Summary: God decides to play a cruel trick on Team Free Will by dumping them all on Becky and her sister, Esme. But Esme's schoolgirl crush on a certain demon leads to heartbreak to her and for him...well...he won't like Becky when she's mad. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Esme Rosen. I don't own the lyrics used in this chapter.
A/N: Okay, my last new fic for a while. Hope you like! Its supposed to be funny in places, although I almost teared up towards the end of this chapter!
Hope you enjoy and please, please, please review! Knowing what you guys think really helps me write!
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You Drive Me Crazy
-One-
The thud that echoed through Becky and Esme's kitchen shocked both girls, and Chuck, who was working in the office close by, shot up and sighed.
"I KNEW IT!" He yelled, "I knew it! THIS IS CRUEL!"
"Whoa, baby, calm down..." Becky said softly, "Just..."
"Get off of me, moose!" Came a growl, "I'm going to die, get off me!"
"Crowley, I'd move, but I'm kinda trapped under two angels, here!" Came a whiny voice.
"But Saaaam, I got Dean laying on top of me..." Came another voice.
"Dean's laying on me too...he can stay here for as long as he wishes..." Came a deep, gruff voice.
"Oh, Cas, I could stay here all day..." Came a husky whisper.
"Get up, y'idjits! I don't like being trapped with Crowley on top of me!" Came an angry voice.
"OOOOH!" Becky squealed, "Esme, we've got some people for you to meet!"
Esme was so like Becky in her face, just a lot younger, and her hair was strawberry blonde, curled and just touched her shoulders. She was twenty-one and at that point studied at the community college which was only about fifteen minutes away in the car. She wasn't as crazy as Becky was but she'd read Chuck's work, and she'd found herself with a mad crush on a certain demon in the story. She knew that the guys were real, and she wondered if this demon was among them.
Becky laughed as she watched the group trying to remove themselves from the pile of bodies in the kitchen, going forward to help Dean up, then the two angels. Esme just watched on as Sam stood up followed by...no...NO! That couldn't be...Oh, it was Crowley! She straightened out her hair and clothes, watching as the demon pulled Bobby to his feet.
"Something here for you." Dean said, passing Becky a letter, "And Chuck...and..."
He looked over, and grinned.
"You must be Esme." He said, "Becky's told us a lot about you."
Esme smiled sweetly and went forward as the others did to read the letter.
To Chuck, Becky and Esme,
I am sorry to cause you an inconvenience, but I have decided to let them spend some time with the three of you. Crowley, Castiel and Gabriel have no powers other than the ones regarding healing, hygiene and the fact that they do not need sustenance, and none of the group can leave the house or yard without your permission.
With lots of love from God.
P.S. Beware of Dean and Castiel. They have a tendency to start ravishing each other wherever possible. I have provided a living space for the group in the back yard, almost like a small dormitory. Hope you have fun!
"Ah, Christ." Chuck muttered, rubbing the back of his head, "I knew this was coming! Why I didn't warn you guys, I'll never know."
"Chuck, it doesn't matter." Becky said, "Esme, go start making up the beds, sweetie."
"What beds?" Esme asked, Becky showing her the letter, "Oh, I see..."
With that, she headed into the backyard to find a small two-storey wooden cabin sitting there. Upon entry she found a door leading to a bathroom, two single beds and then upstairs, two closed off rooms, each with a double bed in it.
"Oh, joy." She muttered, shaking her head and going around to set up the beds, as well as going around to find room in the closets for Sam, Dean and Bobby's clothes.
Trust her to be left making beds up for emotionally stunted men.
With a sigh, Esme butted the desk with her head, slamming her fist down and taking a sip of whiskey. Stupid goddamn assignments. Who the hell needed to know about the history of musical notes? Seriously. It was a stupid assignment and a pointless one too. She shut down her laptop, deciding to spend her night perfecting her solo piece to perform for her coursework. As she settled in her bedroom, she found her CD of backing tracks and started to go through her songs. Her number one choice: O' Death.
As the song started she hummed gently and took deep breaths, relaxing her body the best she could.
"O' Death, O' Death,
O' Death, O' Death,
Won't you spare me over another year...?"
The song began to progress, more instruments adding to its darkness and solemness.
"But what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands taking hold of me...?
When God is gone and the Devil takes hold
Who will have mercy on your soul?
O' Death...
O' Death...
O' Death..."
She just kept cool and calm, able to sense that someone was listening through the door. She had a knack for that. She could sense people around her and was aware of both living and non-living beings. She was a psychic, and a damn good one.
"No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold,
Nothing satisfies me but your soul,
O' Death...
Well, I am Death, none can excel,
I'll open the door to Heaven or Hell,
O' Death, O' Death...
My name is death and the end is here..."
With a sigh, she turned towards the door, trying to sense who was outside the door.
"Chuck, just because you're behind a door, it doesn't mean I don't know you're there." She said with a soft smile, "Come in."
"Nice singing." He said, earning a sweet smile in response, "Dinner's ready."
"Thanks." Esme replied, heading down to the dining room where she was met by the whole group sat around the table.
She couldn't believe that she was sitting opposite Crowley. God, she had the biggest crush on him, and she was even more handsome than Chuck described him. And as for his voice...Oh, God, that voice!
"Sam! Sam! Sam!" Becky cried, running to the younger Winchester and touching his chest before sighing.
"Chuck!" Came the annoyed voice of Esme, everyone turning to see what she was upset about, "What did you do to my family portrait?"
The sketch was on the floor, parts of the page ripped and others creased, some of it screwed up.
"Oh...uh...it kinda got crushed when I crashed out last night. Sorry..."
Esme became tearful, and the others wondered why she was getting so upset. It was just a picture, right?
"Chuck!" She cried with annoyance, getting up and running away from the table, Becky going to the door to call after her.
"Esme!"
She turned to her boyfriend and growled, Chuck flinching away from her as she picked up the drawing.
"Chuck, you knew how special this was to her!" Becky yelled, "You inconsiderate fuck! She spent three days on this from nine in the morning until four in the afternoon to make it perfect, and you've wrecked it! Good job."
She turned to the others who sat looking pretty shocked at her outburst.
"Sorry, I'll just..."
With that, she left the picture on the coffee table, going after her sister.
"Dude...I'd hate to piss her off..." Dean huffed, Chuck sitting at the table and nodding.
"Yeah, she's pretty fucking scary." He said, Bobby raising an eyebrow.
"You might wanna be more careful about where you crash out, Chuck." He said, Chuck nodding in response.
"God, I don't know why it was important." He said with a sigh, "It's not like her parents are alive."
"It was of her parents?" Sam asked, Chuck nodding.
"Her parents, Becky and her."
"God, no wonder she's so upset." Sam breathed, "Chuck, how could you not understand the importance of that to her?"
"I guess, but she shouldn't have left it there." Chuck said, everyone looking up as Becky returned to the room.
"Well done, asshole. She won't come back for dinner." She snapped, "Don't even speak to me for the rest of the evening."
"Okay, this isn't awkward." Dean chuckled, Becky smacking him around the head.
"You shut up too." She said, "Just...someone please go and cheer Esme up. Someone who doesn't need food."
When no-one moved, Becky rolled her eyes.
"Gabriel, would you go?"
"No. I'm with my Sammy..."
"Cas?"
"I'm with my Dean."
That left one person.
Crowley sighed, huffing and drinking down his whiskey before glaring at the angels.
"You owe me." He said, getting up and going towards Esme's bedroom.
-TBC-
Oh, poor Team Free Will being landed with Becky and Chuck!
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