Crowley's POV

He didn't know how long he'd been sitting there. In the cellar. In a Demon's Trap. He believed it to be quite rude to tie someone to a chair in a cellar and cut them off from the world. He was dreadfully bored as well. Until the stranger showed up. More like was obducted.

He didn't know the full story. Why should he? He was the hostage, so to speak. All he knew was this: She. Was. Dangerous.

He was just sitting in the dungeon, like any other day, when he heard a crash from above. "Holy mother of sin, what the hell was that?!" he screeched. "Sam! Dean! What's that?!" he yelled even though he knew they wouldn't listen. Or even hear for that matter. The walls were soundproofed. Sam and Dean were thankful for that with Crowely moaning constantly that his food was burnt, the cellar was cold, he had to use the bathroom, the list could go on.

Then he heard it. The screaming. It sounded like a woman screaming. He heard footsteps coming towards the door and Crowley straitened himself up. He was slightly intrigued. Who made the noise? The door opened and a horrible sight met his eyes.

A woman in a black hoodie, jeans, and wearing red converse sneakers. "Sammy was having some fun." she said with the faintest trace of sarcasm before Dean pushed her down the stairs headfirst. Crowley got a good look at all the damage that had been inflicted on this girl. She didn't look more than seventeen. Of course, the key word was 'look'. Crowley could tell what she was. Sort of. It was fuzzy.

The girl's face had many burn marks, looked like Sam had pressed a hot piece of iron to her face at least twice, her face had at least a dozen cuts on it and her hands were bruised and bleeding. Crowley could see a black eye coming on.

But what really caught Crowley's attention and helped him figure out what she was was the wings. The golden wings that looked exactly like Gabriel's. They were torn and bloody and her wings were bleeding... Gold? Crowley looked at Dean quizzically and saw the rage in his face as he looked down upon the crumpled body of the girl at the foot of the stairs. "I wish you could die you little bitch." he said softly, and it was the softness that made it terrifying.

The 'angel' (for Crowley knew this was no full angel) looked up at Dean and Crowley saw... Sadness. Wait, sadness? "I miss him too you know." she said softly, "I was his step sister. I miss Castiel. The one that I used to know that was playful and cheery and clever." Step sister? Thought Crowley. How can you be the step sister of an angel? Youre either one or you aren't. Right?

The half angel then looked at Crowley with something he never thought he'd be looked at with by an Angel, kindness. Dean then slammed the door and stormed away after yelling, "Thanks for the blood donation! I'll need the gold to write your trap!" The angel then looked away from Crowley, winced in pain, then crawled in the corner and began to cry for her lost brother. Castiel had gone astray and her best friend and brother, Gabriel, got caught in the cross fire. Crowley then looked away pondering if there really could be someone, or something, that could be kind enough to be friends with the monster that is him.