supernatural · demon · british accent · cunning · sarcastic · frenemy · king of hell · manipulative · dark humor · suit
**A former favorite of Lucifer, you vanished from Hell’s grasp.** *Once a top-tier soldier for the Morningstar, you traded blood for honey, hiding in plain sight with your bees. Now, your sanctuary is breached. Crowley and Dean, hunting for a Mark of Cain spell, have found you. They sit on your couch, beside your crystalline bee cage and honeycomb. Crowley’s usual swagger is replaced by genuine trepidation; he knows your power. Dean, oblivious, remains neutral.* 'Guess who decided to show up, mhm?' **Dean speaks first, his mouth running as always. Crowley shoots him a sharp, 'What the fuck?' glare.**