[Zhongyingmei] Brother does not follow the plot

Generally speaking, demons are not pets that come and go when they are called. Even if they are limited by the short-term contract concluded in the summoning ceremony, they will not obey the summoner's order in everything, but will take advantage of the opportunity to ruthlessly Bite the Summoner.

But this time is different.

The name Crowley is not known to any random human being, just as the Winchester family hunted down the demon who killed Mary Winchester for 22 years, but before the other demons revealed the real name of the yellow-eyed demon , The Winchester family didn't even know that the yellow-eyed demon was Azrael, a demon whose name was left in many religious legends.

Out of caution, the woman in the black skirt dodged to avoid Dean, and then made a call to Crowley.

Demons belong to hell, but there are not a few demons who don't like the environment of hell, and Crowley is one of them.

So, under the banner of developing business in the human world, the king of demons at the crossroads set up a stronghold in the United States. While enjoying the luxury of the world, he vigorously promoted soul trading and accumulated unimaginable wealth for himself.

After receiving the call from his subordinate, Crowley frowned, suddenly becoming interested.

He knew that the people in Winchester were humans "favored" by the yellow-eyed demon Azrael, and he also knew that Azrael was carrying out some kind of plan.Crowley can vaguely sense that the storm is coming, but he doesn't know what it is and how to deal with it.

As Crowley, he could completely ignore Dean's request.But here comes the interest, and the demon doesn't mind making the trip.

And so, after Dean yawns twice as he leans on the impala, Crowley appears.

Just like the round-faced fat man in memory.

"I heard that you want to negotiate a deal with me?" Crowley looked at Dean and said with a thick Scottish accent.

Dean looked straight at Crowley, and couldn't help saying in his heart: "Fatty."

Regardless of strength, if one is talking about the most scheming and resourceful among the hell demons, it should be the round-faced fat man Crowley in front of him.

He was able to weigh the pros and cons before the accident, stood in line accurately, and obtained benefits that other demons could not match after the event.You know, not everyone can stand in the team of Sam and Dean when they see Lucifer's rise, and seize the position of the king of hell after they successfully solve the apocalypse.

This is a devil who is best at taking advantage of contract loopholes.

Dean cheered up, hooked the corners of his lips, and said hello: "Yo, good evening."

Crowley looked at Dean. After a while, he nodded slightly and said, "You do have the qualifications for me to sign the contract myself."

"My honor?" Dean said indifferently. He walked towards Crowley and said, "When I signed a contract with the devil, I didn't want other demons to watch. The most basic place safety should be guaranteed. "

Crowley: "...Of course." The demon, whose dark red eyes suddenly turned back, raised his chin, like a gentleman following ancient rules, polite but unquestionably tough, "In our When negotiating the details of the contract, no matter who it is, no one can peep and intervene."

"Wow." Dean sighed perfunctorily, and said, "I think about what I need, oh, yes, I need the red-eyed demons to help me kill the yellow-eyed demon Azrael, I need you One day to allow and release a human soul trapped in hell, oh, and another hellhound. I've always wanted to get a dog, but the life of a hunter has left me with no time for pets, recipes and habits. A Cerberus that is different from an ordinary dog ​​might be a good choice..."

"Wait." According to the process of making a contract with the demons at the crossroads, when they stand in front of a human being full of desires, they can often point out what he/she wants without them opening their mouths.But this time was different. Crowley could vaguely guess what Dean was thinking, knowing that he had a grudge against Azrael and wanted to seek help, but this Dean Winchester was too rude.

Kill the yellow-eyed demon Azrael?Free a soul from hell?Another hellhound?

Why doesn't he go to heaven!

The privilege of keeping a hellhound belongs to the devil, to him, the demon king at the crossroads!

Crowley snorted, looked at Dean with disdain and contempt, and said, "Your soul is not worth this. At most, I can give you some information about Azrael."

"Soul?" Dean blinked his hazel green eyes pretending to be ignorant, his eyes full of innocence, "Since when did I say that the trade object is my soul?"

Crowley's face fell.

Dean shrugged, and said, "Trust me, Crowley." Dean called out the demon's name clearly, "My transaction, in your opinion, may be more valuable than my soul. "

Crowley frowned, what was this Winchester playing tricks on.

Although he felt that Dean was playing tricks, Crowley still felt a sense of uneasiness that he hadn't seen for a long time.He pursed his lips, and pierced Dean's face full of beatings with his abnormally cold eyes like a knife, and said in a deep voice, "What is it?"

"A set of skeletons." Dean smiled and said, "From Fergus Rolick McLeod."

Crowley's face changed suddenly, this name was his previous name!

Suddenly, Crowley realized Dean's intentions, and blurted out, "Impossible, that's just a stupid legend."

"Do you really think so?" Dean raised his eyebrows, and the smile in his eyes deepened, "Of course not, Crowley, you know, you have already realized the possibility of this legend deep in your heart. sex."

"You are demons transformed from human souls, just like ghosts lingering in the world. The more things you leave behind, the more you are restricted invisibly. How about it, Crowley." Dean revealed to Crowley With a devilish smile, "Want to gamble?"

Crowley gritted his teeth and stared at Dean. He appeared in front of Dean in an instant, reached out and grabbed Dean's neck: "Dean Winchester, I can kill you, now!"

However, just when Crowley's fingers were about to touch Dean's neck, a repulsive force was born out of thin air, directly knocking Crowley out.

Dean looked innocently at Crowley who flew upside down and directly into the abandoned wooden house on the side of the intersection, and said, "Why do you think I will come to see you without taking any measures?" With hazel green eyes The beautiful young man tilted his head, "Also, what do you think will happen to your bones if I fail to go back?"

Dean's tone was confident and relaxed, even a little teasing.But where no demon noticed, he breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly loosened the broken mithril amulet in his pocket.

John Constantine was a profiteer, but Dean admitted that the Brit had a coveted collection, which made him even more powerful than a devil.

For example, this mithril amulet is only a one-off.

"Dean Winchester!"

Crowley, who got up from the ruins of the wooden house, had scarlet eyes, and the devil's ferocious face was revealed at this moment. It was extremely ugly, beyond human imagination.But Dean looked at the past very calmly, and he didn't feel the slightest fear or disgust at Crowley's ugliness at this time.

If someone is like him, he has been suffering in hell for 30 years, and different demons come to him every day and use various methods to torture him... Tsk tsk tsk, those ugly faces are "competing for beauty", I have been watching for a long time , Dean gave up even the instinct of nausea.

Because you can't get sick?

"Crowley." Dean deliberately imitated Crowley's Scottish accent, then cleared his throat, and said, "Have you figured it out? I'm just asking for this little bit, and it's your life."

Crowley took a deep breath, and then breathed again. The hideous face on his face gradually subsided, and he turned back to the round-faced gentleman who was not handsome but could be regarded as well-featured.

"You don't know Azrael's identity and power at all!" Crowley gritted his teeth, "He is one of the three kings of hell, and his strength and power are beyond your imagination."

Dean: "???"

One of the Three Kings of Hell?When did hell have three kings?

"I thought the Lord of Hell was Lucifer."

"The king of hell is of course Lucifer." Crowley said patiently, "but the yellow-eyed demons, they are the first generation of demons after Lilith, transformed by His Majesty Lucifer himself. They are the princes of hell, He is the general who leads the demon army. After His Majesty Lucifer was sealed, the three yellow-eyed demons ruled hell, and Azrael was one of them."

Letting Crowley fight against Azrael is a rebellion in the eyes of Azrael's line of forces.Even Lilith, the oldest demon, might not be willing to turn against Azrael for Crowley.

Crowley thought he was important, but definitely not that important.

Dean: "..." In their last life, they hated Azrael so much, they used a Colt gun to destroy that beast when they had the chance.Although he knew that Azrael had a lot of power under him, Dean never thought that the yellow-eyed demon still had such an identity.

Therefore, since there are three kings in hell, although one of them is dead.But how did Crowley become the king of hell when there are still two kings in hell?

Although he was a little puzzled about Crowley's superior means in his previous life, facing the situation Crowley stated at this time, Dean looked calm and said, "This is your problem, not mine."

Crowley: "..."

Who's going to kill this Dean Winchester!

Dean raised his fingers one by one: "Get rid of Azrael, let me release a soul in hell, and give me a good dog from hell. None of these three conditions can be missed."

"you--"

"Crowley." Dean emphasized his tone, and cut off: "I know what Azrael is planning, and the day his plan succeeds, you absolutely, absolutely, and don't want to see it."

Crowley snorted coldly.

Dean leaned over, obviously unnecessary, but he lowered his voice and said, "Go and find out, Crowley, go and see what Azrael wants to do. Believe me, even without this deal, you would Chose to work with someone like me. Crowley, you're a smart... fiend."

Crowley's eyes moved slightly. What did Dean Winchester know? Why was he so sure that he would join the witcher's camp?

Investigate, he will certainly investigate.

But right now, he had to get his bones back.

As Dean Winchester said, he had believed that legend.

Damn!

Who on earth had leaked his human real name so that Dean Winchester could get hold of his bones!

Although he was bored, except for the first exchange condition proposed by Dean Winchester, which made him feel a little bit difficult, the remaining two conditions, as long as the human soul is not the private possession of some difficult big devil, he can accept it every day. The demon king at the crossroads, who handles a large amount of soul trading, can easily smuggle a soul.There are also hellhounds, which are standard equipment for crossroads demons. Crowley himself has a lot of hellhounds.

Thinking of this, Crowley shook his hands, and the yellowed parchment rolled out a shocking fifty feet long in his hands, densely written in Latin.Crowley was satisfied to see the sluggishness in the eyes of Dean, who had the upper hand in front of him before, snorted, and said hypocritically, "Do you want to go through the contract I just drew up?"