Summary: Crowley appears to Team Free Will in need of help. As strange as this may sound for Crowley, his lover has gone missing, and he's desperate to find her before anything happens to her. Can they find her in time? PLEASE R&R!

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

A/N: Okay…*Takes deep breath* this is an area I've never touched. Crowley/OC is beyond the boundaries of my writing, but my friend and I were talking about the show today and we both suddenly thought about what it would be like if Crowley had a girl…then the idea came and I wanted to write it. This is a side of Crowley that no-one ever gets to see and may involve a powerful, dangerous character later on. I've been a bit nervous with this one, but ENJOY! xxxxxxxx

Of Demons, Lovers and Memories Gone By

Chapter One: There's a Damsel in Distress

Sam, Dean and Castiel sat in the Winchester's motel room, trying to ignore Gabriel who was busy munching a candy bar as loudly as possible. Both angels stood, suddenly moving to the centre of the room and standing back to back. Sam and Dean looked up, jumping as the angels switched places.

"Demon?" Sam asked, Gabriel pressing a finger to his lips.

"Come on, Crowley." Gabriel said, "Stop hiding, we know you're here."

When the demon appeared, he wasn't his usual suave, confident self. His eyes were sad. He even looked like he'd been crying.

"I need help." He breathed, "I know I'm a demon…but please…"

"What's happened?" Gabriel asked, watching as the demon ran a shaking (yeah, he was shaking) hand through his short hair.

"Iona…my Iona…she's gone missing…" He said quietly, everyone looking confused.

"Iona?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow.

"My partner…" Crowley began, looking shiftily at the others, "My lover…"

Everyone sat back and let out sighs as they stared at the demon.

"What?" He asked, "A demon can't love?"

"Crowley…we never…" Sam began, being cut off as the demon raised his hand.

"I've tried everything," Crowley said, "Her phone's turned off…I can't even sense her, it's like whoever or whatever's taken her has cut her off."

"You know, I never thought I'd see the day when you'd be in love, Crowley." Dean laughed, everyone glaring at him.

"Iona and I have been together for years, long before I met you idiots." Crowley said, sighing and rubbing his head, "Look, are you going to help me find her or not?"

"Details would be nice." Dean piped up, Crowley standing and moving over to the Winchesters, his aftershave filling their personal space as he leaned on the table.

"Her name is Iona Jane Michaels, she is twenty eight years old," Crowley began, Dean writing everything being said, "She has blonde, breast length, that's right, Dean, breast length, loosely curled hair. Her eyes are dark blue, she has a small, straight nose with a pointed tip and her lips are full and luscious. The last time I saw her she was wearing a baby pink sweater, dark blue jeans and black pumps, the angels will be able to find her address. She's been missing for six days and I can't find her anywhere. Did you get all that down, Dean?"

Dean growled up at the demon and he turned to leave, Castiel grabbing his arm.

"We will try to find her, Crowley." He said, looking at the demon with pitying eyes, "If we get anything we will inform you, I promise."

Crowley nodded in thanks, looking each of the others in the eye before turning and leaving.

He returned to his mansion, locking himself in and going to his bedroom. He sat on the bed, putting a hand on the side where Iona should lay. It was so cold without her there, and he'd always wondered what a wonderful girl like her was doing with a monster like him. His mind trailed to the day they first met and the memory made him smile a little.

1997

Sixteen year old Iona picked up her guitar and checked it to see if it was in tune. She smiled and then pressed play on her stereo, the sounds of Estranged by Guns 'n' Roses drifted into the room. She turned up the stereo and waited for the guitar solo, playing it with precision, moving and swaying in time. Crowley watched her as she moved. There was such dedication present in her movements, precision and care as she played. For a sixteen year old she wasn't half bad. But Crowley saw the tears in her eyes and then watched as they escaped. She'd finished playing the song and took a deep breath, wiping her eyes as she turned the stereo off and put the guitar on the stand. Crowley was questioning whether to show himself to her or not, but then he thought he'd better warn her. She was delving in the black arts and Satanism in this twisted part of her life, and she and two friends were going to do a ritual to summon Lucifer himself. He needed to get them out of it, Gabriel had told him to for a start. He liked Gabriel. The Archangel actually spoke sense. He appeared and Iona walked into him, looking up and going to scream before he covered her mouth and held her still.

"It's alright, Iona…" He promised, the British accent confusing her a little, "It's alright, I'm not here to hurt you."

Iona shivered, eyes never leaving his as he kept her close.

"Don't worry, just keep calm."

Iona nodded and looked at him, his hand still over her mouth.

"My name's Crowley…and I'm…" he began, flashing his eyes black, "I'm a demon."

Iona panicked then and struggled against his hold, Crowley changing his eyes back as he went to calm her.

"Your friends, Ali and Tom…they need to stop with the black magic and the Satanism…" He said, "You have to get out of it before that ritual takes place, am I understood, because the consequences will be horrendous if you don't?"

Iona didn't know what to do, but she just nodded.

"This is going to sound strange coming from a demon," He said, daring to press a kiss to her forehead, "But you can trust me. If you need anything, then you can come to me for help."

Iona nodded again and Crowley let her go, Iona looking into his eyes.

"Why should I trust a demon?" She asked, Crowley smiling at her with what she believed to be tenderness.

"I was actually sent by an angel." Crowley said softly, "Just please…get yourself and your friends out while you can."

Something told Iona that Crowley was speaking truth, and in her gut and her heart she knew that maybe he could be trusted. She nodded before grabbing his arm.

"Thank you."

Crowley nodded in response and turned, leaving her to it. For that warning, Crowley received torture beyond anything he'd felt in his life.

2009

The demon looked at a photo he kept by his bedside of them. He still didn't understand how someone as loving, caring, sweet and beautiful as Iona could ever love a creature like him. She was kissing his cheek and he had his arms around her, and she looked damn happy. So did he. He stroked the photo, feeling the tears prick at his eyes again.

"I'll find you, Iona…if it's the last thing I do." He whispered to the photo, "I'll find you."

-TBC-

Okay, do you like it or not? If this idea completely sucks, I wanna know so:

1. I don't waste time writing it when I can be updating other fics in the meantime.

2. I can steer away from it in the future.

However you feel about it, please leave a comment, I'd love to know what you think. THANKS FOR READING SO FAR! xxxxxxxxxx