Winchestered

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Crowleys POV (Actual dialog from the serie 2/9)

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I just want to be loved.

I deserve to be loved.

Who could have thought that their own words would haunt themselves. The memories of what happened that night was blurry but there was one part that kept constantly repeating and repeating every second pf every day in my mind.

Every time I flick them away they come back even more vivid then how they left. And since I am chained here with nobody to kill to let my anger and frustration out of, it has turned against me and it's slowly driving me insane.

Bloody Winchesters always think they know best.

The lights of the dark dungeon shone and small footsteps came from the other side of the wall that separated me from the rest of the room.

I listen closely to try to identify who the person was.

"Kevin?" I asked.

The foot steps stopped. Just as I thought.

"Kevin I know it's you. I'd recognize the pitter patter of those little feet anywhere." I continued.

He continued to search for whatever he was searching for. But I know why he is here. And it's not because of no book.

I know my words has an effect on him. They do to everybody. I'd like to think that's why I became the king of hell in the first place.

"That's right. Run. It's what you do" I paused. "I understand I do, You're... what's the word? Weak." I laugh.

A moment of silence passed before he opened the door and took a step in.

"Hiya, Kev" I smirk.

Kevins POV

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"So, what brings you to my boudoir handsome?" Crowley smiled at me.

"You're going to tell me how to kill a night of hell." I demand.

Trisha told us that the first blade was bad news and we shouldn't come anywhere near it. So that leaves me with yet another question. How the hell are we going to kill Abaddon.

I can already feel the anger inside of me slowly trigger. It's like I have a gun pointed at my head and none the less but Crowley is holding it.

"Abaddon giving you trouble aye?"

Why is he so calm. It's just making me get even angrier.

"Tell you what, If you let me go I will spit roast that little whore for you. Sound good?"

Yeah right like I would make a deal with him.

"You're bluffing" I snap. "You don't know"

"Oh I know plenty, for example, she's love you. Skinny, Submissive, you're just her type."

He is playing with you, I thought to myself. He is playing with me.

"Shut up" I walk to then left then to the right.

"Fine, It's not what you came for anyway... Not really"

I could feel the anger inside of me. And how much it wanted to released.

"What's in your mind Kevin?" Crowley smiled. "You could tell me. We're friends"

"You tortured me." I raised my voice.

"I torture all my friends that's how I show love" He smirked.

For some reason I wanted him to taste the sweet metal taste of his version of love.