The Devil Within

Death Is Currently Banging on the Door

Something was wrong.

Crowley learned with the Winchesters that if a plan was going too well, something was wrong. Everything was going swimmingly with the Men of Letters and Rowena, another odd situation. Firstly, Rowena and Crowley were told that there would only be one agent of the Men of Letters. Instead, there were two. Then, they were at each other's throats when everyone got to the airport, Rowena ready to curse or hex the two humans and the Men of Letters looked about ready to shoot her. Under normal circumstances, Crowley would have been just fine with either option, but nothing was normal these days.

The Devil was gallivanting around as if he hadn't been locked up for thousands of years. Even the Winchesters were leaving it be. The Fucking Winchesters. God has apparently returned along with a long-lost sister who is the embodiment of darkness. A Prince of Hell was stuck in the deepest part of Hell for an unknown punishment, and Hell itself seemed to have been turned upside-down. Well, Crowley hasn't been to Hell in decades, but he's heard stories. The main one being that a Goddamn Human was being called the Queen of Hell.

That was the most ridiculous thing to Crowley.

"Crowley," Dr. Hess said, grabbing his attention. "Are we near the Gate? It seems this trip is taking longer than anticipated."

"We are almost there," Crowley huffed, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. "Just a few more steps, your highness."

"If it's so close, which building is it?" the other one asked. Fucking Ketch was more annoying to Crowley than Rowena.

"It's that one," Crowley huffed, pointing ahead. "And if you so much as pull any of those weapons on me, the deal is off." Crowley glared over his shoulder at Ketch. "You need me to get you inside, and don't forget that Hell is littered with Demons. Without me, you will be making permanent residency there in seconds."

"What would make you think I would pull a weapon on you?" Ketch asked, grinning—cocky bastard. "You're our guide, Mister Crowley. I wouldn't want to get lost."

Crowley suppressed every urge to roll his eyes as the group finally walked into the building, making sure that the door was locked behind them. They didn't want anyone following them, after all. The warehouse was full of all sorts of clutter, it was a maze to navigate through anything. It was meant to keep humans inside the building, so demons could get their hands on a meat suit much quicker. There also just so happened to be plenty of hiding spots for you and your family.

How convenient.

It was a good thing you were prepared quickly and got there before them. Everyone was hidden with stealth spells all of you were taught by your angels, no witch, demon, or human would be able to see you without your knowledge. With that in mind, you had to send a quick text to Meg to let her know when to drop the femur. You grinned as you watched the group approach the large red doors that would lead them to Hell.

"Bloody Hell," Crowley shouted, grabbing his left leg. Your grin fell as you realized that a femur may have been a poor decision, having not accounted for the fact that Crowley would be in terrible pain. Hell, he was on the floor. The plan almost relied on Crowley subtly leaving the group, there was nothing subtle about what was going on in front of you.

"It seems you've been injured, Crowley," Ketch said, raising a brow at Crowley. "Are you sure you can continue?"

"I'm fine," Crowley growled, picking himself up and brushing the dirt off his pants. "Unforeseen complication is all."

"And how many more unforeseen complications will we have to go through," Dr. Hess huffed, unbothered by Crowley's "mysterious" injury. "You are clearly a liability."