Ah, hell. Barely past lunch and already the angry pounding on the door had started. He hadn't even gotten into the good stuff yet.
Crowley remedied that at once, opening the door with a fresh glass of Scotch in hand and an exaggeratedly polite smile on his face. "Ah. If it isn't Winchester the Elder, I might have guessed. Something I can do for you?"
As far as he could remember, he hadn't done anything lately that should have got the young moron in a lather, unless Dean had some sort of violent objection to Sinatra.
Dean had nothing against Sinatra and when Crowley opened the door the hunter just glared at him.
"Cut the crap, Crowley." The hunter didn't wait for an invitation but instead pushed past the demon and in to the room. He snatched out those notes from Sookie and tossed them on the table.
"What the hell has Sammy been comin' to you for?" The hunter knew the drill, he'd probably have to make a deal, but that was a price he was more than willing to pay if he could find Sam.
Crowley blinked at him. "Sorry, haven't seen Gigantor since the big singalong," he said, quite honestly, shutting the door.
He glanced at the notes. "You do know interfering with mail's a Federal offense, right? I'll go out on a limb and guess it was your brother's brain that was picked by our mysterious Lady Jane?" He shook his head. "Careless of him, honestly. But if he did have in mind to come talk to me, he hasn't done it yet."
He set another glass on the table and filled it, shoving it Dean's way. "Not that I'd necessarily be at liberty to divulge the details if he had, mind you. ...Here, settle yourself down before you burst a blood vessel. It can't be as bad as all that."
"Yeah, exactly what I thought." Dean stepped in, he wanted to yell as loud as he could, threaten but he knew that wasn't going to work with Crowley so he reigned himself in.
Oh the tension was still there "Yeah, you just stay the hell away from Jane and Sam." The hunter was studying the demon as he continued to speak, he was trying to tell if Crowley was telling the truth.
As his hand closed around that glass of whiskey he still wasn't sure "Let's cut the crap" The hunter slammed back a heavy shot of that alcohol "I need to know where the hell Sam is and I'm bettin' you can find out. So what is it you want?"
He felt like he was working against a time clock here and while he initially wanted to confront Crowley about what him and Sam had been talking about, he noticed one thing, either Crowley had nothing to tell or he was not going to tell or else he may have struck up a bargain.
"Since I know you ain't gonna tell me if he was here."
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Crowley remedied that at once, opening the door with a fresh glass of Scotch in hand and an exaggeratedly polite smile on his face. "Ah. If it isn't Winchester the Elder, I might have guessed. Something I can do for you?"
As far as he could remember, he hadn't done anything lately that should have got the young moron in a lather, unless Dean had some sort of violent objection to Sinatra.
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"Cut the crap, Crowley." The hunter didn't wait for an invitation but instead pushed past the demon and in to the room. He snatched out those notes from Sookie and tossed them on the table.
"What the hell has Sammy been comin' to you for?" The hunter knew the drill, he'd probably have to make a deal, but that was a price he was more than willing to pay if he could find Sam.
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He glanced at the notes. "You do know interfering with mail's a Federal offense, right? I'll go out on a limb and guess it was your brother's brain that was picked by our mysterious Lady Jane?" He shook his head. "Careless of him, honestly. But if he did have in mind to come talk to me, he hasn't done it yet."
He set another glass on the table and filled it, shoving it Dean's way. "Not that I'd necessarily be at liberty to divulge the details if he had, mind you. ...Here, settle yourself down before you burst a blood vessel. It can't be as bad as all that."
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Oh the tension was still there "Yeah, you just stay the hell away from Jane and Sam." The hunter was studying the demon as he continued to speak, he was trying to tell if Crowley was telling the truth.
As his hand closed around that glass of whiskey he still wasn't sure "Let's cut the crap" The hunter slammed back a heavy shot of that alcohol "I need to know where the hell Sam is and I'm bettin' you can find out. So what is it you want?"
He felt like he was working against a time clock here and while he initially wanted to confront Crowley about what him and Sam had been talking about, he noticed one thing, either Crowley had nothing to tell or he was not going to tell or else he may have struck up a bargain.
"Since I know you ain't gonna tell me if he was here."
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