A/N: Sorry for the delay! I meant to update sooner, but I got a bit distracted. Those of you who want the story for the M rating, this chapter is leading up to it. Unfortunately for you, it's not in this chapter. But keep reading and I assure you, you'll find what you came for! Thanks for reading and please review!

Chapter Two

Crowley was pacing through the cramped motel room and feeling a bit stir crazy. He'd been sitting there all day simply drinking scotch and watching basic cable television. He'd been trying to distract himself from the realizations he had earlier in the day, but once again his mind was starting to venture into the parts of his brain he wasn't exactly in the mood to explore. He decided to wash up and walk to a seedy bar that crossed his path on the way to the motel the night before.

The bar wasn't as run down as he originally thought. The air was thick with smoke but the overall appearance wasn't particularly distasteful. There was bluegrass music playing through the speakers of the jukebox that didn't hit his ears very sweetly, but he had no trouble tuning it out. He made his way past the round tables to the bar at the back of the room. He took a seat on a leather stool to the left end of the bar making sure to distance himself from the others at the opposite side.

"What can I get for you tonight, handsome?" the bartender questioned. She was an attractive woman to say the least. Her chestnut hair flowed to her mid-back and she had bangs that slightly hung down in her emerald green eyes. She leaned forward onto the bar and rested her chin on the palms of her hands. Her tan skin glowed in the dim lighting as she flashed Crowley a half smile between glistening, full lips. As he took in her appearance, his stomach churned and her smile made him a bit clammy and his collar suddenly seemed a bit too tight. That was something Crowley didn't normally experience in the presence of a typical human woman and he couldn't help but wonder why she was any different from the other acquaintances he'd made. This is something Crowley had never felt before, and that's when he realized that he never had felt before, well anything besides rage and arousal and perhaps a tinge of satisfaction occasionally. He felt the need to impress her and it was slightly overwhelming to him. Regardless, he tried his best to be charming to the rosy cheeked girl and fight down the urge to mindlessly babble.

"Scotch on the rocks," his eyes narrowed a tad before he continued, "and that'll be all, darling, thank you." She poured his drink and sat it on napkin in front of him. She sauntered to the opposite end of the bar to cater to the other customers. Crowley licked his lips before bringing the glass to his mouth. The scotch wasn't aged nearly as long as his usual, but had a better palate by far than the muck Singer called whiskey. He glanced around the room while he sipped on his drink.

After a few minutes, the drink was gone and he was lazily tracing his middle finger around the edge of the empty glass. Crowley was questioning his new found emotions towards the bartender when he noticed she was once again heading his way. She was wearing a black v-neck t-shirt that complimented her form and dark denim jeans that did the same. He sighed as he watched her move. She then grinned at him causing little dimples to appear in the middle of her cheeks.

She filled his glass as she spoke, "So what's your name?"

He smirked and then said, "Crowley, sweetheart." He picked up the glass from the bar and took a long drink. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow and she smiled back at him. "What? Do I not get the pleasure of learning your name?" he said through a grin as he began to lightly chuckle.

"Oh, I apologize. I don't remember hearing anyone ask." She teased. "I'm Eleanor. Such a delight to meet you, Crowley." She then retrieved another glass from behind the counter and sat it next to his. She grabbed a bottle of vodka and filled the glass half-way. She raised the glass and flashed a half smile before downing the liquid and filled it once again. She brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear and lightly bit her lip. Crowley narrowed his eyes and parted his lips before taking another drink of scotch.

"The pleasure is all mine, love." Crowley said in a voice a little more gravely than usual. He loosened his gray paisley tie and undid the top button on his shirt. They exchanged a few words and smirks before Crowley said, "I ought to be going though. Hopefully I'll see you soon, Eleanor." He grabbed her hand and traced a circle on the back of it before he brought her hand to his mouth and left a light kiss. He flashed a crooked smile as he got out of his seat and began to walk towards the door. He turned to look at her once again before he left.

He listened to his shoes as they hit the concrete and he made his way back to the motel. His head was quite blank at the moment and for once he felt a bit at ease. It was sometimes nice to not have obligations or worries. He took his hands from his pockets and rubbed them together as he exhaled a visible breath into the cold night air. He smirked as he thought of his encounter with Eleanor. She was such a gorgeous girl and she seemed to be a bit interested in him. He knew he picked a fine vessel in the mechanics of at all. It was able to withstand his power and did a surprisingly well job with women as well, although that wasn't originally his intent he didn't mind it. He had a bit of an urge to go back to the bar after close and ravish her right there, but he honestly didn't believe he had the nerve to do things like that anymore. His thoughts were disrupted by an overwhelming feeling that he was being watched. He turned down an alley and heard footsteps behind him. He hoped it wasn't the bloody Winchesters or some unfriendly demons. He mentally prepared for a physical confrontation and spoke before he turned "Ah, I see that you've found me."

"Well it wasn't really that hard, I mean I do have your room key." Crowley chuckled as he recognized Eleanor's voice and then turned to face her. He stuck out his hand to gesture for his key even though he didn't really need it; walls weren't really a barrier for him. She placed the key in his hand and stepped closer. Crowley didn't move except to narrow his eyes at the woman in front of him. He stuck the key in the pocket of his coat and Eleanor inched even closer to him. So close that Crowley felt a bit awkward for a moment but was then interrupted by Eleanor placing her hands on his neck, pulling his face to hers, and aggressively locking her lips to his.