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! Hope you enjoy this one! More angel torture in this chapter!

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Of Fangirls, Madness and Romance

Chapter Three

"What happened?" Dean asked as Crowley and Gabriel stepped into the house, "Why the hell is Amelia in tears upstairs?"

His anger was directed firstly at Crowley, but he had an inkling that it also had something to do with Gabriel. The look on Crowley's face as he shot a glance at Gabriel also led Dean to believe it had something to do with the Trickster-turned-Archangel.

"Ask him." Crowley said, pointing a thumb at Gabriel before heading up the stairs of Chuck's home to Amelia's room.

He heard her crying inside while Emily hushed her gently, and he wanted to knock on the door but Emily's words stopped him. He hadn't wanted his and Amelia's night to end like this! He'd wanted to take her out for a nice meal, to walk her home, kiss her goodnight and let her go to bed before deciding whether they should go on another date or not, yet Gabriel had gone and fucked all of that up with a few careless words.

"Shhh," She whispered, "Never mind. I'm sure he'll take you out again when that asshole isn't running around. You forgot your rose, honey."

Crowley looked down at the rose in his hand and sighed, knocking on the door gently.

"If your name begins with G and ends in L, fuck off!" Emily yelled, Crowley opening the door and stepping into the room where Amelia sat in tears.

"Amelia?" He said softly, the young woman looking up at him before turning her head away as though ashamed, "I'm sorry things got spoiled. I'll take you out tomorrow, okay? We'll go out somewhere away from that stupid wanker downstairs, and we'll have a better time than tonight."

Amelia nodded and hugged him as he sat beside her, the demon feeling a little awkward before patting her back lightly, then rubbing it as he handed her the rose she'd left.

"You want some water for it?" He asked, Emily rubbing her back tenderly.

"I'll get it." She said softly, leaving Amelia and Crowley alone while she went to get a small vase.

"Darling, I do sometimes do more than kissing a person to seal a deal, but its meaningless. It's just part of the job." Crowley said softly, smirking for a moment, "I'm kinda like a prostitute I guess...Souls are my wage."

Amelia chuckled and wiped her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Trust me to be dating a whore." She said quietly, Crowley laughing and suddenly kissing her forehead.

"You should smile more." He said, "Looks good on you."

Emily watched from the door and grinned to herself, glad that things were sorted out between Amelia and Crowley for now.

"Is she okay?"

Emily couldn't believe the cheek of Gabriel to even ask that. He'd ruined someone else's evening because he wanted some amusement. It was wrong and she couldn't believe he would do something like that. Chuck had described him so differently in his books, yet everything she'd read seemed to be nothing but a façade.

"Of course not." She snapped, "You ruined their date. How could you?"

"I didn't mean to ruin it. I just wanted to..."

He was met with a hard slap across the face and then Emily started slapping at his chest before she began to cry herself, and Gabriel didn't understand why until she looked up at him with those beautiful golden brown eyes that told him everything. He'd ruined their date too. His and Emily's, and she'd been really looking forward to it.

"Em..."

Emily hurried to get the vase for Amelia's rose and brought it back upstairs, handing it to Gabriel to take into the room before she headed away herself. She headed into the living room, bumping into Sam who apologised, and then gasped at the state of her.

"Hey, what's happened?" He asked, taking her hand and leading her to sit on Chuck's less than clean couch.

"Gabriel didn't just spoil Amelia and Crowley's night, and thank God they're on good terms..." Emily sniffled, "But he ruined our date too."

"Oh, sweetie..." Sam whispered, hugging Emily slightly and patting her back a little awkwardly as she cried quietly into his shoulder, "Things will be fine."

He soothed Emily downstairs, while upstairs Gabriel braced himself for trying to make things up to Amelia. He heard soft talking and giggling from her inside the room and he knocked on the door, the two looking up and expecting Emily to walk in only to see Gabriel with the vase in his hand, and Crowley's immediate reaction was to pull Amelia a bit closer to him almost protectively, but Gabriel raised a hand in surrender and placed the rose in the vase, putting the vase on the bedside table.

"Guys...I..." He bowed his head as the two of them glared at him, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wreck your night and I managed to wreck mine and Emily's night too."

He went and knelt in front of Amelia who looked away from him, while Crowley fought the urge to punch the Archangel in the face.

"Amelia, I didn't mean to, I was just gonna go and say hi to you guys...but it got out of hand." Gabriel whispered, "I'm so sorry."

Amelia just hugged him.


The next morning, Chuck had ordered Zachariah and Raphael down to earth in order for the others to throw pies at them. Amelia just wasn't in the mood, and while the others were entertained by the activity, Crowley slipped away quietly to go and see her. She sat in her room reading one of Chuck's novels and with a sad sigh she put her book down, looking up at the door as someone knocked on it gently.

"Come in." She said quietly, the door opening to reveal Crowley who slipped inside and closed it behind him.

"How are you?" He asked, moving closer to the bed as she sat up and moved to the edge.

"Better, thank you." She replied, "How are you?"

"I'm fine, thanks." He said softly, "Do you want to go out later? After lunch maybe?"

"Sure." Amelia smiled, her long, black gypsy skirt floating as she gently swung her legs, "That'd be great. Where are we going?"

"I thought maybe a walk in the nearby park would be nice." Crowley said softly, "I can take you anywhere in the world if you want."

"Would you surprise me?" She asked with a playful smile, watching the demon nod softly in response.

"Of course." He said with a wink, "You coming down to throw a pie at Raphael and Zachariah?"

He held out his hand and Amelia took it, finding a kiss being placed on her cheek.

"I'd love to."

The two headed downstairs to see Gabriel teaching Emily how to use the slingshot he'd especially designed for this game and as they stood, his hand was over hers as he showed her how to aim and fire. She hit Raphael right in the face, and to celebrate she kissed Gabriel on the cheek and hugged him.

The Archangel cracked a grin at Crowley who gave him a thumbs up, hiding it when Amelia turned to look at him.

Maybe this whole dating-slash-relationship thing wasn't so bad after all.

-TBC-


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