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"So, what's the deal between you and that girl, Theia?" asked Dean looking over at Crowley who was in the passenger seat.

"I own her soul, she sits back and looks pretty" said Crowley as Dean parked the car.

"Do you like the girl?" asked Dean as the exited the Impala.

"What is this? Your attempt at conversation? because it needs some work" said Crowley lowly.

"Fine, Fine" said Dean holding up his hands as a sign of innocence.

"Hey, let's stop for pizza" said Crowley remembering what Theia had told him about the pizza in Chicago.

Dean shot him a look "Are you serious?"

"Just heard it was good. That's all." shrugged off Crowley

Theia poked around the house for a few minutes before she found nothing too extraordinary and curled up on the couch with the book she had before. After she made it halfway through the book, she put the book down and ran a hand through her hair. She still believed that maybe she would open her eyes and realize that everything had been a dream. Theia fell asleep a few moments later, feeling sleep overcome her.

When she woke up the next day still curled into the same position on the couch. Theia stretched her arms and stood up, going to the kitchen for a spot of breakfast. She scavenged around before she found sandwich fixings in the fridge and decided to make one for breakfast. So, much for her cooking degree thought Theia with a forced laugh to herself. After she ate, Theia picked up a random book out of the many that were littered across the room and went back into her curled position to read.

The day ticked slowly back and forth between staring aimlessly at everything in the house and reading the book she had found, which spoke on demons and their traps and tricks. Theia watched the clock as the hours ticked by and wondered how the boys were fending against Death. She didn't know much of how she was supposed to entertain herself here, at Bobby's house. Theia had grown use to the abandoned house she had stayed at for so long, the constant drivel of thoughts hour by hour but this was something different. This house was filled with different things which fascinated Theia—from the books to the different artifacts—that all casually laid around the room. Before she knew it she had passed into the late afternoon. Only then did Crowley pop into the living room, when she was just about to finish the book on demons. The book taught her different wards and tricks to hurt a demon if one encountered one but Theia had read most of this online when she originally had summoned Crowley to make a deal.

"Okay, most of our business is finished here" he said, looking down at the girl.

Theia nodded holding out her hand. Crowley looked at it dumbly for a moment as if asking 'what'.

"I'm guessing we aren't going to stay here" she said expectantly for him to transport them. "Unless, of course, we are. I'd be fine with it, there are lots of books here and they've taught me many things on demons"

"No, we're leaving. There's too much imbecile here for me to tolerate." He said taking the outstretched hand and transporting them back to the small apartment they were at a couple days before.

"No more abandoned house?" questioned Theia raising an eyebrow at him teasingly, she felt better since she had met all of those other people.

"That place was a dump" he said as Theia went over to the kitchen

"May I remind you that you left me there for hmm…two months" she said opening the cabinets in search of a mug.

Crowley walked over to the kitchen where Theia had found two light blue mug in the top cabinet and begun making hot chocolate from packets she found in the bottom shelf.

"I saved you from being gutted may I remind you" he defended looking at her strangely as she heated the water. "And anyway, what happened to that whole broken pitiful young thing you had going?"

Theia rolled her eyes at his comment "A passing phase I assure you" She finished up the hot chocolate and placed a mug and spoon in front of the demon, who only looked at her skeptically in response.

"So, what is up with this whole attitude change then? Trying to lure me into a false sense of security then stab me in my sleep" he asked looking down at the short girl.

"You don't sleep but I'm sure I would be able to find a better way to end you if it suited me" she said stirring her hot chocolate.

His eyes flashed for a moment "You'd be very ambitious to ever try"

"Come on now I haven't poisoned your drink" she said gesturing for him to try it.

He eyed her warily before raising the mug to his lips all the while eyeing her over the rim.

"I liked your" began Theia thinking of the right word "acquaintances"

"They're useful"

"I thought you said they were 'imbeciles'" she said giving him a grin as she raised her mug to her lips.

"They're useful imbeciles" corrected Crowley.

Theia let out a small laugh, she gave up on trying to understand Crowley in anyway. Why should she have to think so much into everything can't she just enjoy things in the moment.

"I found them nice"

"You'd find a murder nice if I put you in the room with one"

"Well, I do find you nice" she said with an innocent grin.

"I find myself nice too and devilishly handsome of course" he said with a cheeky grin.

"You'd ruin any compliment I give you" she said rolling her eyes at him

"That was a back handed compliment at best, love"

Theia smiled to herself and shook her head, it was getting late and she was getting tired. She downed the rest of her hot chocolate before putting her cup in the sink.

"I'm gonna get some rest" she said giving him a small smile before turning to go to the bedroom.

Crowley watched the small girl walk into the other room. She was a curiosity wrapped in emotions and tied together in a string of complicated which were all packaged into a small body which was still covered with his coat. He shook his head, looking thoughtfully at the mug of hot chocolate she had made.

This is my shortest chapter. Blah. Cheers