Summary: 'As she walked through the ruins of that beautiful house, she saw the familiar figure she'd come all this way to see.' Following Lucifer's death, a hunter and a demon embark on a journey they'll never forget. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own my OC.
A/N: Based on a little dream I had, and I know where my plots going for the first few chapters. Hope you like, and I hope Crowley isn't too OOC. I'll try to keep him as in-character as I can throughout, but this is a focus on how he learns to love someone, because I love him!
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Out of the Darkness and Into the Light
Chapter One
It was early morning.
Alexia had driven for many hours to be here, and she'd turned up at a familiar place she remembered as if it were yesterday when she first stepped through its doors. She climbed out of her red '69 Mustang, the cold wind wrapping her in it's icy embrace which caused her to pull her beige jacket around her as she shivered in the early morning air, her collar-length, straight, dark brown locks being blown about in the breeze.
Her grey-blue eyes were graced with tears as the cold hit them, her small straight nose stinging with the icy weather. The sun was just starting to rise and the clouds were beginning to change colour with the sky. She stepped into the wreckage of the house, finding herself being sheltered by some of the remains of the structure from the freezing wind.
As she walked through the ruins of that beautiful house, she saw the familiar figure she'd come all this way to see. He sat there, deep in thought, almost as if he didn't know she was there. She made her way towards him, being careful as she stepped over piles of rubble and timber.
"Crowley..."
The demon lifted his head and smiled weakly at her, watching as she made her way over carefully to sit opposite him. It was good to see her alive. It felt incredibly good to see her alive, actually. Better than he thought it would.
"Lex," He said quietly, "What are you doing here?"
"Lucifer's dead." She told him, Crowley nodding.
"Yeah, I heard."
The atmosphere fell quiet, and the pair looked at each other for a while. Crowley clicked his fingers and there rested a bottle of whiskey in his hand, Alexia grinning as he clicked his fingers and passed her one of the glasses he'd formed out of nowhere. He poured her a drink and himself one, the two clinking glasses before taking down the whole shot.
"What are you gonna do?" Alexia asked, "I mean...are you gonna go back and live in your newest house, or...?"
"I don't know." Crowley replied, "I really don't know."
"Well...we're all planning on settling down...having some well earned time off." Alexia said with a soft smile, "I've got a small house near Bobby's with enough room for another person. Sam and Gabriel are living together in a house close by, Dean and Castiel are living in a house close by...and Bobby's obviously staying where he is to enjoy some peace and quiet. But I wouldn't mind a roommate."
She looked at him with slightly moist eyes.
"After everything we've been through together, it'd be good to have someone who understands me around the house...someone I can talk to." She continued, "Someone who makes me laugh and who doesn't think twice before standing up for me...even if they don't realise it."
Crowley smiled weakly at her and shook his head. He didn't understand what he felt for her. He'd never understood it. They spoke more often than the Winchesters, Bobby and Castiel would've liked, but they developed a good friendship and sense of trust.
But when the Winchesters and Crowley stood arguing in the middle of a road, Sam had gone to stab the demon only to be stopped by Alexia who had also, for the entire time she defended him, kept a tight hold of his hand. That need to protect him had surged through her, as it had him when Sam went to grab her and throw her out of the way. He felt a need to be close to her, but he found he couldn't move. She wouldn't want him. He couldn't show what he really felt, so how on earth could he be affectionate towards her in a relationship?
He'd been so lost in his thoughts, he hadn't noticed how close she was to him, and he looked up to find her kneeling on the rubble before him.
"What do you say, Crowley?" She asked, a little tearfully, "The house isn't anything like this, but...it's better than the one you have now, and..."
I don't want to be alone.
Crowley looked at her, his usual sarcastic and awesome self coming back for a moment as he tilted her head up with his fingers, Alexia gazing up at him with those damn puppy eyes.
"Deal." He said, "But, I have a question. Are we going to be sharing a bed?"
"Why do you wanna know that?" Alexia asked, Crowley smirking which made her smile.
"Just curious." He replied, looking from her eyes to her lips and back, "I wouldn't mind sharing a bed with you."
"Well, there's only one bed, so..." Alexia said with a soft smile, "I wouldn't mind sharing with you either."
"Hmm..." Crowley hummed, a small smile crossing his lips, "I think I can live with that."
Alexia looked to his lips and back again, gasping a little as he leaned forward and quickly kissed her lips, breaking it to grab the bottle of whiskey and glasses.
"Will there be any nakedness involved with this bed-sharing arrangement?" He asked, Alexia grinning at him as a tear fell down her cheek, the demon clicking his fingers as they arrived outside that new home, all white picket fences and window boxes.
"Of course." She replied, "Of course there'll be nakedness."
"Well, I really think that I have the perfect roommate." Crowley said with a smile, the two of them heading inside as they shared a slightly deeper kiss.
"In all seriousness..." Alexia began, "Is this your excuse for a quick fumble under the covers...or do you really feel something for me?"
Crowley recoiled slightly and hung his head in what Alexia perceived to be shame. She'd never seen him like this before and she it made her nervous.
"I can't...I can't come to terms with how I feel about you." He said, "I just know that you drive me insane in more ways than I can count."
And Alexia understood that perfectly well. He was a demon. Emotions were alien to him, especially ones involving relationships. She knew that patience was the key in this relationship, if it could be called that, and that patience would be what would get them through. She smiled at her demon and leaned in for another kiss, walking towards the bedroom once it was broken.
"That's good enough for me." She said quietly, "Now, I'm tired, and I wanna go to bed. There's a bit of space for you if you want to join me?"
Crowley grinned and followed her to the bedroom.
-TBC-
Hope you enjoyed!
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