Author's Notes: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters in it. This story contains some blood, drinking, strong language. I hope you like it, I would love some comments and helpful criticism. There will be more chapters to come.

I looked up at the dark night sky, the stars shined in the quietness of the forest. Frost covered the ground from the winter dew that settled on the grass over night, I was alone keeping warm under my winter coat. I sat on the back of my old 1965 Chevy truck, as I looked up at the cloudy sky as a star shout across it.
"Make a wish, love." The voice was all too familiar, I turned to a man standing to my side leaning against the tail gate looking up at the sky. He wore a dark suit with a grey paisley tie, his black coat buttoned to the top keeping him warm. He turned to look at me his green eyes were enhanced by the darkness of the trees.
"I wouldn't know what to wish for." He smiled at my statement.
"What are you doing out here alone? You know I don't like it when I don't know where you are."
"You like the chase and you know it." I couldn't turn away from the gaze of his eyes, he always stared at me as if I was a prized jewel. He looked back at the sky as he stepped away from the truck.
"We have a problem." He didn't dare look back at me, "I just got news that the Winchesters failed to kill Lucifer," he began to get flustered, now looking at his shoes, "He knows I helped and now I have a bounty on my head." He turned around, looked up at my face with concern. "I need your help. You're the only one I can trust...you're all I have-" he couldn't finish his sentence. I knew if any demon found where he was or what he had been doing there would be no hesitation to kill him. I got down off the truck, the cool air running against my body, I pulled my coat close. I looked up into his eyes.
"I will never abandon you. You can always trust me, for anything." I smiled trying to reassure him I would make everything okay. I leaned up against him, the cold air sending a chill up my spine. He wrapped his arms around me, resting his head on mine, as stars fell across the sky on that cold night in the middle of winter.

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I drove for hours in the late night, Crowley was silent the whole time constantly looking down at his hands, only looking up whenever I made a turn to see which direction we were headed. He had never been so quiet, in the many years I had known him he had never been this silent. The failure of his faith in the Winchesters weighed on his shoulders, even though the Winchesters preformed the act, Crowley would pay the price. We reached the cabin in the woods where I had once stayed during my time alone, we walked through the door way. The look of the cabin was worse for wear, the house had burned once, but his home was strong and still standing. It was in the middle of renovations, a couch was in the living room along with a chair and a coffee table. Crowley lit a fire in the fireplace.
"It's cold in here. You wouldn't happen to have blankets stocked up?" I went to the closet where I grabbed two blankets and tossed one at Crowley. "Not like you get cold, or sleep."
"No, I don't, but my concern is more for you. I don't want you getting ill." He gave me a small smile, trying very hard to cover the misery that was inside him. He had lost everything, even his title was up for debate, all he had were me, his hellhound and the clothes on his back. To have so little was never Crowley's way of living. I settled on the couch laying back with my feet elevated on the arm rest I pulled the blanket up to my chin. Crowley sat back in the chair leaning back till his feet rested on the coffee table, he pulled his blanket over his lap, looking up threw the cracks in the ceiling, I began to drift off into sleep.

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The morning was young when I awoke, colors of fire burned across the room as the sun rose. Crowley was no where in sight, a bottle lay sideways on the table, it was empty. Sleeping on the couch was not comfortable and took a toll on my knee, a past injury that never fully healed.
"Crowley." I said in a soft tone. Sounds came from the back porch of the house, I opened the screen door to the back of the house. Crowley sat there on the step with a glass in hand, it was nearly empty. "Where did you get- never mind, you alright?" He held a coin in his hand flipping it in his fingers. He took a drink from the glass in his hand.
"No, I am far from alright." He went for another drink but there was nothing in his glass. "You're going to need more by the looks of you." I sat down next to him, his tie was undone and hanging around his neck his shirt unbuttoned by two. His hair was in disarray and he had dark circles around his eyes.
"Any chance I can..." He failed to complete his sentence as he put the coin into his inner jacket pocket. I went a step further down and grabbed the glass from his hand and set it next to him, he continued to look at his hands as I put my on his knees.
"We are going to need some things if we are going to be here for a while. First; we need to get some demon warding on the walls. We're also going to need groceries and alcohol, for you." He still looked down at his hands. I hated seeing him in such distress, "So, are you going to come with me or am I going to have to drag you along." That caught his attention, he looked at me as if I had just insulted him.
"Why do I need to go grocery shopping?"
"If you haven't realized, I'm not exactly of age to buy alcohol and since we went off the radar I had to discard all my false IDs. So if you want your booze you're coming with me." With a big sigh he finally agreed, I slapped my hands down on his tights, "Good, I'll get my keys."

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It had been three days since we came to this cabin in the woods, Crowley was constantly moping around and to be frank it was starting to annoy me. He had just gone threw his fifth bottle of scotch.
"That's it! Get off your ass! You are going to do something if it kills me." He stared at me, in shock that I was yelling at him. He opened his mouth to speak but before he got a word out I grabbed him by the collar and lifted him out of the chair. "I am sick and tired of you brooding around this cabin staring at that...that coin! I've had it!" He glared at me, not to happy with my tone he pried my hands from his collar, straightening it out, he leaned over and grabbed his bottle then he vanished. He was gone, he just left...I made a mistake, I ran him off. I slumped down into the chair he was sitting in. The warmth of his body still remained and I turned to the fire that was still blazing in the fireplace.

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It had been hours, I had fallen asleep curled in the chair next the an extinguished fire the cold chilling my body. The sound of an old car had awoken me as the headlights ran across the house. I was cold, very cold, I grabbed my jacket closer to my body, shivering I grabbed the shotgun that lay on the coffee table and made my way into the kitchen. I stood behind the corner of the wall that lead into the next room, when I heard a familiar voice. Crowley, he was talking to someone, but who? I could not tell, then they spoke the voice made me smile, Dean. Crowley finally had his purpose again. He was working with the Winchesters, more like using the Winchesters to get revenge. He was talking about the Horse Men when I emerged from the corner of the kitchen. Sam raised his pistol at the sight of me, Crowley quickly reacted and grabbed the pistol moving it down ward so he couldn't shoot me. "Brenna? What are doing here?"
"I can ask you the same. Crowley, I see you found something to do."
"You know Crowley?!" Dean was surprised by my calmness around the crossroads demon.
"Of course I know him. Wait! He never told you that I was with him?" I looked at Crowley, he avoided my gaze.
"No?" Sam was confused, I moved toward Crowley, pulling my jacket even closer to myself, trying to find warmth. I laid the shotgun back on to the coffee table.
"So, Horse Men. Sounds interesting. What are you planning?"
"If you must know, we need to find Pestilence and cut the ring off his finger."
"You need Pestilence's ring, why?"
"It's the key to Lucifer's cage." Sam stared at me noticing the chill my body could not control. Crowley followed Sam's gaze to me, turning he put his arm to my shoulder. The cold was piercing, "So, where is This stable boy, you were talking about?" Dean was awkward about the tenderness that Crowley showed me.

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I was standing spray painting the last enochian symbol on the window when Crowley wrapped his jacket around me.
"You're freezing. Tell me you didn't wait for me all night."
I turned around to look at his green eyes, which were far more captivating than the brown ones of his last vessel had. "Sweetheart, you'll catch your death doing something like that."
"I was worried you went and did something stupid...I was right." I wrapped my arms around his waist resting my head on his collar, he pit his hand on my back.
"Don't worry, the first step is always a doozy. It will get better after this, I promise." He held me tighter hoping his warmth will break the chill of my body. Dean walked into the doorway then coughed slightly.
"Sorry to interrupt, but don't we have a demon to catch."
"Ahh, yes about that." Crowley turned to Dean, "Sam's not coming."
"What do you mean Sam's not coming!?"
"What I mean is I don't trust him, oh and he's been trying to kill me." I stood silent in the background, holding onto Crowley's coat, as the two spat words at each others. "It's your choice. Either Sam stays here or it's no deal." He backed away from Dean. "Fine! Have a good end of the world." Crowley walked toward me, he put his arm over my shoulder.
"Alright! Yes, Sam stays here." Dean sighed with frustration.
"What!? What are you talking about? Are you saying I can't go?!" Sam was upset at Dean decision.
"Listen, Sam..." Their voices faded into the background as Crowley came back to me.
" I need you to stay here with Sam." Crowley softly in my ear.
"Why?" I was a little surprised but quickly past it when Crowley gave me a look of concern. " Alright, but you better be careful, I don't want to have to resurrect you." He smiled at how sincere my words were. He pulled me close to him again, his breath ran across my neck. I could here his heart beating underneath his shirt.
"I'll be careful." I closed my eyes to the sound of his breathing as he kissed the top of my head then rest his cheek on my shoulder.

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It had been a whole night, it was early in the morning the sun had not risen yet, Sam had been wandering the house drinking quiet a lot. He didn't speak to me, he would occasionally look at me, but then go back to his pacing. The car pulled up and Dean walked in with a bagged figure.
"How did it go? Did you run into any trouble?" Sam was anxious to know what happened, but Dean didn't answer.
"Actually it went rather swimmingly. Miss me?" I ran up to hug Crowley.
"Always." I smiled into His jawline. Sam walked into the room, Crowley stopped him in his tracks.
"Now I have to say, I'm completely against this. We should be miles away from here. away from you." Crowley looked to the tall Winchester's eyes.
"Get out of my way, Crowley." Sam grit his teeth, fed up with Crowley's games.
"Not if you go in there. You will ruin everything. So, go ruin it, ruin our one best, last hope." Sam pushed past him.
"What's going on?" I asked Crowley, watching Sam storm off.
"Sam has history with this one. History Sam does not yet know about." Crowley moved over to the chair and sat down, he put his arms on the arm rests. I move over to him he moved his left arm inviting me to sit on his lap. I sat and watched the glass doors that lead to our homemade interrogation room. Crowley put his arm around my waist assuring me it would be no problem. Dean and Sam emerged from the room, Dean pushing Sam back, "Get out of my way, Dean."
"Goodie, so our prisoner is all fluffed up now." Crowley moved me to the arm rest, getting up out of the chair and moved into the room closing the doors behind him. The brothers argued, but I paid no attention, they did this so much it was no worry to me. Dean sat in the chair, I still sat on the arm rest when Crowley emerged, "So did he buy any of your Girl Scout Cookies yet."
"Not yet," Crowley was fidgeting, "Where's your Moose?"
"Cooling off."
"Alright then, get bent." I furrowed my brow, where was he going.
"You going somewhere." Dean replied before I could even finish my thought.
"He's not going to talk. So, now I've got to go stick my neck out." He wasn't please with the thought of that sentence, I stood in protest, but he was gone.
"What's your problem?" Dean was now staring up at me, I was very worried for Crowley, this was the kind of thing I wanted to avoid.
"Shut up." I moved out the front door, standing on the porch thoughts crowded my mind of what Crowley was doing. My hand found the keys that were in my pocket, I looked to my truck, holding out the keys so they were visible. I clutched the keys tight in my fist, I got in my car and I drove, there was no specific place I was going, I just needed to drive. I drove for hours in one direction, my stomach hungry for food, I finally stopped in a small town. There was a small diner there, I sat with a burger before me, I sat watching the people eating there food, not knowing anything about the world and it's horrors. They were so oblivious, a man at the bar was having his third coffee, as he took a drink he looked back at me, two more men who were in a booth two in front of me stood up. Damn it, demons some how they found where I was.
"Brenna." The man from the bar was tall wearing a black suit with a blue shirt, he blinked and his eyes went black.
"How'd you find me?" I said taking a bit of my burger.
"Wasn't very hard, with your boss being distracted." I had my hand on the hilt of my knife which was concealed within my jacket.
"You're making a big mistake. You and your boys don't know what you're up against." They laughed at my comment,
"You?! You think we're afraid of some bitch!" I swiftly moved from my seat unholstering my knife stabbing it in to the chest of the demon standing to the far left. I turned his body positioning him between me and the next demon, as I pulled my gun from the back of my pants. Pressing it to the center demons temple and pulling the trigger. I removed the knife from the demon's chest, aiming the gun at the demon from the bar.
"If you weren't afraid, you are now." He swallowed hard, he didn't expect this, not from a small girl like me. I was skilled, Crowley had taught me well.
"Well, yes. Now I see, but you should have also considered that you aren't the only one we're after." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin, screams came from it, then silence a voice came from the coin, Crowley.
"Leave him be!" I screamed pointing the gun at the demon's head.
"No. He has a price on his head, that I am willing to collect." I cocked my gun pressing it to his temple.
"You will die first." Then he was gone, I searched the diner hoping he was still in sight, but he was gone. I gripped the knife tight and ran out the door, throwing the gun into the seat next to me I put the truck in gear and mashed the pedal into the floor. I don't care what it took, I was making it back before any sleazy black eyed freak.

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Where it had taken me hours to drive in one direction, it felt even longer returning. The night was beginning to creep up, I pushed the pedal even harder reaching over 100 miles an hour. I won't stop, not now. I finally arrived at the cabin, a shotgun shot in the house, I grabbed my rifle off it's rack, I ran up to the door and kicked it down.
"Brenna!" Dean shocked at my sudden appearance.
"Dean what's going on?!"
"Get me out of here!" The demon was still tied to the chair and Sam was trying to release him.
"Hellhounds!" Dean shot past me, I turned to see claw marks rip into the floor board, I turned backwards firing off a shot, that just hit the hound as it jumped on top of me. The hound bled out as I pushed it's corpse off me, turning over to look at Dean.
"Nice shot." He proclaimed,
"Thanks." A warm breath ran over my neck, I sat up trying to get the end of the barrel into the hounds chest. The pup was strong and pushed my gun out of my hand, the hounds claws were sharp and pierced my skin easily as it ripped through the flesh of my back.
"Hey!" Crowley snapped
"You came back?" Dean stated confused. I looked over to see Crowley standing in the living room, blood rushed from my body, my chest compressed by the weight of the hound on me.
"I'm invested." Crowley smiled,"Stay!"
"You can control them?" Dean still in shock by the whole situation.
"Not that one. I brought my own and mines bigger." He was proud of his pup, as he padded it on it shoulder. "Sick'em boy!" He screamed as this massive dog came running at me, tackling the other hound that stood on top of me spilling it's blood over my face. Crowley appeared above me, grabbing my arm and lifting me supporting me with his body we appeared at the Impala. Sam, Dean and the demon came running out. "I wager 10 quid says my pup wins." He chuckled as he placed me in the car.

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I was leaning on the outside of the car as Sam patched me up.
"What were you thinking?" Sam worried as he tied the last stitch.
"Honestly, I have no idea. I just knew you guys were in danger and I don't know..." He pulled out some gauze and began rapping it around my torso. He gazed back at Crowley and Brady chatting.
"So, you think he'll tell us what we want?" Sam nodded toward to two.
"He better, cause he's going to die either way." I was confused at the hatred Sam had for this demon, but before I could ask he tided off the gauze, handing me my shirt and moved away. Dean was making a salt line, Sam switched places with Crowley, Crowley moved towards me.
"Are you ready to go?" He helped pull my shirt around my waist, since I was struggling with it. I smiled at how tender he was to me, he looked into my eyes.
"Are you ready?" He raised his eye brows.
"Yeah, I'm ready."
"Good." He gently put his arm around under my knee, picking me up bridal style. "We have to make a quick stop first." He looked back into my eyes and we vanished from the alley.