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Dean

He woke up with a frown. Where was he? Definitely not the couch, it was a bed. The bed was soft; it smelled nice, like really nice. Like fabric softener and a faint smell of a woman's perfume. Nikki's bed.

He turned around. She was laying with her back turned to him, hair spread out on the pillow next to him. The sheet had slid down to her waist; he could see her legs had been tangled in the sheets. And what legs it was. Those shorts had to be forbidden in at least three states, of that he was sure.

He leaned up on his elbow, raising an eyebrow, enjoying the view. He let his eyes follow the lines going from her shoulder, sliding down to a curve, before going upwards to her hips. And those legs, wow. He was happy because things were starting to get back to normal from being awkward after the kiss that had happened a few days ago. And now he woke up in her room, but he hoped things wouldn't get weird again.

Suddenly she jolted awake, sitting on the bed. With big eyes she looked over at him, and he smirked. She tried to get up, but then she lost balance because of the sheets that was still twisted around her legs. And with a "Wooops!" she landed on the floor with a bang.

He leaned over, trying not to laugh. And then she hopped up, looked at him and he could see she was starting to recall last night. She was breath-taking, although he would never admit to that.

-o-

Nikki

Nothing had happened. He had come in her room, having a very vague reason. Something about if she'd seen his phone charger. When she looked at him, she just smiled a teasing smile. She knew he had heard the TV in her room (So what if she had turned the volume up, so that he would notice? He didn't need to know that, right?) Scooting over, making room for him she had laughed at him. A sheepish smile was all she got before he snagged all the popcorn, looking at the TV-screen.

He had come to her room sometimes now, always when she was watching movies. Even when she was watching the so called "chick-flick movies". He bitched about it after the movies were done, of course, but she thought he liked it in her room. "So much more comfy here then on that old couch" he used to say when she told him that he could leave if he didn't like the choice of movie.

Nikki was overjoyed that things had gotten a bit less awkward then it had been after their first kiss. Wait, first kiss? Did she think there would be more? she thought.

So, nothing had happened. But why was he still here, the next morning? They had to have fallen to sleep. It was late when Nikki had retreated to her room last night, and dean hadn't showed up before she had showered and was 10 minutes into "Pirates of the Caribbean" It had been nice, just relaxing and doing nothing together.

She felt a slight panic, but decided to relax. They had just slept, although memories of a warm body behind her and an arm around her waist drifted through her mind. Wow, she thought. He's a cuddler. Who would have thought?

Suddenly she was very aware of her t-shirt and shorts, mixed with sheets and sleepy eyes and messy hair. She looked at him lying across her bed, grinning. It made her mind go to very heated places, and she yelped in embarrassment.

"Good morning to you to. It was great and all, but I have to go find Sam." When he stood up, she took a step backwards causing her to almost fall over again. She could hear him chuckle. "I'll see you downstairs, and I will make you some coffee so you can start coordinate right again" She watched him exit her bedroom in a wrinkled t-shirt and sweatpants.

"Wow, I slept in the same bed as Dean Winchester. That is so not good for my blood pressure. "She closed the door, untangled from the sheets and made a little crazy dance while getting ready for a shower. This was going to be a good day.

Then she stopped in her tracks, remembering that it was New Year's Eve. "Coffee. I need coffee. And then I have to talk with Jenny. TURKEY!"

-o-

She had managed to get a cup of coffee, but all she got out of her friend was almost being snapped at for not understanding the importance of the turkey, so Nikki had hastily retreated to her room. She was now sitting on her bed, folding clothes and listening to one of her spotify-lists. She was now listening to one her favorite Norwegian singers, Christel Alsos singing her song called Found.

She'd taken a day off. Rest-day Sam called it. She didn't object on that. This was a good day. She was going to help Jenny move her stuff in the attic, but that wasn't until later.

She was so happy for Jenny, the attic was perfect for her. She would have room for all the computer-stuff she needed and also room for her puppy. It was a hellhound, of course.

Nikki had to laugh, Jenny had really become the Queen of the hellhounds. Scary bastards, but Nikki had to admit it was some charm in them as well. Although she needed glasses to see them. And they made her feel safer here as well. Good thing they were on their side, she wouldn't like to have them turned against her.

Suddenly she heard a flutter right by her bed, and made a surprised sound. "I am truly sorry if I startled you" Castiel stood right by her bed, actually he was almost standing on her foot.

"Castiel, hi! Where have you been? I was starting to think you've abandoned us," she said, smiling. She tried to stand up but he was almost hovering over her.

"I'm sorry, Dean told me about personal space," Castiel said, taking a step back.

"No worries, I'm not Dean. But anyway, you left so abruptly last time we...um..talked." She stood up and smiled.

"Yes, I understood that my presence was no longer required. And Dean seemed to be upset, so when you started to yell at each other I tried to give you what humans call space. Although, that's not accurate." She felt sorry for Castiel, he was trying so hard to understand human interactions.

"Yes, well we had a little disagreement. He misunderstood something and well, he is Dean," she said, trying to figure out how to explain this as simple as she could. "You didn't do anything wrong, Castiel. You helped me out when nobody else was around. Although it was a little surprising, you helped me when I was stuck under that mistletoe. So, thanks." She felt her cheeks get warm, hoping he would let the subject go.

"I don't think Dean liked that I helped you. That is why he got so upset, wasn't it?," he asked, cocking his head.

Nikki had to smile, he was so damned cute! She knew he was all powerful Angel of The Lord, but when he cocked that head of his he was adorable. And she really didn't want to talk about Dean with Castiel. It was confusing enough as it was. "Yeah, kind of. It's complicated, sweetie. Don't worry about it, please. He's gotten over it now, he is not angry anymore. My guess is that if you talk to him, you'll see that he is back to normal," she said, starting to get a bit desperate to change the subject. "Anyway, what are you doing here?"

"My name is Castiel, why do you call me sweetie?" he asked. She sighed, surprised at herself for calling an angel of The Lord 'sweetie'. She hadn't even noticed. "It's an endearment. People can give each other nick names if they like the other person. Like 'dear' or 'love', but that's usually exchanged in a romantic relationship. I call you sweetie, because I'd like to consider you a friend." And now she just felt stupid.

But he smiled at her, seeming to like the idea. "That seems..nice. I would like to be your friend." Castiel looked at her docking station, walking over to it he said:" I like this music, it's calming. The sounds are not so unlike hymns." He stood there and just looked at the thing that played such beautiful music.

"Castiel? Did you have some reason to come here? Not that I don't like that you're here, but.." She stopped talking, noticing that he seemed a bit worried. "What is it? Do you have something on your mind?," she asked, taking a step towards him forcing him to look at her. When he looked at her she could see he was on the verge to ask her something, so she just looked back.

He retreated his eyes, looking anywhere but at her. "I have taken a great amount of time trying to understand what you showed me the first time we met. It seemed like I would step over the line and make some big mistakes. Opening purgatory was clearly not the best decision. The thought troubles me. Am I that mistaken in my believes? Could I really go against the orders I have from Heaven, rebelling and make a deal with the king of hell? And all those souls I saw in your mind, it seems like nothing I would even consider" He looked terrified and she felt sorry for him.

Trying to make him understand that none of this had happened, that was just what she said. "You haven't done any of that, you are not going to either. Sweetie, you need to understand that it's not going to happen because you won't allow it. You saw what happened, and I think it fills you with dread. Please, Castiel you can't let this weigh you down. It has never happened, nor will it happen"

She wrapped her hands around him without thinking, just wanting to give him reassurance and make him understand. "None of that is important, because it's not going to happen. Alright?" She started to feel a bit stupid, trying to give him a hug but then she felt his arms go around her waist. She smiled over his shoulder. "Thanks for hugging me back, Castiel. It was getting a bit awkward for me."

They both stepped back, and she laughed. Castiel gave her a small smile and said:" I have seen humans do this gesture, I find it intriguing." He looked at her, seeming to be a bit more at ease. "I will do as you say, it has not happened. I will try not to think about it any further." With that he was gone.

-o-

Jenny

Jenny wondered how the hell she was the one that had ended up doing this. Being responsible for the turkey. She was responsible for the friggin turkey that everyone would be eating later that night. Worst idea ever, she thought as she checked on the ruddy bird for the eighth time in fifteen minutes. She had been watching the bloody thing like her life depended on it for the last hour and a half, and was at this point religiously invested in the late bird.

She had her iPad with Martha Stewart's - how to roast a turkey on the counter, and had read through the whole thing so many times that she by now knew it by heart, but still felt like she had no idea what she was doing. Why did she mention that she had roasted a turkey before? Worst idea ever. This was an ordeal. The bloody turkey was an ordeal.

Checking the turkey for the ninth time, she shook her fist at it. "Bloody bird! I'm glad you're dead!"

"Why are you arguing with the turkey, love?"

Jenny spun around, blushing furiously. "Uh, well, I forgot that I hated cooking for a moment, and ended up being responsible for roasting the infuriating creature."

Crowley stepped towards the oven, bending down to take a look. "Ah, yes, I can see it now, the way it lies there just waiting for a chance to torment you." He cocked his head, looking at the turkey. "I find the left side to be especially provocative. Oh, and that right leg.. Completely out of line."

Jenny growled and smacked him on the shoulder. "Stop being obnoxious, you insufferable demon. You are supposed to be on my side."

He turned to her with a playful smile, and before she knew it, she was trapped between him and the kitchen counter. "Of course I am on your side, love. Atrocious turkey."

He was so close to her that she had to fight to keep her breathing steady as she rolled her eyes at him. "Impossible man." Crowley just gazed at her with a small smile, making her head spin with confused emotions and frustration. She couldn't take it anymore.

Meeting his eyes, she spoke without really thinking. "What do you want from me? What is it that you want from me?"

His eyes widened in surprise before narrowing again, obviously trying to figure out how to answer her. After the longest moment in Jenny's life, he spoke. "What do you want me to want from you?"

Jenny closed her eyes for a moment and sighed. Opening them again, she shook her head. "No. I asked you. Please, Crowley, no more games. Please don't toy with me."

His expression darkened. "I am not playing games or toying with you, Jenny."

"Then what? What are you doing?"

"I.. I am not sure I know."

The next moment, Jenny was once again alone with the atrocious turkey.

-o-

The turkey was finally done, and the guests were starting to arrive, but Jenny was miserable. Oh God, please don't say I scared him away again. Just please, she thought, as she headed upstairs to change.

-o-

Crowley

He knew leaving her like that was a rotten thing to do. But he couldn't stay there, looking into those pleading, brown eyes, searching for answers he could not give.

What was it that he wanted from her? Nothing. He wanted nothing from her. He wanted her. And it was completely ridiculous. It would never work. She was human. Human! And he was The King of Hell! The King of friggin HELL. He had to stop this, break it off right now, before it went too far. He had to stop going there, stop going to her.

The King of Hell was brutally reminded of the fact that some of his humanity had returned in the same second he finished the thought. The pain that engulfed him was so unfamiliar that it left him gasping for air, and his knees almost buckled.

He hated having a heart. Because a heart could break. And Crowley had just gotten a taste of how it felt.

Slumping down in a chair, he put his head in his hands. Who was he trying to fool? He wouldn't be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tried. So what, what could he do? Just give in?

And what then? She would be a target the second someone found out. She would be hunted. And someone would most certainly find out. Thinking anything else was just naïve. Being with him would put her in so much danger. Could he do that to her? Could he risk it?

What if she was able to defend herself? She already had the Hellhounds, and she could sense demons. Perhaps her abilities could be strengthened? If he trained her.. Yes..if he trained her, perhaps then she could have a chance.

Perhaps she should have a saying in all this as well? Crowley's breath hitched from the next thought. What if she didn't want him? Maybe she just wanted answers because she did not want this?

It was The King of Hell that went in search of answers this time.