Crowley was busy to day the least, somehow he found himself having to assist the Winchesters, being forced to find the first blade with Dean wasnt something that he wanted to do, but he needed to do it, to get rid of Abaddon, who'd been threatening his throne. Recently hed noticed that you had been a little bit distant from him, and it was starting to wear him down, bit he was too focused on trying to get rid of Abaddon, that he didn't pay much attention to it, he knew that he'd have enough time to talk to you whenever he was finished with his plan. So for now, he left you in the Men of Letters bunker with Castiel and Sam, promising to return soon with the first blade.
Crowley hadn't acquired the blade though. All that they had was the mark of cain, which was now left with Dean, he'd promised the older Winchester that he was going to find the blade, and he wasn't exactly lying. He needed to find that blade, if not for himself then for you, and he was prepared to do whatever it took. He was driving back to the bunker with Dean, relaxing in the passenger seat of the Impala, talking away to Dean, who couldn't care less about whatever he was talking about. That was when Dean's phone started ringing, and Crowley watched as Dean picked up the phone, immediately recognising Sam's voice on the other end. He saw a range of emotions on Dean's face, making him a little curious before the Hunter handed the phone over to him.
Before Crowley could get a word out, all he could hear was Sam hurriedly yelling down the phone, telling him to get back to the bunker, followed by the phone hanging up. Crowley looked over to Dean, and without listening to any of his protests, Crowley used his powers to teleport the both of them back to the bunker. He was trying his best to stay composed, but the mask of indifference was starting to slip, worry settling into his eyes while he looked around the bunker, pushing past both of the Winchester brothers and Castiel, trying to find you, having a feeling that this had something to do with them. Before he knew what he was looking at, his eyes settled into one of the rooms, a large room filled with bookshelves that carried up the walls, a large table rested in the middle of the room, where he saw you huddling in a corner hissing growling at Sam and Cas.
