"Nothing's working he's not gonna talk." Dean said, aggravation ghosting his tired voice.
They'd been at it for hours. It wasn't exactly a surprise that cracking the KING OF HELL wasn't exactly going to be a cakewalk, but that didn't make it any less frustrating.
Lily, who'd been analyzing the entire situation only to have formulated a headache, spoke up, "Well did you try-"
"Torture won't work, but at this point I might just try it." Dean replied. It's like he could hear Crowley mocking him even when he was cuffed in the other room.
"Wait," Lily said, eyes slight with an idea, "I think I've got something."
•••
When the door creaked itself open, Crowley nearly scoffed. He didn't know whether to be offended or laugh.
"So this is how you plan on getting your information. A bloody child?" He said in disbelief.
Dean had this look on his face that made Crowley so sure he'd finally lost it. He looked at the two with him; the infamous little Winchester, Lily and the other new addition to their merry band of idiots.
He understood anyone with the last name Winchester was not to be underestimated, but the other one, well. If there was supposed to be anything remotely threatening there he just wasn't catching it.
The girl stood in between the two Winchesters didn't look like much. She looked like she just rolled out of bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes despite the afternoon light pouring through the window. Her shirt was evidently backwards, but she didn't seem to notice. The bunny slippers on her feet were a bit disarming and her braids were the embodiment of a Gordian knot.
"This is Cleo." Dean said, patting the teen's shoulder who barely registered his presence, "She wants to talk to you."
While Crowley attempted to figure out their motives, (wondering if he killed someone the so called Cleo held dear or something) Lily took over the operation.
She pushed her friend into an already set up chair, double checking that Crowley was indeed cuffed before taking a step back.
"Cleo." Lily asked, slightly humored by her friend just not realizing she was in front of the king of hell.
"Hm?" Cleo hummed, subconsciously thinking about whether she wanted cereal or waffles for breakfast.
"Why don't you sing that song?" Lily asked, an evil grin lifting itself upon her face at Crowley's confusion.
"Which one?" Cleo drawled with a yawn.
"The song."
With that something seemed to snap her awake, and a smile spread across her face.
Lily turned to Crowley. "Last chance." She said.
With nothing in response, Lily nodded over to Dean who left, closing the door with a strange sense of finality.
•••
"...and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves..."
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