Title - Cold And Broken Hallelujah
Chapter Title - She's A Psycho
Author - OblivionsGarden
Genre - Hurt/Comfort/Romance
Disclaimer - I do not own Supernatural in anyway shape or form. I only own the plot points surrounding my oc's, not recognized from the books or films. For this chapter I own, Rachel Singer.

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After her night with Crowley, Rae made sure she didn't have to see him again unless absolutely necessary. She ate enough, slept enough and was extra careful on hunts. The one occasion she had needed stitches, she had Gwen fix her up and shared a room with Sam so Crowley wouldn't show up. She had been blaming the alcohol for her sleeping with him but somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she had been wanting it for a while now. She should've known it would've been nothing to him. Shouldn't have been so disappointed when he'd taken her back to her motel and left her alone. But even so, there was still a tiny glimmer of hope still left in her, just because he had said that they should do it again. She knew it'd never mean anything to him but that didn't stop her wanting it.

Now, a month later she was listening to Sam tell her he wanted to see Dean. Sam had been brought down by a djinn and he thought it would go after Dean next. Rae wasn't so sure. She thought it was a bad idea but apparently there was no arguing with the stubborn younger Winchester.

"Sam, please... Listen to yourself."
"He's my brother, he's a good hunter. He could help us out on this."
"You want to go and ruin his last shot at a normal life so he can help us hunt a djinn?"
"Alpha djinn, Rae! We need him... And we know the djin's gonna be after him next."
"You don't know that. What is with you man? Ever since you've got back you have been heartless. Dean deserves to be with Lisa, not us. We'll ruin his life."
"I'll be saving his life if I don't get to him before the djinn does. I'm going."

She didn't see him again, until he brought Dean back to their small hideout. He was unconscious and so Sam lay him down in the adjoining, run down room. Whilst he was out and Sam was watching over him, Rae took Samuel to his office, avoiding the 'I told you so' from Sam.

"We need a quick chat." She mumbled into his ear and he followed willingly. Once in the office he shut the door, turning to her with a frown. "Dean can't know about the alphas."
"Funny... I was going to say the same thing to you and Sam."
"Well, glad we're on the same page. I'll make sure Sam knows."
"Rae-" He called her back before she could reach the door. "I don't like working for Crowley y'know."
"Oh what and I do?"
"I'm just saying, you don't have to treat me like the enemy."
"Understood."

She left quickly, not wanting to be alone with him for too long. She felt bad for saying it, given she was so close to Sam and Dean, but their grandfather gave her he creeps.

Before Dean woke up she made sure Sam was in agreement that he shouldn't be told about their alpha hunting. He'd only freak out if he knew. They'd tell him at a later date. When he did wake up, Rae stood to the side, letting him find out about Sam before she told him she'd known the whole time.

"Had I shown up, Dean, you would have just run off. I'm sorry. But it felt like after everything, you deserve some regular life."
"What have you been doing?"
"Hunting."
"You left me alone, and you were flying solo?"
"He wasn't alone."

Rae stepped forward now, out of the shadows. She offered a small smile before she pulled him into a hug. They both held each other tight before letting go.

"Wait. What do you mean, not alone? You've been together this whole time?"
"Sort of... Dean, Sam was right. You had Lisa and Ben and man... If I got out of this, found a guy and was happy... I'd kill you for coming to find me."
"We hooked up with some other people, too." Sam interrupted.
"You? Working with strangers?"
"They're more like family. And they're here."

Sam lead the reformed trio into the main part of the house. Rae moved to sit on the edge of a table, picking up a knife from the surface. She rested the tip against her finger and twirled it around, trying to occupy herself. She could see what was going through Dean's mind. Betrayal, mostly, that his brother had been alive almost a whole year and no one had told him.

Sam introduced Dean to his extended family as she sat to the side, watching. This was something else that had changed her this year. She realised truly that the only family she had was Bobby. Of course she thought of Sam and Dean as her big brothers but when you're the only Singer in a Campbell family hunting team, you were always going to feel like the odd one out. Bobby had been confused as to why her phone calls home had increased in frequency and he was more than understanding to how she felt.

"Give me a second with my grandsons here, please." Samuel glanced to Rae, Gwen, Christian and Mark. The four of them left, heading out into the other room. "Rae, brief them on the new info too." He looked pointedly and she knew immediately what he meant.

"Why do I get the feeling Dean's not gonna be compliant to our hunting ways." Christian sighed finding himself a seat.
"Shut up." Rae snapped.
"Sorry." He smirked, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "What did Samuel want you to brief us on anyway."
"Dean. He can't know about the alphas. Not yet at least. As far as he's concerned we are just normal hunters. Nothing special."
"Like I said, he won't be compliant."
"And like I said, shut up."

Christian stood up, marching over to Rae standing toe to toe with her. Gwen and Mark watched in silence. Rae and Christian's arguing was nothing new, she'd thought he was an arrogant dick since she first met him. But this was different, Rae had too much anger and frustration pent up inside her to let him slide by with nothing.

"Are you gonna make me, Singer?"
"You bet your ass, Campbell."

Before he could step back she swung her fist, hearing a satisfying crack when it collided with his nose. Christian launched himself at her knocking her onto her back. They rolled around on the floor, fists flying until Sam and Dean ran in to break them up.

"Hey, what the hell is going on?" Samuel shouted.
"She's a psycho."
"And you're an utter twat!" Rae spat back, blood seeping from her split lip. She struggled against Dean's arms as he held her back.
"Hey, calm down." Samuel held his hands up to their pair, glaring at each other. "We don't need this right now. We're going to meet Johnny at Dean's place." Rae stilled, turning her head to look at Dean.
"What happened?"
"Lisa and Ben will be back soon."
"Alright. Let's go." She nodded, slipping from his arms and heading to find her bag. She stopped at the door, turning to face Christian. "He comes near me again and I'm gonna rip his nuts off." She heard Dean's small chuckle as he followed behind her.
"Some things never change, huh?"

After finding Johnny Campbell dead, Dean insisted on taking Lisa and Ben to Bobby's house. As soon as he opened the door, Bobby knew something was wrong. Rae contemplated making sure Lisa and Ben were getting comfortable but figured once Dean found out Bobby knew Sam was alive too, he'd need back up.

"How long?!" She could see the anger in his eyes when he found out.
"All year."
"Oh, you got to be kidding me."
"And I'd do it again."
"Why?!"
"Because you got out, Dean! You walked away from the life. And I was so damn grateful, you got no idea. I'd do the same for Rae if she got out."
"And I'd be grateful." She chimed in.
"Do you have any clue what walking away meant for me?"
"Yeah. A woman and a kid and not getting your guts ripped out at age 30. That's what it meant."

"Those djinn are just sitting out there, watching us. Everybody's got to clear out."
"What?"
"They're not gonna come in here until me and Sam are alone."
"So, what, I'm supposed to leave you here with no backup?"
"Dean's right. They're smart. They'd wait till they weren't outnumbered."
"All right, we won't be far. You call when they come, you hear? All right, pack up. We're out of here."

Rae stood to follow but turned back to Dean and Sam.

"How many?" She asked.
"Mark says three."
"Three against three then, off the bat. I'm staying."
"Rae-" Samuel began but Sam shook his head.
"It's alright. They'll still come."

Rae left with Samuel and the others, taking the alpha djinn to Crowley's little hideout. Usually, Samuel took the alpha's in alone whilst every waited in the van. This time however, he needed help.

"One touch of her skin and you'll be hallucinating all kinds of nasty crap. I'm coming with." Rae insisted, removing her jacket and draping it over the alphas shoulder so she could grab her arm with ease. "Let's get a shifty on shall we?"
"How 'bout I give him a hand?" Christian moved towards Rae but she glared at him.
"How about you sit your butt down before I make you."
"Hey! Both of you lay off." Samuel barked. "Christian, we got it."

Samuel and Rae left Gwen, Mark and Christian in the van. They still didn't know about Crowley, and Rae knew that was the only reason Samuel had let her help instead of one of the boys. The demons waiting at the front gate let them through, one of them walking infront to guide them to the empty cell where the alpha would be kept.

"Crowley will be in contact for your next hunt." The demon spoke without even looking at them.
"Yeah, I'll bet." Rae mumbled grumpily.
"What's wrong love, not enjoying your work schedule?"

No longer did she jump at the sound of his voice. Instead she turned to face him as he stood behind her, a glass of what she presumed to be Craig in his hand. Images of their night together flashed through her mind and she glared at him.

"I'm going back to the car, meet you there Samuel." She turned again, to leave only for Crowley to block her path.
"Other way round I'm afraid. He'll meet you at the car, I need a word with you."
"You can have two if you like... Get bent."

The cocky smirk dissapeared, replaced with an angry glare. He grabbed her arm, spinning her around and slamming her back against the wall. She tried to push him away but human strength vs demon strength was like a possum trying to push an elephant over. He clicked his fingers and they were in an office, very similar to that that she had seen in hell.

"Get off me." She spat as his hand still squoze her bicep. Her heart was hammering but she tried to treat him like she did any other demon.
"I think you've forgotten who I am." His voice was dangerously calm when he spoke.
"I know exactly who you are and what you're capable of. I just don't care anymore."

He moved quick, moving her backwards until her rear was pressed against his desk, his body pressed against hers. She couldn't tell if he was intending to scare her or turn her on. Either way he was succeeding.

"I know Dean's back in the loop. Make sure he joins your team, you'll catch me alphas quicker with him."
"No. If Dean wants to stay out then I'm not going to change his mind."

His hand fisted into her hair, pulling her head backwards, his face moving closer to hers. His lips brushed her ear as she pressed her hands against his chest.

"You'll do well to remember who's the top in our little relationship."

Another click of his finger and once again he was gone, this time leaving her in the corridor leading outside. Samuel was still stood with the other demon.

"What was that?"
"Let's go." Rae brushed past him, marching straight out to the van and climbing in without a word.

"He said he was staying with Lisa and Ben." Sam shrugged when he returned.
"Good. It's where he should be." Rae smiled to herself.

She knew Crowley was going to come down on her like a ton of bricks if she didn't get Dean hunting again, but he didn't say it needed to be immediate. Something she learned from the demon himself was that you always got more out of things if your instructions were specific.

She didn't see him for a while. He visited Samuel to tell him about the alpha shape shifter being the next on his shopping list but Rae didn't see him. The only word she did get from him was when Samuel told her Crowley had insisted she take a back seat on this case, only helping when necessary. Samuel had asked why he wanted one of the best in their group to sit this one out but apparently he had just dissapeared without an answer. So, with anger blurring her judgement she hopped onto her Harley and headed to the warehouse where he was keeping the alphas.

"I'm here to see Crowley." She barked at the demon guarding the gate.
"No one goes in or out unless you're making a delivery."
"It's about one of his deliveries." She lied. "So let me in... Or you can kill me but I think Crowley would be pissed. You're choice."

He hesitated for a moment before sighing and opening the gate. Rae drove inside, parking her bike close to the entrance. She kept her helmet in hand as she entered the building. There were demons dotted around the place, but Crowley had ensured the demons in the building knew who Samuel and Rae were, knowing not to harm them unless there was a direct order from him. She was wondering aimlessly for almost an hour before she gave in and asked the first demon she saw to take her to Crowley.

When she was lead to the room he was in, all the anger she'd planned on screaming at him with dissapeared. It was wrong, so so wrong but all she could think about was the warm tingling in her lower stomach. Crowley had his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his tie loosened and top two buttons undone. Of course there was the blood splattered, white apron over the top but something about the usually smartly dressed man seeming more casual turned her on.

"I wondered how many times you were going to wonder past the door before you found me."

His usual smirk was present as he twirled a silver blade in his fingers. A creature was strapped to the table and guessing from the yellow eyes, large fangs and claws, Rae presumed it was a werewolf.

"What are you doing, Crowley?"
"Trying to track down big bad's, big daddy."
"No, I meant what are you doing stopping me from going on hunts?" She moved closer, ignoring the snarl from the wolf.

Crowley sighed, thrusting the blade into the wolf, the animal making an almost mute whimper before slumping back onto the table. Crowley removed his apron, draping it over his tray of torture tools and gestured towards the door as he walked towards it. Rae followed behind him and again she felt the stirring in her stomach.

Crowley was broad shouldered and without his suit jacket and coat, she could see the muscles beneath the thin material of the shirt. She remembered how it felt to run her hands down it for a brief moment before forcing the images out of her mind. Now was not the time.

He stopped outside a large metal door. Pushing it open he guided her inside, his hand a little too firm on her back. Rae rolled her eyes when she saw she was once again in his office. She didn't wait for his invitation to take a seat, instead plopping down of her own accord. He moved around the desk, sitting in his own leather chair.

"So?" She prompted.
"As much as you say you'd love to get out of the life, you live for hunting right now." He settled back in his chair as she watched his every move. "I want Dean hunting, you have no intention of guiding him back. You want to be hunting, I won't let you. Caught up yet?"
"You hardly gave me a chance to talk to him." She pouted. "Fine. I'll go on my own hunt. Let the Campbell's catch your alphas for you." She shrugged, drumming her fingers on her bike helmet that sat on her lap.
"No can do."
"What are you going to do, lock me up?" She scoffed.
"Of sorts." He smirked as her face dropped. "Although I think the cells here would be a step down after how well behaved you were at my house."
"I was drunk."
"Of course you were." He raised his hand, fingers poised to click.
"Wh- Crowley, you can't lock me away!" She stood, the chair toppling over from the sudden movement.
"Can't I?"

He tilted his head, his eyes glinting with mischief as he clicked the digits and Rae was back at his house, in the room with the fireplace. Instinctively she reached for her gun, usually kept in the back of her belt, but the weapon was gone, as was the knife in her boot. She aimed a kick at the arm chair before running to try the doors. Locked.

"You're not going anywhere." Came a voice from outside. She presumed it to be a demon assistant of Crowley's.

She tried each of the windows, even managed to smash one by kicking it, cutting her leg whilst doing so, but the drop was too far. There was no outer ledge big enough to grab, no drain pipes or balcony's... Nothing. Not to mention the demons surrounding the house on the graveled floor below. She contemplated calling someone but knew Crowley would stop her somehow.

Defeated, she decided to look around the room. There was a large wooden cabinet with glass doors holding many a bottle of expensive looking alcohol. She contemplated helping herself to some but after what happened last time she drank the demons alcohol she thought better of it. She'd be sticking to her usual beers in future. The armchairs and table were set in front of the fireplace and the only other object was a grand piano on the opposite side of the room.

Above the fireplace was a large painting depicting a woman, her face contorted in pain as blood ran from open wounds on her chest. In the background there was a dark figure, cloaked almost in a shadow, besides the eyes. A stark red contrasting on the darkness around it. Rae wondered if this was some artists attempt to recreate the death at the end of a cross roads deal.

She slumped into one of the chairs, propping her feet on the small table in front of her. She hadn't thought much about her deal, not for seven years. Staring up at the painting brought back the nightmares she had had for six weeks after she initially made the deal. The sounds of howling and snarling, the smell of dog in the air, her own blood splattering her face. She closed her eyes, ignoring the memories.

When she awoke the room was swamped in darkness and she groggily turned her head to look around. At first she thought she was still alone, until the fire roared to life before her.

"Evening." Crowley was sat in the opposite chair, his eyes running over her relaxed posture. Rae stared blankly at the demon. "What, not even a hello?" She turned her head away, staring instead at the painting. "How mature of you." He scoffed following her gaze. "From an old deal... Naive girl, very shy. Wanted to be a successful artist. And why not, she had the talent just lacked recognition. But as the years went on her paintings were more... Disturbed." He smirked into the glass poised at his lips. "Nice of her to feature me in her last piece." He paused, turning back to look at Rae who's eyes were still trained on the painting. "You know your legs bleeding."
"I was hoping to bleed out and die before you got here." She mumbled.
"So you do still know how to talk then?"

Before she could come up with something to say back her phone beeped in her pocket. She pulled it out finding a text from Dean.

'Where are you? I'm with Sam and a damn shifter baby! Could use your help on this.'

"Well, you can let me go. Dean's with Sam and a shifter baby..." She trailed off with a frown, lifting her eyes to Crowley. "Shifters are spawning now?"

Crowley chuckled, standing and moving to his drinks cabinet. He poured two drinks and returned handing one to Rae. She placed it on the table with a scowl as she pondered what to say to Dean.

"Are you going to let me out or what?"
"Hm." He circle the lip of his glass with his finger. "I think those dim witted brothers can handle this one without you."

She sighed, tapping in a message.

'Working a case in Louisville. Back in a few days. Call if something is urgent.'

"I wonder how Dean will react when he finds out you have a thing for a demon. Or dear old Uncle Bobby."
"Ok... One, don't talk about Uncle B. Two, I do not have a 'thing' for a demon. I was drunk and alone and you were there."
"I was only there because you summoned me." He shot back, his eyes burning into hers.

Luckily for her another beep sounded from her phone. A second text from Dean.

'What's happening in Louisville? And any tips on how to keep a kid quiet?'
'I'm thinking angry spirit at the minute. Could be wrong. Where'd a shifter kid come from? And do I come across as the motherly type?!'
'Be careful. Sam's on his way back now, we don't know why they're breeding. And no, guess I should've seen that one coming from you, Trunchbull.'

She rolled her eyes, shoving her phone back into her pocket. Leaning forward she pressed a hand to her leg where the blood was drying on her jeans. Taking a breath she moved over to the piano, just noticing the smashed window was fixed, and sat down on the stool. She let her fingers brush the keys, pressing one and then another for a while. She wished she knew how to play so she could have something to take her mind of being trapped in the room.

She sat there for a while, listening to Crowley when he received a call from Samuel. Apparently they'd missed the alpha shifter but Dean now knew about them. Not their plan to catch them, just that they existed.

She was there for two days, sleeping in the arm chair and staring out of the window. She didn't talk to Crowley until the third morning. He was only there in the mornings and evenings but just those short periods of time were enough for her to be tempted to recreate their first escapade together. Luckily she had enough resolve to keep from pouncing on him.

She was itching to hunt or at least talk to someone that wasn't him and so she decided she would do whatever she could to annoy him into letting her go. Or killing her but she hoped the first would come sooner than the latter.

She sat on the arm of his chair where he sat in silence. He'd taken to doing this, his fingers linked together in front of him, elbows on the arm rests. He knew his silent presence bugged Rae and so he found it enjoyable. His eyes flickered to her as she looked down at him. She reached her hand forward as though she were going to brush her fingers along his cheek, instead she ran them into his hair, scrubbing back and forth to mess the brown locks up. He jerked his head away with a confused frown as she smiled to herself.

Swinging her legs around to rest over his lap, her feet dangling over the other side of the chair she watched his expression grow curious. She took one of his hands, stretching his fingers out and inspecting his nails.

"You should get a manicure. It'd go well with your suits."
"If you think I'm going to let you go because you're irritating you are wrong." He tilted his head, waiting for her reply.
"Killjoy."

She moved away from him and towards his drinks cabinet. Opening one door she took the first bottle of Craig she saw, tossing it carelessly over her shoulder and smiling at the sound of smashing glass. She did the same with four more bottles until a strong grip pulled her away, a bottle of Port in hand.

"What the hell are you doing?" Crowley shouted.
"I've got nothing but time in this room, idiot. So I'm going to spend it pissing you off until you let me hunt again."

She dropped the bottle in her hand, letting it smash, the contents splattering her jeans. Crowley's nostrils flared as he ground his teeth, glaring down at her. She knew he could hear how loud her heart was hammering but she could see his decision had been made. He clicked his fingers and the doors flew open.

"You're bike is downstairs." She made to run but he gripped her arm, sure to make bruises. "Don't forget you're still working for me."
"As long as I'm not trapped with you, I can live with catching your chew toys."