Summary: When two fangirls happen upon Gabriel and Crowley, the angel and demon find themselves in a mad mess of love they can't get out of. Then again, do they really want to? Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Amelia Rivers. Emily Dane belongs to SniperKingSogeking0341.
A/N: Thanks for the support with the last chapter! There's a bit of hurt in this chapter, but the humour and madness will return soon!
Hope you enjoy!
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Of Fangirls, Madness and Romance
Chapter Two
"Emily?"
Emily spun around as Gabriel approached her, and he took a deep breath before he blurted out what he had found her for.
"Wanna go out tonight?"
Emily giggled and nodded, watching as Gabriel blushed and chuckled.
"Good. Eight?"
"Yeah, that'll be great." Emily laughed, "Thanks."
Gabriel grinned and walked away, Emily rushing to tell Amelia. It seemed that things were looking up for the two girls, and both hoped their nights out would result in more than expected.
Oh, how right they were.
"Will I do?" Amelia asked, stepping out of the bathroom to reveal herself in a dark blue dress with short ruffled sleeves and a long flowing skirt.
"You look stunning." Emily replied, "Hurry up, he'll be waiting for you."
Amelia took a deep breath and headed out of the guest room, walking down the stairs slowly to see Crowley standing there with his trademark smile and he looked her up and down, nodding and grinning even more.
"You look gorgeous." He said softly, earning a sweet blush from her as she approached him while he took her hand and kissed it tenderly.
"Thank you." Amelia replied softly, "You look handsome."
Crowley winked and smirked, the look in his eyes sending shivers down Amelia's spine. He really was so damn handsome, and that accent he had was just so...so...wonderful. She loved his voice. It was smooth and deep, and she'd found herself getting lost in it whenever he spoke to her. That and his eyes. God, she loved his eyes.
"Where are you taking me?" She asked, watching the demon as he winked again and tapped his nose.
"It's a secret, darling." He said, earning a sweet smile from the young woman who chuckled and blushed again.
It didn't take much to make her blush, he realised and he found that quite attractive on her. She was an incredibly attractive woman. Sexy, beautiful, and she had the ideal figure that he liked on a woman. He didn't like them stick thin or incredibly chunky, but he loved a girl with gorgeous hips, long legs, and a bit of meat on her. He liked having something to hold onto, which is why if a deal had gone further than intended, he didn't tend to put his arm around the woman he'd been with after if they were stick thin. He'd once been with a girl who was a size two and good God, she was so bony it made him feel sick.
But Amelia had a beautiful figure. She was gorgeous in a lot of ways physically, and now he was going to get to know her emotional side and her personality. He hoped her personality was as beautiful as her face. He actually genuinely liked her a lot, and he really did want to take her out to give her a good night. He might be lucky and get into bed with her too on that night but she didn't seem the type to sleep with someone on a first...date...Oh, dear God! This was a date! He'd not even bought her any flowers! He growled inwardly and decided to mojo some up at the end of the night.
The two walked into the evening air together, linking arms and talking about themselves and asking questions about each other. Amelia had one questions she'd been dying to ask him, and she desperately wanted to, but whenever she asked him something she felt like a big...well...a big fangirl. That was what she was, really. That was all she was. Damn, that made her feel sadder than she thought it would.
"Do you really have a hellhound?" She asked him, watching as a grin spread across his face.
"Yes, I do." He said, "I have six. My biggest is called Damien, the second biggest is a girl, and she's called Venus, and then there are my newest puppies."
"What are they all called?" Amelia asked, seeing the blush sweep across Crowley's face.
"The oldest is Bobbie." He replied, "She's a girl."
"Awww! Did you name her after Bobby?" Amelia asked, watching the demon nod bashfully, "That's incredibly sweet!"
"The next oldest is Mars." Crowley continued, "He likes to make the place look like a war zone, so it seemed pretty appropriate. Then there's Lottie, who's an absolute failure to hellhounds. Far too placid, but I love her all the same so of course I kept her. She'll learn."
Amelia couldn't keep her grin from almost splitting her face in two. She had three more puppies to hear about and she hoped to meet all of his hounds without getting ripped to shreds.
"Then there's Tiger, who thinks he's as brave as his daddy, Damien, but he gets put back in his place by Venus." Crowley said quietly, "There's Aphrodite, who's the most beautiful of the pups, and then, the baby of the pack who is by far the cutest is called Rex. He's very playful, very mischievous and incredibly loyal. I can't fault him."
The laughter that came from Amelia stunned him a little and he wondered what was making her laugh.
"They all sound so beautiful!" She said, "Do you have to look after them all the time?"
"I'm their master, so they follow my orders." Crowley replied, "But Damien and Venus are in charge of the puppies, so they care for them in my absence."
"Which one do you have the closest connection to?" Amelia asked, a lazy grin crossing Crowley's lips.
"Damien. Damien's my oldest and most loyal." He replied, "But I'm really close to Bobbie too."
"That's sweet." Amelia giggled, "Really sweet."
"You like that word, don't you." Crowley said, watching her giggle beside him again.
"Dude, check it out!" Gabriel began, poking Emily until she looked in the same direction he was looking.
They saw Crowley and Amelia sitting at a table with a candle in the middle, and Amelia had a rose beside her plate which the demon had probably produced for her given it's unusual shade of dark blue.
"Oh, Gabe, we can't ruin their date!" Emily protested, "Look at them, they're in a moment."
Crowley was even holding Amelia's hand, and the young woman looked totally freaking besotted. It just wasn't fair to break them apart and ruin their evening, but Emily was too late to stop anything as Gabriel flitted over to begin his torment.
"Hey, fancy seeing you guys here." He said, Emily taking the embarrassed look that Amelia had while Crowley just looked pissed.
"Gabriel, can't you just bugger off and annoy someone else for the night?" Crowley asked, "We're in the middle of talking."
"What about, which gender you prefer?" Gabriel asked, Crowley looking to Amelia who'd let go of his hand and was no looking at her hands which rested in her lap, "I'm sorry to break it to you, Amelia, but you probably won't get Crowley to yourself since he kisses me and women, and more-than-kisses men and women as his job."
"Gabriel!" Emily scolded, "Come on we're leaving now."
Amelia, who was bright red with embarrassment, stood and grabbed her purse before walking out, Crowley calling after her before Emily headed out after her.
"Great job, Gabe! You jerk!" She yelled, turning and chasing after her friend.
"Overreaction much!" Gabriel huffed, earning the scariest glare from Crowley he'd ever received.
"You overreacted." The demon snapped, "You waltz in here, interrupt the meal we were having which was going brilliantly, and then because I ask you to leave in a manner which I admit was less than polite, you fly off the handle and upset Amelia. What's wrong with you?"
Crowley threw some money on the table and grabbed his coat, then the rose that Amelia had left behind. He walked out, Gabriel following him as the two looked around for Emily and Amelia.
There was no sign of them anywhere.
-TBC-
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