Okay, no preface this time :P

Fiona and Crowley spend the most part of the day outside in the garden. Since it was getting warm again there were a lot of things to do, for Fiona at least. Crowley just watched her most of the time, letting out comments every few minutes and chuckled about his own jokes.

"Save your breath and get me something to drink, would you?" Fiona interrupted him as he wanted to say something again. Crowley just held his hand to his ear, wanted to hear a 'please'. "Move your damn ass and get me something to drink. No alcohol." She answered and watched him going inside, muttering something about that he had the nicest girlfriend you could imagine.
As he came out again he brought a bottle of water with him and reached it to her.

"You're welcome, darling." He muttered as she took it without a word.

"I know." She answered and pressed a kiss on his lips "Now shut them." She whispered and bent down to pick up the shovel for the flowers.

"Could your shorts be shorter?" he commented the really not too long cutoff jeans. Fiona stood up again and looked down. "Seriously, I like that…" he added smirking.

"Sure you like that." Fiona rolled her eyes and went on with what she was doing.

"Could you at least stay like this a little?" he asked as she bent down again, her backside turned to him. "I would really appreciate that…"

"Testosterone's running riot once again?" the woman sighed and turned around.

"What?" he defended "I just think you… do look very good in this."

Fiona chuckled "Thank you. Yeah…" she came closer to him again "I know, you'd like to see, say, a little more skin, hm?"

"Probably…" then he widened his eyes "Not that I think that you –"

"Save it." Fiona chuckled. "I have to disappoint you, gardening, not porn shooting. Would you let me do my work now?"

"You don't let me do mine, so why shall I let you do yours?" he questioned back.

Fiona came closer to him again "Because we have a deal, remember? And I think when there's someone who knows what that means it's you, isn't it?" The demon nodded.
It didn't keep him silent for long, but at least Fiona could talk about normal things with him.
As she finished it was already getting dark. Proud of herself she looked at what she did and gave a nod at it.

"Very beautiful." Crowley commented.

"Sounds sarcastic if you say it like this."

"No, I'm serious!"

Fiona smiled "So, would you excuse me for ten minutes, I'll have a quick shower." With a frown she added "And don't even think about leaving!"

"I could come with you…" Crowley suggested "I mean, there's still an open part in the deal, isn't it?"

"If you want" she shrugged. "Then come."

Crowley pressed his lips gently on her neck. She smiled and searched his lips again. He felt her slightly smiling, had already noticed that she did that a lot in those moments, and just the simple thought that he made her this happy made him happy too. He stroked the wet hair out of her face, and looked into her green eyes for a long time. After all these months he still didn't know what exactly made him feel so much different in her presence, what made him this attached to her, but if he had to say it in one word it would probably be 'everything'. Fiona wouldn't let that count, but she didn't demand that from him anyway. For a minute he got lost in his thoughts as Fiona pulled him out of those by kissing his neck, then his shoulder, his chest, then far further down.
When there was something Fiona was good in, it were hunting and teasing her boyfriend, in any imaginable way. Crowley hated and loved it in the same moment, just as he sometimes hated and loved Fiona in the same moment.
"You know that I hate you?" he muttered afterwards.

She narrowed ironical and nodded "Of course you do. That's why we're here." Then she added chuckling "But why the hell did you need so much time, was I this bad?"

"You know that I sometimes think that I should just…" he frowned and considered what exactly he thought sometimes, then decided to push her against the wall. First it felt really cold on her back, but combined with the heat of the water and Crowley's kiss it let a shiver run down her spine.

As they got out of the shower Fiona wrapped a towel around her body and went into the bedroom, where Crowley already waited to push her backwards on the bed. Fiona gave a little yell before he silenced her with a kiss, which he brought to her breasts, then to her inner tights. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Taking revenge, dear."

She dropped back down and closed her eyes. A few minutes later she was breathing heavily and had nearly tears in her eyes "Can you just finish that?" she begged "Damn, please!" she just heart him chuckling "Crowley!" The demon just shrugged.

"Revenge" he repeated "You pretty much did the same to me…"

"Please, Crowley!" she moaned again "Or I'll finish it myself." She added.

"I won't let you." He simply answered. "But I can give you one option" he smirked "We could finish this together." She grinned back and agreed.
As he was on top of her she turned them around for being on top, before they could finally finish.

"What a night" Fiona breathed and stood up for finally taking her underwear on, just for dropping onto the bed immediately.

"Everything ok?" Crowley asked, slight worries audible in his voice.

"Can't… walk now. Just give me a minute." She muttered.

He grinned satisfied and took his own clothes on. "I'm amazing."

"You?" Fiona shouted back "Please, who was on top and did all the work?"

Shrugging he pushed a kiss on her lips "I am, and we both know it."

"You smug, arrogant bastard" Fiona muttered "But well, let's say we both are."

Crowley gave her a questioning gaze "Compromising? Really?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot" she ran one finger down the line of buttons of his shirt. "You just need to be the best. You always need to be the best." She chuckled and kissed him again. "Is another option left then surrender?"

"I'm afraid there isn't." he grinned "So?"

Fiona shook her head "Crowley, you are so amazing."

"That's what I wanted to hear."

"I know" Fiona pulled him closer again and waited for him to lay his lips on hers for a long, tender kiss. "Now I probably should get dressed."

"Don't get yourself in trouble on my account." Crowley shrugged and Fiona rolled her eyes before she stood up again, still slightly swaying. "You sure you're alright?"

"Y-yeah. I am." She nodded, but grabbed his arm as he stood up anyway. Then she took her clothes and out them on. "And now I probably should eat something…"

"You stay here. It isn't my intention to let you fall downstairs or… or fall in the kitchen or anything." The demon protested and added that he would bring her something.

Fiona narrowed "No. Seriously, I don't want to know what happens when you do something in the kitchen." She imaged him there and scrapped this thought immediately.

"Then I go and buy something." He shot back, then was gone.

As he was back and she ate the pizza he brought she remembered as they went to kill Death. He had suggested to go and eat a pizza, then they finally found Death in a pizza restaurant. She was still wondering if it was just a fortune or if he had known it.
As she finished the pizza she wanted to go and bring the things back into the kitchen. "You stay, Fiona." He commanded.

"It's been quite a time, love, I'm seriously alright." Fiona answered and stood up.
As she went downstairs she heard him shouting that he just wanted to do her a favor, and that she should appreciate that instead of rejecting.
"Calm down, demon!" she just shouted back.

As she went to bed she snuggled up to him and told him that he shouldn't just vanish when he thought she was asleep to do his 'crappy job' and leave her alone.
"Who do you think I am, a one-night stand?"

"Considered that it's been eleven months I would say you're not." She put her head to his chest.

"You know that I keep my deals."

With a smile on her lips Fiona fell asleep pretty soon. Sometimes, when he didn't just disappear while she was sleeping, she wondered what Crowley was doing all night long. Truth was that he mainly just watched her and waited until she woke up. It was the time he could think best. No matter what other stuff had happened the rest of the day it kinda calmed him down just to listen to her breath. Plus the feeling of responsibility was even stronger than when he was doing anything in hell. He wouldn't let anything happen to her, even if she would never really die. Only the thought of the girl in his arms getting hurt was unbearable, even for him.

He really was different than other demons, but didn't know why. Demons weren't made for this kind of feelings, centuries just full of negative emotions and limp serving the devil, just for probably getting killed in the end. Lucifer had created them as his servants, to do his dirty work and for what?
All Crowley did as he helped to avoid the apocalypse was defending his, and the other demons lives and then he got more than he had wanted, Fiona.

For both of them their relationship was everything else than a given. Especially since Fiona knew everything about him, who and what he was, what he did, even saw his true face, he couldn't understand why she loved him as much as she did.
He could be an ass, sarcastic, rude sometimes sneaky, but when she was around he could be so different, noticed that even on his own. Once she even said something about 'hard shell, soft core', what was – from her point of view – true. He could be loving, sweet and adorable – if he wanted, even if he hated to admit it.

They had their ups and their downs, but they went through them, and they did it together. And they loved each other, more than they had ever imagined as they got together.

As Fiona woke up she snuggled closer to Crowley "Slept well, peanut butter?"

Fiona narrowed her eyes at him, then nodded slowley "Right… Got new nicknames?"

"You don't like honey." He answered grinning.

"And you don't like peanut butter." He shrugged and said that he was okay with salt free peanut butter. "Stop confusing me this early…" Fiona muttered "And yes, I slept well." She finally answered the question. "How was your night?"

"Quiet…" he said "I thought a lot about how this all will go on. When we got purgatory, I mean…" She sat up and wrapped a part of the blanket around her shoulders "We should buy another one." Crowley suggested dryly as he noticed the less part of the blanket that remained for him.

"No. I think it's way cuddlier like this." She smiled at him and put her head on his shoulder.

"Yeah, for you." He muttered, before she sighed, moved one more time closer to him and threw the blanked around the both of them.

"Don't pretend you were freezing." Fiona commented "And now tell me about your thoughts."

"We will find purgatory – " he started as his girlfriend interrupted him.

"Yeah, I get that."

"Don't interrupt me, bitch." He growled.

"Don't interrupt me, bitch…" she repeated in a mocking voice. "Okay, go on."

"Thank you. So, first thing we should do is to go on a really long vacation. You know…" he gesticulated with one hand, "…Really long and really far, so that no one can find us…" he waited a moment for a reaction, but as he didn't get one he just went on, a little bit unsure. "We will have no one to distract us, ever… Especially those kissasses of Lucifer's are gone then. It will be better, Fiona. Everything will be better."

"You better stop talking, if you don't want me to call you the cutest being I ever met. And I've met a lot of beings!" she gave him a light kiss on the cheek and closed her eyes for a moment. "I don't ever want this to end." She muttered.

"It won't." he promised.

"Seriously… You know… There's a reason there was nothing for years. I did never tell you how much I got hurt then, as Dean and I broke up." She actually didn't like to talk about former relationships with him and he didn't really have an itch for hearing it. "Really hurt." She added. "And what I feel for you… it's different. It's stronger, stronger than any other emotion I ever felt, Crowley. And I couldn't ever lose you. You know… Even when we have the biggest fights, even when one of us is threatening to end this, I know we will make up again, we will get back together."

Crowley pushed his lips on her soft hair for a long moment. "I will never end this." He said. "I promise it."

Fiona saw it coming. She knew it would never last as long as both of them had ever hoped it would, something, something necessary in their relationship was gone. They were cold as they talked to each other, didn't felt the way they had used to. The love in his eyes when he looked at her was gone and Fiona had this thoughtful expression on her face more and more.
"I can't take that anymore" she finally whispered "we need to stop pretending it's alright." He opened his mouth but she cut him off. "We need to stop hoping there would be something that just flips a switch and everything goes back to how it's been once."

"Fiona, are you sure about that?" his eyes were just as thoughtful as hers, in which now tears were clearly visible. "We could try it again. Maybe when we take a few days off, just for each other…"

She shook her head "You don't love me anymore, Dean." She said calmly "And my feelings are gone too. That's no secret anymore" Fiona looked up into the dark sky. It was warm on the field on which they had parked the Impala a few miles outside of the town in which Sam slept at a hotel room. "It's not like your shotgun, you can't just put new ammo in it and it works again. It's irreparable destroyed." The tears in her eyes made their way down her cheek, slightly sparkling in the rare light of the overcast moon. Her long hair, it reached far past her breasts, was tied into a ponytail and fell over her left shoulder. She was a really pretty girl, Dean was also really good looking, but that wasn't the things a relationship is about. If it were, it would be so much easier.
Thinking about all the moments they had shared together Fiona couldn't stop herself from breaking into sobs. She was ashamed to show that all to Dean, now that he wasn't her boyfriend anymore. She just couldn't understand how they came to this point. It was like they described dying, like a movie was running in her head, reflecting every minute they had spent together. "I can't take this anymore!" she yelled "I can't take this whole acting, try to be the perfect couple before Sam or Bobby or anyone else when I know we're not!" her breathing was fast, her eyes covered with tears.

"Fiona, calm down!" Dean said firmly.

"Don't tell me to calm down when you know I can't!" she brought out through sobs and quick, deep as possible, breaths. "How could it end like this?" she asked herself.

"Those things happen, Fiona, everything ends at one point." With his fist Dean punched on the hood of his car, didn't even care that it left a dent. "We fought, we really tried it…" he muttered "I just lost my dad, and now I lost you…" he turned around to risk a look at the young woman, just turned twenty-two seven weeks ago. They were still happy then, but now it all seemed so far away.

"I should go." She finally said "I can't take this anymore. Good bye, Dean." She turned her back to him and slowly walked into the dark. With her she just had a bag with a few weapons and her stuff. Dean watched her until she reached the street and disappeared behind a couple of trees and bushes.
It seemed so unreal, he thought. She couldn't be gone, even if he didn't love her anymore he got used to her being around him as much as she could, but she was right. They needed to stop pretending.

As Dean came to the hotel that night his eyes were slightly reddened, and as he came through the door of his brother's room, Sam didn't had to ask what had happened. He just gave him a few worried gazes as Dean poured himself one glass of alcohol after the next.
"Dean, you should stop drinking." He said after a while.

"Why?" his brother answered "I'm totally fine." He lied and watched how Sam took the bottle and emptied it into the sink, hoping he hadn't another one with him.

Sam frowned and shook his head "No, you're not, Dean."

Dean turned around to look at him and shrugged "You know what? You're damn right, but I don't care."

"Do you hear yourself talking?" Again his brother shrugged and dropped on the bed.

Fiona stood in front of her parent's house. They had heart her car pulling up, so the door was opened before Fiona could even bring her hand close to the door. It was her mother who opened and saw her daughter crying. Immediately she pulled her into a silent hug. "What happened, Fiona?" she asked calmly.

"Mom, is that Fiona?" Marie, her little, twelve years old sister, shouted from upstairs.

"It is, love, but stay upstairs please, okay?" Although Marie protested silently she did how she was told and Fiona went into the living room and sat on the couch. Her mother disappeared into the kitchen to put on the water for some tea. As she came back she sat next to her and looked at her in worried "Tell me what happened" she said calming.

"Dean and I broke up." Fiona sobbed "It all shattered during the last weeks, and I couldn't bear it anymore." She breathed. "It was all bad acting at the end…"

Her mother's eyes slightly widened, she had liked Dean, saw that her daughter was happy with him and that he treated her very well. "It's right when you felt uncomfortable." She said.

"We both did, mom… It's just all those memories…" thankfully she took the cup of tea and took a sip. "I wish I could just forget everything…"

"No, darling, you two had a great time together, and someday you will smile when you remember this time." Her voice alone was enough to calm the sobbing girl down a little. "Believe me. Maybe he was not the man for your life, but he was the man for an important stage of life, and girl, you're twenty-two, there will come someone else for you, someone you will spend the rest of your life with."

Fiona whipped the tears away, slightly nodding and smiling at her mother's words.

She had found this man in Crowley. Meanwhile she was sure her parents would be okay with their relationship. He was the one who made her smile and with whom she could always talk. He would drop everything for her when she needed him. Her parents have always stood behind her, even if she had decided to give up school to save people and she liked to believe they would also stand behind her when she had told them she was in love with the ruler of hell and how deep her feelings were.
They would have known that they couldn't change her daughters mind, they had their own problems as they got together, with her father living in the US and her mother in the UK.
Well, that was nothing compared to Fiona being with the probably most powerful demon alive, but they had accepted it when she had told them that she really loved this man, what she did.

Okay, I just noticed that I'm horrible at writing anything that isn't love piece and harmony (At least when I'm in a good mood... :D)
And summervacation is messing with my sleep. (It's 4am here and I have nothing better to do than updating this story.)
And I want to thank you for your reviews, I'm so glad it's getting more :))
Thanks to all of you for reading and I hope you like it :)
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