"No! Do you realize how often I've even seen him since the crossroads?" She exclaimed, feeling like she needed to scrub her insides clean.

"No, Elle, I don't. I didn't even know about this until last night. Remember?" It was probably only a matter of time before their bickering woke someone else up.

"Like four times including last night...as far as extended visits go,"

"Oh, oh, extended visits,"

"Yeah, sometimes he checks in," She shook her head. "So, he's locked me up in a dark room and caused me nothing but excruciating pain for a few days. It's not sex, but I'm sure he gets off on it. But that's not the point! I'm still my own person, Dean," Eloise seated herself at the kitchen table and took another sip of her drink.

"That sure isn't what it looked like," Trying to convince him he was wrong would be futile.

"Okay, Dean. Say I'm Crowley's bitch in every way. I sleep at the foot of his bed and he walks me around Hell on a leash. Are you really going to abandon me over that?" He didn't answer, just shook his head left the room.

Bobby made his way in next. Eloise greeted him, watching him hopefully, but he never did look her in the yes. Her knuckles tapped against the table in the silence before she'd had enough. She pushed away from the table, her chair scraping noisily against the floor. She left out the front door, abandoning her coffee. Once outside, she settled down on the porch swing.

It was a nice day as far as weather went. It was probably seventy degrees, maybe a little warmer, and a gentle breeze wafted by. She watched the grass sway between scrapped cars and the gray clouds drift by. Eloise crossed her legs up onto the bench. For a moment everything was calm. Tranquil even.

A bone shattering pain and a weight next to her announced Crowley's presence. Luckily though, he was generous enough to stem to pain immediately.

"Good, you're alone," Eloise's jaw tightened and her tongue slid across her teeth.

"What do you want?" She asked, sounding irritated, but feeling just a bit relieved. Being in the presence of someone who could speak to her without yelling was nice. The problem was that person was Crowley.

"Now, is that any way to speak to your master?" Eloise rolled her eyes.

"Oh, sorry, yes master. Whatever could have prompted you to grace me with your presence this fine morning?"

"You could try being more sincere," Eloise slung her arm over the back of the bench and propped her head up in her hand, trying to relocate the feeling of peace she's experienced less than a minute earlier.

"It's come to my attention that now that you're involved I'm in significantly more danger of losing my investment. What with the archangels and Lucifer running amok," Eloise gave him a sideways glance.

"So, what?" She asked, suddenly curious. She had a feeling she knew where he was going with this. Eloise was his property more so than the other souls he had claim over. The little gift he gave her was truly a rare one from what he'd told her. The only one he'd given out in nearly a century. If he had thought to invest in a secret weapon against the Winchesters other, more powerful entities, were bound to get the same idea.

"I'll be keeping a closer watch until I can find a way to ward you against them," He rubbed his chin, looking thoughtfully out at the horizon.

"I'd appreciate it if you could play nice then. Maybe not grope me in front of everyone," Eloise knew there was no chance she was going to convince him to leave, so she figured she could at least try to lessen the pain.

"Who was groping?" The two shared a look, his expression sly, while Eloise was simply irritated. He winked and drew his arm around her, pulling her against his side. She sighed, arms falling limply to her lap as she allowed her head to fall back against his arm. She stared up at the weathered roof, begging some higher power to at least explain to her why she was there.