Author's Note-Welcome to the first chapter of Broken Love. So this is a fic about my oc, Faedra. This basically popped up in my head and I've been writing about it ever since. I know that it starts in the middle of the story, but I'm planning on creating the before events in another story. I also know that some of these things are gonna seem really confusing, so I suggest reading the back story fics on my page. I'm always open to suggestions on how to make the story better, so review as much as you want. I hope you guys stay with me on this bumpy journey.

I don't own any of the characters except for Faedra and a few others that I will add in the future

Faedra was pacing the bunker's main room. She had her hands behind her back in a regal manner, but her face was scrunched up in a scowl. She growled softly as she muttered something about infuriating demons.

"Fae, you'll be fine. We've all seen how you two act around each other. Its like watching a married couple. Dean even keeps complaining about you two," Sam joked. He was sitting at the bunker table with several papers and books spread before him. He had been watching Faedra pace for several minutes now. Faedra snorted and continued to walk along the length of the bunker living room.

"There are multiple things to worry about, Sam. I am sure that you are aware of the fact that every time I share my emotions with someone, something bad happens. So, if I tell Crowley that I care for him, then who know? Maybe a second apocalypse will happen. Maybe the sky will fall. Maybe my enemies will see it as a sign of weakness and use it as an opportunity to attack. The possibilities are endless," Faedra ended with a huff.

"Jeez Fae. It's just Crowley," Sam muttered before looking back at his book. Faedra just sighed and sat down on the chair across from Sam. Neither of them felt the need to fill the silence that followed their conversation. Suddenly, the door opened to reveal a very annoyed Dean and a smug Crowley.

"All I'm saying Dean is that it's not my fault the bastard is dead," Crowley said with a smirk. "He just got in the way of my hellhound." He noticed Faedra, and winked. She narrowed her eyes slightly and smirked. From across the room, he shrugged, but Faedra shook her head and scowled at his behavior.

"Hey Dean, do you wanna go out and have a beer? I think it's about time for dinner, don't you think?" Sam asked Dean nonchalantly. He closed his book and put all his research into one of the Men of Letter's boxes.

"Yeah, sure. Fae you wanna co-"

"Actually Fae can't come," Sam said quickly, "she still needs to finish translating her book. Right Fae?" Sam said while looking at Faedra. Faedra glanced at Sam and raised an eyebrow at his pathetic excuse for her not joining them.

"Oh yeah, definitely. Gotta keep up with the translations," she sassed. Sam glared at her and kicked the leg of her chair slightly.

"Okay then. Lets go, Dean." Sam grabbed his jacket and began to walk out the door. Dean looked at Sam suspiciously before looking at Crowley.

"Do not kill anyone while I'm gone. Got it?" Dean hissed at Crowley.

"Wouldn't dream of it, squirrel. Bye moose." Crowley smiled innocently, and waved at the two brothers. Once the door closed, he turned to Faedra. "So we have the whole house to ourselves. I could list a few things we could do instead of translations." He wagged his eyebrows suggestively. Faedra rolled her eyes and got up. She jutted out her chin a little and clasped her hands behind her back once more.

Crowley frowned at her lack of responses. She would have definitely responded with a sarcastic comment by now. "Love, what's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" he suggested. Faedra snorted slightly.

"I need to tell you something, Crow," she informed him. She leaned against a chair and looked at him. Crowley's brows furrowed slightly as he crossed his arms and leaned against one of the tables.

"You can tell me anything, love. I thought we established that already," Faedra turned her head and looked at the bookshelf. She took a deep breath and smiled slightly.

"Yes, well, I guess you have proven that you can be slightly trusted- on occasion at least," she added with a small smirk. "You know that I have lived long life. I mean, I have seen empires fall and be rebuilt. I have seen things that most people in this realm wouldn't believe to be true. Elves, fairies, goblins, monsters, and basically everything that you could and can't imagine. I mean I am the Queen of the Realms. Well- former queen, but still," Faedra stopped for a moment as she realized she was rambling slightly. She squared her shoulders and kept her feet apart as she stared at him head on. There was a look of determination in her eyes as she spoke.

"In my time on Earth, I have stayed as distant as possible from humans. I've only interacted with them on occasion and even then I kept myself away. I fought their wars and tended their wounded but formed no further bond. However, it seems that two brothers have changed that. They took me away from my solitude and forced me back into a world that I strived so hard to get away from," She sighed deeply and pursed her lips for a moment. "And it appears that my heart wanted some more torment,"

"What do you mean?" Crowley finally asked. An odd look came upon his face. Faedra thought for a moment as she watched his reaction.

"What I mean," she began slowly. "Is that for some reason, demon, I seemed to have grown very...fond of you. For some reason it seems that I have become rather attached to you, and I wanted to know if you feel the same."

Crowley just looked at her, a shocked look on his face. He said nothing for several minutes. Faedra's slightly smiling lips fell and turned into a scowl.

"What, nothing you want to add?" Faedra asked in a frustrated tone.

"Oh love, I don't really understand..." He trailed off and looked at her with pity. Faedra narrowed her eyes slightly.

"What? It's not a very hard thing to understand," Faedra became a little more defensive as she spoke.

"I don't share the same emotions as you do," Crowley said bluntly. He looked down, obviously trying to avoid her gaze. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and tried to think of something to say. Faedra just stared at him blankly as she tilted her head to the side slightly. She stared at him for a second longer before shrugging. Crowley raised a single eyebrow.

"What, not a single 'But I thought you would feel the same?' or a 'But I truly love you!'" he said in a slightly mocking tone. It was Faedra's turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Oh, so you want me to be heartbroken? You want a reaction?" Faedra questioned. She raised her chin slightly and glowered at him. He shrugged slightly and pushed himself off the table.

"Well, a bit of dramatics would do nicely," he told her. Faedra clenched her jaw slightly and dug her nails into her skin until she felt warm blood come from the palms of her hands. The sharp pain in her hands distracted her from the feeling of complete anger that bubbled within her.

"Well, I'm sorry for the lack of entertainment," she snapped at him. She turned around swiftly and went to the bunker door.

"Where are you going?" Crowley asked impatiently.

"To give the king the proper reaction that he wanted," she shot back. She shut the door and walked towards her motor bike. She looked at her hands and watched as the nail marks began to heal. Anger and resentment filled her as she got on the motorbike. She would show him a proper reaction to his heartless behavior. A reaction that he truly deserved.

As she drove, she realized she wouldn't be coming back to the bunker for a while. She was too annoyed to come back and she already knew the questions that the brothers would pester her with.

She drove past the diner that Sam and Dean were in and drove to the nearest exist that led to the highway. Just because she was leaving the hunters didn't mean that she couldn't hunt. No, she would be hunting all right, and the demons were on the top of her list. When you can't kill the king, you might as well kill the subjects in his place.