Love You Like - 10

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Lexi made her way toward the throne room. It had been a week since her date with Crowley. And, since that date, she found herself more alone than ever. Crowley was swamped with work and Faith had isolated herself by everyone. Crowley had left her in charge of Hell while he went up to the human world to speak with the Winchesters about some angel situation. At least Lexi knew where he was and why he couldn't be with her. Faith as a mystery. I wonder what happened to her… It couldn't have been good. I've never seen her like this before.

She entered the throne room, walking past the demons that were lined up. Crowley had only been gone for three days, but that didn't stop Lexi from enjoying her time as the top dog. She went up to the throne and sat down in Crowley's spot. Once she had been seated, the other demons on the council sat as well. Lexi found herself smiling a little. Long live the Queen… at least until the King returns.

Speaking of the King, we're going to take this part to follow Crowley because what he's doing is far more interesting than Lexi listening to productivity reports or Faith who is hiding in her sock drawer in a puddle of shame and self-hatred.

Crowley was visiting the Winchesters in their home at the bunker. When he arrived, after being summoned, the first thing he noticed was that Dean did not look well. He looked like he hadn't slept for days. Gray bags were under his eyes and he looked more than a little cranky. The moose, as always, was next to his brother wearing is signature bitchface. As usual, Dean had been the one who had called Crowley, and it seemed like Winchester Jumbo-Size was not eager to associate with a demon for the thousandth time.

"Hello boys," he greeted the brothers with a grin. "Whatever can I do for you?"

"Cut the crap, Crowley," Dean growled. "First of all, why did you send a demon after me?"

That caught him by surprise. He arched a questioning eyebrow. "Demon?" he repeated. "What demon?"

"Don't play dumb," Sam snapped with a piercing glare. "You sent that demon to seduce Dean and get information out of him, didn't you?"

Crowley stared at the brothers. "I can't say that I did," he answered shortly. "If I needed to get information from Dean, I'd call him up and ask him. It's not like we aren't on speaking terms!"

"She was a Knight of Hell, Crowley," Dean hissed. "Do you honestly expect me to believe I just ran into a Knight of Hell at a bar and then she ended up getting in my car with me?!"

That made Crowley pause. There were only two Knights of Hell left since Cain retired—Lexi and Faith. For a moment, he felt as though he'd been punched in the chest and had all the air knocked out of him. He thought of Lexi sitting next to Dean Winchester, flirting with him, getting in the Impala with him, kissing him, touching him… Crowley's hands clenched into fists and he was overcome with the sudden urge to sock Dean Winchester in the jaw. "What did this Knight look like?" he asked, trying to keep his voice level.

Dean huffed, as though the question was too much trouble to answer. A strange look flashed in his eyes. For a moment, Crowley thought he almost looked regretful… There was a distant longing in his evergreen eyes, as if he secretly wished that this demon had never left. "She said her name was Faith—long, curly red hair… green eyes… kinda busty."

Crowley let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. "I know her… If she decided to go after you, I had no knowledge of it… But she isn't that bad of a demon, really. Did she attack you?"

The older Winchester shifted his feet awkwardly. He was looking anywhere but at him. "Well… no."

"Did she threaten you?"

"Um… no."

"What did she do?" Crowley demanded, getting impatient. "Other than having sex with you, because that is more than a little obvious."

Dean flushed a little and studied the floor. "She just… showed me her black eyes… and then… she…" He took a long pause, his eyes glazing over as he became lost in thought. "She apologized."

Crowley rolled his eyes. "Look, I wasn't behind it, and, frankly, I don't care what you or my demons do in their free time. If they want to fuck the Winchesters, then it's their funeral, but I'm not gonna tell them no if they have a deathwish. Now, can we please get on with why I'm really here?"

The brothers exchanged a glance before Sam took a step forward. "We… may or may not need your help… but you need to be aware of this. The angels have fallen."

Crowley needed to take a moment to process this. "Fallen?"

Sam nodded.

"All of them?"

Sam nodded again.

Crowley looked away, his mind racing. "And what did you want me to do about that? I'm the King of Hell—getting the angels back into Heaven is not in my job description."

"But it does affect you," Sam pointed out. "With angels roaming the Earth, it is more likely that they'll run into demons or maybe go after Hell."

"I think that they'll be more preoccupied with getting back into Heaven first," Crowley replied. "Look… If I find out anything, I'll let you know, okay?" He then looked between the two brothers, realizing a familiar face was missing. "By the way, why aren't you having this conversation with your little pet angel? Did Castiel finally decide to ditch you two chuckle-heads?"

Dean pursed his lips into a thin line. Crowley's comments clearly did not set well with him, and there was a fury brewing in his eyes. Despite Dean's obvious reaction, Sam was the one who answered. "We… don't know where Castiel is. After the fall, we've had no way of contacting him. We… we were actually hoping that you could find him."

Crowley let out an exasperated sigh. "Seriously?" he growled. "I'm not your errand boy."

"If you help us find Cas… we'll help you with your Alastair problem."

He arched an eyebrow. "Alastair problem? What Alastair problem?"

"You don't know?" Dean asked, a smug smirk spreading across his face. "Well, should we tell him now, Sammy, or make him find Cas first?"

Crowley glared daggers at both brothers. "Fine. I'll find your damn angel."