Power // Crowley // SPN

Rampage

A week late she hit rock bottom and was found at a bar on a rampage murdering demons that pissed her off simply for breathing in her vicinity.

'You want a piece of me to, do ya!' She snapped her blade covered in demon as they circled her.

'Winchesters were always off limits' one demon said 'but youve been causing trouble since dear old dean went bye bye.'

'Dont say his name' dove spat

'Crowley has a thing for you. Not sure why maybe he thinks you would be a good demon.' The demon said as he circled the littlest Winchester. 'I dont know. Hes not going to find out though'. Dove smirked as they neared. No matter how much she hunted how much she killed she could never bring back her brother. no one knew where he went she didn't have clue anymore. he was gone who knows where, to the empty, the void maybe for cas and dove didn't know how to contact the empty. Dean was a man though he wasn't supernatural he shouldn't be there but he wasn't anywhere else!. He wasn't on earth. He wasn't in heaven and he wasn't in hell. So where was her brother!

So she kept fighting and kept hunting and kept trying to find a new normal in her life without her brothers but she couldn't. She lost Dean and Sam had vanished live normal life and she couldn't do normal she had never been normal she had always been like Dean she always liked the hunt like the fight good at causing trouble, never really cared much for school. She couldn't just give it up like Sam could.

Sam had always wanted a normal life, dove didn't and she wasn't about to stop now she just had to figure out how to do this solo. Once all the demons were killed, their bodies laying around her at the bar she moved over them and ordered another drink. the bartender looked at her with shock and fear and she simply asked;

'are you a demon?' he shook his head not really understanding the question she said 'good then you have nothing to worry about now pour me a damn drink!' He did as requested and ran to the other side of the bar and out The door.

Crowley came and then popping in right next to her, he always like to pop in places never just walk in like a normal person but then again Crowley wasn't normal either.

'Dove, my love' he said sweetly coming up and massaging her shoulders 'I hear you've been causing quite a stir up with my demons.'

'Are you going to kill me Crowley?' she asked pulling a bottle of whiskey over the counter and pouring herself another glass. 'come to tell me that I shouldn't be hurting your demons?' she spared him a glance, his hands still on her shoulders. 'they aren't doing anything to anyone, why would I kill them? Some speech like that?' dove asked pouring another drink.

'On the contrary love take some more.' Three more appeared and she gave crowley a skeptical look.

'What's the catch?' she asked as he picked up her glass, drinking down the whiskey for himself.

'There is no catch love' he placed the empty glass in front of her.

'Sure there isn't what's the catch Crowley?' she spun on her stool to face him.

'I know you're going through a hard time and it seems this is helping or at least you're pretending it's helping and I want to be the one to help you. can't I be the one to help you? won't you let me be the one to help you dove?' Crowley said brushing her blonde streaks from her face.

'I suppose that would be very nice of you but what's in it for you?'

'What's in it for me?' Crowley pretended to think about it as he leg bounced against his thigh anxiously. 'besides your wonderful company?' he smiled at her and poured himself another drink, he took a sip, his eyes watching her face contort as she thought about it. 'Nothing dear nothing yet anyways. Now enjoy. A gift for you.' He coed in her ear. She killed them easily enough and moved back to the bar where crowley was pouring her another drink a grin on his handsome face.