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( SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST )

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        "How do you take it?" Dick asks.

        "Alcoholic. Shall we get on with this, then?" Asks Crowley.

        "Just extending the hand of hospitality."

        "To a mutation like me? Tired of swimming in hot garbage, are we?" Asks Crowley.

        Dick laughs. "That was a little colorful, huh? Well... didn't mean to..." He hands Crowley a glass. "...offend."

       "Of course you did. So, if you're suddenly calling, I guess you're up to speed on the Winchesters, which means you intercepted the Prophet. And the Prophet told you that my blood is the key to everything." Crowley drains his drink. "You know what I like about you?"

       "Lack of pretension?"

       "You're smarter than you look." Crowley says. 

       "Oh, well, now you're just flirting." Dick gets up to pour more drinks. 

       "Not easy... to kill me, but doable. Especially for you lot. You kill angels. You can certainly wipe a demon off the board." Crowley says. "And yet, here we are, negotiating like proper psychopaths."

       "Well, I assume you have a vial of your blood stashed somewhere, and in the event of your death, it goes directly to Sam and Dean." Dick hands Crowley another drink.

      "See? Smart assumption."

       "One can't live on looks alone. Here's my offer." Dick says.

       "All ears." Says Crowley.

       "Full immunity for you and your constituency. I'm talking free-range grazing for all demonkind. I'm willing to cordon off, say, Canada. You and your crew can work your little deals, have your way with the locals."

       "All of Canada?" Asks Crowley.

       "Have it." Dick says.

      "Fair. And down here?"

       "America's ours. Your sales team stays out – period. That's not up for negotiation. We need America. They're so fat." Says Dick.

       "And in exchange?" Crowley says. 

        Dick takes a vial out of his jacket pocket. "The blood of one sadly unimpressive demon in New Jersey. All I ask is that you give it to Frick and Frack, tell them it's yours, stand back, and let them come to me." He gives the vial to Crowley.

        "I can't deny I long to see those two digested once and for all." Crowley says. "You have a deal. I suppose you want it in writing?"

       "I don't kiss on the mouth."

       "Your loss. I just so happen to have a standard rider..." Crowley takes a scroll out of his jacket. "...right here." He unfurls the scroll, which is very long. Dick grimaces as Crowley holds up a magnifying glass. "I do so like this part. Don't you?"

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