Literature
King of Bad Things - Crowley x Reader
You were properly drunk.
More so than you had been in a good while… and you couldn’t remember exactly where you’d come from.
It was a smaller town, but all the motels seemed to look the same and your ace in the pocket for finding the right one, the Impala, was nowhere to be seen in any of the motel lots… or rather it wasn’t where your drunk mind concluded it should be. So save wandering around yelling Sam or Dean until they eventually found you, it seemed to you there was only one option- procure outside help.
You stumbled a few feet into the open crossroads near the bar, “burying” your pouch of it