Crowley had a schedule and he tried his best to work keeping an eye on it. But when you were a crossroads demon, doomed to work with humans, there was no way to keep anything in line. Crowley needed years to understand that, but once he did, he started to ignore his plans more and more. With every little thing people thought they managed to steal from him, Crowley simply remembered their names, telling them that he would be back for his part of the bargain. It was almost saddening seeing as barely anyone seemed to listen to the demon that was, after all, going back in a couple of years for their souls. Still, as soon as the humans got their hands on whatever they wanted, they forgot about everything else. Whether it was a blessing or a curse, Crowley didn't know - and didn't care. They got their precious wishes, he had all rights to their souls. Everything was going smooth for him, of course unless some angels decided to help the mortals for the sake of it. Usually, the demon let them do that. No soul was worth fighting for, seeing as he could get another five of those in no time, and angels weren't exactly known for their mercy when it came to dealing with demons. It worked both ways, however, so Crowley had no hard feelings towards his - once - brothers and sisters. Tonight he was catching up. He found himself a proper body - normally he avoided being locked in something so puny as human body, the feeling was utterly disgusting - and started checking on people. With so many deals - humans never knew when to stop wishing - Crowley realized some of them had more time to enjoy their gifts than others. It was high time to remind them that a demon wasn't, in fact, a fairy that helped them out of good will. He took his time finding these humans, and finally, after a long day of gathering what was rightfully his, he ended up here. The last time he saw that woman she was just a girl and yet he was sure he had the right person. What did she wish for..? Tilting his head, Crowley stood in frond of her bed, in the middle of her bedroom, swaying slowly on his heels. He didn't bother taking the usual way in, choosing to simply appear in the middle of the room. It always left a bit of sulfur-like smell, but now it was even better. She was still asleep. Crowley moved from his spot and sat on the verge of her bed, his bright white eyes - that made him look like he was blind - moving around the room for a while before going back to the woman. He could almost taste her soul. That moment before receiving his payment was one of the most exciting things in Crowley's whole existence. Still, she had to be awake for that. He snapped his fingers near the sleeping woman's ear, hoping that would wake her up. There was no need to be cruel to her - she was going to die in a matter of minutes anyway.