Entry tags:

adam young, anthony j. crowley, castiel (end!verse), crowley, dean winchester (end!verse), parker

Who: Fergus MacLeod Crowley, Anthony J Crowley, a bunch of NPC locals, and open to any who would be searching for the missing demons.
What: Demon trapping, for 500, Alex.
Where: An old cabin out by the lake
When: Tonight
Warnings: Demons are trapped!

It happened rather quickly, in the grand scheme of things. One moment he was sitting in his office, looking over the paperwork, the next minute he was standing in a very crude Devil's Trap. He laughed at the sight of it. "I haven't seen one of these for months!" he bellowed, for the benefit of whoever had summoned him. And then all at once, he realised he wasn't alone. He sighed, eyes rolled, lip curled up in a sneer. "You," he spat at his trap mate.

"Me," came the reply. The two of them, both named Crowley, stood face to face. "At least this answers the question of who has rights to the name." Amusement dripped off the words, and sparkled in his eyes. He took a step, intending to walk away, but found himself trapped. He frowned, and looked at his fellow demon prisoner.

"Shut it, you twat," Crowley replied. "It's a Devil's Trap. You can't walk out of it because you're a demon." Even if he was a fallen angel, apparently he wasn't too good for a Devil's Trap, which sort of made the other Crowley feel a little smug.

Whoever had summoned them had yet to reveal themselves, which Crowley thought was odd. He scratched at his jaw. He didn't feel inclined to share with the other demon the fact the fellow who had inherited his powers just a couple of weeks earlier had been summoned by a band of teenagers ill prepared to hold a demon. Either the punk ass kids had done their homework in the meantime, or they were dealing with someone or something else. Crowley wasn't sure which option he'd prefer.

"Seriously?" Crowley could have been responding to Crowley's statement, or he could have been referring to the trio of idiots in the doorway. The first thing both of the demons noticed was that one of them had his hand wrapped in gauze, and the stench of burnt flesh hovered around him. "This is not cool, gentlemen." Once Zira realised he was missing...there would be hell to pay. Literally. And that thought made Crowley smile just a little, which in turn made the other Crowley suspicious enough to smack him, and he had no choice then but to retaliate until the two of them were pushing the boundaries of the trap, and their hosts were clapping for their performance. That sobered them both up. They stood shoulder to shoulder, glaring at the three amigos.

"Now that you've got that out of your systems, shall we get down to business?" One of the three stepped forward, in front of the other two. He walked around the trap, in a rough circle. Both Crowleys watched him make his round.

The one with the burned hand spoke next. It wasn't hard to figure out he was the dumbest of the three. "How did we get two of them?"

"Beats the hell out of me, but we can work with it." The first spoke again, standing just outside the reach of the circle. "Welcome, gentlemen. We have a proposition for you..."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

There were close to a dozen teenaged boys in total. After a while, they all looked alike. The Crowleys ended up sitting back to back on the floor. The boys attempted to interrogate them, one after another. They made ridiculous demands, and then sulked off one after another.

Crowley noticed the other Crowley had stretched out his legs, and his foot crossed over the outside line of the trap. He sat up a little straighter, an eyed the circle. Sure enough, one of the bumbling idiots had smudged the line. The captives were rarely left alone, but it happened from time to time. He'd failed to mention that little detail to his trap mate, and the fallen angel clearly had no experience with Devil's Traps. And since it seemed the boys who were all full of themselves for capturing two demons had no idea the circle was broken, but they might notice if Crowley's feet stayed over the line.

Crowley stood, in hopes the other would take the hint and follow his lead. He did, without comment. Now all Crowley had to do was decide if he wanted to take on all the boys, or wait for the fumbling idiots to wander off.