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Seraphina had made it back to Bobby's house in record time. As her car pulled up into the driveway she noted that the Impala was missing, she'd have to ask Bobby about that after she told him what she just learned. After grabbing her gummy bears and her box of matches from the glove compartment she exited the car and walked up to the porch. Rather than go inside right away, Seraphina decided to sit on on old bench swing and smoke again. She still couldn't get her head around the fact that she was some how "famous" in Hell. As she exhaled a plume of smoke Seraphina heard the backdoor open and close along with wheels rolling, it was just Bobby.
"That was a long trip," he said, "Long line?" She simply shook her head no.
"A demon came and talked to me." Her normally faint Scottish accent that she's picked up from her father was thicker with her distraught. "His name was Crowley. He said I'm famous in Hell." Another drag from the cancer stick followed her sentence.
"What the hell do you mean you're famous in Hell?" The old man nearly yelled.
"I don't know. He said he didn't have any details and that he'd be seeing me again." After one more drag from the cigarette she flicked it out into Bobby's yard. "I can't even fathom why I'd be famous in Hell. Sure I've sent my fair share of demons back there, but it's not like I'm extraordinary or something." Seraphina's gaze turned to Bobby, her vibrant green eyes staring into his blue ones. Bobby released a sigh and watched the girl he'd come to love like a daughter stand up, open and hold the door for him. Once he'd wheeled his way in she stepped in behind him and shut the door again.
"Are you hungry?" Seraphina's voice cut through the silence. "I could make us something for dinner." Personally, she wasn't quite hungry but she needed to busy herself with something to take her mind off the demon's words.
"Yeah, sure. I think there should be enough stuff in the kitchen to whip up something." He replied from his usual spot behind his desk. Bobby couldn't help but notice how hard she tried to not look worried by what she'd been told, but she couldn't hide it from him. He knew her too well. Seraphina just nodded her reply and headed off to the kitchen to rummage through the cabinets and fridge.
Two hours later she walked back into the study with a warm bowl of chili in her hands and a big smile across her face.
"I'm sure you probably eat chili a lot, but it was the only thing you had enough ingredients for. I'll have to go shopping in the morning." Bobby just shot her a smile as she placed the bowl in front of him and headed back into the kitchen only to reemerge a moment later with her own bowl. The two hunters ate in a comfortable silence and when they were finished Seraphina took the bowls and spoons back to the kitchen so she could wash them along with the rest of the dishes.
After the dishes were cleaned and the leftovers had been stored in the fridge, Seraphina and Bobby had sat in the study for some time sharing stories over the rest of the bottle of Jim Beam.
It was around midnight when they'd said goodnight and retreated to their rooms, and even though she was tired, Seraphina couldn't manage to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. A small growl escaped her throat as she rolled over once more. She gave the new position a few minutes to see if it would become comfortable, but when it failed failed to do so she threw the blankets off of her body and sat up. Her slim fingers pulled the string on a small lamp that sat on the bedside table, illuminating the room in a dim, warm glow. Her eyes surveyed the room searching for her hoodie. Unfortunately it was all the way by the far wall and she actually had to stand to retrieve it. Once the worn black fabric was settled over her body she slid her gun, cigarettes, and small matchbox into the pocket. She was glad she'd left her only pair of slippers here the last time she'd visited because it always cooled down enough outside at night that her feet got cold.
Quietly, Seraphina made her way out of the room, down the hall and the stairs to the front door. Slowly she unlocked the door and twisted the knob, attempting to silently open the door. She paused once the space was just big enough for her to slip through, and listened for Bobby's snores. When she was satisfied that the old man was still sound asleep, she slipped her small body through the opening and slid the door shut. A small shiver crept down her spine and covered her bare legs in goosebumps. Right now, Seraphina really wished she'd pulled sweatpants on over her very short pajama shorts. Rather than going back inside to slide some on, she just curled her legs under her on the bench swing and lit a cigarette. From her spot on the porch, Seraphina had a lovely view of the moon and stars. That was one thing she really loved about Bobby's, being so secluded meant there was no light pollution and the stars shined with all their might. Her eyelids slid closed as she brought the cigarette to her lips for another long drag then flicked the ashes into the palm of her other hand rather than onto the porch floor.
"Those things will kill you, you know." A familiar Scottish accented voice commented from beside her.
"Ahh, Crowley, I was wondering when I would see you again." Seraphina's eyes remained closed and she exhaled the smoke she'd been holding in through her nostrils, noting that she could hear her faint accent grow thicker when she spoke with him. "I assume you're not here for a fight again?"
"That would be correct." Seraphina could practically hear the smirk the demon was wearing. "I suppose you're still thinking about out little chat earlier." She opened her eyes then, shifting her position slightly so she could face him and took another drag from the cigarette.
"You'd be correct. Any new information you'd like to share with me? Without me making a deal that is." Crowley let out a small chuckle and Seraphina mentally scolded herself when she felt her stomach do a flip at how attractive the sound was. He's a damn demon! She mentally yelled at herself, don't you dare think about him like that, that's just a meatsuit, it's not even him!
"You're certainly smarter than you appear, but no. I have nothing new to tell you." As soon as the words escaped his lips Seraphina felt a surge of anger flare through her.
"Then what the hell are you doing here?" It was hard for her to keep her temper under control enough to not yell. As she brought the cigarette to her lips she noticed it was burned down to the filter and a sigh escaped her lips. Carefully, she stood up and walked to the rail that wrapped around the porch and dumped the ashes that had collected her hand into the dirt below and flicked the butt off into the darkness.
"Well, I'm going to be honest. I don't quite know." Her head whipped towards him, her green eyes widened in surprise but quickly narrowed in disbelief. Her right hand shot into her pocket and gripped the gun reassuringly.
"You're lying. I'll ask one more time, what do you want?" A cold wind whipped through the yard sending her loose hair flying into her face. Immediately she swept it behind her, not wanting anything to block her view of the demon sitting before her.
"I give you my word, I'm not lying to you."
"A demon's word isn't worth anything. Do you really think I'm dumb enough to believe you?" As she spoke, Seraphina quickly edged her way to the door, a small sense of relief flashed through her as she felt it press into her back. Before Crowley had a chance to reply she shoved the door open and stepped through the threshold, and just as quickly shut and locked it. Not that it would do much good, but it made her feel better anyway.
Bobby's loud snores were the only sound in the quiet house as Seraphina made her way back into the bedroom she dubbed as hers, and she was thankful the closed door muffled them some. Swiftly she pulled the hoodie over her head then slid the gun out of her pocket, her back still to the room.
"You should know, a locked door can't keep me out. Besides, it seems you made the mistake of not salting your windowsill." Seraphina nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden voice. She could have kicked herself in the ass, realizing she hadn't salted the window before the words even escaped his lips. It was the only entrance into the house that wasn't salted.
"Seriously," she growled, spun around to face him and kicked her slippers into the corner. "What the hell do you want from me, you have no information to give me, therefor your presence is unneeded." Her handgun was now aimed at him, his head to be specific.
"I told you, I really don't know! For some reason, I am just subconsciously drawn to you. I lied when I said I had no information for you," Crowley's hands were held up in front of him in surrender and he took a few steps backwards, she just scowled at him, "I'm not the only demon who feels it. All of us, we're pulled toward you. You're like a damn demon pied piper! And I can tell you now, more are on the way, and none of them are as friendly as I am."
"You stay right there, I'm salting that window and if you so much as shift your weight while my back is to you I will shoot you in the damn face." Her words came out in an angry rush.
"Not like I could if I wanted to." Crowley glanced up while speaking, and she noticed she'd backed him up right under a devil's trap.
"Good." Quickly she grabbed a canister of salt out from under the bed and rushed to the window, pouring a thick line in front of it.
Crowley watched the young female, his gaze unashamedly dropping to her rear while her back was turned, an appreciative smirk crossed his face.
"'Aye! Eye's off the goods!" Seraphina nearly yelled at him, turning back around just in time to catch the direction of his gaze. "Now, you be a good little demon while I go and wake Bobby up and tell him what you just told me. Actually, if I let you out of there will you promise not to poof off?" She was at the door when she asked the last question, she flipped the light switch on the wall, feeling more comfortable being able to see his face completely in the now fully lit room.
"I'll have you know I can be very well behaved when I want to. Besides, who's to say I wasn't going to offer you my help?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
After Seraphina released Crowley and had him follow her downstairs she woke Bobby up and told him to meet her in the study when he was ready. Walking back into the study where Crowley waited, a glass of some sort of alcohol in his hand that she wasn't even going to question where he got it from, she glanced at a clock, noting that it was only three in the morning. Suddenly she decided Bobby would want a drink after he heard what she'd learned. After speed walking to the kitchen to grab a new bottle of alcohol, Jack Daniels this time, and two glasses she reentered the study just in time to see Bobby with a gun trained on Crowley.
"Bobby, he's not here to fight. This is Crowley. He just gave me some new interesting information." Seraphina said as she set the glasses on the desk and filled them with the liquor.
"Well, spit it out!" He grumbled, still tired, as he grabbed a glass and took a large gulp from it to wake himself up."
"We're drawn to her. Every single demon feels a pull towards her. Myself included." Crowley explained. "But, I have come to offer my protection of dear little Seraphina." Seraphina nearly choked on the whiskey she had just started to swallow.
"You did not mention that before!" She yelled at him.
"Hell no!" Bobby yelled at the same time as her.
"Well, I have kindly given you this information for free, with my resources we could figure out why this is all happening, not to mention I'm you're only hope." A cocky smirk crossed Crowley's face as he saw her angry expression turn into consideration.
"What's the catch?" She questioned as Bobby once more let out another "Hell no",but once he heard her question, Bobby's head immediately whipped towards her.
"Seriously Sera? You're going to trust this guy? This demon?"
"I'm not saying yes Bobby, I'm simply asking what the catch is." She calmly explained. Bobby just sighed his response and they bother turned their gaze back to the demon.
"Two conditions. One, you live with me. Two, you," he turned his gaze towards Bobby, "Do not send the Hardy Boys to try and find her."
"Okay," "No!" Seraphina and Bobby replied in unison. Again, Bobby immediately averted his gaze to Seraphina, a shocked expression across his face.
"Sera, you gotta be kidding me. You're actually going to go with him?"
"Bobby, he has a point," she paused gulping down the rest of her drink then rather pouring more into the empty glass she palmed the bottle and took a swig from it, "He may be a demon, but he's stronger than both of us combined, and he has direct contact to hell, he can learn things we can't! Besides, I'm a hunter, I can protect myself if I need to." By the end of her explanation she was crouched down in front of Bobby, a defeated look on her face. "Bobby, please just trust me. I'll call you if anything happens." Seraphina could see the tears welled up in Bobby's eyes and it broke her heart. Going with Crowley was the last thing she wanted to do, but, he was right. He could protect her.
"Alright, well, touching moment really, but if we're going to go we should do it soon." Crowley's voice broke through the moment, reminding them that time was of the essence if what he said was true.
"I should go pack..." She mumbled, hugging Bobby. "I'm not leaving until I get a real goodbye. With that, she stood and climbed the stairs to go to her room and pack the few belongings that weren't already in the duffel, leaving Bobby and Crowley downstairs.
"I swear, if any harm comes to her while she is with you, I will personally kick your sorry ass back to hell." Bobby growled at the demon, then gulped down the rest of his drink. The demon simply ignored him and waited for Seraphina to return.
A/N – Okay, I really hope you guys are actually enjoying this. Really, please review and let me know if I'm doing a terrible job or what I'm doing wrong so I can fix my mistakes!
