You Are My Wish
Chapter 7: 29 & 6 Years
Thank you: Me, AlessandraBlue, Mel, GoodAngelGoneBad, Maiden of the Heavens, XXBlackfireXX
•We're going to meet some 'new' people in this one xD I don't own SPN, of course haha•
-Ginny-
I raised my glass of wine in the air as a toast.
"Happy birthday Ginny Thorn."
I said to myself. I sighed after drinking the contents of the glass and laid it on the table I was sitting at. Barghest was laying on the floor by the bed across the room. He never slept but lazed about when he had nothing to do.
I came across a motel in Arizona and rented a room for the weekend. We had been on the road for half a year now and I wanted to try and gather my thoughts.
It had been almost two months since Barghest and I went to Thor's Well and Gabriel showed up. It had been almost two months and yet what the Archangel said was still running around my head.
'Focus on your birthday, human.'
Said the hound. I looked at him with tired eyes and twirled the glass between my fingers.
"Trust me, I am."
I said. The hound knew what I was thinking and it annoyed me.
I got up from the small table, grabbing the bottle of cheap wine the motel owner gave me, and walked over to the bed across the room. The motel room itself was a decent size and had some space. The bed was on the far side away from the door and across from it was a little kitchen with a table. There was a small tiled bathroom with a small shower and broken mirror. It was good enough for me.
When I plopped down on the to firm bed Barghest raised his head up to look at me.
'Will it make you feel better if I wished you a happy birthday as well?'
He asked cocking his head to the side. I grinned and sat the bottle on the little nightstand beside the lamp.
"Thank you, but no."
I said laying back against the headboard.
"I don't know what to do with the rest of my time. I mean yea there are places I'd like to visit and things I would like to do, but I just don't know."
I said.
"Gabriel is right you know. The whole reason I went to the crossroads was to find my one. I didn't care for more time, well that's not true, but I wouldn't have given my soul for ten years. I had a reason. And that reason doesn't want me, could never want me. And I can't want him."
I added feeling my eyes burn. Silence followed.
"Barghest?"
I looked down at where the hound was laying and saw he was gone. I felt panic run through me and started looking around. The demon hound was gone.
'Is that a bad thing?'
I wondered. It was Barghest who said he would stay until Crowley called for him. Maybe he did just that. I sat back down on the edge of the bed facing the window and reached for the bottle.
"This is a rather sad party darling."
My hand froze just inches from the bottle when that deep, accented voice hit my ears. My eyes widened, my heartbeat quickened, and my mouth hung open. I closed my eyes tight. I wouldn't let him see me tearing up.
"What are you doing here?"
I asked with a small snap.
'Happy birthday, human.'
My eyes snapped open and I looked down to see Barghest sitting by my feet. Taking a deep breath, I stood and turned to face Crowley.
It did cross my mind before that Pam's gift to me was to feel this feeling every time I saw my one. I say that because as soon as my eyes met his, I couldn't look away.
He was still in his black attire. Shirt, tie, pants, shoes, and overcoat. His grin was still there along with his stubble of a beard and mustache. And I still felt that feeling of safety spread through me.
"There's a man named Frederick Barns in Louisiana. His times up in two hours. Fetch his soul for me."
Crowley told Barghest. When I looked back, the hound was once again gone. I was alone with the King of Hell.
"He told you to come?"
I asked Crowley still looking at the place Barghest once sat.
"He felt you needed to talk with me."
He answered. His voice was soft and gruff and...
Close.
I whirled around to find he was no longer by the door, but right in front of me.
"Happy birthday Ginny."
He said cupping my cheek with his hand. His touch was nothing like Gabriel's. It was warm and felt right. I didn't lean into his hand, I wouldn't. I knew he was only here because of Barghest. Gabriel was right, he had to have been, because Pam said the same thing.
Crowley took a step back, taking his hand off of my cheek, and grabbed my hand. He raised it to his lips and kissed my fingers. My heart felt like it stopped beating entirely for a second.
"He told me what Gabriel said."
Crowley said with something under his voice. He looked at me and ran his thumb over the back of my hand. The hand Gabriel kissed.
"And what he did."
He added. Was it poison under his voice?
"Weather I like it or not, you're mine."
I should be mad at his words, but all I could do was look at his eyes and try to breathe. But my eyes started to water anyways.
"But you don't want me."
I said with a shaky voice. I took a few steps back to put distance between us.
"You're the King of Hell. I'm just a human."
I added. I felt a tear roll down my face and I cursed myself for letting it.
"But I don't want you either! I don't want you! I can't want you."
I was shouting now. Shouting and shaking. I gave my soul for nothing and I was mad. I closed my eyes tight and put my head in my hands. While I sobbed Crowley said nothing. If he was still even there I didn't know.
Hands grabbed my wrists and lips kissed my forehead.
My eyes snapped open, face still in the dark of my hands. My crying stopped. There was a small tug on my wrists and let him pull my hands away from my face. Crowley was once again in front of me. The brown of his eyes were dark like they had been at the car that day.
"You shouldn't shout. People will think something's wrong."
He said. He released my wrists and wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me to his chest. His other hand rested under my chin, making sure I wouldn't turn away.
"Pam is no longer in charge of collecting you."
He said. I don't know of I was meant to feel relieved by that. His nose touched mine and my eyes fluttered shut like before.
"In six years, I'll come for you."
He added. I wasn't worried about time in this moment. I was worried he would disappear like before. He must have felt that.
The ruff stubble scratched my chin. His arms held me tight. Mine wrapped around his neck.
He was kissing me.
They were a mixture of deep and feather light. There was no tongue and no coaxing. All my thoughts and worries were forgotten completely.
Until I heard knocking on the door.
My eyes opened as Crowley pulled back. My breathing was uneven and I felt weak in the knees. Crowley, however and of course, was unfazed.
"This better be good."
Crowley said with a hint of anger and warning. It was that that made me gaze up at him. Did he care? Was I wrong to assume that?
His arms were still around me and vise versa, but he turned his head sideways to see the door as a man kicked it down. If it wasn't for his arms, I would've jumped and ran, but I was held in place. I saw behind the intruder stood another man.
"Found you."
Said the shorter of the two men. His voice was deep and sandpapery. He was no taller than Crowley but had a very different build. He had short brown-blonde hair and a slight stubble along his chin. He wore a brown leather jacket over a green button-up shirt and blue jeans and boots. The other man was tall and had long brown hair with a thicker stubble. He had on a dark brown coat over a flannel shirt and blue jeans and boots. They both had obvious looks and obvious muscle, but with the guns in their hands I wasn't exactly paying attention. I wasn't all that afraid because Crowley was there, but come on, they had guns! And the shorter had his pointing at Crowley's head.
"Hello boys."
Crowley said flatly.
