Hell.
Crowley was furious. He rarely Lost his temper, but when he did things got ugly. He already killed a dozen of his best demons, but it didn’t take any of his anger away. He had Meg, he had the angel, but he’d let them slip right through his fingers. It was true what they said. If toi want something to be done good, toi have to do it yourself.
He was torturing another demon, when he sensed someone was summoning him.
“ ‘s Your lucky day” Crowley said, before he vanished. “This better be very good” he a dit to the brunette woman.
“I want to make a deal” the woman said. She wasn’t in the least intimidated par Crowley, even though she knew he was a demon.
“What is it? Larger breasts? plus brains? Sorry, sweetheart, can’t make plus out of nothing” Crowley said.
“I’m in l’amour with someone, but he left me” the woman a dit trembling.
“And toi want me to play Cupid and shot an Arrow in his ass?” Crowley asked sarcastic.
“No” the woman said. “I want revenge. The problem is that I can’t hurt him. He’s invincible”
Crowley frowned. This was interesting. “Who are toi talking about?”
“His name’s Castiel and he’s an angel. That’s all I know” the woman said.
A big smile appeared on Crowley’s face. This really was interesting.
“I have two conditions” he said. “One, toi don’t just kill him. toi drag it out as long as possible, make him suffer. And, do toi know Meg Masters?” The woman nodded. “Take her down, too”
“How am I supposed to do that?”
Crowley leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant and whispered something in her ear.
“Do we have a deal?” he asked when he stepped back.
“We have a deal” the woman confirmed.
Crowley pulled the woman closer and kissed her to joint, joint d’étanchéité the deal.