Hope you all like it so far. I own nothing from Supernatural.

Crowley held Christine there in the kitchen for what seemed like hours. When he finally pulled away from her he pushed a stray hair back behind her ear.

" Well that was intense." Chris said with a nervous laugh. " Do you have those types of outbursts often?"

" Only when provoked." He answered her honestly. " I think it's best I go." He kissed her lightly on the cheek and turned to leave.

Christine grabbed his hand and pulled him back to her. " Please stay."

Crowley smiled at her, " How about you come with me? I have something I want to show you."

Christine studied him for a moment, " Okay." she said slowly. " I'll just get dressed."

" Don't be long." Crowley said to her as she walked to her bedroom.

Christine dressed casually. She thought about Crowley's outburst while she got ready. He seemed so angry about David. Maybe the agents had a good reason for asking so many questions about him. Honestly what did she really know about him? He was some kind of dealer for old weapons and stuff, and that his name was Fergus. Other than that, nothing. Of course they hadn't really been seeing each other that long, and he didn't know that much about her either. " Well that's about to change." she said to herself and left the bed room.

" Okay, I'm ready. " she said when she walked into the living room, but Crowley was gone. " Crowley?" she walked through the house looking for him. The house was empty, he was nowhere inside. She stepped outside the front door and saw him standing next to his car. " I was wondering where you were. Let me just grab my purse." she said and went back inside to get it. Crowley was acting very strange. She walked back out. " Okay, lets go." she said and walked out to his car.

Crowley opened her door and helped her in. He got in the drivers side and they pulled away from the curb. He reached out and took her and. " I'd like to apologize again for earlier. My reaction was uncalled for. I know that you still care for, " he paused, " him. You have an amazing capacity for caring and forgiveness. I've never met anyone like you."

Christine was stunned. " Thank you, I think. Are you going to tell me where we're going?" she asked trying to change the subject.

" I bought a house."

" You bought a house? A house? In just a few hours? Is that even possible?"

" It is with enough money."

She was shocked. " But what about the forms, and the inspections, and all of that other stuff?"

" No need, it's mine. Keys are right there." He pointed to a set of keys in the cup holder. " Want to go take a look?" he asked her.

" Yeah, of course." she said. Christine was beginning to think something was wrong. It didn't matter how much money you had, there was no way you could buy a house in a few hours.

" So tell me something about yourself."

" What would you like to know?" Crowley countered.

" Tell me about your child hood. Where did you grow up? What were your parents like?"

" Nothing to tell love. My childhood was spent in a small village in Scotland." His hands tightened on the wheel. " My mother, " he started, but then stopped and cleared his throat and started again. " My mother wasn't around , neither was my father."

" I'm so sorry," she said, and reached for his hand, which he pulled away.

" You don't have to be sorry, it is what it is." he told her.

They rode in silence the rest of the way to his home. Crowley was uncomfortable with the whole situation at this point. Being with Christine was becoming a distraction, he didn't know if he could take the next 10 years. Maybe it was the angels grace, or maybe it was the deal he'd made with her, but he was starting to feel something for her. A definite fondness. He cared for her, deeply. In all his years as a demon or human no woman had ever made him react this way.

" I'm sorry love, I think I'm just having a bad day. My childhood was nothing worth dwelling on. I'd much rather just enjoy the day with you."

Christine smiled at him. " That's fine. So where does one go to school to be a hunter of ancient artifacts? "

" No school involved really, I just have a knack for it." he replied. " Ah, here we are." He told her as he turned into the drive. A black wrought iron gate stood 50 feet back from the road and a large stone wall surrounded the property. " Good job." he murmured under his breath. He pulled up to the gate box and punched in the code 666*. It rolled out of the way and he pulled in. Christine turned around to watch the gate slowly roll closed behind them.

" This is amazing." she said as her eyes roamed over the grounds. They were beautiful and looked as if a professional gardener worked on them day and night to make them just right. It was like something out of a movie.

Crowley pulled into the drive way next to the house and turned off the car. " Ready for the grand tour?" he asked.

"I guess." said Christine still taking in her surroundings.

Crowley went around and opened her door and helped her out of the passenger seat. Closing the door, he offered her his arm and they walked to the door. Crowley opened the door for her, then let her step through first.

Christine was speechless, the house was gorgeous. From the hardwood floors to the vaulted ceilings, it looked like she had stepped into some kind of home magazine. Everything was absolutely perfect. " I feel under dressed." she said as she stared at the room around her.

" Nonsense. Come on, I'll show you around." He took her hand and led her room to room letting her explore and see what he could offer her. " Last on our tour, is the bedroom."

" Saving the best for last?" Chris joked with him.

" Perhaps." he said and led her through the door.

Along the back wall of the room sat a king sized bed, the red comforter looked soft and shiny. ' I bet it's silk' she thought to herself. She wandered through the room. The dark wood of the furniture and the heavy curtains on the window seemed to suck the light from the room, it was dim even though it was only a bit past 5 in the evening. She made her way into the master bathroom and found not only the biggest bathtub she'd ever seen, but a shower that looked like 10 people could shower at once.

" So what do you think love?"

" I can't even begin," she started to say, " I mean, what can I say? It's absolutely the most beautiful house I've ever seen."

Crowley walked to her and pulled her close to him. " I'm glad you like it, because I'm planning on you spending an obscene amount of time here." and he kissed her. He moved his hand up to cup her cheek. When he went to deepen the kiss she didn't resist and opened her mouth to him. He could feel her soft tongue against his. He started moving forward , pushing her back to the bed. Never breaking the kiss. When her knees hit the bed, he laid her down gently. He stood and shed his jacket, tie and shirt. He toed off his shoes and pulled off his socks. Christine had wiggled her way higher up in the bed, and he crawled to her. Covering her body with his he began to kiss and suck at her sensitive spots on her neck. " You. " he said and kissed her neck again, " are severely overdressed." He sat back on his knees and pulled her into a sitting position. He pulled her shirt off over her head and did away with her bra. " Now we're even." he said and laid her back down and began kissing his way down to her breasts. " You are exquisite." and he took her nipple in his mouth, biting slightly, while he caressed her other breast. Chris moaned and grabbed his head. She could feel heat pooling between her legs and her body began to move against his. She reached for the buckle of his belt and pulled it free and slid the belt through the loops. Crowley returned to her lips. Their kiss was passionate, and he unbuttoned her jeans and reached in to find that she had skipped underwear.

" No panties. Naughty girl." he said as his finger slipped into her folds to find her nub. He kissed her again. Christine pushed his shoulders and switched positions. Crowley lay on his back while she straddled him. She could feel his erection through his pants and she rubbed herself against him.

" Is Daddy ready for me?" she asked, using the name he liked to call himself, as she started kissing her way down his chest. She stopped when she reached the top of his pants. She moved off of him long enough to pull them down and off and toss them aside. Crowley was big, and she wondered how his cock ever fit inside her. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to the tip and Crowley moaned.

" Daddy's ready love. So very ready for you."

Chris took the head in her mouth and worked the shaft with her hand. Crowley was coming undone. " Now love, I need you now." He sat up and flipped her over onto her back, taking her pants off and throwing them on the floor. He knelt between her legs and pulled her to him and placed her legs on his shoulders. Crowley reached down and placed himself at her entrance and pushed in. Christine moaned his name, and when he was fully seated in her he began to move. Strong quick strokes. Her legs on his shoulders gave him the perfect angle to brush her g spot each time he entered her. Chris put her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. When they broke Crowley looked deep into her eyes, and something broke inside him. He took her legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist. He laced his fingers through hers and placed their joined hands above her head. Never looking away from those beautiful blue eyes, Crowley began to make love to her. Long slow strokes. He would lean down to kiss her and then look back into her eyes. She was his, and he was hers. He would never let her go. Ever. He would fight every angel and demon in the universe to keep her with him. No one and nothing would take her from him. He could hear moans and feel the way she moved against him, he knew her orgasm was building, he could feel her beginning to tighten around him. When her orgasm took her, Crowley followed. He collapsed on top of her, his head buried in the crook of her neck. He felt her arms go around him. He clung to her, because if he let her go he was afraid he would wake up from this dream.

" My God." said Christine.

Crowley couldn't even muster an answer. His mind was holding on to one thought, and it terrified him and elated him all at the same time. ' I love her'.

They lay together in the bed for a few moments before Christine broke the silence, " Mind if I run to the bathroom to freshen up?"

" Of course love. Just through those doors." he motioned to a set of french doors on the far wall.

"I'll only be a few minutes." she said.

" Take your time. When you're ready we'll find you something to eat." he told her and kissed her softly.

Christine climbed out of bed and gathered her clothes up. Crowley watched her walk to the bathroom and shut the doors behind her. He got up and threw on his pants and shirt and put on his socks and shoes. Leaving his tie and jacket behind, he left the room and walked quickly down to the basement and through the door that led him to his office in hell. He began to look furiously through the shelves of books for the one containing the ritual to bind the angels grace to him. Finally after a few minutes of rifling through books he found it. Flipping quickly to the ritual he began to read through it more carefully. Finally on the next to last paragraph he found what he was looking for. It read:

" Caution must be taken when combining the demon and angel. Great powers are unleashed and therefore must be in a strong vessel.

" No problem there," he muttered to himself as he continued reading.

" This binding ritual has only been attempted once before and it was unsuccessful. The vessel was destroyed."

" Well that's extremely unhelpful." he said as he closed the book. He sat wondering if it was the combination of the demon and the grace that was making him feel things that he shouldn't be. He pulled Christine's contract out of his safe. He re-read it several times but nothing jumped out at him about love or feelings. He put all of his things away and made his way back up into the house. He found Christine sitting in the living room on the couch.

" Sorry darling, had a business call to take. I hope you weren't waiting long."

Christine rose from the couch and walked over to him, " I was wondering where you disappeared to." she said.

Crowley looked at her, she was stunning. Would it really be so bad to love her? At least for the next 10 years, how hard could it be?

" Hey, where are you?" she asked him, grabbing his hand.

" Sorry darling, work on the mind." he held her hand and led her to the back of the house to the kitchen. " Now, what would you like to eat? Anything, just name it. I'll whip it up for you."

Christine took a seat at the kitchen island bar. " Anything?" she asked.

" Well don't get crazy." he cautioned her.

" Hmmm," she pondered. " How about sushi?"

" Did I not just say, don't get crazy?" he smirked at her. " For you however," he said and turned and opened a full sized refrigerator. Using a quick bit of magic he pulled out all of the ingredients he would need.

" You just happen to have stuff to make sushi lying around in a brand new house you just bought this morning."

" One thing you'll learn about me Christine is that I'm always prepared. It's amazing what a little money can accomplish. Now I don't intend to do this alone." he said and tossed her an apron.

They spent the next hour making an absolute mess in the kitchen. Crowley couldn't remembered the last time he had enjoyed anyone's company as much as he did Christine's. He would be content to sit in a room and watch her read a book if it meant he could be near her. They ate together and talked about everything under the sun, he was careful to avoid his past. After they had both eaten and cleaned up Christine picked up her purse, " I had a great time with you today, but I really have to go.

" I think you should stay." He told her.

" I wish I could but I picked up an extra shift so I have to work in the morning."

" You could leave from here, it's not really that far." he countered.

" None of my uniforms are here, and my car is still at the diner." she said.

" I can take care of all of that." he told her. " Stay with me." he said.

Christine thought about it for a minute. Why couldn't she stay? He could drive her to get her car early and she could still shower and be at work by 8. " I guess I could, if we leave early you could drop me by to get my car then i could go home and get ready."

" What did I just say? Give me your keys." he told her and held out his hand. Christine dug them out of her purse and placed them in his open palm. " Now, make yourself at home while I do what I do best."

" And what exactly is that?" she asked.

" Work a little magic." he said, and left her standing in the living room.

Crowley pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. " Dominic, I need you to run a little errand for me." Crowley tossed the keys in the air and they disappeared. " Did you get them? Good. I need you to pick up the car and drive it to her house. I'll send you a list of things she needs. Be quick about it." He hung up and sent the location of the car and Christine's home address. He walked back to where Chris was waiting. " What will you need for the morning?" She rattled off a list of things. He texted the list to his demon, then waited for his phone to ring. " Yes, and bring the car here as well after you have everything." He hung up. He checked on Christine and found her curled up on the couch watching television. He made his way back to the kitchen and made another call. The phone rang and finally someone answered.

" Crowley it's about damn time." said Dean.

" I could hang up and call back another time."

" It's fine. Where are we meeting?" he asked.

Crowley gave them an address of an abandoned building not far from his new home. " I'll meet you there at 2. Don't try any of your little party tricks, or did you forget how they turned out for you last time?" and he ended the call. He walked back into the living room, Christine was still on the couch watching TV.

" What is this?" he asked in a bored tone. He never understood the fascination with television.

" This is Taken, it's a pretty good movie." she answered.

" Taken where?" he asked.

Christine just stared at him. " Are you serious? You've never seen this? " she asked.

" Can't say that I have. Don't really watch much television. I'm more interested in books, and music."

Christine turned off the TV. " What kinds of books?"

" Mainly old texts, focusing on the occult."

" Really." she commented. " That's kind of weird. What about music?"

They talked for the next while about music and books, places he'd traveled, places she wanted to travel. His phone rang and interrupted their conversation. " Yes." he answered. The demon on the other end told him that everything was done and that the keys to her car were in the ignition. " Good job." and he hung up. " Well my dear, your car is here and your things are in the backseat. Keys are in the ignition. If you'd like to go out and get them.

Christine walked out of the front door and around the side of the house to see her car sitting there in the drive. She opened the door and found her keys hanging in the ignition and found her uniform and work bag sitting neatly on the backseat. In her bag she found all of her toiletries and night clothes and fresh underthings. She picked them all up and took them inside. " I don't know who you have working for you but they're good. Even remembered my boots." she said.

" Of course they're good, they work for me."

Chris just rolled her eyes, " I'm just gonna put these in the bedroom." she said walking past him. Crowley got up and followed her. She walked into the bedroom and placed her bag on a chair near the closet and hung her uniform on the doorknob. She sat her boots on the floor and turned to see Crowley standing in the doorway. He was truly a handsome man, and she felt so drawn to him. " Can I help you?" she said playfully.

" Oh I think you can." he said and closed the door behind him. They spent the night wrapped up in each other, and Christine was not happy when her alarm went off at 0630 the next morning.

At 0730 Christine left for work and Crowley spent the morning in Hell, taking care of small complaints. Checking up on contracts that were about to come due. At 2pm he appeared in front of the abandoned building and could tell that the Winchesters were inside. He decided not to go on the front, but went around back and appeared behind them.

" Hello boys." she said.

The both jumped and turned to see him standing there. " Dammit!" shouted Sam.

" Sorry, did I scare you?" asked Crowley.

" No." said Dean

" Of course. Well, what exactly would you like to talk about? "

" How about Alice Harper?" asked Sam.

" First," Crowley said, " if you have any recording devices, they've all been disabled. Now, Alice Harper. Bit of a bitch really, husband sold his soul for her and she betrayed him. Poor chap committed suicide."

" So you took care of her." said Dean.

" In my defense, she shot me. Bloody hurt, and ruined one of my favorite shirts."

Sam and Dean looked at each other. " So what about David Gray?"

Crowley glared at them. " Not me. Sorry. I did happen to make contact with Alanna, the demon he left with. Seems he got a bit rough with her, she didn't like it."

" So you had nothing to do with it?" asked Sam

" I may have pointed her in his direction, but what happened after that is out of my hands." He told them. " Now, I've answered all of your questions. Is there anything else you'd like to discuss?" He asked, knowing that they would bring up Christine.

" So about the girl," started Dean.

" I told you, she's off limits. Stay away from her." Crowley stated flatly. " She belongs to me." his eyes flashed red and his wings spread from his back.

" Looks like we hit a bit of a sore spot," said Dean. " Wonder what would happen if I asked her out?" he said jokingly.

Crowley roared at them and they flew into the air, hanging there as if by ropes. They were both grabbing at their throats. As they hung there, Crowley spoke in a deep demonic voice. " If you come near her I'll put you both in the deepest pit of hell I can find." He flung them back to the ground, " Are we clear? " They both nodded their head, unable to speak. Crowley's wings folded back into his back. " If there's anything else you need, by all means don't call me." He turned and left.

Sam got to his feet and followed him out. " Crowley!" he called after him.

"And here I always thought you were the smart one moose." he said has he turned toward him.

" Look, I'm sorry about Dean, he always takes things too far. For what it's worth I believe you care for her."

" What do you want?" Crowley asked, trying to hurry him along.

" So during our research we've found some things that don't add up,"

Crowley rolled his eyes.

" No, I'm not talking about you. Look, we started looking into Christine's fathers death. We got the autopsy report, he was perfectly healthy. There's no way he should have died on that table. Also in the coroners office, there's a file for a Richard Evans. Report says that he was struck by a car, witnesses say that he was covered symbols that looked like they were made in blood. Before he died he told er staff that he had told her that she was playing with things she shouldn't be. 6 months ago, there was a woman who died in her home. Coroners report says cause of death was drowning. She was found in her bed. Now, I know that's not a lot right now, but we're still looking. We'll back off, but there's something strange going on here."

Crowley studied Sam, he knew he was telling the truth. " Fine, do your looking. If I hear of anything I'll let you know." He told Sam. " Can I ask you a question?"

" Sure." Sam replied.

" In your travels, cases, research you've done. Have you ever come across a demon that fell in love with a human woman?"

" No. From everything I've ever read or known, demons aren't capable."

" Right." Crowley said, " Good to know." and he blinked out of sight.