Summary: When two fangirls happen upon Gabriel and Crowley, the angel and demon find themselves in a mad mess of love they can't get out of. Then again, do they really want to? Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Amelia Rivers. Emily Dane belongs to SniperKingSogeking0341. I don't own the lyrics in this chapter either.

A/N: Thanks for the support with the last chapter! Hope you enjoy this one!

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Of Fangirls, Madness and Romance

Chapter Twelve

Five Days to Christmas

Crowley awoke from a deep sleep, which he found was becoming more frequent as of late.

God, it was a deep sleep. A very human sleep. But as he turned over, he found himself smiling at the sight of Amelia. Her auburn curls were splayed over the pillows and over her shoulders, her mouth closed apart from the tiny gap in her lips where she was breathing through, and her dainty hand rested against the pillow with her fingers curled into a loose fist. She looked so beautiful he had to restrain himself so he wouldn't kiss her and wake her. He wanted to keep this memory of her, so he snapped a quick photo on his iPhone. She might hate him later for that, but he had her beautiful face with him always.

God, what a girl he'd become. How human he'd become. If he was becoming more human emotionally and mentally, he was a damn sight better than when he actually was a human. He was an awful person before. Maybe Amelia could change that. She stirred, a frown crossing her gorgeous face as she turned to go onto her other side.

'No...' Crowley thought, 'Don't turn over, darling...'

He couldn't resist moving closer to her to curl behind her and he wound an arm around her front, resting his head against hers.

"Crowley?" She said softly, the demon humming in response, "Why are we laying like this?"

"You rolled over and took that gorgeous face away from my view," Crowley began, "And I fancied a cuddle."

"You?" Amelia asked, "You wanted to cuddle?"

"Yeah." Crowley replied, kissing her head tenderly, "Good morning, Amelia."

"Good morning, Crowley." Amelia whispered, looking at the clock to see it was five in the morning, "It's five in the morning, honey."

"Damn, it is." Crowley replied, "I'm sorry..."

"No, it's okay." Amelia said sweetly, turning over and cuddling up to her demon, resting her head on his chest, "I woke up naturally. We can have a few more hours, huh? You were sleeping. I know you were."

"How?" Crowley asked, cuddling her close and settling back against the pillows.

"I saw you a couple of hours ago. You looked too peaceful to be resting your eyes." Amelia explained, snuggling against him, "You get some more sleep, okay?"

"Okay." Crowley replied as he kissed her tenderly, "Night, love."

Emily was in another nightmare.

This wasn't the first that Gabriel had seen her go through, and to be perfectly honest she looked as if she were enduring a seizure. He watched as she shook, her face twitching occasionally as her breathing became quick and frantic.

"Amelia?" She mumbled, "Where are you?"

"Shhh..." Gabriel soothed, "Shhh, Emily. You're safe."

But it wasn't working. Emily began to cry out for someone to leave Amelia alone, to get the fuck off of her or she'd kick their ass. It was frightening, especially when she began to cry and writhe in her sleep. He knew he couldn't wake her. It could cause her damage and also, if she slept through it, she probably wouldn't remember it. That would be for the best. She began to calm, and Gabriel gently brushed his fingers through her dark green locks, before pulling her a little closer to him to soothe her to a more peaceful sleep. Her eyes opened to meet his, and she cupped his cheek before kissing him tenderly, pressing herself close to him as tears poured from her eyes.

"The nightmare?" He asked, earning a quiet nod from Emily who buried her face in his bare chest, "Shhh, it's over now. Nothing to be scared of, okay? I'm right here."

Gabriel held her like there was no tomorrow, and he wasn't afraid to hold her and to let himself love her. He kissed her and soothed her until she fell back to sleep, unfolding his wings and letting them envelope her, along with his Grace as he protected her through the rest of the night.

"Oh, the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful.
Since we've no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow."

Crowley and Gabriel relaxed on the sofa as Emily and Amelia sang while making more Christmas treats, the two sharing a look before getting up and going over to the girls.

"Why don't you let Becky and Cas take over?" Gabriel asked, kissing Emily's cheek as Becky and Castiel approached.

"Yeah, you two have a rest." Becky chirped, snuggling up to Castiel who recoiled slightly, "We can take it from here."

Emily and Amelia smiled, washing their hands and explaining to the angel and fangirl where they'd gotten up to with their baking before taking their aprons off and allowing their demon and angel to lead them away. The group settled by the fire, Crowley finding himself with a lap full of Amelia as she cuddled up to him, while Emily and Gabriel shared candy by the roaring flames.

"Five days until Christmas." Amelia sighed, "I'm stupidly excited by this."

"Why?" Emily asked, taking in Amelia's smile.

"We're with some of the most amazing people on earth," Amelia began, "We're with each other, and I'm with my sexy demon who I never believed I could ever be with in a million years."

Crowley smiled and pressed a kiss to her temple, finding her lips on his own as they shared a deep, dare he think it, loving kiss. While Gabriel and Emily became engrossed in their own kissing frenzy, Crowley and Amelia were content to just look at each other for a moment before kissing again. The squeals from Becky interrupted both couples and the sound frightened the girls so much they gripped their partners and stared at her with the biggest eyes anyone had ever seen.

"You guys are all so precious!" She cried, grabbing Castiel and kissing his lips quickly, "It's gonna be a great Christmas!"

The thud that followed made everyone jump and as Dean, Sam, and Bobby rushed into the room to find a pile of angels on the floor with Chuck and Balthazar standing beside them.

"Boys, get off of your sister!" Chuck cried, "Her vessel will have several crushed ribs if you don't get up."

Zachariah stood first, followed by Raphael, then Uriel and finally Rachel who dusted herself down and glared immediately at Crowley.

"Why is there a demon here?" She spat, "Pit scum."

"Hey!" Amelia yelled, standing up and grabbing the vial of Holy oil from the mantelpiece and marching towards the angel, "That's my boyfriend you're talking about!"

Crowley grabbed her and pulled her away, prying the oil from her hands and placing it back on the mantelpiece.

"Calm down." He said softly, "Just be grateful you don't have a stick up your arse, darling."

Amelia narrowed her eyes at Rachel and allowed Crowley to lead her back to the fire, the two sitting down close together.

"Rachel, you've been here less than two minutes and you're already causing trouble." Chuck snapped, "You are going to enjoy this Christmas, and you aren't going to annoy, upset or offend anyone, am I understood?"

Every angel nodded and stood quietly, leaving Chuck smiling to himself. He couldn't wait to see how they reacted over the next few days.

-TBC-

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