Placed in: Supernatural, Season 8 Episode 2, Auction scene
There they were. Everyone who wanted the demon tablet was in this room. Crowley was sure that he could win this. After all hell called dibs on the most impressive things. He know how to play this game, but the angel made him run for his money worth. At least he didn't have to worry about the Winchesters and their crew. They didn't know a thing about supernatural auctions and by the look of it, they wouldn't even get their hands on something in a normal auction. They had prepared nothing. But like everything in his life, nothing came easy as the auctionaire snatched Kevin and added him to the bundle.
Why the hell did these dumbwits bring the boy with them to this place?!
He tried to stay calm. That didn't change his plan. Maybe he could turn the deal his way. As he calculated his next move, the kids mother seemed to snap. By offering her own soul she rose the stakes unimaginable. That was really a stupid idea of hers, yet an impressive move. The king of hell tried to counter with more souls from hell, this was one of the things he had enough, but his offer was declined. Of course he could
understand their reasoning, but it was exasperating. This was a battle at a front he had long written off. Leave it to the bloody Winchesters to find somehow a way to get his plans ruined.
The gears turned in his head. This was an exceptional situation, they would not accept many other things as payment. There was only one thing he could think of, that could give him a chance.
"I bit my own soul!", he screamed without further thought. For a moment the room grew eary quiet. He could hear his heart pound in his chest. This was maybe his worst idea ever. Centuries of trying to hide that he still owned in fact his soul and now he yelled it for all world to hear.
Then the spell was broken and the auctionaire laughed: "We all know that you don't have one!" Anger and relief flooded his system. Trying too make an disinterested face he shrugged. For a moment his eyes met with the older hunters. Despite all, he really liked these boys, but were they really worth this kind of sacrifice? He could help them, maybe they were worth it... Braking the eye contact he shook his head. No he came too far.
Why would he sacrifice his most precious secret for them? It would mean his death. The auctionaire was right in one point... Demons didn't have souls. They WERE souls. And normally they consisted out of only the darkest, twisted and most tortured ones, these who gave up all humanity and turned into something quite different of their original nature. But he was a tad different. Crowley himself didn't know how, but somehow he had kept a tiny part of his humanity. Deep down in the centre of his core he felt it pulsing. Stuffed safely away so that even he couldn't make out this part of himself most of the time. He would love to believe that it was due to his stubbornness and pride that he succeeded to keep this, but the truth was that he had no clue. Over all this time no one ever had suspected anything, because it shouldn't be possible! Yet it showed clearly in his true form. Why else would he be the only red demon. Tainted not turned... Like being covered in blood from all his sins, but not an all-consuming black of darkness.
But this difference only made him work harder. He had to keep his secret, had to prove and protect himself. And he had succeeded. After all he had become the king of hell!
That's right, he reminded himself. He was the king and those were only hunters, they were pawns in his game and not worthy of his sacrifice. Why should he throw away everything he worked so hard for only to help those bloody Winchesters?
It didn't matter... It hadn't worked out and he would be a fool to correct the auctionaire. So Plan C it was. Now that this stupid idea was out of question, he could proceed to get a hold of this plate for himself.
Possessing the woman wasn't his first choice , but it worked out quite well. The tablet was everything he wanted today. Kevin wasn't his main objective, controversy to Deans believes. If the boy was really that clever he would see the truth behind his words. No matter how good the intentions of the brothers were, no one survived working with them long term.
The stone plate securely tucked under his arm, the king of hell walked in the direction of the exit. These damn seals throughout the whole building were so annoying. Reminiscing about the outcome, he decided that all in one this went better than anticipated.
However, he seemed to have gotten his hopes up too early. In the hallway, which connected all rooms, he run into the moose. Bollocks... He had been so focused on the plate and squirrel that he had forgotten about the younger hunter. Like a deer in the headlight they stood there face to face. Sam ready to fight.
"Where is Mrs Trend? What have you done to her?!", he inquired to know.
Sighing, Crowley made a dismissive gesture with his hand. "She is safe and sound with your brother. Don't worry your pretty little head too much."
"Oh...", he seemed to relax a bit. They were really getting too comfortable around him... He could easily use the situation and do god knows what or heck he could have lied! He could feel a headache forming. They kept saying that they didn't trust each other, yet it was clear that they had gotten used to him and he had noticed earlier how much he counted on them.... That just wouldn't do, he had to clear his head. Nevertheless, he waited patiently as he realized that the hunter had something more on his mind instead of walking off.
Finally Sam had sorted out his thoughts and what he wanted to say. The look that followed could not mean anything favourable. Oh no...
The moment he started, Crowley knew he had fucked up big time today. "What you said earlier... Is it true?", he pondered.
Oh for heavens sake, the demon cursed internal, he should have kept his mouth shut. Now it was too late and even denying his words wouldn't do anything good. He could laugh it off, but he knew the younger Winchester. This one wouldn't sit still and investigate until he found the truth behind his words. That he couldn't risk.
Deflating he gave up his resistance. "Yes, it was the truth. Why would I lie? You have seen the reactions, it wouldn't make sense..." Crowley could see the wheels turn in the others head, while he tried to make sense out of this confession. The king of hell finally used this opportunity to run. He wouldn't wait for the boy to ask more questions. This was already more than he ever wanted the Winchesters to know. His soul was a problematic part of his existence and he couldn't imagine the ways they could come up with to use this info against him.
The door was only a few feet away from him, when he heard hurried steps approaching from behind. Only a moment and he would be out of this freakshow. His hand outstretched to the doorknob, he froze... "Crowley!" His name echoed from the walls, while Sam came to a screeching stop at the end of the hallway. Quickly the demon opened the door and stepped out.
"Your secret is save with me!", Sam yelled after him, before the door closed. Grinning Crowley looked up to the moon, its rays lighting up his face. Maybe, just maybe it wasn't so bad after all that the moose knew his secret, he thought.
His hand touched the demon tablet in his pocket, before teleporting away. He had a job to do after all.
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