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Twilight Zone

Chapter 7: Slumber Party

Dean sighed and took a long drink of hot coffee, listening to some dumb talk show host on a classic rock radio station make jokes everyone has heard a thousand times. He wished they'd just play some tunes or maybe talk about the news instead so he could hear if anything else odd had happened recently. He glanced over at Sam who was putting wood on the fire to keep the cabin warm, the temperatures last night having plummeted alarmingly low.

He opened his mouth to say something to his brother when he saw Cas, a confused expression on his face, get up and walk towards him, seeming to be staring at him.

"Uh….somethin on my face?" asked Dean, returning the confused look.

"Dean." Was the simple reply as Cas pointed past him, out the window. The Winchester turned and blinked a few times, staring. It was raining and foggy.

"What the hell…it was just negative temperatures an hour ago!" he exclaimed. Sam hurried over to a different window then opened the front door, stepping out onto the porch for a few moments then coming back in.

"It feels like late spring out there. This is…not good. We're either about to have a tornado out of season or a blizzard." Said Sam, going towards the couch and grabbing the tv remote, turning it on and looking for a local news station.

"Cas, you got any idea why this is happening? Other than earthly explanations?" asked Dean, moving over to the back of the couch to see the news.

"I..I'm not sure. I can't seem to think of anything, though it's very possible. It's only one incident, Dean. It could be happening for any reason at all." Replied the angel, seeming out of place dressed in an old pair of John's dress pants and a white t-shirt while his own clothing was being cleaned.

"The meteorologists don't know what it is either. They're calling it a freak occurrence and watching for a storm. We should make a supply run, just in case." Said Sam, turning the volume back down on the tv and looking at his brother.

"Alright. You and Cas go. Get matches, food, drinks, toilet paper, soap...enough to be alright for another week." Said Dean, pulling the Impala's keys out of his pocket and tossing them to Sam.

"Are you sure you don't want one of us to stay here?" asked Sam, catching the keys.

"I'm sure. I want Cas with you in case a storm hits while you're out, I don't want you stranded alone. Be careful with my Baby, no matter what weather hits." Replied the elder Winchester, walking back into the kitchen and refilling his coffee. Sam was struck with a sudden reminder of their father but kept it to himself, as he always did, grabbing a coat, tossing another one to Cas, and heading out.

Dean stood at the window with his coffee, watching them drive off, before turning and leaning against the counter. He stared across the cabin at the small fire burning in the fireplace then looked at his watch. Deciding they'd had more than enough rest, he walked to the door of the bedroom that had belonged to him and Sam once upon a time.

Not thinking anything of it, he turned the handle and opened the door, looking into the somewhat dark room. He opened his mouth to wake them up then his brows furrowed as he realized they were both in the same bed. Making a fist, he knocked on the open door without speaking.

Crowley faintly heard knocking in the distance but didn't really start to wake until he felt Jade take a deep breath then start to stretch as she woke up. Her eyes slowly opened and she gave a small smile at the comfortable, lazy warmth of being in his arms. Both of them had moved in the night to lay on their sides, backs to the door, his chest pressed against her back.

Dean couldn't decide if he was more confused or more uncomfortable but kept the knocking for a few more moments until he saw her start moving like she was stretching. He decided the uncomfortable side outweighed the confused side when he could swear there were scratch marks on Crowley's back, the kind from fingernails and not a violent fall on a porch.

"K, yeah, so, I'll be waiting out in the kitchen…" he muttered awkwardly, quickly stepping out and shutting the door behind himself, fully intending to find the whiskey and spike his coffee now.

Crowley yawned but didn't yet open his eyes after hearing Dean speak, still rather out of it. He felt her move as she turned to face him and then her lips against his before he could open his eyes. Kissing back softly for a few moments then letting her lean her head against his.

"Morning…" he mumbled before a lazy smile split his features as she slid her hand into his hair. Jade laughed softly, gently scratching his scalp.

"You're like a puppy. Someone pets your head and you get happy. Is that your so called great weakness? Being pet?" she teased quietly, watching him open his eyes.

"Sure, let's go with that." He answered then yawned, hand reaching to rub his face.

"Pretty sure that was Dean who just woke us up, by the way. I'm not certain, I was kinda out of it." She replied softly, hand moving from his hair to pet and play with his scruffy beard, wondering why she couldn't stop touching him.

"Of course Squirrel would be the one to interrupt sleep." He retorted, releasing her from his grasp and rolling onto his back, tossing the covers half off and stretching with a sigh. She eyed him for a moment then made herself get out of bed to get dressed, trying to keep her lusting under control.

"I don't know if you like jeans but I think it's the only choice you've got. There are a few button shirts in the closet, though." She said, pulling out the oldest pair of Dean's jeans that she could find, ones that he probably wore as a sophomore in high school, the only ones that would have a chance at fitting her tiny figure.

"I'll survive. At least my own clothes will be clean by tomorrow." He sighed, getting out of bed and opening another dresser drawer, looking for a pair of Dean's jeans that he could make work for himself, knowing there were extra boots he could wear to keep from stepping on the pant legs.

"As long as they've got laundry detergent. Ugh, it's so hard to find stuff of theirs that'll fit." She groaned, sitting down to fold the bottom of the jeans since they were too long on her.

"That's because they're both abnormally built. Especially Moose." He replied in a bored tone, pulling out a pair of dark blue jeans that would be baggy on Dean but fit him decently. He pulled them on then sat down and pulled on boot socks before going to the closet, opening it to glance through the shirts inside.

"Why do you call them that? Moose and Squirrel? Where the hell'd that come from?" she asked curiously, tugging her t-shirt off and putting her bra on, then focused on looking for a small shirt.

"Really? Have you ever met other human beings who resemble a Moose and a Squirrel more than they do? Besides…Rocky and Bullwinkle. That sums them up." He answered, grabbing a blue and white flannel shirt then reaching down and snatching up a pair of boots, looking at the size of them then, satisfied, going to sit and pull them on.

"I guess not…" answered Jade, laughing hard soon after as she pictured Sam and Dean's faces plastered over Rocky and Bullwinkle in the movies. She pulled on a plain green t-shirt and looked over in time to see him pulling a dark blue t-shirt on, tucking it in then doing up the jeans.

"Any belts over there? Nevermind…" he muttered, going to his pants on the floor and pulling his belt off of them to put it on, then emptying the pockets of his discarded pants.

"Wow, don't you conform to the red blooded, all American man look well…" she said, finding herself staring, really liking how he looked in jeans. Crowley looked over and raised his brows at her, slightly smirking.

"Well, when traveling with hunters, I do suppose it's best to fit in." he replied, taking a moment to eye her in return as he pulled the flannel shirt on and buttoned it up, leaving it untucked. Jade walked over to him, smiling and grabbed the front of his shirt to pull him closer so she could kiss him briefly.

"Should they not know what we're doing? Would it be bad?" she asked quietly, smile gone, all seriousness in her expression.

"If Dean was in here, then he already knows. Pointless to tell him to lie to the other two about something that isn't their business. I doubt they'll be happy but it'll probably be because they'll think I'm using you. Which wouldn't be any of their business anyway, but still…they can be a pain when they want to be." He explained, not pulling away from her.

"Are you…using me?" she asked before she could stop herself. He kept her gaze and was quiet for a few moments, unsure why he was suddenly nervous about being honest.

"Let's talk about this later. We need to get out there." He answered quietly. Jade kept her eyes on his expressions for a few moments, feeling her heart sink a bit. She let go of him and pulled away.

"Fine." She answered, walking past him and to the door. Crowley heaved a sigh, starting to get a bit annoyed as he followed her out of the room, both of them finding Dean sitting in a chair in the living room.

"Morning, squirrel…" greeted Crowley, walking into the kitchen to find coffee, knowing these dimwits wouldn't have any tea. Dean watched him a moment then stared at Jade.

"Okay, I'm just gonna get this out of the way. What's going on? You two get here, acting like you hate each other, he kidnapped you, then Sam said he was harassing you last night, then I go to get you both up and you're sharing a bed. I wanna know right now what is going on. Blackmail?" asked Dean, looking at Crowley as he started talking then rounding back on Jade.

"Why do you have to know? Look, just relax, okay? Nobody, king of hell or not, forces me into bed with them. I'd take torture and death first." Answered Jade, a hint of anger in her tone, even defensiveness.

"So…you willingly slept in bed with him?" asked Dean, thoroughly confused. From all the time he'd known Crowley, even though he might consider him a sort of friend now, he was having trouble understanding why a woman who knew who he was would share a bed with him.

"More than slept…" blurted Crowley as he poured himself coffee, he chuckled, feeling Jade aim a glare at him. Dean blinked and gave the young woman a flabbergasted look.

"Yeah, guess what won't be happening again?" she retorted, spitefully. Crowley turned around and gave her a look.

"Says who?"

"Says me, jackass." She spat back. Crowley chuckled again and gave her a suggestive look that made her grit her teeth against the shivers it sent down her spine.

"Ha, we'll see about that…" he said before turning back to the counter and picking up his mug of coffee.

"Okay…enough of the weird, awkward couple arguing." Blurted Dean, staring at them both as though they were talking dogs, highly uncomfortable with the whole situation at the moment.

"You never answered my question. Why is it any of your business?" asked Jade, looking back at Dean and doing her best to ignore Crowley as he stared at her.

"Because I didn't know if he was pulling any shit with you. Besides, we tend to get into some sticky situations and it's good to know where everyone stands." Explained Dean.

"Oooh, speaking of sticky situations…" taunted Crowley, walking over to the two of them, Jade cut him off.

"Finish that sentence and I will toss that coffee right on your crotch. Swear to God." She retorted, giving him an I'm getting real sick of your shit look. He laughed and turned to Dean as she walked away to get her own coffee.

"Right ray of sunshine, isn't she? Can tell she spent a lot of her childhood around Bobby…" said Crowley, turning his attention mostly to the Winchester.

"You….are freaking me out right now. Stop doing what you're doing." Replied Dean, still giving him that uncomfortable look. Crowley laughed softly again then gave him a slightly confused look.

"Where's your moose?..." he asked, glancing around the otherwise empty cabin.

"Sam and Cas went for more supplies. That's what I needed to tell you guys about. It's rainin outside." Said Dean, both Crowley and Jade just blinked at him.

"Yes, squirrel, sometimes it rains…"

"Jackass, it was negative temperatures last night. Weathermen are calling for an ice age style blizzard. Temperatures don't just flip like that. We've gone up about 60 degrees in just an hour."

"Sorry, must be my fault, can't control it…" said Crowley, back to his usual, taunting, peppy self. Dean gave him an annoyed look then turned to Jade as she spoke.

"You guys have a lot of firewood, then, right? Supplies and stuff?" she asked, a bit nervously.

"We're more than set on firewood. Took care of that myself. Sam and Cas should be back any minute with everything else." Said Dean, glancing at his watch, starting to get nervous that they wouldn't be back before the storm hit.

"So, what you're saying, is that we will be snowed in, trapped here, accomplishing nothing for about a week?" asked Crowley, brows raised.

"We can't really go out searching for whoever did this with a damn blizzard raging, can we?"

"You prat, why do you think this storm is happening?...Hm? Dipsy weather patterns?..." asked Crowley, Dean blinked at him.

"The hell else would it be?"

"Morons….come along, squirrel." Said Crowley, setting his coffee down and going to the front door, opening it and stepping out onto the porch then down to the gravel walkway that was nearly a puddle. Just as the impala pulled back in, Sam and Cas getting out with bags.

"What?..." asked Dean, annoyed. Crowley pointed up.

"That look like a human weather pattern to you? Rhetorical question, the answer is no. The answer is no because it's not a human weather pattern. Castiel…" said Crowley, looking at him and the younger Winchester as they walked over. Cas looked up and frowned, seeing the faint blurps of bright light in the stormy clouds.

"Oh…" was all he said, causing Sam and Dean to look up as well and stare in confusion.

"The hell is that Cas?" asked Dean.

"There is a battle raging in Heaven…we should get inside. Now." Replied Cas as the wind suddenly picked up and the temperatures started to drop again, rain turning to sleet. Sam and the rest of them headed back into the cabin.

"What do you mean a battle in Heaven?" asked Sam as he shut the door behind them all, distantly hearing the wind starting to whistle.

"That is what you call fallout. Know how nuclear bombs go off and radiation spreads? Well, winged pricks have playground fights and the fallout is psychotic weather." Explained Crowley, picking his coffee back up.

"What a minute, how bad can this get? Are we safe out here?" asked Jade, nerves getting more and more on edge as the sleet turned to snow outside and the cabin started creaking from the powerful wind gusts. Subconsciously making the decision to move a few steps closer to Crowley, then taking a step back and away when she realized what she was doing.

"We're safer here than anywhere else. This place has got extra generators and was built a long time ago to withstand winter storms. Besides, trying to pack up and leave right now would be suicide." Said Dean, nodding at the window where they all could see it was now white out conditions.

"So we stay until it passes?" she asked, fingers drumming nervously on the counter.

"Til we can dig ourselves out, yeah." Replied Dean, walking away from everyone to put a few more logs on the fire.

"We should all stay in the living room as much as possible. It's the warmest place in the cabin. We need to bring out blankets, pillows…we can move the couch and chairs back and bring out two mattresses." Added Sam, setting the supplies down and going to the bedroom that used to be their dad's the one with the big bed.

"Adorable. Slumber party, hm?" asked Crowley, not at all excited to spend over 24 hours straight within the same breathing space as everybody else.

"Well, dick, currently you and Cas are human. You're not used to being human. You'll find out real soon that negative temperatures can be so cold that they cause physical pain. Call me dumb, but I don't think it would benefit any of us for you and Cas to freeze to death cause you can't tell when it's getting bad." Snapped Dean, moving the couch then the two chairs to the edges of the room, close enough to get heat from the fire but leaving enough space for mattresses.

"Plus, we've got Jade to keep an eye on. If it was just me and Dean, we'd probably risk it, but it's not. We're basically babysitting…" sighed Sam, bringing the large mattress out and laying it down on the floor. He then stood up and gave Crowley and Cas a slightly frustrated look.

"What, moose?" snapped Crowley.

"Wanna go get another mattress and some blankets and pillows, your highness?..." asked Sam in an annoyed tone. Cas nodded and walked out to get pillows and blankets, muttering an apology as he went.

"I so love it when you get all touchy, moose. So sexy of you…" taunted Crowley, setting down his coffee and following Cas. Sam rolled his eyes and walked to the kitchen to get himself some coffee and put the supplies away. Jade walked over and began to help him put things away, staying quiet, wondering when and if Dean was going to tell the other two about her and Crowley.

Pulling the mattress off the frame, Crowley sighed and sat it on the floor on its side, basically pushing it into the living room then giving it a shove so it flopped over onto the floor next to the other one. Dean raised his eyebrows at him.

"Pissed off, are you?" asked the elder Winchester.

"Marginally frustrated." Replied Crowley, watching poor Cas haul the pillows and blankets in all by himself, having to make three trips to do it.

Sam sighed once he and Jade had put everything away, looking out the window as it got dark an hour earlier than it was supposed to, the white out snowstorm now impossible to see, though they could all hear the wind's vicious howling. He turned and walked to the living room, moving to the couch and spreading out on it, rubbing his face with one hand.

"I get a bed." Blurted Dean, flopping down on one of the mattresses before anyone could protest about it.

"So do I." said Crowley, looking along a bookshelf for something to read when he got settled.

"No, you get the recliner. Cas and Jade get the rest of the mattress space." Said Dean, setting a pillow to the side of his feet so Cas could lay his head there. Crowley rounded on the man.

"Why?" he demanded.

"Because you got a bed all last night and hardly helped get things set up. Therefore, you get the recliner. Deal with it. You can have a bed again tomorrow night." Replied Dean as Cas moved and sat on the bed, reaching for a separate blanket other than Dean's.

"Speaking of that, you, and her if she wants to, can have first watch, Crowley. You were the last to sleep, your turn to watch, now." Said Sam, pulling a blanket over himself and rolling to lay on his side, the old couch groaning in protest. Crowley scowled and picked a Charles Dickens book off the shelf, one he was surprised was even there, assuming it belonged to their father. He walked behind the couch to go to the recliner.

"Don't bust through that or anything, shame if something bad were to happen to you in your sleep, moose…" he taunted as he settled on the recliner, putting his feet up and reclining back.

"Hardy har…" mumbled Sam, eyes closed.

Jade sighed, looking at all the men, then ran a hand through her hair and lay down on the other mattress so her head was closer the fire, same direction as Cas who was right next to her on the other bed.

"This is fairly awkward." Muttered Cas, laying on his back and watching the fire's shadows on the ceiling.

"You think it's awkward?...I'm the one stuck in a sausage fest…" whispered Jade, turning her head to look at the angel, neglecting to mention that she didn't mind looking at all the eye candy in this cabin. From Sam's giant puppy image, to Cas' adorable innocent image, to Dean's ornery I'm still 17 on the inside persona, then to her favorite, Crowley's you know damn well I'm no good but I know you can't resist persona. Cas turned his head and gave her a confused look, bringing her out of these thoughts.

"Sausage fest?...We don't have any sausage, I looked." He replied quietly in a disappointed tone, Jade snorted a brief laugh and had to look away for a moment before answering. There's that innocent adorableness, she thought.

"It's…the phrase doesn't literally mean sausage. It means being stuck with a bunch of men." She tried to explain, fighting the urge to laugh loudly, not wanting to disturb the Winchesters or make Cas feel stupid.

"How would it mean that?" he asked, blinking at her. She pinched the bridge of her nose for a moment then pointed at his crotch.

"Get it?..." she asked, quickly stopping pointing, finding this to be the most awkward experience she'd had in a long time but also one of the funniest. It took all her strength to not burst into laughter as comprehension dawned on his face.

"Oh… Oh, I see. That's funny." He replied, then softly chuckled and looked back up at the ceiling, chuckling again after a few silent moments.

Crowley glanced down at the two of them, having listened to the exchange and chuckled quietly himself.

"Cas learned a new phrase. So proud of you, cutie pie." He muttered, then turned his attention back to the book.

"Holy crap, shut up…" groaned Dean, rolling over.

"Get some earplugs, prat." Retorted Crowley, turning the page, settled down a bit, truly enjoying reading by firelight. Dean sighed and held a pillow on one side of his head, annoyed more by Sam's snoring than by everybody else talking softly.

Several quiet minutes passed, Dean's hold on the pillow slipped as he finally passed out and it dropped onto the floor. The sound of the crackling fire, the howling wind, and even Sam's snoring all tuned together to be a truly cozy soundtrack, even when Dean's snoring joined the noises. Jade sighed, wide awake, she glanced over at her slumber party buddy only to find that Cas was asleep himself.

Turning her head to the other side, she looked at Crowley, who had his legs crossed at the ankle and a content look on his face as he read. Despite having been angry at him earlier, she wished they were in private again so she could join him or have him join her. She'd never felt so comfortable and snuggly as she had when she slept with him, he really was a living heater and the man equivalent of a giant teddy bear, in private, anyway. Complete with a scruffy beard and hairy chest to pet. Then he'd open his mouth with some smart ass remark and ruin the teddy bear image, which was only to be expected, he really wouldn't be him if he didn't always have some infuriating, witty retort. She was snapped out of her thoughts when she realized he was staring back at her and no longer reading.

He'd felt her eyes on him for several minutes and waited til he reached the end of the chapter he was on before looking over at her, amused when she simply stared back, seeming to have zoned out.

"Yes?..." he asked quietly, raising brows at her, a hint of that perfectly frustrating smirk on his lips.

"Nothing, ass. Quiet, people are sleeping." She retorted in a whisper, making sure her tone was snappy. She gave him a slight glare when he chuckled.

"You can't resist pretending to hate me, can you?" he whispered back, marking his page and closing the book, having a new source of entertainment now. She went to answer then stayed quiet for a moment as Cas rolled onto his side, now facing Dean's feet, which she was sure he'd regret as soon as he woke up.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She retorted, rolling her eyes at Crowley, whose smirk never faded for a second.

"Feeling lonely down there? Is that the problem, lover?" he taunted quietly.

"Obviously not, I'm not the only person down here."

"I wasn't talking about that, I was talking about the pleasure box between your legs." He retorted, smirk widening a tiny bit, eager to get a rise out of her again. She blinked, a little shocked at the audacity of his words, then realized he really didn't have any shame so she shouldn't be so shocked.

"You're a pervert." She whispered at him, unaware that Cas's eyes had opened next to her and that he was laying there listening to all of this now, a confused expression on his face.

"You seemed to like that about me when you shoved my hand between your legs while I talked dirty in your ear in the shower last night…" he replied, voice lowered to that purr that made the area of her body he was mentioning heat up.

"I really, really wanna hit you in the face right now…" she replied, her tone sounding more like she really, really wanted to hop onto his lap instead.

"I dare you to come do it." He retorted, uncrossing his legs to be more comfortable, eyes never leaving her.

"Don't tempt me." She replied softly, again sounding less and less threatening.

"Darling, my specialty is tempting you…" he purred in response, still smirking at her, knowing exactly what he was doing.

Unable to help herself at this point, she sighed and slowly got up, picking up her blanket and carrying it over to the recliner. He continued to smirk at her as she climbed onto it and him, her back to his chest, and covered them up, sighing with a smile when she felt his arms slip around her waist.

"You're no good, do you know that?" she whispered, turning head to look at him.

"I'm a rebel and I'll never, ever be any good?" he replied, hand resting on the front of the waistband of her jeans.

"Pretty much." She whispered back before leaning closer to press her lips to his, both of them unaware that Cas had rolled back over and was watching this with curiosity, not as surprised as Dean had been, though he wasn't sure why. He lay on his back again and averted his gaze, closing his eyes to go back to sleep, planning to ask about it tomorrow and let them have what privacy they could get.

Crowley eagerly returned the kiss, lips moving with Jade's gently as his hand unbuttoned her jeans. She broke the kiss and gave him a wide eyed look.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, his hand didn't stop, now unzipping her jeans.

"What do you think I'm doing?" he whispered back, giving her that damn smirk again.

"Stop it…we're in a room with everybody else." She replied, reaching down under the blanket and grabbing his hand.

"I know, exciting in a naughty way, isn't it?" he purred back, easily pulling his hand from hers and cupping her through her jeans, she gave a soft gasp and narrowed her gaze at him.

"I am dead serious right now…stop doing what you're doing…before you embarrass us…" she grumbled, really wishing they were alone at the moment. She shifted on his lap to curl her legs and be somewhat on her side, head at his shoulder and facing his scruffy jawline. He kept his hand where it was despite her position shift.

"Lapdog." He muttered, nudging his short beard against her forehead. Jade reached down again and successfully pulled his hand away this time.

"Stop trying to get me all frustrated…" she muttered back then pressed a kiss to his jaw.

"It's just very hard to stop once you start, love." He said quietly, resting head and closing his eyes. She kept her eyes on him as he did so, already warmer and more comfortable than she had been on the mattress.

"So I've noticed…" she whispered back before laying her head against part of his chest and shoulder, closing her own eyes, surprised to find she was tired again.

Before too long, she drifted off. He listened to her breathing settle then opened his eyes again, wide awake, watching them all sleep as the night ticked on, the winter storm howling outside.

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