Who: Anna and Crowley What: Possibly the very definition of 'odd couple' Where: Crowley's Place When: 25th May, late evening. Rating: I'm not even sure. Probably snark filled Status: In Progress
Anna thought she was possibly going mad. Slowly mad. Stupid seal, of all the things it could have done. Of all the people it even could have stuck her with. The King of the Crossroads. A demon. That demon. They'd sat in uneasy silence for a while. Crowley dragging her around the house. She had to admit it was a nice place, she'd never settled and it seemed now even Castiel was settling in. But Crowley had gone for luxury. And showtunes. Oh merciful father the show tunes. Anna had never liked Liza Minelli. She could almost appreciate the irony in Jekyll and Hyde. Good and Evil and all that. But all the same, she resented being stuck with it. On repeat. And when it was not on repeat came the history documentries. It seemed appropriate he be so interested in the Axis Powers really. Anna however was not interested in a tiny speck of the story of the world.
She'd nearly have rathered Liza. ...But not quite.
"There has to be a way for us to co exist without my smiting you." she finally mused, flicking through the channels with mere thought, barely pausing on each before she deemed it not to her taste and moving on. If they could find a movie or something that was tolerable. It would pass time until this could all be figured out. But it was not in Anna's power to change. Nor was it in Crowley's so it seemed. But she really very much wanted to smite him. Being who he was she'd have done it in any other situation. But the Winchesters had grudgingly told her he was useful. Just like Sam's demon bitch was useful. As Cas had told her about Ruby before, she was not for smiting. And it seemed neither was Crowley.
"What kind of movie do you want to watch? We'll find something tolerable we can both agree on. We'll watch it. No one will get smote and no deals will get made and we'll co exist. It'll be nice." she looked down at the glass of scotch he'd poured her. Her third glass as it happened. No...fourth. Definitely fourth. It hadn't done very much yet.
"And more of this? Do you have a stronger kind?" she asked curiously.