Bambi woke once again alone in hers and Crowley's bed. She sighed and rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling despairingly. This hadn't started until Bambi was let out of the hospital. Since then Crowley just started to put more and more distance between them. What had she done to upset him? It was something Bambi had been thinking about a lot lately. Actually, it was all she thought about. He barely even came by for sex anymore, and that was what was the most concerning. He wouldn't answer his phone, and wouldn't even speak to her through blood communication. What the fucking Hell was his problem?! They were practically married because of the bone offering she gave and he excepted. What more could she do for him?

After a while, Bambi finally found the courage to confront Crowley. It would be the first time they'd seen each other since he helped her into the bed a few days ago. Bambi had every intention of dressing to his liking to get her way; she learned manipulation from the best after all. Bambi wore a dark red wrap dress with nothing on underneath. All he'd have to do is pull a string on the bow. That would show him! Hell, she even put on makeup. She never wore makeup for nearly anyone at all...ever. Her heart was hammering away in her chest as she had someone find his position. It wasn't like he was trying very hard to hide either; he was tucked away in what looked like an abandoned factory...maybe a slaughter house for pigs.

She drove herself there and left the car several blocks back. Even when off duty, Bambi always on her guard. She was on even higher alert as she drifted past cells used to contain pigs, but these contained monsters, and not just any monsters: Alphas. It was almost worse than Hell. Bambi was trying her best to drown out the screams and sobs and desperate pleas as she walked further down into the dark. It was starting to bring back memories of Alistair's torture sessions that sometimes tormented her. All it did was make her feet race along faster to find a place of safety...or at least Crowley would do.

Bambi could hear him screaming when a man in a trench walked out of the room said yelling was coming from. Typical. At first, she thought it was just another stupid demon, but then she recognized him as the guy that came to visit Bobby while they were...ahem "together." If she remembered right, his name was Destiel or something like that. She was going to pass by him, but then he stopped in front of her and just...smiled at her. It was very paternal in gesture, and he even put a hand on her shoulder. "Greetings, my child. There is no need to be afraid here in my presence."

She begged to differ. "Your name is-"

"I was Castiel, but soon I will become God. I am going to forge a new world."

Yeah, right, Bambi thought, trying not to snicker. "Seriously?"

"I am very serious." Suddenly though, he touched her forehead and she was assaulted with an image or vision. A man...or what used to be one, hung from the ceiling, bound by sigil-covered chains. So...it wasn't human? The vessel was no more than exposed stretches of gaping muscles and cracked bone. From the clotted mass of blood that was its face, a hazel eye opened, glassy and weary. It was the only thing that remained whole. The other eye hid under a putrefied bruise. It called her name; no...t-that was Crowley's voice. Bambi jumped away from the offending fingers and stared at the angel/God. "It is his fate to see such an end. You would do well to leave and repent so it doesn't become your fate as well, child. There isn't much time left for you," he said before vanishing.

Afraid for Crowley, Bambi rushed into the room, expecting to see the worst. Instead she saw aforementioned demon angrily slicing away at a dead body. She stumbled in the door as if pulled by an inescapable, invisible force; it was a dumb idea...then again, Crowley always said she was dim. When she busted in the door, he paused for only a second before he resumed his work. He barely even acknowledged her existence. How dare he after she was so damn worried about him?! Bambi felt emotion beginning to well up in her throat throughout the tense silence. Would it be like this from now on? Was he paying her back by sleeping around? Tears pooled in her eyes; it was safe to assume Bambi had some abandonment issues.

"C-Crowley?" she managed.

"It's late," Crowley's voice echoes. "You should be asleep. In Hell. Where I left you."

Bambi bit her lip. "I couldn't sleep." Silence. "I've missed you," she admitted.

Crowley paused in his slicing. "Not a good time, sweet cheeks."

"Why?" she begged.

"Because...you know why."

The silence was stifling. Crowley was so distant, and Bambi desperately longed for him, for things to be like they used to be. Everything was in disarray. "No, I-I don't," her voice broke. "I'm sorry...for whatever I did to make you upset."

"You're so...human," he spat. "So bloody fragile. I'm in the big league now, sweet cheeks. You're too delicate...too weak. Just leave."

Wait so...he was doing it...for her? Bambi felt her tears dry up. Now she was actually kind of pissed. How dare he think she was that weak? She could hold up her own unless...did that Angel threaten to hurt her like he did Crowley? Biting her lip, Bambi stepped up and took off her coat, replacing it with a butcher's apron. "Can I help with this one? Just this one body?" she asked, noticing how Crowley was eyeing her now that she was in his sights.

"If I let you, would you leave?"

Bambi nodded eagerly, and not three minutes later, they were both covered in blackish red blood. Neither of them minded as they handed off the organs and removed lumps of fatty tissue. Suddenly though, Crowley just stopped what he was doing. He was in the middle of extracting a toe when he just started staring at her. "W-What is it?" she asked.

"Come here," he rasped.

As soon as Bambi was at arm's length, Crowley pulled her into him, making her stumble into his chest. Crowley was pulling off Bambi's apron and then his own. "This isn't," he said, unable to admit defeat. "I just...want to look."

Bambi grinned. She won; she so had this in the bag. If it were appropriate, Bambi might do a victory dance. She made herself comfortable and rolled her hips against his, stirring his erection and making her dress ride up. Crowley went to shove her off; he rested his hands on her waist with every intention of doing so, but he felt her hipbones through the material. He ended up caressing the ridges much to his partner's pleasure.

"Have you been thinking about what it'd be like to fuck me again? Come sate that curiosity."

Crowley growled dangerously and ran his hand up her thigh, and under her clothes to find nothing. Bambi smiled and shifted to give him further access to her. She let out a small huff when he finally touched the lips of her cunt; she so desperately wanted him to fuck her into the floor like an animal. He was torturing her in his own way; he had that smug look on his face. "Kiss me," he snapped.

The first press of lips was tentative, chaste maybe. Bambi was nervous being put on the spot like that all of a sudden. She'd seen Crowley with so many lovers...how could she possibly dare to compare with them? Then, Crowley rooted his other hand into Bambi's hair and shoved two fingers up into her abruptly. Bambi screamed in euphoria. So long...it had been so damn long. She didn't realize until she came down from her short high that Crowley bit her neck, breaking the skin. He untied her dress after releasing her hair and pulled it off before causing a knife to appear in his hand with a sadistic grin. He started with her arms and collarbone, lapping away the blood as he stroked her inner walls. Then he began making slightly deeper cuts.

"On the floor," he ordered, suddenly withdrawing from her. She obeyed, body flushed and needy. "Spread your legs."

Bambi obeyed and spread her legs, using her fingers to show him what he had left alone for far too long. Jackass. Crowley reached down and sank his fingers into her folds himself. Another gasp for air. Before very long, Bambi is gasping and rocking into his digits rhythmically, no doubt enjoying watching her face twist in the throes of both sheer pain and ecstasy. He removed his fingers, and Bambi whined at the loss. He smacked her and immediately dove in for a rough kiss, biting her lip between his teeth. Then with a grunt, he shoved his cock as far in as he possibly could. Bambi sobbed and heard Crowley growl something. As he thrust, he tilted her hips up and repositioned himself for better leverage. He was going so much deeper. He thrust in again, and Bambi gasped harshly.

She finally finished off, undulating her hips in an abrupt way. By then though, Crowley was just getting warmed up; all Bambi could do was cling helplessly to his shoulders like a lifeline. Crowley curled himself over her, never ceasing his strokes. Bambi stopped breathing when she came the second time, and that's when Crowley finally finished too.

"I love-" Before she could finish, Crowley knocked her out, laying over her as he recuperated. No...he couldn't hear that. That bitch wasn't worming her way in that easily. No, no, no.