SPOILERS! For season 7 and maybe season 8? You've been warned! From the first paragraph it goes.

A lot of crying and hugging (not involving Crowley, that is), and erm... Everything else is in the chapter. Same warnings as usual, language and attempted killing.

Alright enjoy! R&R? :D x

One Season and a Half Later
Six Years Left

Skipping the whole Leviathans chapter, those three years had been somewhat Crowley-free. As his voicemail would say, he was "too busy inflicting pain" to hang around and bother me. And it was more than welcome because I'd lost the only father figure I'd ever truly loved. Bobby got killed by Dick Roman over a year ago and it killed us all in a way, especially Dean, seeing as he was carrying the flask that let Bobby roam among the living for some time until he turned vengeful and we had to act.

Then there were the tablets. The Leviathan tablet came in useful when we wanted to wipe the species from Earth, then Crowley went to look for the Demon tablet and after Kevin Tran, only person who could read the tablets his being a prophet. For a whole year after Dean had killed Dick everything calmed down, although I didn't know where he was —or Sam and Kevin, for that matter. I'd been back at Jody's all while trying to get a hold of either of the three, up until I got a call from Dean and went to the cabin we'd shared when those Leviathan bastards had burned down Bobby's house.

There, I learned that Dean had gone to Purgatory, Sam lived with a girlfriend and a dog, and Kevin went AWOL ever since Dick got destroyed.

*•*•*•*•*•*

Months later, we came across the Men of Letters' bunker in Kansas. It was then that I learned that the whole situation was too dangerous for me to be affiliated with Sophia. She'd be put in danger if any enemies knew she was my sister, Crowley didn't wait to prove that. I pondered over the idea I'd had for days, often staying in the bunker to make research on the brothers' cases and having alone time to weigh the pros and the cons of it.

It was one rainy night when I decided to do it, for better for worse. I grabbed some ingredients from the Men of Letters' storage, my keys, and I drove out of state leaving a word for Kevin to find when he woke up saying I'd gone to visit my sister.

When I arrived in the outskirts of Jefferson City, Missouri, I looked for a crossroad and buried the box of the junk that summoned crossroads demons and I waited, unarmed and with no Devil's traps anywhere. I was waiting, leaning against my car, for ten minutes until a tall, lanky man in a black suit appeared, looking satisfied with himself and excited all at once.

I eyed him up and down, stood straight up and said, "I need Crowley."

"That's your deal?" He asked, his voice breaking mid-sentence.

"He already holds my contract, I wish to add a clause in it," I claimed, unable to hide my deception.

"The King is indisposed," he announced haughtily.

I sighed and grabbed my shotgun as I shot him with salt, making him disappear. Time for plan B, I was going to summon him personally. I did the spell and waited again, except I was sitting on the backseat, cross-legged. Five minutes, then ten… Twenty minutes, forty-five minutes… I was growing infuriated. I started pacing in front of the car, under the misty rain, unable to contain myself. It had taken me weeks of hesitation to get to this moment and he had the nerve to be late.

It was nearing two hours' wait when I finally decided to go back to the bunker, deeming this a sign from God that I shouldn't have come. I started my car, blasting Paint It Black by The Rolling Stones when—

"It's quite rude to call someone and leave when they're here, you know?" Uttered the voice that I loathed the most at that moment, sitting shotgun.

I felt so enraged at that moment that I stuck my pocket knife square in his chest and I got out of the car, breathing heavily.

"I waited for two hours you detestable, infuriating, slimy little bastard!" I thundered wrenching the car door open to reveal him pulling out my knife.

"This shirt was new," he complained completely unphased by how furious I was.

"And this is getting old, who do you think you are?!" I snapped, a little out of my mind from sleep deprivation.

He raised an eyebrow at me and inquired, "Do you really want me to answer that?"

"It's all your fault!" I roared, pacing in front of the open passenger door.

"And exactly what is my fault?" Crowley asked, stepping out of my car, still as calm as the soft rain which wet my hair progressively as I paced beneath it.

I looked at him, calming down as I let myself be drenched in rain and I tried to breathe normally as I spoke, "I'd like to add a clause in my contract."

"There you go, now was that so hard?" He asked, tilting his head toward me.

I bit my tongue in order not to insult him and counted to five in my mind before saying, "Please, Crowley. Can't you be serious once in a while?"

He surveyed me, dismayed, before uttering, "What clause?"

I took a deep breath, "I want her to forget about me, to think that Jody raised her as a Godmother."

He frowned at me, "That it?"

I glanced at him, "What'd you mean?"

"You're upset just because she's going to forget about you? Knowing who you hang around with, it should do more than please you," he remarked.

"I want them undetectable by both angels and demons," I added, with what little confidence I had left.

"One person only, Poppet," he muttered.

"Add Jody and you get a year off. Instead of collecting my soul in six years, you'll get it in five," I bid, vulnerably.

He blinked at me in surprise, "You're pretty serious about this, aren't you?"

I gave him a squalid glare, "The absence of humanity in you makes you even more despicable than if you were human."

"You hurt me, Poppet," he mused with a hand where I had stabbed him.

"Crowley, for God's sakes!" I bellowed as the song changed to Back In Black by AC/DC.

"Dean really has influenced your taste in music," Crowley commented.

"He's influenced my ability to smite demons as well so please focus on the matter at hand," I pleaded, jaded.

"Fine, state your terms clearly," he ordered, seemingly apathetic.

I cleared my throat and then it dawned on me that I'd never see her again, that I'd never get the chance to say goodbye. And so what was supposed to be determined terms changed into a small voice, requesting, "I'd like to visit them one last time."

Crowley was taken aback by the weakness in my voice, he turned to me and raised his eyebrows slightly before grabbing my hand and snapping his fingers. We were in front of Jody's house, it was about 10:30p.m. and Sophia must've been put straight to bed.

I turned to Crowley who was looking at the house, "I'll wait here."

I glanced at him and pondered over whether to thank him or not, but I just said, "Okay." before going to ring the doorbell.

Jody opened the door, holding a sandwich, "Hey Lane! It's a bit late, is everything okay?"

"Uh yeah, everything's fine I just… I wanted to come and visit Sophia. It's been weeks…"

"Of course, come on in," she said widening the door opening.

"Thanks," I murmured going straight to my sister's room.

I went in and saw her on her phone, probably online. She had her bookshelf full and in no fit state to accommodate someone looking for reading material, although her Holy Coran was on her bedside table.

I smiled inwardly at that and greeted her, "Hey Sophia."

She turned and saw me, it wasn't two seconds before she'd jumped out of bed and came to hug me with both arms and legs, "You've been away for months! Why? What're you fighting this time?"

I laughed lightly at her excitement and sat us down on her bed, "Sweetie, I need to tell you something important."

She lost almost all excitement as she sat next to me, her back straight, "What's going on?"

"I uh… I came to say goodbye, for good," I muttered, irrationally hoping she hadn't heard me and we could leave it at that.

"Why? You're in danger? Don't tell me you sold your soul!" She exclaimed, horrified.

I opened my mouth and no sound came out, "The situation is too dangerous for both angels and demons to know that you're my sister, I need to keep you protected and shielded from them."

She had tears in her eyes, I should've seen it coming but somehow it still depressed me, "Sweetheart, it kills me to have to do this. It really does, but I must do what's best for you. I promised mom I'd keep you safe when you were born, I promised her you'd live somewhere better than Algeria and with people who love you. Jody loves you, I made her your Godmother when I saw that you two got along.

"And if someday you feel like you can't carry on, just read the Coran. If you feel like you don't have anything to live for, read Supernatural. If you want to remember me, read Harry Potter. Listen to Hey Jude, and you'll feel better—"

"I don't want that bullshit, I want you!" She sobbed, pulling me into a hug.

"You're twelve years old, you need that before and when you grow up," I replied, hugging her back and caressing her raven hair…

"I want to grow up with you, you're my mom." She protested against my chest, between sobs.

I cried silently and kissed the top of her head, "I love you to heaven and back, Sophia."

"I love you Lane, don't leave me," she wept again and again, tearing through my heart each time she did. I was ashamed of myself for making her endure this, but I needed closure.

"You can talk to Yamanda, she—"

"She hates me!" She protested, outraged.

"No she doesn't, she just couldn't come with us here," I defended our older sister quite poorly, mostly because I could think of hardly anything else to soothe Sophia.

"She has her own kids, she doesn't need me," she said stubbornly.

I embraced her again, tight, and kissed the top of her head, "With time, you'll see more clearly…"

"Stay with me until I fall asleep," she whispered weakly.

I agreed, and lied down with her. For nearly an hour, we spoke of everything and anything. I gave her all the advice I could, about boys, books, writing, religion, marriage, her behavior toward people with different beliefs or practices than hers… I gave her the talk of a lifetime in one sleepy and tearful hour.

Until finally she fell asleep and I stood up, sore from everything that had happened. I went to her desk and wrote a letter to Jody, and one for Sophia when she turned eighteen.

I left Sophia's room as noiselessly as I could and I found Jody in the living-room, watching TV.

She immediately noticed that I'd cried, "What happened? Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I replied barely concealing my shaky voice from her, "it's just that I just said goodbye to her. I'm never seeing either of you again, it's too dangerous. I'm going to make you two undetectable to both demons and angels, that way you'll be safe from the supernatural."

Jody was speechless, "I uh… She's your sister, Lane."

I bit my lip worriedly, "Is this too much to ask? I'm so sorry, I didn't think about—"

"No, silly. Can you bear not to see her anymore?" She asked me.

I nodded, "I can be a heartless bitch when I want to. Plus, she'll be safe here with you. You're her Godmother, aren't you?"

Jody nodded and opened her arms, "If you say so, come here."

I went into her arms and hugged her as well. This was hugging night, apparently. I gave her the letters, told her to open hers when I was gone only and I got out, finding Crowley waiting for me.

"Sorry it took so long, I—"

He raised a hand, "No need. I had time to think over what I want in exchange."

"I told you you'd get my soul a year earlier," I protested.

"Not enough," he said simply.

"Let's go back to my car to discuss this," I demanded and he complied.

"I want your soul to be mine," he announced as soon as we were back in Missouri. It was humid rather than rainy, and the air was thick.

I choked on air when he said it, "Yours as in…?"

"As in mine, you obey me and are at my disposal," he explained, making my heart sink slightly. At least I wouldn't be tortured in hell… Would I?

I frowned, "Will I go to hell?"

He smirked, "If I tell you to, yeah."

I shuddered, "How long will I be yours?"

"Forever. You never age, I'm being a Saint right here," he added in a self-satisfied tone.

"I guess it's better than eternal damnation…" I conceded, "And when does it start?"

"A year from now," he announced, making him glance at him in shock.

"Two years," I pleaded in a whisper.

"One and a half," he decided, informing me that he wouldn't go any further. "Now state your terms."

"I'm dead to them," I said, "no demons and no angels can get to them. Sophia always remembers everything I told her tonight."

"That all?" He asked boredly.

"Too much?" I asked, worried.

He snapped his fingers, "Done. Time to seal the… Renegotiation?"

I gulped hard and nodded. He approached me, just like last time, except that he was the one to start the kiss this time. He ran a hand through my hair and pressed his lips against mine, making them caress each other. He slid his tongue inside my mouth and I put a hand on the back of his neck. He snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. I thought I was hallucinating when I felt him bite my lower lip. I broke off the kiss and engaged in it again, my breathing haggard against his peaceful one. We made out for about three minutes when I felt his hand go down my butt.

I broke off, "I think it's sealed now."

"Just when I was starting to really enjoy myself," he complained, looking more than pleased with himself.

"See you in a year and a half," I muttered going back to my car.

"Maybe earlier," he spoke before disappearing for good.

"It's always earlier," I muttered to myself as I put the music at full volume to drown out my incessant sobs. I was going to let it all out at once, I let everything out of me until I felt sore. And I did it some more until I had no tears left in me, nothing to cry about anymore, nothing that could make me weak or vulnerable.

The bitch was back.