A/N: I know I said that this part was taking place somewhere in season 7, but it still doesn't follow cannon. So, when Crowley took the boys to Dick Roman, I don't know what happened, but not what happened in the show. It doesn't fit with where I'm headed. Just a fair warning. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Thirty-Six

Third Person POV

Makayla woke abruptly when the weight of Growley's head on her stomach suddenly disappeared. Makayla opened her eyes to see Crowley removing his jacket and removing his tie. "Glad to see you're awake, love." Crowley said, giving her a tired smile. "How long have I been asleep?" she asked, sitting up and trying to wake herself up. Looking around she noticed two things, it was light outside and Rownan wasn't where he was when she fell asleep. The hellhound had moved and was laying at the foot of the bed now.

"Well, you were out when I brought you home and I've just gotten back, so I'd assume a couple of days." Crowley told her, removing the last of his suit and laying down on the bed next to Makayla. "Well, I did wake up at one point and got your note, but...How long were you gone?" she asked. Crowley looked to her and raised an eyebrow. "Three days." he told her, his voice curious as to what she was getting at.

"I was out for two days?!" she whispered to herself. Makayla shook her head and turned to Crowley, something hitting her when he saw something she couldn't identify in his eyes. "Are you alright?" she asked, cupping his cheek. Crowley closed his eyes and leaned into her touch, bringing his hand up to cover hers. "I thought I'd lost you." he whispered, his voice reflecting the fear she thought she saw moments before in his eyes.

Makayla moved so that she was pressed up the older demon's side. She used her other hand to cup the other side of his face and forced him to look at her. "Crowley, there was no doubt in my mind that you wouldn't do anything in your power as King of Hell to rescue me. After all, you're my knight in a sexy black suit." she told him, smiling warmly and lovingly at him. Crowley chuckled lightly and leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers. "I'm glad you have that much confidence in me and find my suit's sexy."

Makayla laughed and leaned forward to place a light kiss on the older demon's lips. "You're damn right I find the suits sexy. Not many people can pull off the posh look." she told him.

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Crowley woke up sometime in the middle of the night breathing heavily. It had been centuries since he'd had a bad dream. Looking down, he made sure Makayla was still fast asleep on his chest and his dream hadn't been true. Sighing in relief, she wrapped his arm tighter around the younger demon and closed his eyes again. Makayla stirred in her sleep and lazily opened her eyes. "What's wrong?" she asked, curling into Crowley more.

Crowley smiled down at her and kissed her on top of the head, glad he had made it in time to rescue her unlike in the nightmare he'd woken from. "Nothing, darling. Just a dream." he told her, running a hand over her shoulder and down her arm. "Mmm. Wanna talk about it?" she asked, her voice sleepy and her eyes closed again. Crowley chuckled and relaxed into the bed. "Don't worry about it, love." he told her.

Makayla made an intangible noise and her body immediately relaxed, her breathing evening out as she fell back to sleep. Crowley smiled warmly at the demon who was peacefully asleep and partially on top of him and grinned before closing his eyes and falling back to sleep himself.

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Crowley woke up the next morning only to find himself alone in bed. A slight pang of panic struck him, but it faded as he realized that Makayla's side of the bed was still warm and that Growley was still laying in front of the fireplace. If anything had happened, the hellhound would've alerted him. Crowley got out of bed and got ready for the day. As soon as he was done, he headed for the dining room.

Walking in, Crowley found Makayla in her chair, sipping her tea, and reading the portion of the newspaper she always took from him. "Morning." she said, smiling up at him as he came in and sat down in his seat where a cup of coffee was waiting for him. "Morning, darling." he answered, picking up his coffee and taking a drink. "So, you wanna tell me what's happened since I first blacked out?" Makayla asked, folding up her portion of the newspaper and setting down on the table.

Crowley looked to her and raised an eyebrow. "Don't forget what curiosity killed, love." he joked, crossing his legs and leaning back in his chair. Makayla laughed and moved so she was sitting indian-style in her chair. "Last time I check, I was a demon and not a cat." she countered with a grin. Crowley chuckled and sighed, leaning back in his chair to look at the ceiling. Within moments, he was telling her everything that had happened since she'd been kidnapped from her grandmother's house.

"Sounds like you had more fun than I did." Makayla commented when Crowley finished telling her everything. "The thing I don't get," she added, cradling her tea in her hands. "Why the Winchesters if their such a pain in your side?"

Crowley looked at her in question and then carefully calculated his answer. "Because they're good at what they do. I trusted them to find you and they did." he told her truthfully. Makayla smiled and stood up from her chair. Walking over to Crowley, she placed her hands on her shoulders and straddled his lap. "You know, you're not as bad as you keep putting on." she told him with a grin as his hands went instinctively to her hips. Crowley rolled his eyes and smirked up at her. "That's only something you get to see, darling."

A/N: Two updates in one night! Whoop-whoop! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. It was a little difficult to get it to flow right. Anywho, don't forget to review (lol that rhymed!)!