Crowley POV*~
I sat back on my throne and reviewed the contract I'd made last night with that girl, Melissa. I could sense beforehand that she was going to make a deal, so naturally I dug up some intel on her.
There wasn't much to find, honestly. Small-town South Carolina girl trying to make it in anthropology at a little Topekan University. Apparently, all she wanted was a friend.
And you know just how that feels.
I swatted the thought away, mentally claiming that I knew nothing of the sort.
Relaxing would be good for me, I decided. What with all the trouble the Winchesters were brewing up and the sharp increase in deals being made, I hardly had time for rest. I mentally turned my throne into a Lay-Z-Boy and reality twisted to make it happen. A pair of headphones that were connected to an iPod materialized on the arm rest. I knew that the iPod was full of my favorite songs. Just before I could equip my headphones, however, I heard a voice from the other end of the room.
"Crowley! Your highness! We found him."
I sat up, headphomes and relaxation forgotten. After all, the Word of God came first.
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Okay I am sooooooooooooo sorry that this is so short, but I have the rest of what was supposed to be this chapter still in the works, so for now this will have to do. Also, if you saw my status from this morning, I was getting a quick check on my lungs for a nasty cough I've had recently, so I had NO time to write. So again, sorry. Update: I am going on holiday to Omaha, Nebraska for the weekend, so I'll have TONS of free time to write on the way down and back. So expect me to dump all the chapters I write right away when I get back. Stay awesome, guys! -Bergen
