Viceroy

Crowley's panic

All the search parties came back but no one knew where Hazel was. Crowley hadn't slept in two days.
He pulled his cellphone out and called Dean Winchester.
"Dean I need your help. " Crowley began.
"Crowley? What the fuck?! No, hell no. I'm not helping you." Dean growled.
"Please Dean, just hear me out. Hazel is missing."
"Maybe she got tired of you." Dean grunted.
"FUCK YOU DEAN. SHE IS MY EVERYTHING. SHE WOULDN'T JUST LEAVE ME! " Crowley roared.
"Alright alright geez. Where was she last?" Dean asked
"She went for a walk in the suburbs of hell, and didn't come back." Crowley felt hot tears spill on his cheeks.
"You got any enemies? Any being that hates you more than we do?" Dean asked.
"I'm the king of hell, squirrel."
"Okay okay, sorry. Come to our motel and we'll talk about it. "
"Ok." Crowley hung up and sniffled. He was sitting on her bed, sobbing. The pillow smelled like her. He cleaned himself up and shadow travelled to the Winchesters location.