Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

➸ Making A Deal ➸ Crowley

You glare after the demons that have just tortured you for the whereabouts on Dean and Sam Winchester. The only thing is you haven't seen them since they were little kids, like yourself at the time. But they are insisted that they have heard you were with them on a hunt two weeks ago. That maybe true but you'll deny anything they ask you, you think as you smile smugly after their retreating forms.

"You'll never get the information you need!" You yell after them as they both slam a steel door behind them and the room goes pitch black.

You know you are in a warehouse but in a basement. You thought warehouses didn't have basements as you look around the pitch black space. But it is a warehouse because of the largeness and the structure beams. There are no windows and there is a pile of used bloody weapons and trinkets on a crimson red cart right beside you. You're strapped into a hard metal chair with chains on your feet, hands and neck.

You could hear others creatures down a hall, through push and pull doors with their cries for help screaming for someone to help them. But other than that it is an eery quiet in the dark quiet space and you can hear almost anything.

You actually weren't on a hunt with the Winchesters two weeks ago as you lead them to believe. You are only tricking them so they'd waste all their time on you so they don't get any leads. You know that they have no idea what your plan is and if you die you don't really care. Your a hunter you die when you least expect it and you don't live long.

Your ears pick up a sound as you sit there in your chair and chains. You can hear a sound of footsteps on the concrete floors and the splash of the puddles. A light behind you is turned on and you see a older man with a slight beard and black suit in front of you. He has a little tummy on him and has brown colored eyes with brown thinning hair. He carries himself with a certain pose of dominance, authority and power.

"I've heard you know the whereabouts on the Winchesters." He asks but more like states.

You nod your head and start to feel your face to bruise and swell up from the torture earlier. You try to move around in your metal seat for a better position but come up with no avail.

"Then tell me where they are." He says coldly and it strikes you with a pang. Fear creeps up you with just the slight confrontation with this man or whatever he is. A chill goes down your spine as you stare at his dark brown looking eyes.

"No! I'll never tell anyone of you demons! Even if you make them torture me it'll never make me confess!" You yell at the man-thing as you become short of breath.

"So, my demons were... too polite?" He asks you and walks closer to you.

"I guess you could say that." You sneer out. He walk past you to the bloody cart with all those different weapons on it. He skims over them as your crane your neck to see what he is doing. He picks up one bloody trinket from the cart and turns to you with the weapon in his hands.

"Well, I suppose they didn't do this then?" He asks you and a searing pain in your thigh springs out of nowhere. You don't think straight as he plunks the jagged knife into your skin until it hits your bone. You scream out while moving around in your restraints, frantically trying to get the knife out.

"Where is the Winchesters!" He yells over you as you continue to scream as he twists the knife around.

"I-I, I don't know!" You stutter out between your clamped teeth. You make fists in your hands trying to find a way for the pain to go away.

"I'm sure you do!" He continues to twist the knife the other way now and sinks a little deeper.

"Okay-Okay! I'll tell you!" You scream out and the knife stops turning. The throbbing pain is still there but the roar of the pain is slowly dimmed. You try to catch your breath as pools of sweat gather on your head. You can smell your sweat and blood in the room and feel the knife still in your thigh.

"Tell me and the knife is gone, you'll be free." He says in his accent filled voice. You breathe in once more than let it go.

"Only on one condition." You say and your breath finally evens out, the sweat still dripping down your face.

"And what would that be?" The black suited man asks you with a snarky smirk on his slightly scruff face.

"A deal." You say and let out a shaky breath and it's not from the wound. You are scared of the outcome of this and continue on as he changes expressions. "A deal that you or anyone trying to hurt the Winchester won't-can't hurt them." You were pals with the Winchesters they saved your life more than once.

"A deal for your friends, how lovely." The man cooed at your arrogance and a cold smirk comes creeping onto his face. "But sorry love can't make that deal. I need to kill those boys before they kill me."

He starts to walk away but the knife is still in your leg and you didn't make the deal to save your old friends.

"Hey, what about me?!" You yell after him and strain your head to see his retreating form.

"You're staying here for being a very bad girl to Crowley." The man says and snaps the lights off behind him with his fingers as he closes the door.

As you look at the knife in your leg you cringe into your metal chair. No deal, no rescue, no one getting this knife out; your minds starts wandering other places trying not to think of the pain and knife in your leg. Your mind skims what just happened between you and the man. You notice that the black suited man has a name, Crowley, and he's not done with you yet.

➸ Edited. Sorry lied about fluff! Next chapter will be fluff though, I just wanted a Crowley Image up.