It wasn't that long when Crowley got the call from an unknown cell phone number. He warily picked it up, hoping it wasn't Hell with an assignment for him.
"'Ello~?"
"Hey Crowley, it's Dean.", came the hunters voice from the flip phone.
"Oh hey! Didn't expect you ta call this soon. A week maybe, but not a day...", Crowley paused when he sensed something from Dean through the phone.
Not as strong as when he would be on his trail or area, but he could still sense it.
"You found it.", Crowley states, all sense of humor from his voice, gone.
"Yeah, summoned it to be more exact.", Dean informed him.
"You what!?", Crowley hissed, voice raising to a shout, not caring about his neighbors at all, "Are you a moron!? Do yah still have your eyes!?"
"Wha-? Oh right! The thing wore a meat suit and nothing we had could hurt it.", Dean explained.
It still doesn't take angels off the board; all the clues point to them. Aziraphale was the only Angel to receive a corporate form while Crowley was the only Demon, alive at least, to have one as well.
"You need help identifying it?", Crowley guessed, that's the only reasonable thing they could be calling him for.
"Dean, we know what it is.", Crowley can hear Sam protest in the background.
"No, we don't Sammy!", Dean snapped.
Angel it is. But he'll have to ask additional questions in order to prove he actually thought about it. Plus, it wouldn't hurt to make sure.
"Alright. Do you want me there now? Or is it fine if I drive.", Crowley asked.
"Now would be preferable. We are all in a bit of a disagreement and you told us that you had a hunch of what could've pulled me out.", Dean explained.
"I did.", Crowley agreed, "Now, I'm starting to think it's more of a real deal and less of a hunch. I just need you to tell me what happened and I might have questions afterwards."
"Great, sounds like a plan."
"Right, so junk yard or lover's hotel?"
"Huh? How'd you know that we were at either of those places?", Dean questioned.
"...", Crowley thought over what to say before sighing exasperatedly, "I'll tell you at some point while I'm there."
"...Okay, but you better have a damn good explanation."
"Don't worry, I do.", Crowley assured the young man, "So? Junk yard? Or hotel?"
"... Junk yard."
"Right, be there in a jiffy then.", with that Crowley hung up and was gone in an instant.
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When Crowley arrived at his destination, he decided to appear in front of the house instead of inside. Knew his angel would be proud that he showed up with proper manners for once.
So, with that thought, Crowley strode forward to the front door and knocked. Well, more like banged on it really. He's still a Demon, give him credit for at least not appearing inside without even being invited in.
The door opened to the rugged man that was with Dean and Sam the other night at the psychic's house.
"Anthony J. Crowley.", Crowley said in greeting, hand held out for a shake.
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The Fallen Guardian
FanfictionAll Crowley wanted, was to spend time with his Angel. Instead his is sent off to the states by Hell, who haven't contacted him in YEARS. So he hopped across the pond, with a little bit of guidance, and soon to be therapy, from Aziraphale on the phon...
