Chapter Four

Third Person POV

Standing up from her now covered hole, Makayla stood up and brushed the dirt off her knees. "I wasn't expecting you, love." came a voice from behind her, causing her to jump and spin to look at him. He looked different than she thought. What she'd read online, she'd imagined him being a crabby old man. Not a middle-aged business man in a black suit with a red tie and a scottish accent.

"Who were you expecting?" she asked, trying to seem more brave than she really was. "Anyone but you darling." he said, beginning to circle the red head a little. "Imagine my surprise when I was called up here and here you were." he added when she was silent.

"I'm just the same as everyone else. Why should it be different when I want to make a deal?" she asked, a little confused by the way he was acting. "No single person is the same as the next. What they want might be the same. So, what is it you want, Makayla?" he said, avoiding her question and stopping in front of her to look down at her with a smirk.

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"Well, I must admit, that is much more different than what I'd expected." Crowley said, straightening his suit jacket. "Can you do it?" Makayla asked hopefully. "I'm the King of Hell, darling. I can do anything." he said, giving her a mischievous grin.

"And I'll have ten years?" she asked, ignoring the cocky comment. Crowley raised an eyebrow and took a step closer to her. Makayla took a step back and steeled herself for what would happen next.

"No." he said simply, turning away from her and looking up at the night sky. Makayla stood where she was and gapped at his back in utter confusion. "What?" she asked, her voice a little higher than she anticipated. "Is there something wrong with my soul? Is that why you're refusing my deal?"

Crowley turned around and looked at her in surprise. "There's nothing wrong with your soul, love. And I didn't say I wouldn't accept your deal. I just said you wouldn't have ten years." he explained. "I don't understand." she said after thinking about what he'd said.

Crowley chuckled and put his hand in his pockets. "I don't want your soul, darling." he simplified. "Well then, what do you want?" she asked, starting to get agitated. "I haven't decided yet." he lied. "I'll come to you within a few days and let you know." he added before disappearing in thin air. "The nerve!" she mumbled angrily under her breath.

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Makayla ended up going back home. She tossed and turned the rest of the night, thinking about what had happened at the crossroads. When 7AM finally rolled around, she decided she wasn't going to get anymore sleep and got out of bed.

Walking down the hall, she heard her father on the phone.

"Well, that's wonderful, but...how? I mean, they said she was in critical condition." he said, pausing and listening to the other end. "Must be. Well, send our love and we'll see you later tonight. Alright, love you too. Bye." he said, hanging up the phone and slouching in his seat with a confused expression on his face.

"What is it, hun?" Samantha asked, placing her cup of coffee down on the coffee table. Aaron stay quiet for a moment while Makayla sat down on the couch and listened to her parents. "That was Karry. Mom's hip isn't in critical condition anymore and it's healing at an unnatural rate. The doctors said she could go home later today." he said, sounding disbelieved.

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Later That Night

"Makayla, sweetie, are you alright? You've been really quiet today." Samantha asked, looking in the rearview mirror at her daughter. "Yeah. I'm fine, mom. Just didn't sleep well last night." Makayla said, giving her mother a small smile before looking back out the window and missed the look her parents exchanged.

As soon as the car pulled into the driveway of her aunt and uncle's house, Makayla plastered a fake smile on her face and followed her parents inside the house.

"I feel wonderful! The doctor said it was a miracle that I healed so quickly." Catherine said as they all sat around the table after dinner, holding her husband's hand. "I've never felt better." she added, squeezing Markus' hand.

"That's wonderful, mom. Do you know what caused the speedy recovery?" Aaron asked, leaning back in his chair.

"The doctors haven't been able to give us a reason why, but we're just thankful she's fine. All we can do is thank God she's recovering so wonderfully." Karry said, patting Catherine on the shoulder and sitting down next to Tom.

"I don't know if I'd thank God." came a familiar voice, causing Makayla to jump and turn to look at demon she'd tried bargaining with almost twenty-four hours ago. Aaron stood up and Samantha moved so that she was in front of her daughter. "Who the hell are you?" Tom asked, standing up. "A lot like your brother when I first met with him." was all Crowley said to Tom before turning to Samantha.

With a click of his fingers, Samantha was moved from standing in front of Makayla to standing a few feet away. "I've decided what I want as payment for our deal." he said, turning to Makayla. "A deal? A demon deal?" Karry asked, sounding disgusted. "Not just any demon deal, human. A deal with the King of Hell." Crowley retorted, glaring at the woman.

"So," Karry said with an accusing tone, turning to Makayla. "This is how you got your parents back together! You made a deal with a demon so that your father would go back to your mother. I knew he wouldn't have gone back on his own! After all, he kept telling us how unhappy he was at home." she accused, nearly yelling. "What? No! I would never do that! Why would I force my parents to be together if I knew they wouldn't be happy?" Makayla said, standing up angrily.

"She's telling the truth." Crowley said, standing behind Makayla and placing a hand on her shoulder. Makayla jumped a little at the contact, but didn't move. She needed someone to stand up for her. "Her deal was one of the least selfish I've dealt with in all my years as Crossroads King and King of Hell." he added.

A/N: Please R&R!