"Jon… Jon wake up…"

Dillan pushed at her friend's shoulder as she glanced once again at the clock on the wall; 6:03 A.M. She looked back at him, pursing her lips and shaking him harder, hoping to grip him from his slumber quickly.

"Come on, Jon!" she all but screeched into his ear, and this jolted him awake, his deep blue eyes looking lazily in her direction once he realized what was going on, and that he was in no immediate danger. "You have to wake up, we have to clean up all the salt before my mom gets home, or she'll flip!"

Jon groaned softly and Dillan sighed, standing and pulling him with her, pulling him to the supply closet, ignoring his groan of, "Oh come on, Dillan, it's still bed time…" Though he didn't do much to fight his being dragged, only actually reacting to the world around him as the door to the supply closet slammed against the wall, which caused the still partially asleep boy to cringe.

Dillan almost began feeling sorry for him, but then remembered that it was his own fault; he was the one that had tried to sell his soul, causing the need for the salt at each entrance in the first place.

"Just, please, stop complaining and help," She handed him a vacuum duster, grabbing herself just the normal vacuum before instructing him to go and get as much of the salt up as he could.

It was a stupid idea, getting rid of their only possible protection, but she knew that her mom would be likely to throw a fit if she were to see the seemingly unneeded use of salt at every last nook and cranny of the house. And, as she believed her mom was more likely to show up before Crowley, she was more afraid of said mom.

She found herself wondering if Crowley would come, even with her mom around, and bit her lip, hoping with all hope that he wouldn't - she'd rather deal with him herself than put her mother in danger with the demon.

She quickly expelled the thoughts of Crowley hurting her mom, any thoughts of Crowley at all, and forced herself to get to work. This job proved to be a lot easier with two people than if she'd been forced to do it by herself, but it was just barely done quickly enough. As soon as she'd shut the door to the closet was when the door to the house opened and her mother stepped inside.

"Dillan?" she sounded shocked and accusatory, concerned eyes scanning over her daughter with the silent question of 'Why are you up? Didn't I tell you to take your medicine and sleep?', and Dillan bit her lip.

"Oh, hi, mom," she smiled softly and warily, trying to reassure her mom that everything was fine. "Uhm, I was just…getting another blanket, Jon stole mine…and I got cold, so-"

"Jon?"

"Oh…yea, sorry, I know I didn't ask first, but after you left, he showed up, and he was just…" she bit her lip and then sighed softly, going with the part of the truth she could tell, "Anna broke up with him, and he was so heartbroken, I just… I couldn't let him be alone… Are you mad…?"

She tried to look innocent, as though that were the whole truth instead of only part of it, under the intensely scrutinizing gaze of her mother. And for a moment, she was afraid it didn't work.

But then her mom smiled softly, eyes tired and she shook her head, "No, honey, I'm not mad, just as long as you two kept your rightful distance..."

Dillan laughed, almost letting her relief seep through at that being her mother's only concern, even knowing that her mom knew better when it came to Jon, as they had had many sleepovers over the years and proved that they didn't have any attraction to each other than pure friendship, "Well obviously not. So, I'm just gonna get that blanket and… Would you like something before you…?"

"Oh, no, that's fine, go back and get some sleep, hang out with Jon," she was cut off by her mother, who gave her one more stern look upon mentioning sleep, before heading past her, stopping only to kiss her forehead before going into her room.

Dillan let out a soft breath, opening the closet and grabbing two blankets (one for herself and one for Jon, who, she realized, actually didn't have one either) before heading back to the living room.

"Hey, Jon, are you-" She stopped dead in her tracks, eyes landing on the one person she'd been hoping not to come in contact with.

Crowley sat in a chair next to the couch (where Jon lay fast asleep, seemingly fine, but Dillan still felt her heart clench with worry) and his eyes were on her, filled with pure anger that contrasted mildly with the broad smirk that was formed on his lips.

"I'm assuming that charming young man is the one who called for me?" He nodded towards Jon. "Jonathon Adams… Such a ripe soul…"

His voice held a tone that made her blood run cold as she took and she instinctively took a step back as he stood.

"Nice little trick, by the way, with the salt, where did you learn that?" he nodded towards one of the windows, where the now rising sun glinted on a forgotten line of salt, one she believed must have been missed in her haste and Jon purely had thought she'd get.

"A book." Her voice came out as a meek whisper, and she cursed in her head, forcing herself to stand taller, as if that would make up for her weak voice, trying to look unafraid.

"I see, must have been a nice book," he nodded, his eyes wondering around, seeming as though he was uninterested in anything else but the house, "And what kind of book," before she could even blink, he was in front of her, hand around her neck tightly, "taught you that it was okay to disobey a direct order. And, better yet, interfere with one's business?"

"I… He's my friend, I couldn't let him-"

"Let me guess, he's a good person, and he has a good soul and blah, blah, blah," Crowley rolled his eyes, fingers twitching around her neck, and her heart pounded, afraid that he would just snap her neck, but forcing herself to appear as though she wasn't bothered. "I remember telling you to pretend that I don't exist. Nothing that happens on that crossroads at night is any of your business. So you have thirty seconds to convince me not to kill you. And talk fast, sweetheart, I'm not normally even this generous."

Dillan could hear her heart in her head, racing so fast, so loud, that she feared he would hear it. Her thoughts were scrambled, anything intelligent slipping away before she even had the time to process it.

But, just as he began to mockingly count down her seconds, she burst out with a, "My mom!" He looked at her, only mild interest on his face, and she bit down so hard on her lip, she was afraid it was going to begin bleeding, before she let out another, cursedly shaking breath and continued. "She… She knows. About demons, about you. She… She would come after you, if you killed me, she'd know-"

"You're lying through her teeth," he seemed amused, his eyes twinkling with the mocking laughter he held in, and she pursed her lips, glaring up at him as if to ask how he was so sure. "You see, because I'm one to keep an eye on my surroundings, I know everything that you know and everything your mother knows. She knows nothing about my existence, so you'll have to try better than that. And, even if it were true, she's upstairs asleep, I could easily kill her in her sleep. It would be especially easy, knowing you're pulling all of that out of your ass."

"I am n-"

"You can't lie to the king of lies, love," his grip around her throat only slightly, finding himself more amused with her alive than he'd imagined.

"Fine, I'm lying, but that doesn't mean I can't scream loud enough to wake her right up," she said quietly, biting her lip, glancing towards the window as she spoke, her eyes measuring the distance between her and the salt.

"Not smart," He warned, his grip tightening once more and she took in a short breath, her eyes looking away from the window and back up at his dark eyes as they glared menacingly down at her. Biting her lip harshly, she took in another, deep breath, before bringing up her knee, hitting where it would hurt any man, and he groaned, releasing her just briefly enough for her to pull away, heading to the window and grabbing a handful of the salt, chucking it at the demon as he stood up straight and began towards her.

His walking staggered for just a moment and he let out a growl as the salt came in contact with his bare skin. She grimaced softly upon seeing the welted burn marks left behind, looking as though someone had thrown fire at him instead of salt and, as his eyes looked back at her, she bit her lip, watching his face closely. The anger filed through, as well as an undertone of amusement, as his skin loosely knitted itself back together, healing.

"You're either very stupid, or you have a death wish," he advanced on her as he spoke these words, seemingly wiping away at any salt that may be left on him, though his eyes didn't leave her. Her hands blindly groped the window sill for more salt, when suddenly he was in front of her once more, gripping tightly onto her arms and pulling them between the two. "I don't think so, darling. Playtimes over, and I still have no good reason to keep you alive."

"I don't suppose goodness of your heart would be a good alternative," her voice was tentative and it came out with little fight left, his close proximity and grip on her arms, one so tight she knew there would be bruises, she heard her heart pounding in her ears so loudly she was glad she could barely hear the words leave her mouth, knowing it sounded stupid. But before he could tell her such, she opened her mouth again. "Or, you would miss me."

His eyes flooded with incredulousness once again, but also held a higher degree of amusement than it held anger anymore.

"I mean, if you really hated me watching, you'd have killed me long ago, as I highly doubt my being a little kid would have stopped you, and-and you obviously must know that I never actually stopped, even when you told me to, an-and obviously, you easily could have if you really wanted… And…and.. Can you stop touching me?"

The sudden outburst brought a smirk to the demon's face and she felt his eyes on her as she tried to pry her arms away from him, "You truly are stupid, aren't you?"

Her face grew angry at his statement, but she merely pursed her lips, still trying to wretch her arms away, knowing she'd found her argument, "If you really wanted me dead, I wouldn't be able to ramble, I'd already be a pile on the floor. Wouldn't I?"

"I don't like your tone."

"Wouldn't I?" she demanded once more, looking up at him, forcing her anger down as to not want to give him the satisfaction, but instead making her eyes amused, smirking lightly, knowing it was dangerous territory but also not being able to stop.

He glared for a long moment before shoving her harshly away from him and into the window, so hard she was amazed it didn't break on impact; and, in the blink of an eye, he was gone from the room.

She barely had time to take a deep breath, her mind trying to figure out what had just happened, when a groaning came from the couch, followed by a sleepy, "Geesh, Dil, what's with all the nosie?"

Hehe :) I hope you all like it! It's ACTUALLY relatively longer than the last chapters (typing it in word, it is a little over four pages, where the last few have been maybe two-three, so yea) :), I actually enjoyed writing this chapter, and I hope that you guys enjoy reading it! :D I would appreciate being told ;) but yea, thank you so much to those of you who have been reviewing! It makes me happy, and a happy writer is always a good thing :). So yea

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