I had been with Sam and Dean for a long time. We had been through so, so much together, including the Apocalypse. I never thought I'd see them acting this way. I never thought I'd see them leave me this way. And I'd never thought they'd never not show a single ounce of concern for me in a life or death situation. And yet, here they were not acting like they cared if I was there or not, hiding in what we thought was a safe place.
Let me go back a bit and tell you about them and myself. I'm a hunter, obviously. The ever obvious generic family death by supernatural creature being the reason. Lost and alone, getting drawn into the lives of the Winchester brothers on a hunt and, eventually, into the arms of Dean Winchester. Unlike most girls, or all of them really, Dean and I stuck. And we became this badass couple of hunters. The two of which, along with Sam, were indestructible, especially with an angel, Castiel (Cas), on our side. Well, at least, that's what I thought.
Now, bringing it back to the present, all of that's going up in flames. Big, explosive, bomb induced, flames. Yeah, that was one I'd never thought we'd experience. Bombs. Really? What the fuck is going on? Am I the only one wondering this? Everyone else here is running for their lives and I'm wondering who the fuck is attacking us, and as in us I mean the United States in general seeing as I'm seeing this as a terrorist attack or act of war, in the middle of a small, small rural town?So, yeah, what the fuck is going on? Maybe this is the apocalypse...
"What the fuck you guys?" I hissed as I joined Sam and Dean under a trailer that had long been abandoned way before this. "What happened to sticking together? I almost got blew up by that bomb over there and neither of you even tried to help save me! Come to think of it, you both have been acting weird lately. What the fuck?"
"I don't even know what you're talking about," Sam said bitterly. "You could save your own self with those magical powers you brag about all the time anyways."
"Every man for himself honey," Dean said without a hint of love or even like in his voice. "Like Sam said, with those powers you brag about, I'm sure you could save yourself without any effort."
My jaw locked. I couldn't believe. They were talking at me like this. I tried to keep my ever popular hard resolve, but I felt a warm tear stream down my face.
"Oh, are you gonna cry?" Sam said mockingly as he faked pouted at me.
"She's not so badass now is she?" Dean huffed as he settled down into his place.
"You know what? Fuck you both. Every man for himself? Yeah, let's see how that works for the both of you," I said, my voice breaking with every word, trying not to cry hysterically, as the sound of the bombs got closer.
I ran. I ran as fast as I could through the woods, dead leaves and branches crunching and breaking under my feet. The trees and landscape rushed past me and my hair whipped behind me. I felt alive for the first time in days, and the tears were starting to dry quickly. I heard the explosions in the far distance and I stopped one last time. I looked back and saw the smoke floating up in the distance. I looked forward and not a few inches away from the bottom of my feet was a steep cliff. So, I did the only thing I knew to do. I jumped.
The wind rushed around me and I went up. I hadn't flown in years. The boys didn't even know I could do it. It was an ancient magic, long since forgotten, and I was the only one alive that knew how to do it. I thought I felt alive running, but this? This was amazing!
I flew for miles, but not too far, a few towns over to one a bit more bigger than the one I was in. No one saw me fly in or land, of course, thanks to an invisibility spell. I walked to a cafe to wash up and maybe get something to eat. I hadn't realized it but I was starving. Question was, though, if I could even stomach food right now.
As I walked through the cafe and towards the bathroom, a familiar, unwelcome, voice greeted me.
"Hello darling."
"Leave me alone Crowley," I sighed and rolled my eyes. I tried passing him to keep walking to the bathroom but he blocked my way.
"Well that's not very nice of you, love," he replied with a cheeky smirk on his face.
"Never intended it to be," I said through gritted teeth as I tried to push past him.
"Oh come on, sit with me. Let's have a little chat. I'll even buy you dinner."
"Look Crowley," I sighed angrily, "I am not having the best day today. All I want to do is go in that bathroom right over there, wash up, and make myself look, at least, a bit presentable for the world."
As I said this Crowley stood up with a look of shock and hurt on his face. I wanted to laugh at this, but suddenly Crowley's hand had come up and brushed a bit of hair out of my face.
"Damn it," he growled angrily.
"What?"
Suddenly I had realized Crowley's hand had lingered, and I hadn't even bothered to notice. I quickly jerked myself away in disgust. Whether it was in him or myself, I didn't know.
"You weren't supposed to get hurt," I heard him say lowly, probably hoping I wouldn't hear.
"What did you say?" I saw his fingertips, they were stained red with blood. I, shakily, brought mine up to my forehead where his hand had touched and brought it back down to look at. Surely enough it was covered in my own slowly drying blood. It's a sight that I was all too familiar with. Nothing new here, but there was something in his words that made me shake.
"What did you say?" I repeated.
"Nothing for you to worry about, love," he said hastily.
"You said I wasn't supposed to get hurt. What the fuck does that mean Crowley?" I growled. How the hell was he supposed to know about the attack? That had to be what he was talking about. And suddenly, it all clicked in my mind.
"You! You did this! I don't know how in the bloody hell you did it, but you did! Didn't you?" My face was on fire, it felt like my blood was boiling. I was so fucking pissed. "The attack, the boys acting like they did towards me, it was you!" My words were dripping with disgust and hate.
Crowley's smirk returned. He tipped his signature glass of scotch, which had in no way came from this diner, up at me and smiled. "Would it matter if I said I had my reasons?"
"Your reasons? Are you kidding me? I almost died! And the boys...they're...they're dead aren't they? Was that your goal? To kill Sam and Dean?" I felt like clawing his fucking eyes out and dropping them in his fucking glass of scotch, or, at least, taking his damn scotch and throwing it into his damn face.
"You already know the answer to that question Ava. And if you got hurt, or almost were killed, those were never my intentions. It was vowed you'd be safe. Whoever screwed that up will die."
My heart jumped up into my throat and then sank down into my stomach. No! No, no, no! They can't be! They are the fucking Winchesters, they can't! Not like this! I growled and grabbed the scotch out of Crowley's hand, not even caring he had drank it before me, and downed the thing in milliseconds. Then, I found myself throwing the glass across the diner quicker than that, and along with that, the rest of the glass in the dinner began to explode into shatters.
"Ava!" Crowley hissed, "Ava look at me! Ava! Ava, they're alive!"
"Fuck you," I muttered under my breath when I realized what he was saying to me. The Winchesters were alive. He was lying to me, toying with me.
"I would gladly, love," Crowley winked. "So don't threaten me with a good time."
"You're disgusting!" I spat, "I would never!"
"You and I both know you don't believe that," he said back with raised brow.
My blood began to boil again, and I effortlessly swiped Crowley out of my way, causing him to fall back onto the table. I walked towards the bathroom leaving him stunned. How dare he say that to me! How dare he do what he had just done! He had his reasons? Are you fucking kidding me? Reasons? And that's when it hit me.
"Oh my god," I whispered to myself as I stared at myself in the mirror. He likes me! He wants me! Crowley...likes me! What the hell was this feeling? I actually felt...proud and happy? No! There was no way. Nope. No way.
I hit the edges of the sink and turned the water on, "Get yourself together girl." I let out a big breath and got a paper towel and started to clean myself up. I started with my arms and worked my way up to my neck, then, finally, my face. It was a bitch trying to clean the wound on my head. I had nothing with me to clean it or patch it up at all. So, I settled for trying to make it look as decent as I could, which hurt like hell.
I gave myself a once over in the mirror, decided it was the best I was gonna do, and left the bathroom. I braced myself to see Crowley again, but to my surprise, he wasn't there waiting to bug me more when I got out. Hm, I guess I pissed him off. Like I really cared. I didn't have time for a bunch of bullshit from him, or, really, anyone. Today was not my day, and, hell, he was the reason!
I wasn't really hungry at all, so I just ordered a coffee and left the diner. I took my coffee and wandered to a nearby park. I found an empty swing and sat there, thinking about the past few weeks. Why did I put up with the way the boys treated me? Why hadn't I noticed something was terribly wrong? Why did I leave them behind to be killed? Was that Crowley's influence, or was it all on my own? And whatever Crowley used the make them act the way they did, weren't they strong enough to fight it?
I needed an answer, but I couldn't put myself up to getting up and going back. I could call them, but no, my phone had to get dropped, broken, and probably blown up. Honestly, I couldn't face them at all. I left them to die. No matter how they treated me, I was better than that. No, maybe I wasn't. Every man for themselves, more like every woman for herself. That's how I felt then, at least. I was hurt, and angry, and I just let all of that pent up aggression and emotions get the best of me. Maybe I was being a coward. I just didn't know anymore.
"I'm really, truly sorry," Crowley's gruff, accented voice broke the silence, making me almost drop my coffee and jump out of the swing. He appeared without me knowing, typical of him, and had sat himself down in the swing beside me. That, of which, was very amusing.
"Yeah, so am I," I said lowly.
"Are you okay?" he asked, voice full of concern.
I sat the coffee down, now, not caring if it'd tip over, and turned my swing his way. "Honestly? No. I'm ashamed of myself for what I did, and I'm hurt by what they did and what they said whether they did it on purpose or not. I don't know what you did, but I feel like they're strong enough to fight through it either way. I just...I don't know what to believe anymore, and honestly, I don't know who to trust. I'm going to be paranoid now, not wondering if people's actions are genuine or not, the same with their feelings."
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, the magic used is impossible to fight. I'm sorry, I wanted to get you away from them. They're going to get you killed. When you got hurt on that hunt a few months ago, it drove me crazy. It should've been one of them. Ava, no one as beautiful and amazingly talented as you should have to risk your life to be a hunter. If you were mine, I'd make sure nothing bad ever happened to you."
"What are you trying to say Crowley?"
"You already know what I'm trying to say Ava," he said with a half-smile on his face.
"No, I don't think I do," I said with a straight face.
Crowley grabbed the chain of my swing and pulled me closer to him. He caressed my face and whispered, "Ava, I'm in love with you."
"You're what?" I shrieked.
Crowley frowned and legitimately looked like he was going to cry. "That's not the reaction I was hoping for. Who can blame you, though? Someone like you would never want to be with someone like me."
My forced myself not to let my mouth hang open. I was shocked. Sure, I thought maybe he liked me, as in, basically as a fuck buddy. But in love? I didn't expect it. Nor did I expect his response to my shock. Who can blame me for not wanting someone like him? And why did I feel hurt by his response? Why did it hurt me to see him put himself down?
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"Look at you! You're beautiful even when you're all dirtied and bloodied up! And look at me! I think most would say you're out of my league, don't you think?"
"Seriously Crowley?" I arched my brow. "For one, you could change your meatsuit if you thought that and went into any guy I found attractive. And two, to be honest, I find you very attractive in looks and personality...well...with you being the King of Hell and all." Did I just? Did those words seriously come out of my mouth? I wanted to slap myself, but for the love of all that is sane, I truly meant it. I was attracted to Crowley.
"Are you saying you like me, as we sit here on swings like children, are you really saying you like me?"
I looked down, smiling, as I felt a blush rise in my cheeks. "Yes. Even though you did what you did, I like you. I don't know if I'm in love with you, I could be, maybe I'm just too afraid to admit it. Hell, I can't believe I'm admitting this to myself, much less you, but damn it Crowley, I am! And what you did, I want to be mad, I want to hate you, but I can't. In all honesty, no one has ever done something so crazy, so elaborate for me to try to show me they cared for me, loved me. And at this moment, knowing what I know, feeling the way I feel, I don't know if I want to slap you or kiss you."
"I probably deserve that first one," he said shyly.
I giggled, "You do." And as I said this I closed in the space between us and kissed him. You know how people say they see fireworks when they kiss that certain special someone? It was bigger than that. Explosions. Big atomic bomb explosions. No, wait, bigger than that. Asteroid hitting the earth and wiping out the dinosaurs explosions. Nothing I'd ever felt before with any guy, even Dean who I thought was the one.
"Wow," he whispered as he slowly drifted away.
I smirked, "You felt that too?"
"Yes," he replied gruffly, "and I'm wondering how I've lived my life so long without it."
"Me too," I smiled and leaned back in to kiss him again but ended up bumping my head against his. I hissed, "Shit. That really hurts."
"It's worse than you think too. May I fix it for you?"
"You really don't have to, I'll be fine," I assured him.
"Ava, you need stitches," he sighed.
"I've had worse," I shrugged. He sighed and rolled his eyes at me. Seriously, the King of Hell just rolled his eyes at me.
"Why do you have to be so damn stubborn," he said as he brushed a piece of hair away making me swoon. "All better," he smiled.
"Hey! You tricked me!" I pouted, "No fair!"
"Oh shut up," he said with a huge grin on his face as he brought his lips crashing against mine again.
This kiss was more needy, more lustful. Crowley was turning me to mush more quicker than anyone had before, and I could sense he knew it. I could, also, sense myself wanting more, needing more. And as I found myself squeezing my thighs together for friction, Crowley found himself slapping them away from each other.
"Unh uh," he said as he pushed my thighs apart, "I get to bring you any and all pleasure today my love. And, as much as I'd fuck you right here in this swing where anyone could stumble upon us, I'd rather have you in my bed, against my walls, and on my throne like I've dreamed about."
"Well," I said, my voice breathy with lust, "what are you waiting for?"
"I want you to tell me you want it, you need it." He was going to make me work for it.
"Please, Crowley," I begged, "Please, I need you. I need you to fuck me. Make me scream your name, make me cum for you. I need it, I want it. Now, please!" I was panting, desperate, now. My panties were soaking wet, and I wanted nothing more for them to be torn to shreds somewhere on the floor of Crowley's throne room for anyone to find.
"Oh good girl," he grinned, "get up." He pulled me to my feet, our lips met again, and I felt my feet go from being in the soft sand around the swings to being on the hard stone floor in the room that held Crowley's throne.
No sooner than we landed, I found myself being pushed against the closest wall and pushed up until my legs wrapped around Crowley's waist. Crowley pulled away from our kiss quick enough to give me a cheeky look and snap his fingers. Suddenly we were both naked, and Crowley took no time to thrust himself deep inside of me causing me to scream out in pleasure and sweet, sweet pain.
He took no time in finding a quick, deep pace, and, soon, he was hitting that sweet spot every single time. I was in heaven, although technically in hell, and I was sure my moans and screams were being heard by everyone there. Crowley was amazing, and that deal he made as a human was totally worth it. I was, going to reach my climax soon, so happy that Crowley was the one taking me to it.
"I'm gonna cum," I panted out to him. As soon as I said that he pulled out and we were moving once again. "Not until you ride me on this throne," he growled out.
I was on top of him now as he sat on the throne. Without any hesitance, I slid down on his hard cock and started to move at a slow, deep pace. Crowley started to go along with each movement, meeting me thrust for thrust. I felt myself coming closer and closer. "Crowley, you so better let me come this time, or I'm going to torture the hell out of you!" I said passionately, breathlessly.
"Oh I'd love to see that," he said, licking his lips, "but you can cum baby." And with that, I let go, and my climax crashed down upon me. Not even a second later, Crowley found his release and was releasing his hot seed inside of me over and over.
"We've made a mess," Crowley said with a smile as I collapsed down on him. "Oh who gives a fuck," I moaned, "that was amazing."
"Let's get you back topside," Crowley said after many moments of blissful silence. Suddenly, I found myself laying on black satin sheets inside of a huge bedroom. "Welcome to our home, my queen."
I laid down into Crowley's arms, and held onto him like I'd never let go. I didn't want this moment to end, although I knew, eventually, it would have to. And then, we'd have to return to the real world, and I'd have to face the Winchesters. That was the last thing on earth I wanted to do.
"Tell me what you're thinking," Crowley whispered as he brushed a piece of hair out of my face.
I sighed, "I don't want to face them, but I know I'll, eventually, have to. I have to get my things, and tell them I'm leaving and why."
"You owe them nothing, Ava," Crowley replied, "I could get your things right now, you don't have to see them if you don't want to. It's all up to you. You don't have to let them rule your life anymore, and you don't have to hide what you are. You know, I know about the necklace, Ava, about your magic locked inside of it. You should've never hid what you are because of them."
The necklace, something I haven't thought about for a while now. I had bound my magic inside of a crystal and put it on a necklace, what seemed like, ages ago. I was too busy look for Sam and Dean's approval and fear that they would hate the unknown, me. So, I bound a large part of myself inside of it, and locked the necklace away inside of a wooden safe box, carrying it with me everywhere I went. Although, sometimes, I left it at the bunker.
I sighed again, "You want me to unbind it, don't you?"
"I want you to be yourself, Ava. So, yes, I do want you to unbind it. Be the powerful being you were born to be! I want you to be my queen, and I want you to live to your full potential. And please, my love, don't think I'm trying to use you for your power. I'd never imagine doing anything like that to you. You believe me, right?"
"Of course I do," I answered without a second thought as I caressed his cheek, "of course. I know the truth now, baby. I, also, know I've been lying to myself for a very long time. I've had feelings for you for a long while now, but I just couldn't admit it to myself. I've been an idiot trying to make it work with Dean. And, I'm still laying here thinking I'm betraying him, but I've seen the way he's looked at other girls. He betrayed me a long time ago Crowley, but I sat around and pretended like I was blind and didn't see a thing when I did.
"Now, I'm here not feeling bad at all if I hurt him. And I'm wondering what in the hell has come over me. I've never been like that before, but what happened today killed me, it was the last straw, even if you did cause it. It showed me my true fears, and honestly I've been having nightmares lately. I've had nightmares of them seeing the real me and wanting to kill me, and succeeding sometimes. And I've had no one to run to, no clue who to tell. I've been so afraid, Crowley, so weak.
"You're right, I need to be the real me, live up to my full potential. Because like this, I am weak, I can barely defend myself. Sure, some of the old spells I know still work, and I can do some things, but not with that full, raw power I have. And you're also right about them, eventually, getting me killed. Now, I'm going to ask you to promise me something, and I'll promise you the same thing. We'll protect each other, no matter what. We'll live together, forever. I'll be your queen, but you have to promise me that."
Crowley looked me in the eye with the biggest smile on his face. "I promise," he whispered as he brought his lips crashing down against mine.