 'What happened?' to which Crowley answered.

"Just humans doing what they do best...being stubborn" He scoffed shaking his head. "Now we wait until tomorrow" He murmured having another drink.