HEY GUYSSSS, SO I am back with another chapter, I don't know why I'm so into this story like it isn't even one of my more popular ones, like not as many people like it but I still just really love writing it and I am so so so grateful to you readers out there who do like it! You are my motivation and I love you!

WARNING: Sass content is v v high in this chapter

Like all other chapters in this story.

I apologise for the overload of sass. YAY.

So here you go, I really hope you like it! If you'd like, give me some feedback, it'd really help :)

This strange method of travelling that demons seemed to possess was proving difficult for Clara to get used to. It didn't help that Crowley kept zapping her away somewhere when she least expected it, giving her no time whatsoever to mentally prepare herself. He did this intentionally, she was sure of it.

She took a moment to catch her breath and took a shaky step away from Crowley, fiddling with her hair almost nervously.

"We're outside a pub," She panted, casting a glance up to the building they were now standing in front of thanks to Crowley's 'first-class demon travel'. The door was ajar, and she could hear faint music and a hum of conversation and raucous laughter coming from inside.

"Heavens above, nothing gets past you, does it, Clara?" Crowley adopted a mockingly sarcastic tone, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his coat. "Was it the abundance of alcohol that gave it away or the sign that reads 'bar'?"

Clara pulled a face, refusing to give in to the strong urge to stick her tongue out at him petulantly. She adjusted her hair, brushed herself down, and began walking towards the entrance. She threw a quick smirk over her shoulder.

"That's it, you're not getting a tip, taxi man."

She smiled as she heard Crowley's soft chuckle from close behind her and made her way into the crowded bar. She had never been to a bar in America before, she realised. It couldn't be that different to England, surely, but she still had a faint buzz of nervousness in her stomach as she seated herself beside Crowley who promptly ordered their drinks. She wasn't sure if the fluttering sensation she was feeling in her stomach was from being in an entirely new situation, or because she was actually sitting beside the king of hell, effectively on a date with him. Trouble was, if she did in fact happen to be on a date with the demon, she was actually enjoying it. It was mildly disconcerting to her that instead of being put off by the danger that came with this man, she wanted to move closer to him.

She took a dainty sip of the cocktail that had been placed in front of her and chanced a sidelong glance at Crowley. He returned her gaze with that ridiculously relaxed smile of his, taping his index finger against his glass absentmindedly. Clara inclined her head towards his scotch and felt a smile grace her lips.

"Whiskey is the eleventh most disgusting thing ever invented," She mused almost teasingly, remembering a time when she had said something similar on one of her many adventures with the Doctor. That all seemed so long ago now, she realised with a sudden ache of sadness and fondness all rolled into one. She treasured every trip she had ever had with that man in his battered blue box. She couldn't bear the thought that she might never get to travel in the Tardis again.

Crowley narrowed his eyes almost suspiciously, as if she had just said something that could potentially label her as clinically insane. He looked about to respond with some snarky retort, but something shifted in his eyes and he merely smirked and raised his glass to her.

"A spirit for a spirit," He took a sip and surveyed her once again with a pause. "You have a list?"

"Don't worry, demons aren't on it," Clara grinned, extracting a small chuckle from Crowley as he downed another gulp of whiskey. "Yet."

"You humans have too much time on your hands," Crowley replied with a scoff. Clara stirred her cocktail thoughtfully for a moment, her smile still in place. The thought crossed her mind that she should feel disturbed that she was actually having fun, feeling more relaxed than she had in ages. By right, she realised, she should not feel safe with this man, but she couldn't bring herself to feel anything but. She shook her head slowly in amusement and then looked up at the demon king from under her lashes.

"You're actually quite sweet, for a demon."

Crowley choked on his scotch.

"I beg your pardon?"

Clara stifled a laugh at his horrified reaction and decided to continue teasing him. God knows he had done it to her enough times. It was her turn to make him flustered, or to at least see if it was even a possible feat.

"Well, you're clearly just doing this for my benefit," She raised an eyebrow almost flirtatiously and sipped her drink innocently. Crowley frowned.

"How so?"

"Demons don't need to eat or drink or sleep, right?" Clara tested, shifted slightly closer.

"All the most banal aspects of human existence, yes," Crowley leaned forward, his eyes narrowed cautiously. "Your point?"

"Can you even taste that?" Clara gestured to his scotch dubiously and Crowley looked down at it in surprise, her question catching him off guard. Clara studied him intently. He wasn't flustered, by he hadn't been expecting her question either. The demon shrugged.

"I've learned to," He frowned at the amber liquid inside the glass. "It's actually quite enjoyable. If I'm going to walk the face of this godforsaken Earth I might as well acquire a taste for the finer things in life," He paused. "But it has to be strong."

"A demon's only weakness," Clara grinned widely, shifting in her seat. "It takes a lot to get them drunk."

"Call it a weakness if you wish," Crowley smirked, downing the rest of his glass in one gulp and gesturing for another.

"I'll remember that for future reference," Clara smiled coyly, watching the mischievous spark in Crowley's eyes.

"And you say you're not a flirt."

Clara bit her lip, when instead she knew she should be biting her tongue. Flirting with the king of hell was as dangerous as it was irresistible. She couldn't seem to help herself. Fighting another blush, she took a quick gulp of her drink and stared defiantly at her hands.

"You're a right chancer, aren't you?" She sighed, a ghost of a smile playing around her lips.

"Darling, I'm the daringest devil you've ever met," Crowley raised his drink to hers, and she laughed as they clinked glasses.

She shouldn't be enjoying this as much as she was, but it became evident with every passing minute that she really genuinely liked Crowley. She was enjoying his company, loving the way he kept her on her toes with his snarky comments and witty humour. Part of her brain was screaming that this was wrong, all wrong, but she shoved it aside. She deserved a break. She deserved to be able to do what she wanted for once.

"You're very good at getting into trouble," Crowley scrutinized her carefully, amusement dancing in his eyes. He almost looked impressed. "Please don't get yourself killed while you're with me. The Doctor would never understand."

"What's wrong with a little danger?" Clara grinned, edging closer to Crowley. "Normal is boring."

"Running away with a demon, dangerous, possibly, most definitely, very stupid," Crowley's eyes glinted as he looked at her. "Anything could happen."

"That's what I'm counting on," Clara felt a warm feeling shoot through her as Crowley smiled. A proper smile, not even his usual smirk. Why did the fact that she had managed to make a demon smile cause her to feel so happy?

Clara sighed and looked down at her drink thoughtfully. She was on her third one, and that was her pacing herself. She was completely losing track of time, and she didn't even care in the slightest.

"I must be an idiot. Good people are not supposed to go out for drinks with evil people," She tapped her fingers against the rim of her glass exasperatedly. "It's rule one of basic storytelling."

"Whatever you want to believe, love," Crowley downed his- What was that now, his fourth?- scotch, and Clara exhaled softly. She looked at him closely. He wasn't even showing any signs of becoming tipsy. Perks of being partially dead, she supposed. That got her thinking.

She cast a fleeting glance around her. The atmosphere in this bar was nice, it made her feel relaxed, and everyone was immersed in their own business. No chance of anyone listening in.

She leaned closer to Crowley who was currently nursing his fifth scotch and tapped his arm softly. He looked up in surprise. Clara blinked, suddenly feeling self-conscious. She hadn't realised she had gotten so close to him, but it was too late to worry about that now.

"Hey, how does someone actually become a demon then?" She made sure to keep her voice quiet, though she was certain no one was eavesdropping and would accuse her a being a manic Satan worshipper. "Subtract love and compassion, add anger and hatred or something?"

Crowley raised his eyebrows and huffed.

"I wouldn't worry about the process, if I were you. I'd be more concerned about the result," He gave her a look that was halfway between pride and annoyance. "I still can't believe you accidentally summoned three lower level demons."

Clara leaned back slightly and pursed her lips, the reminder of her stupidity sending a sharp shot of shame through her.

"I didn't think it through," She replied curtly, taking a quick sip of her drink.

"Apparently so," Crowley murmured. His eyes suddenly turned teasing and he smirked teasingly. "Still, I'm impressed at the lengths you'll go to get a date."

"I wasn't looking for a date!" Clara retorted too quickly, trying her hardest not to sound too defensive. "I honestly just wanted to shout at you."

"Bless. Such a charmer."

A sly smile curved across Clara's lips slowly and Crowley looked at her with a raised brow.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Clara beamed smugly. "You're a heartless demon and you're actually enjoying my company."

A ghost of a smirk played around Crowley's lips and Clara had to quickly snap herself out of her stupor when she realised she had been staring at them. She sat up quickly, gulping down the rest of her drink and trying to hide her blush.

"That's absurd," Crowley finally replied in a light mocking tone, his amusement evident as he decided to mess with her head. Teasing her seemed to be his favourite thing to do, much to Clara's infuriation. "Why would I enjoy the company of someone who could snap into control freak mode at any minute?"

"Why would I enjoy the company of someone who could snap someone's neck at any minute?" Clara shot back quickly, and Crowley gave a casual shrug. "And for the last time, I am not-"

"Blah blah blah, I know the drill. See? It happens at any moment," Crowley was clearly enjoying the reaction he was getting from her. "It's a lottery with you, isn't it, Teach?"

"Shut up."

"Yes, boss."

Clara found herself studying Crowley again, trying to be at least a tiny bit subtle about it. It was still strange seeing him without multiple chains restraining him from massacring everyone in sight. It was even stranger that he was simply sitting there, right beside her, and hadn't attempted to kill her yet. She could almost forget what he was, if she really tried. Somehow, she realised, she didn't have to try. She simply didn't care what he was.

Crowley was frowning slightly, as if there was something on his mind. Clara found herself wanting to know what it was that was bothering him. She was intrigued by him, she couldn't deny it. The demon looked about to say something, then seemed to think better of it and resumed his previous thoughtful expression, mouth clamped shut."

"What?" Clara asked softly, propping her elbow up and resting her chin on her hand to look at him.

Crowley met her gaze and hesitated. He was doing that thing again, the thing where appeared to be seeing more than just her, but her very soul itself. Finally, he spoke.

"You're out having a drink with a murderous demon, and you're okay with that?"

His eyes gave nothing away in regard to how he was anticipating her answer. Clara paused for a moment to think, deciding that honestly was the best policy. Not that Crowley had any virtues of his own.

"Yeah, fine," She replied finally with a nonchalant shrug. "Think I'm fine."

Crowley gave a short, sharp bark of a laugh. He looked about to reply, when his pocket buzzed. He frowned, retrieving his phone from his pocket as Clara watched with expectant eyes.

Crowley looked at the caller ID, swore, threw his eyes up to heaven and answered with a curt, "What do you want, Moose?"

Clara raised her eyebrows and Crowley merely scowled as he listened to what the caller had to say. Clara assumed the person on the other end of the line was no pal of the king of hell's.

Crowley's expression changed suddenly from one of annoyance to one of interest and he leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with something akin to amusement.

"Is that right?"

His tone flipped like a switch from irritated to curious and mischievous as his interest clearly peaked. Clara widened her eyes and mouthed the word 'what' at him, her own curiosity growing. Crowley held up a finger to silence her, and Clara pouted.

"Well, as it so happens, she's actually right here with me."

Clara eyes were the size of dinner plates at this point and she began fidgeting. She desperately wanted to know what was going on, leaning closer to Crowley and straining to hear the voice at the other end of the line. Crowley heaved an exasperated sigh suddenly, reacting to something the caller had said.

"Now, now, why on Earth would I lie?"

There was a pause and Clara could faintly hear accusing mutters emitting from the phone, though she couldn't make out what they were saying. Crowley tutted in annoyance, his expression one of lazy arrogance.

"Well, it looks like someone's managed an astonishingly good impersonation of her then."

"Who?" Clara mouthed this time, and Crowley covered the mouthpiece for a brief moment before hissing the word "Winchester".

Clara gasped, immediately wondering why they were talking about her. How did they even know about her? Had the Doctor managed to find them after all? She was buzzing with questions, practically hopping up and down as she waited for Crowley to finish the call.

"No, I did not hurt her- No, I'm not lying- Mother of sin, what is this, an intervention?" Crowley growled, clenching the phone a fraction tighter. "Of course, Mother, we'll be there shortly. Toodles."

He sang the last words cheerily before hanging up the phone with an expression as if he wanted to wipe out an entire continent vivid on his face. He rolled his eyes.

"Bloody Winchesters, they seem to get their teeth into everything," He grumbled, pocketing the phone again.

"The hunters?" Clara breathed, wanting as many answers as possible in as little time as possible.

"Yes, Sam Winchester to be exact," Crowley replied airily, downing the last of his whiskey. "They're with the alien nurse."

"They're with the Doctor?!" Clara gasped, wondering fleeting how on Earth the Time Lord had managed to locate them. She hoped he hadn't scanned too many unfortunate unsuspecting Americans in his efforts. "So what do we do now?"

"We go to them," Crowley faked a smile before grimacing. Clara gave him a pitying glance, understanding why a demon wouldn't exactly be thrilled to have to converse with a pair of hunters. "Apparently, they need me too. Not just a taxi this time."

Clara opened her mouth to ask what they were actually needed for, when she realised it was probably better to just figure it out as they went along. Things never seemed to go to plan anyway, so why should she bother even imagining what they might be up to? She felt her sudden rush of excitement wane slightly as she finished the last of her drink. She hated to admit it, but she had enjoyed this.

"It's almost disappointing, isn't it?" The words were out of her mouth before she even realised she was going to say them, her tone soft. "Having to go back to all the drama. This was nice."

"For once, I think we agree on something," Crowley smiled wanly, giving his remnants of his whiskey a quick swirl before downing them. Clara smirked, letting her imagination run away with her for a moment.

"I say we leg it," She joked half-heartedly, a small part of her actually wishing they could. She laid her chin on the heel of her hand and smiled as she let her thoughts run away with her. "You demon zap us, I don't know, to Majorca or some place and we just stay there and forget about all our troubles over here."

Crowley chuckled at that, and Clara slowly snapped out of her pointless reverie. She seemed to be making a habit of becoming extremely comfortable around the demon, so much so that she was more herself with him than she was with almost anyone.

"You read too much," Crowley quipped back, standing up. Clara followed suit.

"You're right," She sighed lightly. She gave him a nudge. "Besides, it'd be boring in Majorca. Nice weather I guess, but where's the adventure in that?"

"Exactly," Crowley took her hand, and this time Clara couldn't ignore the jolt of electricity that sparked from their intertwined hands throughout her entire body. She held her breath as Crowley smirked down at her. "If you want to go somewhere hot, try Hell."

Clara was expecting the transition this time, and closed her eyes in advance, squeezing Crowley's hand tightly. She peeked open one eye slowly, just to check that they had in fact moved. The quick trip had been much smoother this time round, and she had barely felt it. Crowley was right, you did get used to it.

"Where are we?" She breathed, releasing Crowley's hand and taking a slow step forward, looking upwards at the tall desolate building in front of them. It appeared to be some sort of old warehouse, long forgotten by most, and the flimsy wooden doors that led to the interior were littered with all sorts of symbols that Clara had grown to recognise.

"We'll soon see," Crowley replied vaguely, striding past her and leading the way. "Come on."

"Wait!" Clara called out, jogging a few steps to catch up and grabbing his arm to jolt him in his steps. "Shouldn't we be at least a little bit cautious? Worried, even? We don't exactly know what we're walking into here. And you're a demon."

The dark building had a cold, empty feel about it and it put Clara on edge, though she hated to admit her discomfort to Crowley. The demon simply shrugged.

"I'm not concerned. I'll leave that to you."

"I'm not concerned, I'm just…" She paused, searching for the right word as they continued to walk and Crowley pulled open the door. "Careful."

"Good for you," Crowley smirked and held the door open for her in a grand gesture, motioning for her to proceed first. Clara rolled her eyes at him and walked through, deciding it was best to leave all caution behind them. Besides, the Doctor was here, wasn't he? She couldn't help to feel worried for Crowley though, a nagging feeling that caused her insides to curl in on themselves uncomfortably. She knew how badly demons could be treated, and she felt strangely protective of him even though she knew full well he was more than capable of looking after himself.

She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dim light in the vast room. She heard the door shut behind her, the echo resonating off the walls and the high ceiling. The warehouse was mostly empty, and it took her all of two seconds to lay her eyes on the other people who were present there.

The first person she noticed was the Doctor.

"Doctor!" She exclaimed, feeling a smile spread across her face at seeing him. She observed him quickly, making sure he was alright. He looked exactly the same as she had last seen him, though he didn't seem as happy to see her as she was to see him. That was when she realised that he was looking past her, at Crowley who was approaching slowly, a half smirk in place on his confident face.

"Clara, step away from him," The Doctor warned quietly, taking a step towards them.

"Doctor," Crowley smiled warmly at the Time Lord, his voice bright and cheery. Clara could see right through the façade, right into the cold hardness of his eyes. "Wonderful day you're ruining, isn't it?"

The Time Lord didn't reply, and Crowley attention lapsed and moved on to another subject.

"Moose, Squirrel," He greeted brightly, moving to stand beside Clara. His smirk grew. "Is that an angel blade hidden up your sleeve, Castiel, or are you just happy to see me?"

It was then that Clara noticed the others in the room. Standing just to the left of the Doctor was a dark haired man clad in a long trench coat, glaring at Crowley with distrust etched across his face. Clara could now see that his hand was tightly curled around a long, shimmering blade that almost seemed to glow in an unearthly fashion. One look at this man's bright blue, suspicious eyes, and she knew he wasn't human.

Her eyes fell to the other two men, and her mouth dropped open.

"It's you!" She exclaimed loudly, pointing at the pair who exchanged look of equal shock and confusion. "You two! I saw you in the library!"

It all began to click into place now, everything, the names, the fact that these two were hunters…

Sam huffed a breath of disbelief and took a slow step forward, looking at Clara intently. He pointed a finger at her almost accusingly.

"You were there?"

"Yes!" Clara looked from one brother to the other, wondering how she hadn't put two and two together sooner. "Oh my stars!"

"No, no, no, see, I think I would've remembered seeing you," Dean's eyes crinkled as he spoke, his tone flirtatious. Clara raised her eyebrows and folded her arms, giving him a challenging stare which shut him right up.

"Can it, Squirrel," Crowley growled through gritted teeth. Dean opened his mouth to protest, one arm held out in indignation when Sam silenced him, addressing Clara once more. He seemed almost oblivious to the confrontation between Dean and Crowley, more focused on Clara and what she had to say.

"And you know who we are?" He urged, as if testing her. Clara glanced up at Crowley quickly, then looked to the Doctor. She knew enough.

"Course I do," She replied confidently. "You're the ghostbusters!"

Crowley guffawed. Dean looked affronted. Sam huffed another little breath of disbelief and the man who Clara had not met, the one Crowley had greeted as Castiel, looked hopelessly confused.

"I believe I might understand that reference," A small smile of pure innocence began to grow on Castiel's face. "You are comparing Sam and Dean to the popular human Ghostbusters franchise, correct?"

Clara narrowed her eyes warily.

"Correct…?" She confirmed slowly, unsure what this man was on about. Castiel nodded in understanding and gave a loud laugh, looking much less intimidating than he had moment ago, his grip on the blade slackened as he relaxed contently.

"That is funny," He beamed at Dean, who rolled his eyes.

"Enough of the pleasantries," The Doctor snapped, looking ready to throw his sonic screwdriver at someone's head. He pointed a bony finger at Crowley. "You."

Crowley smirked and put his hands up in mock innocence.

"I surrender."

"You let her go now!" The Doctor hissed, his beady eyes darting from the demon to Clara and back again as if expecting some sort of explosion to happen at any minute.

"He's not my captor!" Clara blurted out in disbelief. She would have laughed had the Doctor not looked like he was about to burst a vein in his temple. She looked up at Crowley and smiled proudly. "He's my new hobby."

"Son of a bitch!" Dean threw his arms up in defeat before spinning around to jab a finger at Crowley. "Did you get someone to possess her? Is she possessed? Dammit, Crowley!"

"Honestly, Dean, what do you think I am?" Crowley smiled at him in a relaxed manner. "I solemnly swear it is all Clara up there," He tapped Clara's forehead abruptly, and she blinked in surprise. "Though she probably could use a bit of extra help sometimes."

"Hey!" Clara cried indignantly, giving Crowley a shove. "Shut up!"

"Did they-" Sam blinked hard, looked to Dean for confirmation, then returned his gaze to Clara and Crowley. "Did they just have a domestic?"

"What the bloody hell is going on?!" The Doctor's heavy Scottish accent resounded throughout the vast space, startling Clara.

"I believe this is the point where most humans sit down and make tea-"

"Shut up, Cas!" Dean and the Doctor yelled simultaneously, the Time Lord's booming voice overpowering Dean's so much that the hunter stepped back from him in shock.

"Told you he was a nutter," He muttered to Sam, who heaved the heaviest sigh known to man, demon or angel.

"What even is he?" Clara cried out in exasperation, pointing at Castiel.

"I am an angel of the Lor-"

"He's an angel," Dean cut in swiftly, his patience running dry. Clara blinked in astonishment. "But don't be fooled, most of them are just dicks with wings. But not our, Cas, right buddy?" He reached over and gave a confused and slightly disgruntled Castiel a firm clap on the shoulder. The angel looked startled, but managed an awkward nod of acknowledgment towards the hunter.

Clara looked up at Crowley, quickly shutting her mouth which she realised had been hanging open in shock for some time now.

"How much did I have to drink?" She whispered quickly and Crowley merely grinned.

"What is this, Eastenders meets Avengers?" The Doctor waved a hand around in disbelief, his eyebrows drawn together tightly. "Get a grip, people, there's a spaceship at stake here!"

"I told you, Sam, we should've kicked him to the curb the minute he said the word spaceship-"

"Oh, will all of you just SHUT UP!" Clara yelled at the top of her lungs, her voice carrying on echoing throughout the room long after she'd opened her mouth. She took a deep breath to steady herself. "You all need to shut. Up."

After a moment of stunned silence Dean let out a low whistle and Clara stopped him with a quick zipping motion across her lips, causing him to hang his head sheepishly.

"We all need to get on the same page," Clara looked around the room at every face, not caring about the fact that Crowley was never going to let her live this control freak moment down. "Now."

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaa *laughter dies away in the distance*

Guys I'm sorry I don't even know what happened. This chapter started off pretty serious, next thing I'm getting all tired and it ended up as a huge joke. I laughed my way through writing it lol.

I really think I lost it after ghostbusters.

Gosh, I'm almost scared of the reviews I might get after this crazy chapter. But damn, it was fun to write. Fun fun fuuuuuuuuuuun

Lol someone else needs to write a fanfic for this pairing because I am failinggggg LOL

Okay, it's really definitely time for me to sleep now. What am I doing. Night night, my little impala drivers