"Only good things I hope," He smiled sarcastically. "I'll see you inside then," Eloise nodded before continuing on her path to Dean, who was leaning against the Impala, his gaze fixed on her.
"Start talking," He demanded the second she was within earshot.
Eloise leaned next to him, close enough that their arms were touching. She wanted to lean her head on his shoulder. Feel a kind of comfort that was safe and familiar.
"I didn't mean for it to be this way. Obviously. I did resist at first. But the more I did the worse the torture got. I could have stuck it out, but who knows how long he would have kept me like that. So, I played his game. He wanted me to break so I did and...it felt so good. We walk around with all this on our shoulders and we never get the chance to take it off,"
"What, so you get off on being Crowley's punching bag?" Eloise had to admit that was exactly what it sounded like.
"I don't like it. Not the pain anyway. It just feels good to give in. To let myself be vulnerable instead of bottling up all these emotions," Her eyes felt bright and hopeful when she turned them to him. He could see her sincerity. Could tell she didn't feel like she was doing anything wrong. He was quiet for a minute.
"Okay, I guess I can see where you're coming from, but..." Of course there was a but. "I still don't get why you let him cuddle up to you like that," A look of disgust came over his face and Eloise smiled.
"He's just asserting himself. Last night he wanted everyone to know he owns me. I mean, I know the only thing holding me there was his arm, but...he's a demon and if I'd tried to get away he only would have made things worse. And the alcohol," She snorted. "Can you blame me?" Dean raised his eyebrows in understanding.
"What about this morning?" One last hurdle.
Eloise shrugged.
"Hell if I know. Maybe he likes to cuddle. And...I can't really help it, Dean. If Lucifer himself snuggled up to me I'd probably let him," Eloise knew she wasn't telling Dean anything he didn't already know. He'd been at the brunt of her cuddling addiction many times.
"Yeah, well that's comforting," Dean grumbled. She nudged him and, to her relief, he wrapped an arm around her, giving her a tight squeeze.
"I'm sorry, Dean. I really am. Disappointing you...it's worse than anything," Dean kissed her temple and rubbed her arm.
"Don't worry about it, kiddo. We all have our moments," Eloise raised her eyebrows. This felt like a little more than a moment to her.
"Think you could talk to Bobby? He's still not...looking at me," The relief of having Dean back on her side dulled when Bobby came to mind. If there was anyone who wouldn't forgive her it was him.
"Yeah, I'll see what I can do. Just try to keep a leash on Crowley," Dean patted her back and she pushed away from the car.
"Yeah, that's gonna happen." She said sarcastically. The two shot each other a tight smile before Eloise turned away, making her way back to the house.
The scene inside was almost funny. Castiel was in the living room, staring out the window, appearing to be intensely focused on something. Crowley was a short distance away at Bobby's desk, feet propped up as he tore pages out of a book, rolling the paper into small balls and throwing them at Castiel. Sam and Bobby were in the kitchen, eating sandwiches with their noses crammed into books.
Eloise crossed the living room quickly, snatching the book out of Crowley's hands. "Stop that," She hissed, examining the missing pages. She closed the book and turned it over to see the title.
"The Holy Bible? Are you serious?" She held the book up, cocking and eyebrow at him.
"As a heart attack, love," He gave her a look as if daring her to do something before he balled up another piece of paper and tossing it at Castiel. He smiled and pumped his fist when it bounced off the angel's head.