Have any of you heard of the almond-in-the-porridge thing? xD We do this every year. Put an almond in the porridge, and the one to find gets a prize.

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Jenny

She woke up feeling unusually warm, and the sensation almost made her sigh with pleasure. The next moment she realised what the reason was. Crowley. Crowley was here, and he was lying behind her, with his arm was around her waist. And she could hear from the steady way he was breathing that he was sleeping. The King of Hell was sleeping in her bed. The world was insane. Completely and utterly insane

She just stayed like that, in the warmth her demon behind her, thinking about how insanely her world had changed in less than three months.

Wait. What had she just been thinking? Her demon? She was thinking of The King of Hell as her demon? Yup, the world was most definitely going insane.

But he was, wasn't he? Her demon. He had saved her life yesterday. He had saved them all, come to think about it.

"What are you thinking about, love? I can practically hear the wheels spinning in your head."

Jenny giggled as she turned around. Looking at him, she gave him a soft smile while stroking his cheek. "You saved my life yesterday."

He gazed at her before smiling softly back at her. "I wouldn't be a very good King of Hell if I let my minions run rampage on me like that, now would I?"

She rolled her eyes. "Indeed." Looking at him more seriously, she continued. "What happened to them? Are they back in Hell?"

He gave her a sheepish look. "Well, no. I'm afraid I let my anger get the best of me. They are not in Hell. They aren't anywhere, actually."

She gave him a confused look. "They are just..gone? You can do that?"

"I'm The King of Hell, sweetheart." He smiled smugly at her. "I can do anything."

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Jenny sat in her room after Crowley left with a foolish grin on her face. The King of Hell had just left, wearing a wrinkled shirt and pants. And he had forgotten his tie. What was the world coming to? She shook her head before heading downstairs.

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Crowley

So, he was sleeping with her now, was he? And not even in the dirty sense. He was literally sleeping. He couldn't remember the last time he had actually slept. But, he had admit waking up with a warm, soft woman in his arms was not the worst feeling in the world. Quite the opposite, in fact.

Crowley sighed as he went to sit down at his desk to look at the latest crossroad-deals. He was seriously behind on the paperwork. Damn woman.

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Nikki

"Oh my god, of course we need to do the whole almond-in-porridge-thing! It's tradition!"

Nikki was almost stomping her foot on the floor, and Dean raised an eyebrow at her. "Well, I've never heard of it, that's for sure. It sounds weird."

Jenny entered the kitchen. "Oh, no, we are most certainly doing it. I had to make Crowley zap me to Norway just to get the bloody marzipan pig. It's happening."

Bobby chuckled from where he sat at the kitchen table. "Let me get this straight, girl. You made The King of Hell take you to Norway, just to buy a darned marzipan pig?"

Jenny giggled. "Well, when you say it like that I will admit it sounds kind of far out. But, yes, I did. So we need to do this."

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Nikki took a deep breath before tapping the call-button on her phone. It rang twice before she heard his voice. "Not an everyday occurrence getting a call from Xena, The Warrior Princess herself. What can I do for you?"

Nikki stopped in confusion for a moment. "Uh, what? It's Nikki."

"And I am well aware of that. Do you think I start all my conversations like this? Now, again, what can I do for you, princess?"

Nikki smiled as she rolled her eyes. "You are coming here to eat porridge."

The line went silent for a moment before Crowley spoke again, and to Nikki's relief, his voice sounded amused. "And why, pray tell, am I doing that exactly?"

Nikki could hear the sheepish tone in her voice as she replied. "Because you can..uh..find the almond?" She paused for a moment. "Look, Crowley. We are having all kinds of Christmas traditions going on, and Jenny would love to have you here. And you saved her life, so I am all for it."

"Has she said so?"

"Not in so many words, but I know her. So believe me when I say that she would really like you to be here."

"And what of the Winchesters?"

Nikki shrugged even though he couldn't see it. "They will just have to deal with it, now won't they? Honestly, though, I don't think they mind."

Crowley chuckled. "Very well."

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Nikki had been completely right. She was in the kitchen with the rest when Crowley appeared. Everyone was at the time with their back to where he popped up, so Nikki's eyes went to Jenny to see her friend's head snap up and a beaming smile broaden on her face.

Without turning around, Jenny spoke. "Are you here to win the marzipan pig, Crowley?"

Everyone's heads turned to Jenny with confusion before looking around the room. Crowley chuckled at the response. "You can be sure of it, love. The almond will be mine."

Sam just gawked at The King of Hell, Dean rolled his eyes with a smirk, and Bobby chuckled. "Have a seat then, won't you?"

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Nikki put porridge on the plates and put the almond in one of them before Jenny served everyone, so no one would know who got the almond.

She was thoroughly entertained to find that the tension was high when they started eating. Bobby and Crowley looked amused, but Dean and Sam was obviously having a case of competitive instinct, seeing how they both had grave expressions, and was eating the porridge like it was a matter of great importance. Nikki met Jenny's eyes over the table, and could barely hold back the bubble of laughter that threatened to burst inside of her.

They mostly ate in silence, although Jenny and Nikki tried to keep a conversation going. Crowley joined in now and then with a snarky remark, and it seemed Bobby was mostly amused by the whole thing. Dean and Sam were too focused on the porridge-of-great-importance, and did not say much.

About ten minutes had passed when Crowley froze with a weird expression on his face. A victorious smile broadened on his face as he plucked something from his mouth. The almond.

The King of Hell actually got up from his chair and held the almond in the air with the smuggest smile Nikki had ever seen on his face. "Hah! Victory is mine!" He pointed at Dean and Sam. "Bow to your king, losers!"

Dean rolled his eyes and gave Crowley an annoyed look. "You haven't exactly found The Holy Grail, douchebag. Sit down before you hurt yourself."

Crowley sat down, but the smug smile was well intact when he looked at Dean. "Aw, did I hurt your feelings, squirrel?"

Dean glanced furiously at him. "I'll get over it."

Sam cut in with a very amused smile on his face. "Wait.. That would make you The King of the Almonds, then?"

Crowley spun his head around to look at Sam. "Most certainly not!" The King of the Almonds quickly realised his mistake when everybody burst out laughing. His voice came out in a displeased grumble when he spoke. "Just give me the ruddy marzipan pig, will you?"

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Today had been a good day; Nikki decided when she got ready for bed that night. And tomorrow would be even better. She had found Crowley in the living room at some point, and informed him that his presence on Christmas Eve was pretty much mandatory. She was still wondering why he had looked like she had just caught him doing something he shouldn't, though. Oh, well, she thought. Let's hope it's nothing bad, at least.