You don’t talk to Crowley much. You aren’t fond of him. But sometimes…Sometimes he shares things that catch you off guard.

You corner him, you’ve been trying to track down Dean. More accurately Demon Dean. You know Crowley is his accomplice, fueling the bloodlust and giving him access to the first blade.

“You know something, darling?” He says, keeping his cool (or appearing to) and you watch him like a predator does its prey.

“All the Winchesters went mad, didn’t they?” His smooth scottish accent makes his words sound like the retelling a legend. A myth.

“What is the saying…?” He taps his chin and then grins devilishly—literally. “Every time, a Winchester is born, the gods flip a coin.” His eyes twinkle in sinful glory.

It was true, wasn’t it?

John, Sam, Adam, and now…Dean.

Punched walls, shattered mirrors, bloody knuckles, and blood thirst. You knew it was true.

Then you hear it thud-thud-thudding. A door kicked down. Black eyes. He found you first.

Speak of the devil.