Dirty Deeds

They had left that table with the cold food gone terribly to waste and up to a nice furnished bedroom. Valkyrie and Crowley negotiated their hearts out and it had gone fairly well. She had ruled out any oral activity that wasn't kissing as well as any anal activity. He wanted some kicky moves and she decided to give him that.

He undressed and deflowered her in an instant, virtually by the snap of his fingers, but the rest was pure bliss. They had about two hours and fifteen minutes together after talking… and they actually spent about two hours in bed. Crowley confessed that he liked it rough, but he was gentle enough with her, as if he respected her too much to hurt. He also boasted at how skilled he was in the art of torturing, but he stared into her, telling her that torture and pleasure were one of the same.

Once sex had begun, she understood what he meant for a small moment because her brain shut down and the body reveled in the touches he gave.

He placed his hands and lips everywhere on and in her body, places she hadn't expected him to go. He was clearly a dominant lover, but every touch was titillating. No wonder shivers ran down her spine around him, it's like she knew this moment would come. Her body quivered with chills nearly every second his vessel's skin was on hers and she didn't want it to end.

For the King of Hell, he was a pretty smooth lover.

She laid next to Crowley, looking up at the ceiling. No doubt he was staring at her, licking his lips like he could unleash his desires on her once more. Her body was exhausted after everything Crowley had done, as fun as it was, but her mind was still swirling like it was on an acid trip. It was pure ecstasy.

While lying in bed, enjoying the side effects of sex with Crowley, Valkyrie had some questions dancing around in her head. Why did Crowley take such an interest in her? Why did he want to have sex with her? Surely demons weren't into that sort of thing… right?

"I'd hate to return to business so soon, but I'm sure you'll agree it is pertinent." Crowley said and Valkyrie just nodded her head, still in ecstasy. "In order to prevent Death from killing you, I might have to go to drastic measures." He said and she was too dazed to even ask exactly what drastic measures did he mean.

"Okay." Valkyrie said, nearly smiling as if her body was reliving the memories of Crowley's touches and kisses. She could still feel tingles up and down her body, making her confused for a brief moment. Was sex really over?

"You'll have to reside here. Death can't cross into Hell; it's out of his jurisdiction. I'll put Dean's worried mind at ease and allow him to visit when he's calmed down." Crowley said and then he became silent. When Valkyrie glanced over, the spot next to her was empty. Crowley had vanished and it was only then it hit her like a ton of bricks.

The bedroom was completely different. It was the same one they were in when sex started. This one looked regal and dark. Valkyrie bolted up in bed and realized there was no door on any wall.

She was in Hell and Crowley was keeping her there.

As panic quickly set in, she tried to calm herself by repeating Crowley's words in her head like she was rewinding a cassette. He was willing to protect her by keeping her out of Death's reach, which just to happens to be Crowley's kingdom. As ironic as it was, she was in the safest place.

And with sex that good, if Crowley gave back in, looking for seconds, she would refuse. It was the best sex she ever had, it being the first, but she was comparing it to her memories as Dean's subconscious mind. Nothing could compare. Crowley was the King of Hell, King of Torture and King of Sex.

Valkyrie laid back down in the warm and soft bed, closing her eyes and falling into sleep; her body being too exhausted to let her mind race with worry.

As Crowley left, he appeared back into that stingy motel room as quick as a flash. Of course, there was Dean who nearly tore the whole place as if Valkyrie was hiding under all the furniture. It didn't take him long to notice the presence of a demon in that small motel room.

"You son of a bitch." Dean said, ready to rush at Crowley with fists. Crowley flicked his hand and sent Dean into the wall, crashing hard and damaging the wall. He fell to the floor and looked up, shaking off any pain he felt.

"Although you are correct about my mother, I'm here to discuss your better half." Crowley replied, watching Dean slowly get up, brushing the pieces of the wall off his clothing.

"Where is she?" he asked, glaring at the King of Hell, standing there with a slight smirk on his face.

"In Hell." He said and Dean's face paled as all the tensed muscles relaxed in shock. "Don't worry, she's safe. It's what she wanted." He added and Dean's face slowly frowned with rage.

"She'd never want that." He replied and Crowley grinned at him, contemplating whether to tell him about their time together, in all its glorious details.

"I imagine she didn't tell you." He said and Dean just glared with a hint of concern in his eyes.

"What?" he asked, that concern turning to fear.

"In order to save your brothers, Valkyrie must stay dead." Crowley said and Dean's rage vanished as the fear took over. As much as Crowley would like to take pleasure in that fear, it was actually annoying. "She asked for my protection and I saw no reason to withhold it." he added and Dean tried for a frown, but it wasn't convincing.

"What did you do to her?" Dean asked and as he approached, his face paled again as he could smell Valkyrie's perfume on Crowley. "You bastard." He snapped and tried for a punch, but Crowley sent him crashing into the wall again.

As Dean glared at Crowley, he feared what had happened to her. Did Crowley rape her? Did he torture her? It made Dean wonder what danger he got her into. If he hadn't made that deal with Crowley, she'd still be with him, safe and unharmed.

"When you calm yourself, you can ask her. Until then, be more civil." Crowley said and watched as Dean got up, brush off the pieces of wall, his pain and no doubt his bruised ego.

"Just take me to her." Dean said with anger, Crowley wanted to tease him some more; ask for the magic word, but he was really buying Valkyrie some time. He knew that after their lovely time together, she'd need to sleep.

Crowley reached out to Dean, placing his hand on his tensed shoulder, and then snapped his fingers. In an instant, they were in that regal and dark bedroom with a sleeping Valkyrie in the bed. However, having Dean cough out a lung woke her up. She sat up, rubbed her face and then her eyes widened in shock.

"Dean?" she asked and then immediately pulled the blanket up to hide her naked body. Crowley snapped his fingers and she glanced down, seeing her body covered by a black silky pajama suit. Valkyrie glanced up at Crowley and gave him a quick smile, but when Dean looked up at her, her smile turned slightly sad. "You okay?" she asked and he straightened up and quickly walked over to her.

"Me? What about you?" he asked, sitting on the bed as she moved closer to the edge. "Are you okay? Did that son of a bitch hurt you?" he asked and her eyes widened.

"Dean!" she said and he stared at her, surprised. "Crowley didn't hurt me!" she said and when Dean noticed her black silky pajamas, he turned and glared at Crowley. Valkyrie quickly pulled his face back towards her with a glare of her own. "Stop acting like a jerk." She said and when she glanced over at Crowley, her face softened. "A moment please?" she asked and when Dean looked over, Crowley was already gone.

When he looked back at Valkyrie, her glare was replaced with worry.

"Val, are you really okay?" he asked and then a tear began to form in her eyes. "I knew it. That son –" he began, but anger quickly returned for a brief moment.

"No!" she snapped and more tears began to form, threatening to fall down along with her strong woman façade. "Crowley wanted some time alone with me so he could tell me that he was the one to resurrect me." she said and Dean was lost for words. "He also told me I don't have a soul." She added and Dean just stared at her blankly.

He tried for words, but when the tears fell, he knew she hadn't yet told him the worst part. He pulled her into is arms, holding her tightly and she couldn't fight the tears anymore. He wanted to tell her that she's be alright, but being soulless and resurrected by Crowley… nothing about that was alright.

"Did Crowley take your soul?" he asked, afraid that he just asked a stupid question that would upset her.

"No, I never had one, Dean." she said and he nodded, finally understanding and beginning to understand why she intrigued Crowley so much. "But, it's why I'm here that worries me the most." She said and when she pulled away, Dean could see the worry all over her face. She couldn't meet his eyes and this made him panic a little.

"Valkyrie, whatever happens, nothing matters as much as you." He said and she closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. He couldn't tell if that made matters better or worse.

"That's what I'm afraid of." She mumbled. Dean wasn't sure he heard correctly, but he could see the pain on her face, like she had a huge regret. When she finally met his eyes, he could see the regret and the fear.

"Tell me." he said with a soft tone of voice. Her chin trembled and he found it difficult not to kiss her, in hopes of chasing away whatever plagued her with pain.

"Death will save Sam and Adam if I die and I asked Crowley to keep me safe." She said and began crying again, her words nearly coming out as sounds. "I just exchanged their lives for mine." Valkyrie added and Dean could hear the pain in her voice. He knew she wasn't sure if what she had or not, but the uncertainty was torturing her.

Dean held her tightly in his arms, feeling her hands grab hold of his shirt and clutching it in a tight grip. She cried on his shoulder and he stroked her head, tempted to tell her how much he loved her. He wanted to, but it was as if he didn't have the capabilities of saying it; like that part of him was shut down long ago, long before Valkyrie entered his life.

"We're going to find a way to save Sam and Adam. I'm not losing you." He said and found that, even if he hadn't bluntly said it, he had in his own way. He could feel her tension slip away and he decided to get her mind off of it. "So, how is it to spend three hours with Crowley?" he asked and he felt her laugh.

"Nice, actually." She said which surprised Dean.

"Just what did you do?" he asked and she remained silent. "Val?" he asked and she looked up at him, forcing a smile.

"Diner." She replied and he knew she wasn't telling him everything.

"And?" he asked and she tried to wipe away her tears while playing the innocent know-nothing role. "I smelled your perfume on him." he added and she glanced up at him with a slight frown.

"You can't be serious." She said, still wiping away some tears.

"Did you…" he said, letting his sentence drop. She met his eyes and sighed.

"Sex, Dean. It's not hard to say the word. And yes, I did." She said, looking away. Dean immediately backed away; looking at her like she had suddenly became a stranger. When she met his eyes, she frowned and nearly snarled at him. "Stop looking at me like that! It was a deal and Crowley was very nice." She said and Dean looked disgusted.

"You liked it?" he asked and Valkyrie rolled her eyes, grunting. When she looked at him, she was becoming angry.

"You sound like a child. Yes, I had sex with Crowley, it was great and he's going to keep me safe from Death so you can nag me about it for the rest of our lives." She snapped and Dean just couldn't believe she had sex with, not only a demon, but the King of Hell, willingly as part of a deal. "Now go and make sure Death and Sariel bust your brothers out of that damned cage." She said, nearly glaring at him.

Not only was Dean a little shocked to hear she had sex with Crowley, but it made him wonder if she did love him like he loved her. When he remained in place, staring at her, she narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

"What?" she asked him, snapping him out of his thoughts. He tried to say something, but seemed lost for words. At that moment, her face softened and she got out of bed, looking really good in that silk pajama suit. "Look, I know you care deeply for me. And I feel the same about you. I know this isn't easy for either of us, but Sam and Adam can't stay in that cage." She said, standing just a couple of inches away from him. "I'll be okay and when this is all done, we're going to lock ourselves in a motel room for a week." She said, getting Dean to crack a smile.

"Sounds good." He said as he pulled her into his arms, kissing her head. They stared at each other, slightly stunned by the sudden kiss, but Valkyrie smiled and pulled his head closer, pressing her lips hard against his. When she pulled back, she smiled at his surprised expression, smacked his chest and took a step back.

"You lovebirds done?" Crowley asked, mostly looking at Dean.

"She'll be safe?" Dean asked and Crowley raised an eyebrow, as if the question was redundant. "Won't Death keep searching for her, putting off releasing Sam and Adam?" he asked and Crowley squinted slightly as if he was getting annoyed.

"Pussy-footing around asking for my help is futile. I'm keeping Valkyrie safe. What more to you want?" he asked and before Dean could reply, probably with a complaint, Crowley snapped his fingers and sent him back to the torn up motel room.

He glanced at Valkyrie who crossed her arms over her chest, shifting from one foot to another.

"So, any chance that delicious meal is still up for grabs?" she asked with a slightly nervous smile.