He loved her. He loved her so much, that he knew he had to let her go.
Dean Winchester sat on the edge of his bed, head buried in his hands. He let out a heavy sigh, staring at the carpet in his room. The bunker felt empty, Sam and Kat had left to go pick up a pregnancy test. She was a few days late, and Dean feared the worst.
He stood up quickly, kicking the bed. What was he going to do if she was pregnant? This life style took everything precious and innocent and tore it to shreds. There was no way he was going to let a baby be brought into this life style.
But, he couldn't just tell her to get rid of it. Not only would it wreck her, the woman who was the best suited for mother hood than any other woman he had ever known, it would also destroy him.
That's why he decided that no matter what that test said, he had to let her go. She would never leave on her own; he knew that. So, he had to make her forget him. God, it was going to kill him the moment it happened, but he needed to keep her safe.
Castiel flat out refused to help him.
"Cas, c'mon, do this for me." Dean had pleaded with him, green eyes shining bright with emotion.
"I'm sorry, Dean, but I can't be the cause of that much suffering for the both of you." Cas had shrugged, disappearing before Dean could get another word in.
At this point, Dean's only hope is the last person he ever wanted to trust with this.
"Crowley," Dean breathed, the world barely a breath over his lips.
"You called, Squirrel?" the crisp British accent asked, coming from behind him.
Dean whirled around, "Jesus, Crowley, were you sitting there waiting?"
"Something like that," Crowley shrugged, swirling scotch around in a clear glass.
"I need your help," Dean's jaw was firm, but his eyes were shinning. He tried to be as stoic as possible, trying not to think about what he was going to do.
"Is this the same help you asked from your feathery friend?" Crowley smirked coolly.
Dean gave a curt nod, not even bothering asking how Crowley knew that.
With a smile, Crowley raised his glass to Dean, "You know I don't just help people,"
"Yeah, I know, you make deals." Dean's short reply was, crossing his arms.
"Ah, so there is a brain in that pretty head of yours," Crowley chuckled, "What deal would you like to make?"
"Take away all memories of me and Sam from Kat and you can have The Colt"
"Why would I want that old, outdated thing?" Crowley chuckled again, looking amused.
Dean stiffened, "Then what do you want?"
Something had been up with Crowley ever since Kat had shown up on the Winchester's doorstep, begging for help. She was covered in blood, raving about a demon being hot on her tale. Another hunter had been helping her, but he had been killed by thing, using his last breath to tell her about the Winchesters. It was a run of the mill demon, wanting her for a meat suit. Sam and Dean quickly disposed of it, Crowley showing up to bitch and moan.
"You denim clad nightmares are sure making it hard to have henchmen, you know." He growled, straightening his tie.
"Whatever, Crowley, your henchmen almost killed an innocent girl so he could use her as a vessel." Dean rolled his eyes, the girl hiding behind him.
"I can hardly be accountable for that. Come into the light, love" Crowley cooed, trying to look around Dean.
With an encouraging nod from Sam, Kat stepped into the light. Crowley's eyes widened ever so slightly as he let his gaze wander up and down her curvy figure. Her face flushed a deep crimson that quickly became his new favorite color.
"What's your name, love?" he asked, his voice turning into honey.
"Kat," she squeaked out, looking down, away from his intense gaze.
"Pleasure to meet you, Kitten."
After that, Crowley had taken to showing up around them more and more, flirting subtly, never doing it enough or so blatantly that she realized he was flirting. After her and Dean got together, he stayed away for about a month or two, before coming back and acting like nothing ever happened. Dean always noticed the way Crowley's jaw clenched when he would show his affection for Kat, but it was so slight he wondered if he was imagining it.
Now, Dean watched Crowley warily, wondering what he was going to say.
"I'll take Kat's memory of you two, but I'll also insert new ones, ones where she was never attacked by a demon, never took up hunting, the whole shebang. All I ask, is that you let me choose what memories go in" He shrugged, swirling the amber liquid around in his glass again.
Dean blinked, "That's it? That's all you want?"
Crowley shrugged, "What can I say? I'm a man of simple wants."
"Deal."
"I'm going to need a picture of this deal sealing as well."
