Your and Sam's eyes dashed over to the sound "Miss me?" Crowley asked nonchalantly.

You stood, following him with your eyes "Who the hell are you?" Glaring, you backed around the couch.

Crowleys face grew upset "You don't remember me? After all that? That just hurt my feelings. Am I that forgettable?"

Sam sat up, turning to glare at Crowley "Get the hell out of here." He yelled, his hand slowly sliding back to reach for his knife.

"Oh hello moose. Where's squirrel, or that baby angel he tugs around?"

"Not here right now, what do you want." His voice is cold, ruthless, and to the point.

Crowley acts hurt "I'm wounded, you think just because I show up I need something? Truly hurts." He takes a few steps to the left, almost like he was circling you very slowly "The one I need is the sweetheart behind you."

"That will never happen." Stepping back, he stands closer to you to protect you.

"Oh Samantha, I think it will." He tilted his head before disappearing and reapearing behind you.

Sam grabbed the knife and turned sharply, stabbing the demon that was about to grab you "Not today asshat!" His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer as he gripped the knife in his other hand.

"Quick reflexes moose." Sam quickly turned around again to see Crowley standing where he was before.

Crowley talked as he walked over to the tray with alcohol on it and poured himself a drink "Protective mother moose has to protect the young huh? It's all sweet and cheery until you start sleeping with the child, the one you work so hard to protect. It's very interesting to watch this game of uncertainty collide between you all." He spun the glass, mixing the ice into his drink "What did you all call yourselves again? Team free will?" He chuckled at his own joke.

"What the hell do you want from me?" You hissed at him.

"Your abilities as the prophet to help me get rid of whatever thing is trying to force me back into the hole. I need a prophet so I can stop this tug-of-war between heaven and hell." He stopped and scoffed at himself "Oh dear, I just pulled a monolog."

"She's not going anywhere." He growled at the demon.

"She will be under the utmost VIP care. Three square meals a day, a beautiful garden to explore, the the water presure in the showers there darling-"

"Not accordingto Cas, he said the last prophet you handled died. From starvation." Crowley frowned. "There is no way she is going with you."

"I didn't come here to capture her, I came to give her a choice." He smiled, slowly sneaking closer.

"What about that guy?" Sam snorted angrily, gesturing towards the demon behind you.

"I was simply going to take her somewhere where she can think straight and not be tainted by your untrustworthiness."

"I'm not leaving him or Dean." You squeeze Sam's hips tightly.

"Adorable, so adorable the bile in my stomach wants to exit out my mouth." He frowned.

"It's my choice right? I say no." Sam steps in front of you protectively.

"Fine, but if you change your mind, bullwinkle knows how to contact me." He set his drink on the table then glanced over at you "Don't trust everything that angel says, they lie too." And with that, he dissappeared.

Sam turned to you with an angered yet concerned face "Damn it Crowley. I'm not letting anything lay a hand on you."

You smile and hug him tightly.

"Thanks Sam." He nods and kisses the top of your head.

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The next few chapters will be interesting I promise. You have all heard of the seven deadly sins right?