Do you ever have that story, that you love so completely but try as you might, planning it is a pain in the ass. This is my story. I love it but goddammit, you have no idea how hard it is to plan each chapter.

But I manage to get this one written, so here we go! Hope you enjoy it! :D

Chapter IV.

'This hole, it is not as random as we thought. Someone is controlling it.' Cas declares the minute he and Cassie appear in the room, and they both look around themselves, and notice two people missing.

'Where is Dean?'

'And Deanna?'

Sam and Samantha share a look before they look pointedly out the window, where Dean and Deanna are sat, shoulders pressed together, their books lying on the grass completely forgotten.

As if sensing someone's gazes on them, both Dean and Deanna fall silent and turn to see the two Angels staring at them from the window.

'I think they want to tell us something.' Deanna mutters as she pulls herself from the ground, empty bottle in her hand. She reaches down and picks the book up before turning to Dean and extending her hand. He looks at it for a moment, as if judging it, and she chuckles, 'I don't bite, you idiot. Mind you, seeing as you're me, you're probably into that.'

'Shut up.' He quips as he grabs ahold of her hand and allows her to help him up. He picks up his book as well before they head back to the house.

'What were you two doing?' Sammy questions the minute they make their way into the library, and Deanna just rolls her eyes and she throws the empty bottle of beer into the trashcan.

'Bonding.' She replies as she places her book on the table and then grabs Dean's from his hands. 'Y'know, sharing thoughts and feelings; talking 'bout Hell. The usual stuff you do when you meet yourself as a dude.' She turns and fixes her green eyes on her sister. 'What the hell do you think, Sammy? We were talking the case!'

Deanna turns away from Samantha to look at Cassie.

'And I'm guessing that's the reason you've turned up, so, what is it?'

'This hole, it is not random. Someone is controlling it.' Cassie repeats and both Dean and Deanna frown.

'Who?' Dean questions.

'We're not sure. Whoever this is, they don't want to be found.' Cas answers as his blue eyes flicker between Dean and Deanna, a small frown on his face. 'And they're powerful.'

'I thought that, seeing as they can freaking bend dimensions!' Deanna retorts with just a smidgen of more venom than she intended. Her eyes find Cassie, and whilst it wasn't her Deanna snapped at, she still had a look on her face as if it was. And Deanna guesses, in some fucked up way that is their life, she technically did. 'I mean… yeah.'

'So, who could work that amount of magic?' Sam questions, saving Deanna from the tiny blush that was heating up her cheeks.

'Angels and some Demons.'

'Well, I guess all the Angels could've done it, seeing as they all hate us.' Samantha thinks aloud and Deanna scoffs.

'Same goes for the Demons. Everyone hates us, this isn't narrowing it down at all.' Deanna hisses before she turns away from Cassie's blue stare, but even then, she can still feel her stare burning holes in her back and she sighs. Deanna turns back and her green eyes clash with Cassie's blue ones.

Despite how painfully aware she is that their situation is completely fucked up, and even for them it's crazy, it's nice to see the familiar gaze; the one that grounds her.

She swallows hard, shaking her head minutely.

Don't think anything. Don't think anything. Don't think anything.

'So, do we have any leads? Any idea who's the most likely?'

It doesn't take them long before they're rattling off names, but every single one of them ends with them deciding against it. Either they're not powerful enough or just not angry enough. And just when they're ready to pull their hair out because they have no fucking idea who the hell would do such a thing, another voice interrupts their thoughts.

'I didn't even get a mention? I'm a little upset.' A deep yet feminine voices declares and they whip their heads around, Dean and Deanna going straight for their pistols but Deanna clenches her jaw and lowers her gun as soon as she sees who it is.

Dean continues to point his at the woman, taking in her black hair in a fancy bun, those bright red lips and the short, black dress that she wears.

Crowley smirks, those painted red lips pulling into a crooked smirk.

'Hello, girls.'

'Crowley? I should've known. This smells exactly like something you'd do.' Samantha says, moving forward to stand beside Deanna, a glare on her face as she stares at the Demon in front of them.

'Me? I'm not doing this.' Crowley declares. 'I'm just offended that you didn't even think of me. I mean, there was once a time when you were blaming me for everything! Now I don't even get mentioned?'

Deanna rolls her eyes before she pockets her gun again and turns away for a moment, before she turns back to Crowley with a shake of her head.

'So, if you're not doing this, why are you here? Something tells me you didn't just wander through it like the rest of us.'

'No, I came here to see you; to help you.' Crowley admits, and when she notices the dubious looks on everyone's faces, her smirk widens. She takes a step forward, her black heels clicking against the hard wooden floor. 'Funny old world, I know, but it's the truth.'

'Like I would believe a word that comes out of your mouth.' Deanna hisses, but before Crowley can respond, Dean finally seems to have enough and snaps.

'Wait a minute! This is Crowley? English, King of the Crossroads; King of Hell, Crowley?'

'Well, technically, I'm the Queen of Hell, but tomato, tomatoe.' She takes another couple of steps forward, veering away from Deanna and heading towards Dean. 'May I say, Deanna, you look stunning as you are, but positively breathtaking as a man.'

'Screw you.' Deanna retorts, reaching up to run a hand through her blonde hair.

'Oh honey, you know you would.'

Deanna grimaces. 'Ew, no I wouldn't.'

Crowley takes a step back from Dean, looking him up and down, drinking him in before she turns her head to Deanna and gives her a wink.

'Now, girls… and boys, I've got places to be, but trust me when I say I'll be back with news.'

Without another word, Crowley disappears.

Deanna blinks, 'Son of a bitch.'

'Seriously, that was your Crowley?' Dean questions and Deanna sends him a small nod. 'Wow. She's smoking.'

Deanna had turned away from Dean, turning her gaze back to Cassie to ask her if she could go after Crowley, but after that comment, she turns back and raises her eyebrow. She says nothing, just studies him with her green eyes that are like his own. He clears his throat and looks away from her, reaching up to scratch the back of his head.

'You sure this is me?' Deanna questions as she looks around herself, her eyes finding the familiar sights of Bobbie, Cassie and Sammy, before her eyes land on the not-so-familiar-but-familiar faces of Bobby and Sam. 'Crushing on a Demon? Isn't that supposed to be Sam's gig?' She retorts as her eyes find Dean again, who has a faint blush colouring his cheeks and Deanna can't help but grin.

'Shut up.' Dean says as Sam and Sammy exclaim, 'Oi!'

Deanna turns back to Cassie with a bigger grin on her face, 'Gonna go after her Cassie?'

Cassie nods, her blue eyes flickering over Deanna's body, almost as if measuring her, making sure everything was okay before she disappeared into thin air.

'I'll track down Crowley from our realm as well. Maybe he will know something too.' Cas declares before he too vanishes and when the room no longer contains any Angels, Deanna lets out a small sigh.

'Do you ever wonder why this shit always happens to us?' She questions but no one answers her. She hadn't expected anyone to answer, because she knows they don't have the answer. After all, if someone did have the answer, she was sure she'd do everything to avoid this kind of crazy. They idea of hunting Wendigos and Ghosts seems so far away; when there wasn't a damn Apocalypse looming over their head; running from Demons, Angels, Lucifer, Michael and every other stupid fucking thing that seems to just laser in on the Winchesters. Screw their stupid family curse.

A moment later, the faint fluttering sound alerts them to fact that Cas and Cassie were back, with two disgruntled looking Demons hanging off each arm.

'I did say I'd be back. Couldn't wait?' Crowley taunts and Deanna just rolls her eyes at her. Deanna's eyes then land on Cas, who's holding a man by the neck of his suit's jacket.

And this must be their Crowley. She thinks, and then she frowns slightly, because Jesus, this was going to get confusing.

He was short, but then again, so was her Crowley. And just like her Crowley, he had dark hair and was dressed in all black, even down to his crisp shirt and patterned tie.

Deanna's eyes flicker between her female Crowley and their male Crowley, and she has to admit, she can see the likeness.

Nothing else is said as Cas and Cassie drag them both over and with a small shove, let them go. Deanna raises her eyes to the ceiling and notices the Devil's Trap and she smirks. They were trapped.

'It was a rather pressing matter.' Dean declares as he makes a move until he's standing on the edge of the Trap and whilst his gaze is trained on his Crowley, his eyes keep flickering over to the female version every now and then.

'We want to go back, Crowley, tell us what you know now, or so help me God.' Samantha growls, moving from the sidelines and coming to stand beside Dean, who notices that she's still taller than him; even as a chick his brother still has two inches on him. There was something wrong about that. But then, their whole lives were wrong, so it shouldn't really bother him as much as it does.

'Amazing. You still look like a moose, Jolly Green.' Male Crowley quips and Sam clenches his jaw, but says nothing and makes no move to do anything. Maybe he's learnt his lesson not to rise to the Demon.

'Stow it, Crowley. Just tell us what you know.' Dean orders, and when Deanna notices the way her Crowley is looking she adds, 'Both of you. You're not getting out until both of you share information on this situation.'

Crowley stops examining her nails with a small sigh and walks over until she's standing in front of Deanna, well, as far as the Devil's Trap would allow anyway.

'It isn't us controlling it, Dee, I assure you of that. But we do know who is controlling it.'

'Or at least, we can find out for you.' Male Crowley jumps in, and for the first time since she had given him the once over, Deanna turns her eyes onto him. She looks him over again, finally getting a better look at him when he's not being manhandled by an Angel and she finds herself chuckling.

She feels everyone's eyes on her, but her eyes find Dean's straight away instead. He quirks a questioning eyebrow at her and she shrugs.

'You say my Crowley is hot… well, it's starting to work both ways.'

It takes a second before the words sink it, and when they do, Dean grimaces.

'Thought you had better taste.'

'So did I.'

'Guys!' Sam and Samantha snap at the same time, and both Dean and Deanna whip their heads around to look at their younger siblings, before swallowing hard at the expressions on their faces. 'Can we stick to the problem at hand?' Samantha elaborates, and Deanna reluctantly nods her head and turns back to the pair of Crowley's in the Devil Trap.

'Who is doing this to us, Crowley?' She growls. 'I want an answer, and none of this, sell-your-soul-for-a-deal-to-find-out crap, just tell us, or I'll kill you.'

There is a beat of silence as Deanna stares down her Crowley, but then it is broken by Dean's Crowley who just chuckles.

'She's adorable.' He mutters and Deanna throws her hands up in the air before turning away and heading to the kitchen. She opens the fridge and pulls a bottle of beer out, before she makes her way back to the crowded room. The sight stops her still, bottle half raised to her lips.

Cassie has her sword at Crowley's throat - the male version's throat anyway. She's grabbing ahold of his collar and digs the tip into the soft flesh of his neck.

'Answer Deanna's question.'

'Well, aren't you an over-protective little Angel; don't tell me you've done what my two idiots can't?' Crowley smirks. Cassie digs the tip in deeper, nicking the skin and Crowley hisses. 'On the defensive? I'm guessing the answer to that is "no" then.'

Another nick. Another hiss.

'Look, I don't know who's doing it. Not exactly.'

'What does that mean, "not exactly"?'

Deanna's Crowley sighs, her heels the only sound as she makes her way over to stand beside her male form. Her eyes find Deanna's. 'Call of your Angel, darling, then we'll talk.'

Deanna swallows when she calls Cassie "hers" but she walks over and places a hand on the Angel's shoulder nonetheless.

'Come on, Cassie, calm down.'

After a moment, Cassie takes a breath and thrust Crowley away from her, sneering at the man before she takes a step back, pulling Deanna with her. Her blue eyes then find Deanna's green ones, and it's all Deanna can do not to wrap her arms around her or doing something else, so instead, she just sends her a gentle smile and turns back to Crowley, an expectant look on her face.

'It's just some Demon trying to get you out the way because you beat the Apocalypse. I'm quite sure they're a little pissed because you killed their dreams of "heaven" and put their "God" back into his box.' Crowley explains. 'I don't have a name. We don't have a name. But whilst they're powerful, they're not really good.'

'Not good? How can they not be good? They managed to send them to another universe!'

Crowley takes a deep breath in and purses her lips. She closes her eyes before she releases the breath she had been holding. When she opens them, she still looks like she's ready to murder someone, but like she can control the desire.

'Because, you idiot, they sent them to the universe where they still exist; just as men! They had no idea how to control destination. And let's face it, if you want to lose this little Team Free Will so they're not a nuisance anymore, you don't send them to the realm where they can the help of their male halves to track 'em down!' Crowley's voice raises in loudness and bitterness until she's shouting at the end, and Deanna finds herself wincing, because Goddammit, she does that often and her voice is just grating when she starts shouting.

Crowley takes another deep breath, lets it out and when she speaks, her voice is much calmer. Though, she still looks like she's ready to murder someone.

'Now, are you going to let us out so we can put our feelers out; to see if we can actually get a name?'

'Why should we trust you to find out the name?' Samantha questions and whilst Deanna is already moving to get a knife to break the trap, she can't help but think her sister has a point. She stops when she gets to the side of the Devil's Trap again, and looks at both Crowley's expectantly. When they both realise they're not getting out until they answer the moose's question, they roll their eyes.

'Look, we've established; I wanted Lucifer dead and gone, you made Lucifer dead and gone... well, technically you just made him gone, but that's beside the point. Anyway, I'm not stupid. I want to track down this pathetic Demon and teach him a lesson; I am the ruler of Hell now, not Lucifer. I'm tidying up his mess; his followers. No reason to screw you over if you help me get rid of another potential traitor.' Crowley answers, her red lips flickering into a small frown before they immediately pull into a smirk as soon as they realise.

It's a good enough answer, apparently, for with a small flick of her wrist, Deanna sends the knife hurtling upwards, where it lodges in the ceiling, breaking the circle of the Trap.

Both Crowley's walk from the Trap, leaving the circle that entrapped them with happy sighs and small stretches. They both walk until they are clear, and everyone thinks for a second that they are maybe going to stick around for a while - something no one wants. But luckily, male Crowley disappears after a small, 'See you later, boys.'

Deanna's Crowley lingers just a minute longer, turning to Deanna with a crooked smirk on her painted lips. She saunters up until she's standing in front of Deanna, only an inch or so between them, and whilst every instinct is telling the hunter to put space between them or better yet, kill the Demon, she stays put, standing her ground and staring down into those brown eyes with her own narrowed.

'You're going to have to learn to get used to being in the same room without trying to kill me, Deanna, and we all know you can do it, sweetheart.' Crowley murmurs, and her breath fans over Deanna's face. 'But for now, here is something to tide you over, almost a carrot to that non-existent stick; you can go back to hating me the second we get home, darling.'

And after blowing a kiss and sending a wink to Deanna, Crowley disappears into thin air as well, leaving Deanna looking around herself with a frown on her face, her face heating up at the stares that every single person in the room was giving her.

'I'm going back out to sit at the tree.' She mumbles, before she grabs the bottle of beer that she had deposited on the table and heads outside. She slumps against the tree and raises the bottle to her lips. A moment later, a small gust of wind comes from nowhere; she doesn't need to look up, knows who it is already.

'Sit down, Cassie.' She orders and she feels, more than sees, Cassie sit down beside her, her trench coat brushing against Deanna's leg and hand as she does.

They say nothing after that, and just sit in each other's company until the air gets too cool and Deanna's head is lolling to the side, resting on Cassie's shoulder as sleeps starts to overcome her. Cassie carries her; flies her back into the library where they receive looks from the others, but no one says anything as Cassie places her on the couch.

Deanna's hand catches Cassie's tie, 'Stay,' she mumbles before her hand goes lax as sleep finally overcomes her and she loses her hold on the tie.

And either no one but the Angel heard her quiet murmur, or they just didn't find it worth mentioning.

Anyway, as I said earlier, this story is hard to plan, so my answer? Not to plan it! That's how I ended up with all of this! Some stories I can sit down and plan each chapter; some I NEED to do it with to get somewhere, some I just like doing it. But occasionally, I get ones like this, where I just need a very, very vague idea of what's going on and just letting it flow.

So, yeah, with a mixture of a general plan and 1k1hr, I managed to write the longest chapter yet. Amazing that!

Okay... enough talking! Hope you enjoyed it! Let me know in a review!

Until next time my lovelies! :D

~Charlotte.x