Seraphina had laid in bed for about twenty minutes before the emptiness in her stomach became to painful to handle. Even though she really didn't want to see Crowley her stomach was giving her no choice in the matter. She crept downstairs and into the kitchen as quietly as she could, extremely grateful when she found it empty, the moment she walked up the the fridge she found a note taped to it written in an elegant scrawl.

"Seraphina, apologies are not something I am very good at, but I feel the need to apologize for my actions last night. What I did was unthinkable, unforgivable. I understand your avoidance of me this morning completely, and I know of no way to make it up to you. So, you will find your car keys on the table next to the door, your car is parked in the front drive. You are free to leave if you so wish, I won't force you to stay. If you ever find it in you to forgive me, you know how to find me. -Crowley"

With a long sigh she ripped the note down and folded it up, slipping it into her pocket, before opening the fridge and pulling out a small bottle of orange juice and an apple. She made quick work of cutting it into slices then sat down on top of the island bar and ate in silence contemplating whether this was a set up or not. Part of her wanted to believe that the King of the Crossroads truly regretted his actions, the hunter side of her wanted to trap him in a devil's trap and exorcize his ass, while the rest of her was more than willing to grab what she needed, jump into her car and hightail it out of there. As soon as her apple and orange juice was finished, Seraphina returned to her room.

After throwing a duffel she found onto her bed she walked over to the closet, flipped the light on and peered inside. The vast majority of the clothes inside were fancy dresses and high heels that she'd most likely never get chance to wear, but still she entered and slowly went through each and every dress, until one caught her eye. It was the simple white strapless dress she wore the evening Crowley had taken her to dinner in France, her chest tightened up at the memory of that night. Frowning she returned to the bedroom, shoved her bare feet into her boots and began to pack.

By the time she was finished packing the duffel was stuffed so tightly with everything she needed she almost hadn't been able to zip it. Seraphina collapsed onto the bed with a sigh, slowly taking in the room one last time, part of her was really going to miss the room with it's big comfortable bed, the clean private bathroom, but she had to get out of there and back onto the road. Getting back up she grabbed the duffel, exited the bedroom walked through the hall and down the stairs for the last time. She didn't hesitate when she grabbed her keys off the table and walked out the door, in fact she slammed it shut behind her with a smile on her face.

Her smile only widened when her eyes landed on her car, her baby, sprinting to it she dropped her bag and collapsed on the hood, practically hugging it. She stayed like that a moment, even though it had only been a few days that she'd been away from her car she truly missed it. The gravel crunching behind her brought her back to attention, straightening Seraphina turned back to the house fully expecting Crowley to be standing there, but instead her eye found Growley walking towards her. She beckoned the hound closer, tears welling up in her eyes involuntarily. Wrapping her arms around his furry neck she buried her face into his fur, trying desperately to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall.

Pulling away from him she began to scratch behind his ears, "Oh, Growley, I'm going to miss you so much. Be a good boy while I'm gone okay? Piss of Crowley as much as you can for me, you got that?" With a hand on both sides of his face she planted a few firm pisses to his forehead before going to give him one last hug. Before she could do so something dangling from his neck caught her attention. Crowley must have just recently decided that he wanted the hellhound to wear a collar, because there one was fastened around his neck complete with the metal doggy identification tag. She grasped the cold metal between her fingers, angling it out of the sunlight so she could read the inscription which simply said his name with the number 666 underneath it, which most people would find confusing, but Seraphina knew that it was Crowley's phone number.

"Sorry boy, I'm going to take this, okay?" She said to the hellhound as she unclasped it from his collar and stuffed it into her hoodie pocket. She gave Growley another tight hug and a few more kisses on his forehead before telling him to go back inside, which he did. Watching the closest thing she ever had to a pet walk away from her was hard, so hard, but Seraphina managed to keep the tears from spilling over. She took a deep breathe and exhaled slowly, centering herself, before picking up her duffel again and rounding the car to the trunk. Upon opening it she found that all of her weapons were still inside, surprisingly not in the mess she usually left them in, but actually organized and placed in their proper spots. She didn't think anything of it, assuming Dean had done it while she car was abandoned at Bobby's, just grabbed her favorite handgun from it's holster and threw her duffel in on top of everything else and slammed the trunk closed before getting into the drivers seat.

Once she was sitting the the car Seraphina knew she was making the right decision in leaving. After turning the car and cranking the radio's volume up to blast Stevie Nick's Edge of Seventeen, she slid across the seat and began digging through the glove department looking for the anti-possession necklace she knew she kept in there. Just as she was about to let out a groan of frustration her fingers skimmed across the metal chain at the very back of the compartment, she ended up having to disentangle it from a pair of headphones, but once it was free she placed Growley's dog tag onto it and pulled it over her head, settling the charms inside her hoodie once her hair was freed from it. Satisfied, she slid back into her spot, put the Charger into gear, and sped out of the drive like a bat out of, graveling flying everywhere behind her.

Two hours later Seraphina found herself running low on gas and in serious need of something to drink, her mouth so dry it felt like the Sahara Desert, and she still had about two miles to go before the next exit off the highway with a gas station. Grabbing the pack of cigarettes that lay on the seat next to her with one hand, she notices it was feeling a little light and took a quick moment to glance inside, she was down to once cigarette, so she made a mental note to buy a few packs when she stopped. After removing the cancer stick she placed it between her lips, threw the empty pack to the floorboard of the passenger seat. Her hand fumbled around on the seat again for a moment looking for her lighter, but once she found it she made quick work of lighting the cigarette and tossing it back down next to her.

She still couldn't believe that Crowley had let her leave just like that, she kept thinking that maybe this was just a trick and at any moment he was going to appear next to her chucking about how foolish she was to believe she was free and transport them back to that damned mansion. Even if that was the case, she was happy to be on the road for now, which just brought her thoughts to the last time she drove away from that house, when Castiel popped in to meet her. She actually had forgotten about meeting the angel and going to Bobby's if she was being honest with herself, it was like every time she was at Crowley's she forgot about the outside world, like nothing else mattered. That bothered her, she understood why she was okay with quitting hunting, she didn't grow up in this life like the Winchesters did, she knew what it was like to have an actual life, and yes, she wanted to exorcize every damn demon she could after what that one did to her father, but she also wanted a normal life. Granted living with a demon, the King of the Crossroads at that, wasn't exactly normal but she was content. She'd enjoyed not worrying about whether she was going to live to see the next day, or how dirty that night's motel bed really was. But, then Crowley did what he did. After last night, any feelings she had towards him were pushed away, she was following her brain now, not her heart, he is a demon, demons are not safe nor do they care about anything other than their own well being. Why Crowley wanted to protect her in the first place, she had no idea, but now, that didn't matter. Seraphina vowed to herself to never go back to him, that she would go somewhere else, start over and live her own life, protect herself, while still being as normal as possible.

She brought the cigarette to her lips for one last drag before throwing it out the window and pulled into the gas station lot, stopping the car in front of a pump and cutting the engine off. Grabbing her spare wallet from under the seat, she'd left her regular one at Bobby's, she exited the car and briskly walked into the store. Seraphina made a beeline to the coolers and began scanning over the different drinks, trying to decide what exactly she was thirsting for. Deciding water would be the best, since she wasn't a huge fan of soda anyway, she grabbed a few bottles and turned to go to the register, stopping short when she nearly bumped into someone.

"Oh, sorry, I wasn't paying attention." She apologized to the man, an employee judging by the name tag that read "Skipper" pinned to his chest.

For a moment Skipper said nothing, just stared at her as if he recognized her from somewhere, the moment realization hit him was painfully obvious, a wide malicious grin spread across his face, "Where have you been hiding?" He asked, his eyes flicking black as he spoke. Seraphina had begun to slowly back up the moment she saw his grin, but once it was clear he was a demon she dropped the bottles of water and made a break for the door, but the demon was faster than her. His hand closed around her long locks of hair, yanking her backwards and tearing a yelp from her throat, You should have cut your fucking hair! She mentally screamed to herself, this was exactly why she never let it get long in the six years she hunted, this was actually the longest it had been in her entire life, and right now she seriously regretted letting it go untamed as the demon used it to pull her to him.

"You know, Seraphina, that is your name, right? We've been looking everywhere for you, but it seems you've had help staying under the radar, haven't you?" The demon who was inside poor Skipper sneered at her, his free hand grabbing both of her wrists tight enough she could feel the bones cracking. "Oh, the boss is going to be so pleased when I bring you to him." Her constant struggling seemed not to faze the demon at all, he tangled his left hand farther into her hair, using his hold on it and her wrists to drag her closer to the glass doors of the cooler, before he bashed the side of her head into the metal frame twice, effectively knocking her unconscious.

Crowley sat in his study, He'd returned to his house shortly after Seraphina left, unsurprised that she'd taken the opportunity. He hadn't bothered searching to see if she had left any sort of note for him, he knew she hadn't, and he didn't blame her. Instead, he sat down behind his desk and drank a few glasses of Craig while going over contracts for crossroad deals that had been done in the past few days. He'd stopped doing the boring review work about an hour ago and now just sat in silence, idly scratching between Growley's ears. The moment the hellhound had come into the room Crowley noticed the dog tag missing, he didn't know why he even gotten the collar and tag, it wasn't like anyone was going to steal the beast. He simply assumed Seraphina had taken the tag, she'd grown quite fond of Growley, and he of her, while she'd been here.

He had to admit, he sincerely regretted what he'd done the night before, and giving her permission to leave even more so, but it was for the best. He terrified her, which was the last thing he wanted to do, for some reason she awoke something inside him that he hadn't felt in a long time, and it both terrified and excited him. Having her around made him feel like he'd exhaled a breathe he didn't even realize he'd been holding, and now, knowing he scared her so terribly, it was like he was missing something. Even without her there though he could still feel her, the mark he placed on her soul would allow him to find her, there were very few things that could hide her from him now, and even though he could, he wouldn't go to her and force her back to him.

In that moment, he felt her presence vanish. For a moment he thought that maybe it was a fluke so, closing his eyes he focused on her for a moment, waiting for his mark to uncover her location to him, but nothing happened. Again, he reached out, and again, he came up with nothing. Worry raced through him, there was no way she found out how to block him from finding her that quickly, she'd only been gone for two hours, it was impossible.

"Growley, you have Seraphina's scent, track her down, now!" He nearly yelled at the hound who was now asleep at his feet, while standing from his seat. Growley jumped up immediately and disappeared. Crowley clenched his fists tightly, trying to calm himself down, maybe he was wrong, and she really did have the means to hide herself from him, but he still highly doubted that. His fists came down onto the desk top with a band, cracking the thick wood and rattling the glass objects that laid on top of it. Something was wrong, he could feel it in his gut. Something had happened to Seraphina. Suddenly it dawned on him, something didn't happen to her, no, someone had taken her, another demon, a Lucifer supporter. He should never have let her go, this was all his fault. He should have told her, he really wish he'd just fucking told her what was going on. He was going to make this up to her, he had to. He was going to find Seraphina, and he'd kill anyone that got in his way.