Summary: AU. She's thirty. He's thirty-seven. They've been dating for three months. After he finally finds out how her marriage ended, she asks him for something that could help to heal his own wounds. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own my OCs.

A/N: Okay, something light and happy, which you wouldn't expect from a story with Crowley involved, but I really hope you enjoy it! Because I'd love to hear what you think, since I might try to turn this into a novel as well as my fantasy AU. I need to write something light and upbeat, uplifting too, because quite frankly I need it!

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Lessons in Love

Chapter One

Three months ago, Crowley Talbot and Erin Reynolds started dating each other.

They hadn't dated anyone for a few years because they were both getting over very broken, very ruined marriages. Crowley's wife had just decided to up and leave, not because of him, but because she wanted to go down a new road in her life, and she felt she didn't love him as much as she once had. That completely broke his faith in women. Which was why he spent a few years of his life living like a single man, and dating nobody. He didn't know what had happened with Erin's marriage. He didn't like to ask because he knew that it was upsetting for her to talk about. Just because she was dating him, it didn't mean that the end of her marriage wasn't any less painful.

Their first date had been a little awkward, but they were both a bit rusty on that front, yet even after all the awkwardness, Erin had looked up at him with her beautiful green eyes, gently twirled her finger around one of the curled strands of honey-blonde hair that hung by her face and fixed the pin in her hair before giving him the most stunning smile and she'd asked if he'd like to go on another date. He'd given her a smile, a nod and a gentle kiss on the cheek before leaving her, promising to call her.

They'd met in a bar in town called Harvelle's, one that was famous for it's bartender, Ash, who made incredible cocktails and shots. She'd been out for the night with the girls, and he'd been out with some friends. As soon as she walked in, he couldn't take his eyes off her. The girls knew he was staring at her and had told her, but she ignored him, just playing hard to get despite finding him incredibly attractive. Then his friend Bobby Singer had told him to 'Get a grip, y'idjit, and buy the girl a drink.' He'd waited for her to get to the bar before joining her and asking the famous starter question: 'Can I buy you a drink, darling?' They'd talked, hit it off and finally at the end of the night, he'd gotten her number and called her two days later asking her out on a date.

Crowley was standing outside Erin's favourite restaurant, The Winchester, and was getting a little worried because Erin was normally waiting for him, never the other way around. Just as he was about to get out his cell phone to call her, he saw her hurry around the corner, looking gorgeous in a purple silk dress and matching heels with a black purse, her hair just touching her shoulders. She'd had her hair cut the week before and promised him it looked better than when it was longer, and it did actually suit her more. She grinned as she approached him and he smiled back, giving her a kiss on the lips as she wound her arms around him and hugged him to her body.

"Oh, my God," She breathed, "Crowley, I'm so sorry! I got held up at work, and I thought I'd make it on time. I'm sorry, have you been waiting long?"

"No, sweetheart, just a couple of minutes." He promised her, "You okay?"

"I'm fine, honey, I'm fine." She replied, hugging him again, "Are you?"

"I'm good, thanks, darling." He told her, the two of them heading inside, "You look beautiful. I love the new haircut."

"Thank you." She blushed, "That's really sweet. Nice suit, by the way. New Armani?"

"Of course." Crowley replied, "I'm glad you like it."

The two were shown to their table and sat down together, getting locked into conversation incredibly quickly as they looked over the menu. Erin looked up at him and held out her hand, Crowley taking it and squeezing it for a moment as they looked at one another.

"How was your day?" She asked as he kissed her hand.

"Tiring." He replied, "Bloody awful, actually."

She giggled and tried to look sympathetic as they released each other's hands, but the way he'd said it just made her laugh. He made her laugh often, a lot more than her first husband had. She shook the thought of him out of her mind and looked at her boyfriend (if it was okay to call him that now), giving him her sweetest smile.

"What happened?" She asked, watching him huff and shake his head.

"Zachariah happened." He replied, "The git comes in while I'm in the middle of making a deal, pulls me out of the conference room and tells me I'm being moved onto another project, instead of finishing this one which I'd almost sealed a two-and-a-half-million dollar deal on. I asked, though, if I could stay and finish the deal, and he said that I could, but I'd have to go in early on Monday. Monday! The worst day of the week, and get the project briefing then."

He looked up at her and shook his head, sighing softly and scratching his temple, a slight nervous tic he had.

"Sorry." He said quietly, "I'm ranting and we're here on a date."

"No, don't be sorry." She replied, taking his hand again and stroking it soothingly, "Sounds like a really crappy day, especially with knowing you have to get up even earlier on Monday."

"How was your day, my darling?" He asked, watching her smile widely which gave him a bit of relief.

She'd had a good day. He loved to know she'd had a good day. He felt strangely attached to her, and he never thought he'd get attached to another woman again after his wife had just ditched him. He wanted to know what had happened with Erin, why she was smiling so much.

"I got the Liv Tyler interview."

Crowley smiled brightly at her. He knew she would. She was a writer for a magazine called Culture which focussed on Hollywood, music, theatre, art and literature. There was a celebrity interview in it every week and Erin had been working her backside off for that interview. Her writing was incredibly unique, and when Crowley had found out who he was dating, he couldn't believe it. She normally wrote music articles, and occasionally the art ones. He liked art, and liked her work, which she couldn't believe at all.

"That's brilliant, Erin." He told her, "I knew you would. Well done, love."

"Thanks." Erin blushed, Crowley winking at her and kissing her hand.

"Looks like we're having champagne tonight, sweetheart." He said, both of them getting ready to order for the night.

-TBC-

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