CROWLEY
Demon
Posts: 74
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 21, 2024 19:57:17 GMT
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Post by CROWLEY on Mar 28, 2023 19:32:38 GMT
If Squirrel had seen him stop in his tracks outside the Diner, he’d have instantly been huffing and puffing, one stubby finger swinging in his direction to warn him to leave his kid alone, as though Winchester blood was the only thing flowing through Ben’s veins. Hell had laid claim on the boy as soon as he was born, and while his own arse was no longer planted on the throne, it still left them, him, with some sense of kinship.
He didn’t bother checking over his shoulder before he stepped in through the door. Azazel, Lucifer and their people were out there, he’d felt it like a laser eyed gaze on his back ever since Rowena had broken them out, he was done letting that mean he had to live under a rock.
Crowley fired the bearded bloke behind the till a smirking grin, plucking up a menu from the hostess’ stand at the door before he nodded towards the young man in the back booth. ”Don’t worry, I’ll find my own way.” He felt the guy’s eyes on his back as he strolled away from him. It was water after the proverbial duck’s back at this point. You could only worry about the small things when the bigger picture had been figured out or you left yourself blind to what was actually going on. That was a lesson all of the Winchesters could do with, if any of them would unblock their ears long enough to actually listen to it.
Paying little visits to both hadn’t achieved it. Crowley puffed his cheeks out, tapping the menu against his thigh as he threaded among the thin stream of waitresses and people coming and going from the tables. It had been the same exercise of banging his head against a Winchester shaped wall. One would’ve happily tossed him straight into the Empty, not caring how that left him without a demonic ally in all of this, the other had tossed out threatening little reminders of what Lucifer would do when he got his hands on him – if he managed it. Both would throw themselves onto the proverbial grenade to save the other and it’d do them a fat lot of good too. There was only one way out of this – the team work they’d believed was well beyond him.
Hmm, maybe it was Singer – that paranoid old bugger – who’d been whispering in their ear, but it was doubtful. It was just who they were, who each generation of the Winchesters and Campbells had been before them.
As he reached the table at the back, Crowley pasted that winning smile back on. He tossed the menu down on the table, slipping onto the bench seat opposite Ben. ”Hello, Ben.” The demon flipped open the buttons on his coat and settled in with his elbows on the edge of the table. One brow winged, his gaze around the place pointed. ”No company? This seems like just your dad’s sort of place. Heart attacks on plates … no bimbos behind the counter though.” He hummed like that was honestly in consideration before the smile brightened again. Now, if Ben was just like his dad and his uncle, this was where he’d get short shrift from him.
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BEN WINCHESTER
Hunter
Special Child
Posts: 307
Age:
22
Status:
Single
Played by:
Emma
Last seen Apr 26, 2024 23:22:57 GMT
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Post by BEN WINCHESTER on Sept 17, 2023 17:18:48 GMT
Graduation had come and gone and the truth was that right now Ben didn’t know what he wanted to do with the next chapter of his life. So many of his friends already had everything all planned out, Scott, Dec and Kaleb had all started grad school while Stefan had become a mechanic and Matt had become a police officer. Ben had never really thought that far ahead and now he was left in limbo not sure what he wanted to do next. He still had hunting of course, that was something he was good at and it never failed to keep him busy but he had learned what it was like to have a life outside of hunting and he knew that he wanted to keep it that way. He knew other hunters only focused on hunting and he could understand why but he had already done that while he was hunting the vampire that killed his mom and it was only when he had arrived in Mystic Falls and had to enrol himself in school that he had realised just how much he had let it consume him for four years of his life. Ben wasn’t sure what he wanted to do but he knew that he needed to figure it out. Allison had decided to go to law school and there were plenty of other options out there as well so it was just a case of trying to find the right one. For now Ben knew that he needed to get away from everything for a while and catching up with Stefan for a while had seemed like the perfect distraction. He had done his best to help find a way to stop the angel who was threatening to wipe out everyone who was supernatural and it was only when Stefan had to go meet Bonnie that Ben found himself on his own once more. He knew that he could have gone to the Grill to get something to eat since that was his usual haunt but instead he had decided to head to the Diner. Going to the Grill had felt strange for some reason and he couldn’t quite figure out why that was so going somewhere different had seemed like a good idea. He knew that a lot of hunters would have been quite happy to let Raziel go through with his plan to wipe out every supernatural being out there but that wasn’t Ben. Most of his friends were supernatural and given that he was a Special Child he knew that as far as Raziel was concerned he probably fell into that category as well. He was certain that if Raziel managed to wipe out all supernaturals then he wouldn’t stop there so he had to be stopped. Glancing over the menu, Ben looked up at the sound of a voice only to find Crowley sitting opposite him. “Please, have a seat,” he said, rolling his eyes as he set the menu down. As he spoke again, Ben frowned. “My friends are busy and I don’t know who my dad is, you know that,” he sighed. “What are you doing here, Crowley?” he asked, unable to deny that he was curious as to why the former King of Hell had decided to seek him of all people out. CROWLEY
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CROWLEY
Demon
Posts: 74
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 21, 2024 19:57:17 GMT
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Post by CROWLEY on Nov 3, 2023 19:00:19 GMT
He supposed he hadn’t been immune to the inheritance of sarcasm himself. Rowena had a mouth on her that could strip paint off walls, and he … well, he liked to think there was a little more silver to his at least. Squirrel and Moose had taken after their old man. Blunt, sarcastic, ungrateful – and no, he wasn’t just projecting his own traits onto them. It all could’ve been different for Ben, the apple falling plenty far from the tree without his dad spending much time in his life, but the Winchesters were most definitely a case of nature not nurture.
Every time he’d brought the boy up with Sam or Dean the walls had slammed up between them. Ben was off limits, he’d paid enough of a price for Heaven and Hell in the past, he didn’t deserve that trouble again. Even in his head Crowley heard Dean’s voice trail off into ’blah blah blah, Hell’s evil, blah blah blah’. Of course, Hell was evil, you could blame Lucifer for that. The Winchesters might not have liked it, but neither Heaven or Hell were going anywhere and, in his case, surely he was the lesser of the evils – ergo they were better off making sure he was the one who ended up back on the throne. Better the devil you know and all that.
Their problem now was that without Dean pulling on his brother’s choke chain, Sam was likely to try and escape this whole mess. He’d done it before. Brushing off hunting to shack up and try and play house with someone. Dean had done it too. A little taste of the normal and all would be well, only Lucifer and his lap dog were never gonna make it that easy. If you weren’t standing up to them they were stomping all over you. Usually a little visit from Azazel or a brush with the big man himself was enough to have them both rushing back into battle, but Dean was gone and while there wasn’t a single head around here rattling with memories of him – barring his and Feathers’ - those yee haw assholes and their wild hunt were gonna ensure there was no line of defence against Hell in this town.
Narrowed eyes studied Ben as he sat in front of him. On the surface nothing looked different, he was still about as welcome as the plague. Crowley huffed out a breath and then shot Ben a smile. ”That’s what I love about you Winchesters, you’re all so welcoming. No long time no see Crowley. How’ve you been Crowley?” He plucked the menu up that Ben had dropped and snorted. ”You’re not the only one who doesn’t, Jr,” he muttered. ”Seems like everybody’s had a problem with that lately.” Who knew how many others had already been taken. The town could’ve lost half its population in days and nobody who was still here would’ve been any the wiser.
Crowley’s smile turned wolfish as he leaned in further and used the menu to prod at Ben’s chest. The last time he’d had a little memory issue it’d been Castiel’s fault, this time would be easier to solve if he had his way. ”I’ve come to see you about that little problem. What do you remember about who was meant to have been cozying up to your mum? I can tell you it wasn’t the stork that dropped you off, or a 21st century immaculate conception.” That much should’ve been obvious to Ben too. There should’ve been a wall there to scratch at, little crumbs of the past to pick over, the same way there had been when Sam had been dragged out of the cage.
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