Supernatural meets Zeppelin

went over like a lead balloon

The evening came and the excitement with it. The arena was filled with loads of people sharing the same magic aura. Dean was having a monologue on trying not to fanboy too hard when the band appears on stage while Sam was off to bring them some drinks. Dean's mutters were interrupted by a redhead man with black round sunglasses who admittedly looked like John Lennon. 

"Hyper excited?" he asked with a quite unusual speech pattern.

Dean growled, and nodded, trying really hard to keep cool and loosing many calories doing so.

"Yeah, well, my favorite band." He looked at the stage, " Always been a dream."

The man checked him out  then pulled his hand for a handshake. 

"Anthony J Crowley" claimed the man carelessly.

"Dean Winchest- wait what?" 

"What?"

"...Crowley? Did I ...hear it right."

"Certainly" Crowley shivered a bit, "Anything wrong with it".

Dean was suspiciously staring at him when Sam appeared out of the crowd with loads of bottles in his arms and a nice flower wreath on his head.

"Everything all right?" he asked looking at Dean with a huge smile on his face.

"Yeah, fine".  

Dean finally took his eyes of the man and looked at Sam. He couldn't hide the sheer delight.

"Sammy, the colossal flower child"

"Mhm, shut up. There was this random girl who was walking around, placing wreaths on peoples heads.  Oh, hi" he noticed the stranger. By this point Sam had a resting easy smile and  couldn't walk straight . The air was filled with hashish, salve and if you happened to be passing trough a circled up crowd, there was no way you were getting out fully sober.

"Our man here, he's Anthony. Anthony Crowley." Dean introduced him,  emphasizing the name.

Sam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and didn't seem to understand, so Dean took the situation in his hands. Sam didn't  bother to listen and started staring around, giving wide smiles to his neighbors.

"So...If I may ask. How were you named that-" Dean was about to finish when Crowley turned his head and Dean unmistakably saw ... yellow eyes. Although, not like Azazel's. Golden, shining, big... snake eyes. 

Dean tensed up and Crowley noticed it. But then he shook the terror of his face and smiled.

"Wha? ...Boy, are you all right?" asked Crowley. This Dean guy was surely behaving very oddly .

"Crowley, you wretched thing. Going round decades, changing vessels? Well done,not a bad one, I'd say. Damn, you even practice different accents? Hyeh. Wait, I thought they were black. How did you.. change them to gold. " Dean pointed to his eyes, giggling.

Crowley stood there silenced by shock for a moment. Then, he started slowly.

"Thank you for your compliment, but I have been walking on earth for the past 6000 years with this body. Neither did I change my eyes. And I suppose you mistook me for another Crowley. You know... the trader"

It was Deans turn now to fall in confusion.

"So... there is another demon named Crowley other than Crowley? "

"Of course. The older and the superior one." 

"Pfft, well you both have posh accents."

"In fact I feel that neither you nor your partner are supernatural entities. What are you then."

"Hunters." he got serious for a moment, but broke into a smile again " Also this is Sam, my younger brother." Sam was busy sharing peace and love vibes with a group of half naked people.

"Winchester? You said? " 

"Yep"

This Crowley guy seemed too down to earth and cool. And Dean wasn't in the mood to smite demons . Not then. So they went on with the chat. Of course they would find a lot in common.