Summary: She annoys the hell out of him, but when she joins him on his mission to kill the Devil, Crowley finds that he really, deep down, doesn't want anything bad to happen to her. Once they unite as a team, they know there's no turning back. Please R&R!

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

A/N: I always wanted to create a badass, fun, awesome OC who could be funny and lively without much angst around her, so Crowley has been the one to end up stuck with such a fiery girl. Hope you like the fic, and I hope you like her!

PLEASE REVIEW!

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx


Past The Point Of No Return

Chapter One: An Evening Disturbed

Crowley was thinking.

It was surprising how often he did this, how often he would sit and just think for hours and hours on end. With his trusty glass of whiskey on his desk, and his warm burning fire, he found himself feeling a little more at peace than he had for a while. Stress of the job. Picking up souls and making deals wasn't easy. Yes, you got a lot of action in the day, but then you had to arrange them all, and do the contracts and it could get to be a total pain in the backside.

As much as it pained Crowley to think it or say it, sometimes he missed being a human, having a normal life. Being oblivious to all the shit going on in the world that humans don't know about. Demons, Lucifer, angels, hunters, any of it. He wanted to be in the dark about it all and live in blissful ignorance, but life hadn't been that kind to him. Well, he hadn't been kind to himself with the choices he'd made.

He picked up the whiskey glass and took its contents down in one swift swallow, ignoring the burn at the back of his throat as he went to sit by the fire, pouring another glass of his favourite drink. Something hit him, though. Something hit his senses that was frighteningly familiar, and that was indeed something he wanted to avoid. He rolled his eyes and took down the second glass of whiskey, getting up and heading to the source of the new energy. Sure enough, there the owner of the energy stood, in her typical boot cut jeans, her thin dusky pink sweater and her white sneakers, with her blonde curls hanging over her shoulders, her deep blue eyes twinkling with the usual glint of mischievousness, while they gave off the message that she wasn't to be messed with. She really wasn't to be messed with. Not in the least.

Her full lips were coated in the usual clear gloss, while her mascara was applied to her eyelashes in a way that made them curl near perfectly. Around her neck lay her usual chain with a rose quartz on it, one that she'd worn in all the time Crowley had known her. Over her shoulder rested a small beige satchel, just big enough to fit her laptop in and some research, which she liked to do very often. She was young, only in her early twenties to the human eye, but in the terms of Hell, she was much, much older.

"May I help you?" He asked, feeling unhappy when he received silence from the young blonde, "What do you want, Diana?"

Straightening out her top and folding her arms, Diana sighed and rubbed the bridge of her small straight nose, scratching the top of her chest lightly near her breasts which Crowley had realised had grown considerably since he last saw her. The scratching was what had drawn his attention to them, nothing else. He had to admit, she did have an incredibly attractive figure, but she was nothing more to him than a colleague, as it were.

"We need to talk." She said cryptically, walking past him into the study and sitting by the fire, warming herself up, "Sit."

"Thanks." Crowley muttered with sarcasm, earning a glare from her.

He'd known her for many, many years, and she never failed to annoy him. She was a pain in his ass and that wasn't changing any time soon. She was arrogant at times, cocky, but he had to admire her spirit and her ability to drink. Also, in a fight, she was one to have on your side.

"This is your smart ass way out of this mess is it?" She snapped suddenly, making him feel a bit uneasy, "Killing...him...? Crowley, what are you thinking?"

"Why is it any of your business, pray tell?" Crowley retorted, "How the hell did you even know?"

"I found the Colt in your drawer, and I read your work journal." Diana replied, taking in the shock on Crowley's face, "Come on! You don't think that I'm oblivious to the hundreds of ways to get in here, do you? I never meant to read your work journal, but then again, you left the wrong one out. Not your real work journal, you halfwit. You left out the one you use when you plan on cheating the system downstairs, or just in general, being a little naughty."

Her voice was low; a tone that made Crowley's body tense.

Her accent was that of a person from New York, but it wasn't as broad as some people's. Just a hint of it was there, and as she'd often told him, men found it sexy. She'd been his apprentice for years, and picked up the trade pretty quickly. She was quick witted and had a way with words that made the person she was dealing with rather afraid of her. She annoyed the hell out of him. For one thing, she couldn't resist seeing him almost every day, for a second thing, she sometimes didn't know when to shut up or when to not get involved with things that didn't concern her, and for a third thing, she was too protective for her own good. Whenever Crowley had an idea, she always wanted in, and when he'd turn her down, the true demon in her would come out and he'd leave a little more frightened of her. It seemed that this time, her offer of help wouldn't go amiss.

"You're mad." She told him, "If..."

"If what?" He asked curiously.

"If you go alone." She replied, "If I'm honest, honey, I'd rather not become Lucifer's dartboard for target practice if it's all the same. So, I'm coming with you."

Crowley glared at her coldly, almost angrily at the insinuation she'd made that he couldn't do this by himself for one thing, and that maybe he couldn't do it with out her too. There was no way she was going with him. She'd get herself killed and then he really would be alone, and he'd be hunted too.

"No." He told her, "Now, bugger off. I'm tired. I want my bed."

He stood up to leave, only for her to shove him back into his seat and glare at him in return with an even icier and more frightening stare.

"Oh, no..." She said, shaking her head with an angered expression on her face, "I'm not going anywhere. Neither are you."

-TBC-


Please review? :)

Hope you enjoyed!

Thanks for reading so far!

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx