I turned slowly so I was facing the restaurants vintage and tacky decor. He sat there in the the booth closest to where I was standing with a smile on his face. He was short, dressed in all black, and had dark hair.
"Have a seat." he said while gesturing to the seat in from of him. I caustically moved over to where he was and slipped into the bright read leather seat.
Sulfur.
"We need to have a chat," he said in a British accent and I shifted in my chair.
Where are Sam and Dean?
Music played from the corner of the room but I tuned it out. I glared up at him and crossed my arms.
"Now where are my manners, you don't even know who I am." he smiled at me and I ignored it and tried to keep myself from shaking. "Crowley, king of hell."
What?
My eyes widened in shock and I had to take a deep breath so I wouldn't freak out and go crazy from fear. He must of realized that I was scared and laughed to himself.
"I already know who you are," pausing he leaned back in the chair, "Leigh Winchester, sister of Sam and Dean, daughter of Mary Winchester and God. So what does that make you? half arch-angel?"
I stayed silence and stared him in the eyes. Hatred dripping off the look I was giving him. Crowley had a smug expression on his face.
After he realized I wasn't going to respond to him he let out a sigh and leaned forward on the table. He started talking but I tuned him out.
I had a flask of holy water in my pocket.
I stared at him while he talked but the words didn't get to my brain. There were only a few words I could make out like "bargain chip", "angel blade", and "war of heaven and hell".
I just needed to throw the water at him and run. I kept my eyes on him in a glare so he wouldn't think anything was up.
Play it cool Leigh.
Don't mess up.
You can do it.
Just grab it and throw it and it will hopefully work.
Idiot.
Maybe I could just open it really really fast and dump on him, break the window, and get out.
Ok.
That's not a...terrible...idea.
"And with you I can rule eve-" Crowley screamed as the contents of the tiny silver bottle poured out onto the top of his head. His skin started to burn and smoke as he held his hands over his face. I pulled myself out of the chair and started sprinting towards the door.
CRASH.
I flew off the ground and slammed into the shelves covered in glass bottles. Everything fell down on top of me as I landed on the ground. The wind was knocked out of me and everything hurt. I groaned and tried to move but I couldn't even do that.
Crowley slowly walked over to and I later there still. His feet echoes against the black and white tiled floors and he bent down next to me.
"Well, that wasn't very nice now was it." he said quietly and quite aggravated. I opened my eyes for a few seconds and looked up at the few shelves above me. They were quite large and were bigger than I was and they really hurt to get thrown into. My back was against the wall and my eyes closed again as I laid in a ball.
"Drop...d-dead..." I barely managed to say in a quiet husky voice. This must have really made him mad because the rest of the shelves above me fell down on top of me.
I groaned and Crowley used his "demon powers" to move them off of me but I could still feel the pain.
Then I blacked out.
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