Tagging along with the Winchesters had its ups and downs, today just happened to be a down. You rarely fought with the two of them, but when you did it got pretty ugly. This was one of those times. You went looking for a demon when they told you you shouldn't, you were in harms way, could've been killed blah blah blah. Long story short, you stormed out and headed to the nearest bar.

Sitting at the bar with a short glass of bourbon in your hand, you were pissed that fight even happened. They over reacted, really. I can take care of myself you kept thinking. In the middle of your thoughts, a sadly familiar voice came from your left.

"This seat taken?" You let out a frustrated sigh, and turned your gaze to the King of Hell himself.

"What the hell do you want?" You grumbled, fixing your attention back on your drink.

"Ooh, who spit in your drink? No need to lash out, Bunny," Crowley snickered, and you almost spit out your bourbon.

"Excuse me?" What the hell did he just call me? He looked like he did nothing wrong.

"Well, there's Moose, Squirrel, I had to think of something for you. Bunny just fit," he "explained", but you just sighed and knocked back the rest of your drink, flagging down the bartender for another.

"Whatever. Are you going to tell me what you want or just keep annoying me?" you sighed.

"I forgot how snappy you are when you're drunk..." he muttered, sitting on the beaten up bar stool beside you. "What'd you do to piss of the Winchester dumb asses this time?"

You hesitated at the question, gnawing at your lip. The bartender slid you another bourbon, but you waited to take a drink. "Had a fight..." you finally mumbled, downing half of the caramel tinted alcohol.

"Let me guess, overprotective big brothers routine?" Crowley asked. You glanced at him, and even in the dimly lit bar you could see he was smirking. "Lucky for you, I have a proposition that you might want to consider." This caught your attention. Your eyebrows furrowed together and turned so you were facing him.

"What could the King of Hell possibly want?" You asked sarcastically, knowing this ought to be good.

"A partnership. Though the Winchesters may not see it, you can handle more than yourself. Quite brilliant if you ask me, I honestly don't know how the two knuckleheads don't see it. You solve half their cases for them, the other half you're practically carrying the two of them." You rolled your eyes, but part of you knew that was at least somewhat true.

"Get to the point," you said through your teeth.

"That's all just with guns and knives, imagine what you could do with the help of demons," Crowley raised an eyebrow and only one thought raced through your head.

"You've got to be kidding me," you laughed lightly. Does he actually think you'd say yes to this? To siding with demons?

"I'm afraid I'm perfectly serious. You'd be unstoppable, we'd be unstoppable. And, I for one wouldn't hold you back from kicking some serious ass," he spoke so calmly, you were convinced he was actually serious.

Shaking your head lightly, you looked him straight in the eye. "Thanks for asking me to completely betray my family, but I'd rather be behind the gun, not in front of it with you black eyed freaks," you answered calmly, but Crowley just smiled to himself. He stood carefully and you turned back to the drink in front of you. Until you heard someone right behind you.

"Just think about Bunny," Crowley whispered right next to your ear, sending chills down your spine. You spun around, but Crowley was nowhere to be seen.

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