Summary: Sequel to "I Hate You 'Cause I Want Nothing Else". Crowley's life is turned upside down when Brooke becomes sick after getting lost in a storm. He does what he can to care for her but is something else really to blame for her illness? Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Brooke Jayden Harvelle.

A/N: Woooo! A sequel! One more fic to go before I reach my 200 fic mark! OMG! Anyway, hope you enjoy this. You will have to read I Hate You 'Cause I Want Nothing Else first. It will be quite angsty especially when Brooke becomes ill. Hope you enjoy and PLEASE REVIEW!

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A Little Fall of Rain

-One-

"Love, you can't put anything remotely pink in this room, alright?" Crowley began, folding his arms and sighing as he gazed at his lover, "It just...It doesn't go with this shade of blue."

The two were standing in their bedroom, and Brooke wanted pink decorations for the wall, yet Crowley insisted, quite rightly, that they just wouldn't go."

"Aha! That's where you're wrong, big boy!" Brooke exclaimed, "Voilà!"

She revealed a dark blue vase with black mesh flowers in it. In the centre of the flowers rested dark pink petals which had small pink lights in the middle, and as Brooke plugged it in, the flowers sent a beautiful glow into the room. Crowley raised an eyebrow and smiled, quite impressed by Brooke's taste in style. He sighed, smiled softly and pulled her into his arms, kissing her gently and rubbing her back.

"Well done, darling." He whispered, "It looks gorgeous."

Since the couple had found a new home, they were furnishing it...All twenty rooms in it. The place was gorgeous and actually quite creepy, but the two loved it, and Crowley assured her that there were no ghosts, vampires, demons or anything of the sort inside. It wasn't like she couldn't get rid of them if there were. Their bed was enormous and so damn comfortable that the two could spend forever laying in it, however, they had work to do to prepare their house for living in.

"Kitchen?" She asked, "Might be the next best place."

"Yeah." Crowley replied, holding onto her and teleporting them downstairs to the kitchen, both of them groaning at the sight of boxes to unpack, "Bugger this."

"What?" Brooke asked, Crowley clicking his fingers and putting everything in place, "Crowley!"

"Sorry, sweetheart." He said as he gazed at her with tired eyes, "I had to. Moving is so stressful."

Brooke burst into laughter, Crowley raising his brow at her and making a bottle of whiskey appear in his hand, opening it and taking a swig from it. He wondered what was making her laugh, but he wasn't about to complain. The sound of it was purely beautiful and he wouldn't ever want to stop listening to it.

"What?"

"You just sounded like the biggest girl ever!" Brooke laughed, "High school cheerleader actually. Classic."

Crowley grinned at her and approached her slowly, putting the bottle down and capturing Brooke's beautiful eyes in the longest gaze he could. She noticed something cross his face as his flirtatious side came slowly to the surface, and he rested his hands on her hips, backing her against the counter and leaning close to her.

"I have to admit that the body of a cheerleader would've been very appealing for my demonic form, however, I prefer this one." He began, Brooke giggling seductively, "And I certainly wouldn't change you for anything, my love. You fancy an early night?"

"Oh, I do." The hunter replied, kissing him and breaking free of his hold to run upstairs, throwing her clothes off as she went.

The thought of finding her naked in their new bed for him to hold and love just sent Crowley's head spinning. He never believed he'd find love again or he'd feel it again yet with her, someone who once thought him and his kind vermin loved him more than her own life and that was definitely enough. Totally and utterly enough.

Upon reaching the bedroom, he pushed open the door to find her laying there under the blue silk sheets, and he smiled gently, making his clothes disappear with a thought as he reached the bed and climbing under the sheets with her. Taking her into his arms and kissing her, the demon rolled her onto her back and entered her body gently.

"Mmm..." Brooke hummed, pressing a kiss to Crowley's lips, "Love you."

"Love you too." He said softly, kissing her deeply and pushing himself up as he rocked his hips, feeling her legs begin to tremble against his waist as she moaned loudly from the pleasure of him inside her.

She knew he was using his mojo purely from the feeling of incredible sexual pleasure that filled her body so quickly. She looked up at him, taking his hand and holding it in her own as they moved together, both their eyes rolling black as their bond reached it's peak.

Their binding ceremony had been only weeks before and forever they would connect on every level this way. That included part of Crowley's demonic essence being passed into Brooke which caused the blackness of her eyes during their lovemaking and when using the few powers she'd gained from her demon. The amazing thing was that everyone just accepted this as fact, and that Brooke and Crowley wouldn't be dangerous together.

Yet, as a hunting team they were deadly.

The two had been out not long after the binding hunting three rogue demons who wouldn't dare fuck with Crowley, yet they decided to take on Brooke. Big mistake. The trio had been thrown into the back wall of the warehouse by one thought from Brooke, and then Crowley had appeared, Brooke opening her shirt to reveal the brand on her stomach, the tattoo of Crowley's mark. The demons had looked horrified as the pair had killed them completely, walking away with their fingers laced together and both completely unharmed.

But Crowley had promised Brooke that her life wasn't one of a demon. She could continue as normal and even when hunting if she wished to. The only demonic power she had was the telekinesis and the ability to kill other demons. The healing and the telepathy, as well as the teleportation didn't come with it. Crowley had to deal with that.

The two made love deep into the night, both bracing themselves for the first day of the rest of their lives together.

Sunlight streamed into the master bedroom of the house and Brooke stirred, opening her eyes to see the beautiful white ceiling above her. She smiled at the memories of the night before, of how she and her demon had made the most sensual love that they had in a long, long time. She turned to see him sleeping peacefully beside her, his breathing deep, quiet and even. She rested on her elbow to look at him properly, smiling as he turned onto his back and raised his right arm.

"C'mon." He mumbled, Brooke moving into his embrace and rubbing his chest lightly, kissing his cheek tenderly, "Morning, love."

"Morning, baby." She whispered, "How are you, my cupita?"

Crowley smiled. That was her special name for him. Cupita. Beloved. It made him feel wonderful to hear her call him that, and the fact that it was in Latin meant that the others didn't know what she was saying to him when she called him that.

"I'm fine, thank you, my amoenus amor."

Brooke smiled stunningly. Crowley had just called her his beautiful love.

"How are you?"

"I'm...amazing..." Brooke sighed, stretching a little and kissing her lover's lips, "We should speak in Latin more often."

"Ego mus." Crowley replied, Brooke laughing in response.

He'd said, I agree. Maybe they should speak more in Latin to each other. It was a beautiful language and the two knew it fluently. As the pair settled back to sleep for a little while, a soft whine and a playful growl came from the corner of the room, both lovers opening their eyes to gaze there.

"Charlie, you stay there." Crowley warned, he and Brooke both smiling warmly at the tiny hellhound puppy that lay in the corner, "Daddy will take you into the garden in a little while."

But the little pup wasn't resisting and he jumped onto the bed, beginning to lick Crowley's face.

"Ugh, fine. Fine." He muttered, lifting the puppy up as he went to lick Brooke's face, "Don't you kiss your mother like that, Charles, where are your manners?"

Brooke stroked the puppy, which she could see and had been able to since her binding with Crowley, rubbing his belly as Crowley dressed himself with a thought, smiling at Brooke and dressing her with a thought.

"Shall we go for a walk?" He asked, holding out his hand.

Brooke smiled. Life was finally getting better...

For now.

-TBC-

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