Curiosity

Crowley wasn't sure what it was about the bloke that aroused his curiosity.

It wasn't the fact that the guy was delicate, with untamed dark hair and bright green eyes partly hidden behind glasses. Sure he was beautiful, but there were many beautiful people in the world and Crowley had met his fair share of them.

It wasn't even the fact that the guy was British – he hadn't heard the accent until he was already stalking – err… following – the bloke.

No, it was the fact that the King of the Crossroads could almost smell the inhumanness on the man. He could almost sense the power hidden in the deceptively harmless looking package.

Almost, but not quite.

The young man felt human. There was nothing demonic and nothing angelic about him.

But Crowley hadn't become top-dog, so to speak, by trusting anyone or anything. And that included his senses. No, there was something about this guy. Something.

The question was what?

So Crowley trailed after the bloke, keeping a fair distance between them, and looked for the lie - looked for anything that would betray that this man was more than human.

Hours later, he still hadn't come up with anything.

(Word Count: 200)

A.N.: Another series of drabbles, each of them 200 words. Also, my first actual slash story. I'm not sure what to think of that, actually. Guess it had to happen sometime...? And hey, it's rated T. So, it's more like a careful exploration into slash territory. Scary.