Who: Ruby and Crowley What: Catching up on old times Where: Crowley's flashy new set up When: Couple of hours after he showed back up Rating: Low but probably reminicing about slaughter, its how they roll Status: In Progress
He was ridiculous. That was all there was to say about it. He'd swanned into town, annoyed a good percentage of the population, had already taunted Booth and was likely responsible for why Sam had gotten up at 6 AM that day to shoot things. But yes Crowley was back, and leaving her daughter in the capable hands of her husband. Ruby had gone to meet her old friend alone and try to work out just what the agenda was this time round. Because he had one, he always had one and the demon just hoped it didn't involve Emily. Cause much as she liked the Crossroads King she would put the colt to his head herself if he decided Emily was useful to his plans. And she knew one day maybe it would come to that. Maybe when Lucifer was defeated, when hell was in Crowley's hands. Maybe then he'd look to gaining more power. And Emily Winchester was power that not even her parents really knew what to make of yet.
But for now, at the very least for the duration of this fight, she knew Crowley was onside. He liked being alive and being on the side against Lucifer was the only way he had to do that. So she'd go to find him and just for this one evening he'd be the old friend that she missed sometimes, that old temptation with stories of their shared past.
Oh and she knew how to find him. That bit was easy, she had it narrowed down to three bars and two fancy looking homes humming with magic protections. Anti Angel mostly of course, Protected, on the outside at least, against most Demons too but that hadn't bothered her since her wish. In that way at least she had one up on him and she actually liked it that way, for however long it lasted. She decided on the place after hearing the music being played. Old, over-dramatic. Very Crowley. It had taken her a little while to bypass some of the magical traps. Most couldn't. But then he knew her, and her skills, and this was a test like everything with him was a test. With a couple of expanses of power and a well placed hex bag or two. She was in.
"Open up and quit showing off, or do you have more hoops you'd like me to jump through first. You owe me a scotch. And I know you have Morrison hotel in there somewhere so make it happen before I sulk" she ordered, waiting at the door pouting decidedly melodramatically. It was just like old times.
Too like old times in some ways, but less blood, less babies and nuns involved.