"Looks like I'm stuck here, just like you three. I don't really like it either." The three people sitting in the lounge of the Radio Station stared at the man in the doorway. Kaylie came running in, "Sir, you can't do this! You haven't been- Hrrk!" Her voice was cut off. Crowley had flicked his hand. He smiled, "Sorry, boys. She just couldn't... continue to live. It seems that the interns here keep dying anyway, so she wouldn't have lived for long."

"Crowley!" Sam shouted finally.

"Oh, so you just figured that out did you? And I thought that you were supposed to be the smart one, Moose." At that moment Cecil came out of the recording room and gasped, "Your- your face! Cas, his face... it's horrible! And Kaylie! What did you do with Kaylie? Who are you?"

"The name's Crowley. And I killed her. I did it quickly, and probably did her a favor. I'm sure she would've died more painfully had I let her live." Cecil continued to stare at his face in horror, "What are you?" Cecil considered his question, "Well, I suppose that I used to be a crossroads demon, King of the Crossroads actually. But now... now I'm more than that. I'm the King of Hell. Sorry if that frightens you. King Crowley. I like the ring of it. I love it." Sam cut into what he could only figure would be a long rant about how amazing he was, "Listen, what are you doing here Crowley?"

"How the Hell am I supposed to know? I was summoned! It was EXTRORDINARILY painful. Like I was being ripped to shreds while simultaneously bashed by boulders, and stabbed with millions of needles. And then I woke up in some sort of room, no one was there. Just the stuff that one would use to summon me. An- hang on- how could you see my real face?" Crowley spoke now to Cecil instead of Sam. Cecil shrugged, "Maybe it's just another of my omnipotent powers. I just... know stuff. I don't really know why. That's why I'm the Voice of Night Vale. Hang on, I've got to call Carlos." Cas walked calmly over to the bleeding body of Kaylie. He pressed two fingers to her forehead and she breathed in deeply. Her eyes snapped open. "I- I died. He... he killed me! I was dead. What are you?"

"I am an Angel of the Lord." Cas helped her up, and then went back to stand by Dean. Dean just shook his head, laughing at Cas's usual dramatic air. Kaylie's eyebrows furrowed together, confused by what Cas had just said, yet somehow she seemed to have gotten over the whole 'I just died and came back to life' thing.

"No," She said, "Angels don't exist." She burst into tears suddenly, "No, no... Angels don't exist. Angels don't exist!" She ran off, shaking her head, still sobbing.

Cecil stepped in to explain, tears streaming down his face, "If someone who has been chosen by the Angels hears someone mention Angels, they will start crying." They all nodded. Except Crowley. Crowley just rolled his eyes, being around all of these crying people made him uncomfortable. Really uncomfortable. Seriously, Crowley didn't like when people cried. People cried a lot in Hell, and he didn't like it. It was messy and disgusting. People also screamed a lot in Hell. Crowley smiled now. He liked it when the screamed. He liked it when they screamed really, really loudly. He liked making them scream. He liked sitting down in his office and drinking Craig Scotch, and closing his eyes and listening to the screams in Hell. Watching his new Hell, the line, was boring. He preferred listening to the screams in old Hell. Right. Now he could handle the strange man crying. That's it. Think about screaming and scotch. Now don't think about crying. There you are. All good.

"What are we doing with Crowley?" Dean sounded annoyed with having to deal with the King, especially since none of them could leave.

"You do realize that I'm still here you know. It's not like I vanished. Crowley's still here. So speak like you know that I'm here." Dean rolled his eyes, as Crowley created a cup of scotch in his hand and started drinking (it made the crying more bearable. Thinking about screaming didn't seem to be helping)

"He's right though. What are we going to do? Not even just with Crowley. What are we going to do with us? And, talking to Crowley, stop killing people. Doing research, I saw that people die WAY too much in this town. I swear, it's a tiny town, and they have way too many deaths. A good chunk of the population dies at least every week."

"Shut it, Moose. I don't care what you think about killing people. Some people deserve to die. Like him," Crowley pointed towards Cecil with his spare hand that wasn't holding the scotch glass, "He's crying. I HATE it when people cry. It's messy and it doesn't make any sense. So yeah. And she," he motioned towards the door, "She got in my way. People should not get in the way of the King of Hell." Carlos's eyes widened dramatically, and Crowley loved it. That was another thing that Crowley loved. Screaming, Scotch, and Scaring.

"Yes. I'm the King of Hell. I took over when the Devil decided to leave." Crowley said just to get a rise out of the curly haired man.

"I don't think that he exactly just up and decided to leave. We kind of threw him out. And then you fought your way to the top," Sam didn't know why he was saying this. Crowley was just getting on his nerves. Well, he kind of always got on Sam's nerve. Now he just ignored when he called him Moose. Sam shook his head, "Okay, now can we ask ourselves A) Who summoned Crowley," Crowley raised his glass.

"And B) Are we just going to sit around and wait until the weekend ends to get out of here?" This was met with silence from the room.

A/N: I don't know how good this is. It's probably a load of crap. Anywho, sorry I just started ranting with Crowley, I just got a random idea, and I put it in it. Like and comment please! No really. I have no reviews on this story. It makes me very very sad. I'm sorry if I think that I sound... I don't know... But I really do believe that the more reviews that I get the faster I'll probably update. Thanks!