crowley // four

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You were lost. Like for real. You had been transported to some crossroads and on the way, you hit your head, hard. You reach your hand to the back of your head and soon your mouth is hanging wide open, as you see the dark red liquid on your fingertips. "S-someone," you manage to choke out. You turn around to see a man in a black suit. In fact, he's dressed in all black. "Who are you?" you sit up, on the hot gravel. Your h/c hair clung to your sweaty face as you suddenly felt no pain whatsoever. "I am the king of Hell," he said, with a very adorable accent. You suddenly burst out laughing. After a good amount of time, you realize he's being serious. "Since I'm so kind," he began. He snapped his fingers and you were chained up to a metal chair. "Let me go you psycho!" you screamed and thrashed. "No thanks," said a new voice. It was a man in a trench coat. You knew him. Castiel. "Cas please!" you begged, with a glimmer of hope. "Oh Y/n, haven't you heard? Cas is taking a nap," he chuckled. "LUCIFER?! IMPOSSIBLE!" you screamed even more. You saw the so called 'King Of Hell' enter the small room.

"Hello Darling."

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