The song here is "Hey You" by Pink Floyd.
Hey You
They got back, not to the office, but their apartment. Crowley was not pleased. If anything, he was stressed. Clara felt a little bad, because she insisted they go visit Sam, but she believed he had to eventually face the hunter and let him know that yes, Dean was a demon.
Did she want him to do anything, like help Sam get his brother back? She would like it if he did, but she knew better. Demons don't help unless they get something out of it, not that Clara thought that was a bad thing.
Dean wore the Mark of Cain and he would never want to let it go. Crowley was right, Dean would cause chaos trying to keep it and it was best to let him be. The last thing they needed was a slashing crazed demon with the Mark. And even if he did return to Sam, what would become of the Mark?
She walked over to Crowley who had his back turned and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder blades. She could sense that he wasn't happy that she wanted to go see Sam and she got him to take her to the hunter. However, she knew how to turn his frown upside down, so to speak.
"We should spend all day in bed." She said softly and she could feel him relax, as if he liked the idea. Her hands rose up on his chest and gripped his jacket. He let her pull it off of him and she caught sight of a grin on his lips. She tossed it behind her and he slowly turned to face her with the demon glimmer in his eyes.
She slipped out of her shoes and he quickly picked her up in his arms with a low growl in his throat. She wrapped hers around his neck and stroked his hair as they stared at each other.
"I was quite impressed with you today." He said with a grin so dark and wicked, for a second she thought he was about to get angry with her. But the feeling in her body told her otherwise. This wasn't anger; it was seductive hunger.
"I'm good at being bad." She said with a little evil giggle and stroked his face, following his jaw line, encouraging another growl from her lover.
"Indeed." He replied, carrying her over to the bed.
"Mad that I took your phone?" she asked him with a dark glimmer in her eyes matched with a dark grin.
"How could I, darling?" he asked her and kissed her softly. "However, I'd be certain to keep an eye on you." He added which made her laugh and smile.
Oh, how he enjoyed the sound of her laughter and the sparkle in her eyes when she smiled. It aroused him.
He walked to the bed and dropped her on it, staring down at her with a sinister grin.
"Is this the part where you tell me I'm a bad girl?" she asked him, propping herself on her elbows, crossing her ankles over and looking up at him with a seductive grin.
"No, it's the part where I show you." He replied, bending over her with a predatory stare. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck when he was over her.
"FYI, dear," she began between kisses. "I'm not fond of handcuffs." She added and she could feel his lips widen in a smile. When he pulled away, he stared at her like she was everything to him, only with a darkly seductive glimmer.
"I don't need handcuffs." He said and there was a slight growl in his throat. That sent a chill down her spine as well as an urge to just give in completely to him.
At that moment, there was a knock on their door. He sighed and glanced over. For the first time, she saw how he looked when truly angry. He slid off and when he was on his feet, walked towards the door with anger in every moment.
She slid off the bed as well and stood behind him, but with some distance, of course. The demon in her immediately felt afraid, but it also knew that he'd never turn that anger towards her, so the fear quickly vanished.
He opened the door and a female demon stood there, looking just as angry.
"I heard that you took the Mendel deal. That was mine. I'm in charge of the crossroads. Not you. Not anymore." She said and Clara saw Crowley's body tense with anger. Oh, Hell was about to be unleashed.
"Need I remind you who I am to you?" Crowley asked her. Regardless of his anger and the sharp coldness, his voice was smooth. "Need I remind you that when I am here, you are to wait until I am in my office? Need I remind you that if you need to speak me, you are to speak to my lieutenant first?" he asked her, his voice rising with every question. There was rage increasing in his voice and the demon began to shrink away and lower her eyes.
"You expect me to talk to Nikolai after what he -" she began, the anger still in her voice, but it was nothing compared to Crowley's tone now.
"Yes!" Crowley snarled. "And if you ever have the audacity to knock on this door again, I will torture you myself!" he snapped and the demon was frozen in sheer terror.
At that moment, Nikolai arrived and stood behind the invading demon.
"Take whatever it is Zephyr wants and leave it on my desk." Crowley said and slammed the door in the demon's face.
Crowley then just stood there, fuming angry. Clara had that frightened feeling creep back, for the obvious reason that Crowley radiated with power when he was enraged. Most importantly, he could be quite unpredictable. On the other hand, knowing that she was his Queen, she knew he wouldn't hurt her in anger.
She walked over to him and stood between him and the door. She closed the gap between them and she could see his anger beginning to simmer down. She stroked his face until he looked at her with soft eyes.
This is what he wanted most: someone all to himself that could distract him. And she was perfection.
"Where were we?" she asked him and lead him back to their bed once his lips broaden into a mischievous grin.