Who: Aiden, Cas, and Crowley What: Crowley wants what is his Where: The Harvelle-Winchester house When: Saturday morning Warnings: Will update.
Crowley had been sitting on his ass long enough. he had no powers, no supernatural influence. He was just a guy, now. And, somewhere in the back of his mind, he identified himself as a father without a child. Well, he could do something about that, now that the wards and runes and all that other mojo couldn't touch him.
He was up bright and early, and headed to the house where the most daunting protection was a rather large doberman, who slept outside. Johann raised his head, and offered a low wwarning growl as Crowley walked toward the property. Crowley had come prepared, and tossed a scrap of meat to the former hound of hell. Johann eyed the meat, and the man, warily before moving toward it, giving Crowley the opening to stalk past him.
"Stupid mutt," Crowley hissed, as he headed for the back door. He didn't bother to knock, though he did try the lock. He resorted to picking the lock, and after only a minute or two, the door swung open. Johann stood a few feet away, watching. It wasn't until Crowley opened the door that Johann offered a single warning bark. Crowley looked back at the beast and sneered, then slid inside, carefully shutting the door behind himself.
He stood still for a moment, listening. The house was quiet, but Crowley knew Aiden was there, alone with Cas. He'd seen Jo and Dean leave earlier, and they hadn't returned. Crowley liked the odds, he didn't consider Cas much of an obstacle, he just had to determine where the former angel was, at the moment.
Crowley did a quick sweep of the ground floor, then headed upstairs. He'd never been in the house before, but the first room he approached was Aiden's, and the baby was alone in his crib. Crowley debated if he should find and take care of Cas first, but opted to go in and see his son. Aiden looked at him with wide eyes, and he cooed as Crowley reached in to the crib to pick him up.