Summary: AU. At first it's casual. That's how things like this normally start. But Bobby Singer notices something odd going on with his daughter, and then realises that she may have a horrible link to his best friend. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Jessica Marie Singer.

PLEASE READ! A/N: Okay, I'm taking a risk with this one.

Trust me, there's nothing forced in this but yes, it's AU, and Crowley does indeed fall for his best friend's daughter.

However, this is going to be very emotional, a little dark and very angsty in places.

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All Decided for Us

-One-

Goddamnit, she's barely twenty! Stop thinking like that! How fucking sick does it make you sound? You're in your late forties! Her father has been your best friend since middle school, yet you can't take your eyes off his kid for five minutes! What the fuck is wrong with you? STOP STARING!

Holy fuck, she's coming over. Great job, Crowley! Good job, you've got yourself all flustered and worked up and now he's bringing her over. Your best friend's child. Think about it. Just don't do anything fucking stupid.

Crowley's thoughts were broken when his best friend Bobby Singer approached, that stunningly gorgeous just-turned-twenty year old came over. It was her birthday party today at her parents' house, and seemingly, as much of good friends her father and Crowley were, she'd never met the guy before. She'd seen him once or twice but that was all. Crowley stood up, trying not to stare at the poor girl as she got closer.

"Hey, Crowley."

"Bobby."

The girl blinked, assumingly at the British accent. It surprised most people who Crowley spoke to actually, but they got used to it in the end.

"This is my daughter, who I think you've met once before actually..." Bobby began, Crowley nodding in response, "This is Jess."

The young woman nodded and smiled holding her hand out. She had the most stunning curls, thick and silky locks that were a deep shade of auburn, skin pale and eyes a dull shade of blue. She looked more like her mother, that had to be said but good God, she was beautiful.

"Jess, this is Crowley." Bobby said, Jess and Crowley shaking hands.

"First name or surname?" She asked, Crowley chuckling and giving the usual response.

"If I told you that, I'd have to kill you."

Bobby nudged Jess and kissed her head.

"Hey, he means it too." He laughed, Jess smiling before seeing one of her friends arrive through the front door.

"I'm sorry, I've just gotta go and see someone," She said quickly, "She's flying to Paris today and I won't see her for a few years..."

Bobby grinned and watched as his child ran to her friend, hugging her tight and kissing her cheek. Crowley looked at his best friend and cracked his usual smirk, passing Bobby a whiskey as they sat down.

"How've you been, Crowley?" Bobby asked, taking a sip of his drink while keeping an eye on his daughter at the same time.

"Good," Crowley replied, "Finally got rid of that bitch I used to live with."

"You mean your mother-in-law?" Bobby asked, Crowley laughing.

"No. The wife."

"I'm sorry." Bobby said, Crowley taking a swig of the drink and chuckling.

"No, it's fine." He replied, "Better to have loved and lost, eh?"

Bobby laughed and patted his back, getting up to leave.

Right. Now, this wasn't a figment of his imagination was it? Jess wasn't staring at him was she? No...no, she can't have been. Although she was looking in his direction and every time he looked back she smiled and turned away blushing. Several hours down the line when everyone was drunker than guys at a bachelor party, Crowley managed to walk himself upstairs in a straight enough line to take a leak before he left. It was better he did that now than having to do it into some shrubs on the way home. However when he got to the top of the stairs he was met by none other than Jess leaving her room, tears falling down her face.

"Jess?" He asked, immediately thinking this was a bad idea, but he couldn't just walk past her and leave her to cry, "What's wrong?"

"Charlie's gone..." the girl sobbed, clearly tipsy by the way she swayed on the spot, "My best friend who I've known my whole life is gone..."

Charlie? Oh, she must've been the girl from downstairs.

"You'll see her in a couple of years, Jess. It'll fly by." Crowley told her, trying to comfort the distraught young woman.

"Thanks." She said, leaning up and kissing his lips suddenly, "Thanks for making me smile."

Crowley watched her, completely stunned as she turned to walk away, stopping and looking at him as he stared at her. They shared a look, signals flying left, right and centre telling him that she wanted him and good God, his skin crawled. This was is friend's daughter, but that didn't stop the twenty year old pressing her lips to his again. This was sick...so sick, but he found he couldn't stop. He finally pushed her away and held her at arm's length.

"Jess...Jess, focus, darling..."

Oops.

Shouldn't have called her that.

"I'm focussed." She said, "Are you blind, Crowley?"

Crowley was taken back by that and he blinked in surprise for a moment.

"I've not been able to take my eyes off of you since I first saw you..." She told him, "You're so handsome, and you're charming...and that voice is just so...hot..."

"Jess, this isn't right..." Crowley told her, "You're almost thirty years younger than me, for God's sake."

"I don't care...I want you..."

Oh, God! Now she was staring into his eyes and he was finding it so hard to resist and look way, and she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his. They walked backwards into the bathroom and locked the door, Crowley lifting her up and pinning her to it. They just stared at each other for a moment, her legs around his waist as she leaned down and kissed him again, Crowley actually kissing her back. This was so disgusting and so wrong he was almost sick and he turned around, putting her down. He pushed her away and made her look at him.

"Listen...just sober up..." He said, "What we're doing...it's filthy...it's wrong, Jess..."

"What if I still feel things for you when I'm sober?" Jess asked, "What do I do?"

"You won't."

With that Crowley left her alone and drunk in a cold, empty bathroom in an emptying house.

Happy birthday, Jess.

-TBC-

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