Chapter Twenty-Eight

Third Person POV

The odd group spent the rest of the night devising a plan. They knew Markus wouldn't dare try anything while he could sense the two demons and an angel in the house, so they knew they were safe for the night. It was around midnight when Greta shooed everyone away from the table and upstairs to get some sleep. "You need rest. All of you. Your rooms are already made. Gabriel, first door on the left. You two, second door on the right." she said, shutting the kitchen light off and pointing up the stairs with her cane.

The three nodded and headed up the stairs, going into their respective rooms.

Makayla walked over and dropped onto the bed, groaning in delight at the soft texture she landed on. She heard Crowley chuckle and felt the bed dip as he sat down. "How are you feeling, love?" he asked, rubbing soothing circles into her back. "Tired." she mumbled, turning her head to the side so she could look up at the older demon and smiled warmly at him. "But I'll manage." she added.

Crowley chuckled, loosening his tie and then removing his shoes before laying back on the bed. He wrapped his arms around the younger demon's waist and pulled her over so she was resting against him. Makayla made a noise in the back of her throat that sounded suspiciously like a purr and curled further into him, causing Crowley to grin. "You should get some rest, darling. We've got a big day tomorrow." he told her, running his fingers through her hair.

"That sounds wonderful." Makayla mumbled sleepily, nuzzling into Crowley's side. Crowley laughed and with a light snap of his fingers, they were both dressed for bed and under the blankets. Within moments, Makayla was out like a light and wouldn't be up until her body was ready to wake up again. Crowley relaxed into the bed and willed himself to fall asleep so he was ready for the day to come.

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Makayla woke the next morning and smiled sleepily when she was the sun rising through the window. Ironic that the world is ready for another day when I just want to go back to yesterday. she thought to herself, closing her eyes and relaxing further into the demon laying next to her. She felt Crowley's arm instinctively wrap tighter around her and she grinned, deciding that she didn't want to get up quite yet.

About ten minutes later, she could sense Crowley waking up. His heart started beating fast and his breathing came out of the shallow rhythm it'd been in moments before. "Morning, love." he mumbled, nuzzling into her neck. "Morning." she whispered back, entwining their fingers. Crowley gave her hand a gentle squeeze and propped himself up on his elbow so he was in a more comfortable position.

"How do you feel this morning, darling?" he asked, brushing the wild mane of red hair out of her eyes. "Nervous, but I'm guessing that's to be expected. But I know if anything goes wrong, you'll be there in the split of a second." she said, cupping his cheek and running her thumb over the stubble on his cheeks. "Less than a millisecond." he told her, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on her lips. Makayla grinned at him when he pulled away and closed her eyes, not wanting to move from where she was at that exact moment. Luck was not on her side because the back of her mind kept nagging at her that she still had a responsibility to keep what was left of her family safe.

"Ugh, I have to get up and do things." she complained, letting her head drop onto Crowley's chest. Crowley chuckled and ran his fingers through her hair. "We both do." he reminded her, resting his head on top of hers.

"Don't remind me." she groaned, pulling away and sitting up. Crowley laughed and stood up with her. "I think a nice, hot shower would do us both good." he told her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. "Sounds wonderful." she responded, resting her head against his.

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Makayla walked downstairs and into the kitchen. "Good morning, dearie." Greta greeted and Gabriel waved as Makayla sat down at the kitchen table. "Good morning, G.G. Gabriel." she greeted, grinning when a cup of hot, earl grey tea appeared in front her. "Where's your bum?" Greta asked, taking a drink of her coffee.

Makayla rolled her eyes and grinned. "Crowley had some things to take care of downstairs and then he's getting the supplies we need for tonight." she answered, blowing on the tea to cool it off before drinking it. "What are we supposed to do till he gets back?" Gabriel asked, swirling what was left of his chocolate milk around in his glass. "We're going to have to set some devil's traps. Then we wait." she explained.

"I guess Greta and I'll have to take care of those considering, you know, you're a demon and all." Gabriel said, finishing his chocolate milk. "Nice try, slick, but devil's traps don't work on me. I'm immune, I guess you could say." Makayla said, grinning when Gabriel gave her a funny look. "Don't look at me like that. I'm not a normal demon, remember?" she laughed. Greta chuckled and stood up, giving Gabriel a light smack upside the head with her cane. "Be nice to my granddaughter or you'll have hell to pay. Literally, going by how protective the King of Hell is of his queen."

Makayla could feel her cheeks start to burn so she quickly drank her tea and stood up. "Well, we have work to do." she said before leaving the room in search of paint. Greta chuckled and Gabriel watched in confusion as the young demon rushed out of the room. "I'm confused." Gabriel stated, looking to the witch.

Greta paused and looked in the direction her granddaughter headed. "I believe she's still a little confused about her relationship with the King of Hell. She's not used to anyone other than demons knowing about the two of them. Understandable, I guess." she said before following after Makayla. Gabriel sat by himself in the kitchen for a couple of minutes before shaking his head and going after the women.

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