Sam looked across the hotel room to the other bed. Crowley lay there curled up, possibly feigning sleep. Sam didn't know if Crowley could really sleep or not. Though, given everything he'd loaded up into him, it wouldn't surprise him if the demon had some degree of human needs. Maybe he was just faking it for Sam's sake. It would be unsettling if the demon just sat there awake all the time.

Crowley cared. He knew that, now. If it weren't for him, Sam wouldn't be here, now. Sam sighed. "Yeah, Crowley cares a whole lot..." He remembered Crowley kissing him, the demon exposing his true feelings. To muddle things more, Sam had kissed back. He tried to tell himself he'd done it as a reflex, but part of him really... Enjoyed it. He groaned. He had too much to deal with...

Sam looked to the demon "sleeping" across from him. He wondered what was going through his head...

~0~

Crowley may not have been capable of sleep (or dreams), but he could fantasize. Right now, for example, he was fantasizing about Sam, half-dressed, kissing and sucking on his neck scar. Then flipping the younger Winchester underneath him. Sam pleading with his eyes for Crowley to go easy on him for his "first time"...

Crowley shook it off. Yes, he'd come to terms with the fact he had feelings for Sam Winchester. But honestly, the thoughts were intrusive. And he'd probably blown it anyway, kissing Moose "prematurely". He hadn't talked about it for days. The human and lovesick part of Crowley ached for Sam. The poor boy complained about his life being complicated and there he was, adding to it...

"Ah, well, that's life for you..." he mused. "If Sam needs his space, so be it..."

"Crowley?" Sam called from across the room. Crowley pretended to wake up. "Yeah?" "I think we're going back tomorrow. I need to deal with everything sooner or later..." Sam stated. Crowley nodded. "If you say so..." he said pretending to nod off again.

Crowley peaked through his eyelids. Sam was pulling his jeans and shirt off. He remembered the younger man bemoaning the fact he hadn't packed a change of clothes, not even pyjamas. One had to admire the maintenance Sam put into his body.

"Sam, you're not helping..." he thought.

~0~

Sam made sure the motorcycle was all set. His brother had done a great job at making sure the vintage vehicle was rideable again. Crowley walked outside, his hair still somewhat wet from his earlier shower. "So, are you riding with me or can you teleport?" Sam said, climbing on the bike. Crowley folded his arms.

"Well, on one hand, Dean would kill me if I didn't come back with you. On the other, he'd kill me for taking so long to bring you back... Then again, he'd probably kill me regardless of either reason..." He glanced at the motorcycle. "That thing's older than I am..." Sam rolled his eyes. "Crowley..." "Well, it's true! At least for my meatsuit... I guess I'll ride with you. Don't want you nearly dying again on the side of the highway..." He said, climbing on. Sam shook his head and put the helmet on. After revving the engine, the duo was off to face what awaited them back in the bunker.

AN: Yep, I'm back with the sequel. Just wanted to wait to see if "Zeke" really was bad... I don't want to talk about it... But, hey, based on the next episode promo, looks like Crowley's gonna help get *spoilers* Gadreel out of Sam. So, in a weird way, I sorta called that... (Different means, but it still counts to me...) ...Am I the new prophet now that Kevin's... *sniffle* ...I must test this! Carry on, my Wayward Companions! -CH