Who: Sam Winchester and Crowley What: Drinking demon blood. Or, one of them is, anyway. When: Backdated to Friday, around 1am. After their conversation. Where: Sam's place. #108C Rating: TBD
There were certain things about the world that Crowley, after all these years, still didn't quite understand. Like how someone cold let themselves get addicted to demon blood. Yeah, because that sounded like a good thing to be drinking right from the start, anyone could tell.
He had grumbled all the way through letting his blood drip into an empty rum bottle, but was quite loud as he made his way out of the apartment, taking care not to call attention to himself least he have to explain to Zira what he was doing walking out the door with a bottle of blood in his hand. But once that was taken care of, Crowley headed to the idiot's apartment.
The first time he tried the door it was locked, but all that caused was for him to roll his eyes behind the dark sunglasses he wore. The second time he tried the door, it swung open easily. "Alright, Sam. I'm here," he called out.