Fifty-Five
She could have just zapped herself clean but Lily enjoyed the feeling of fresh hot water running over her body, cleansing her. She stared at herself in the mirror above the vanity in the shitty hotel room she was in for what seemed like an age before she turned to go back into the room.
Lily dug through her duffel bag and pulled out a change of clothes. When she pulled her bra on she heard the gentle sound of a glass being placed down against the table behind her. She froze.
"Don't mind me luv," Crowley smirked. "I was just enjoying the show."
Lily turned around. "What the bloody hell do you want?" she asked him.
"I hear you're not playing nice with my new employees," Crowley smirked. He stood up, "now we can't have that. So I've to rectify it."
"You're new employees?" Lily scowled.
"Sam and Samuel," he smirked. "You see, I was the one that pulled them out of their perspective little holes. The alpha's they're catching are for me."
Lily shook her head. "No. Crowley, no-"
Crowley held up his hand to shut her up. "Well would you look at that luv," he smirked. "Is that another mark on your arm?"
Lily stared down at her arm to find a second brand sitting just above the first brand. "You said I could have that favour for free!" she argued.
Crowley shook his head. "I was giving you that favour for free. This one is a reminder that you owe me for busting you out of the cage and sending you up stateside."
"It was you?" she gasped. "You did it?"
Crowley chuckled. "I am claiming ownership of you for now, Lily Winchester. You and Sam. If you play nice, I'll release you from your binds and Sam will get his soul back, no harm."
"So what?" Lily snapped. She grabbed her angel blade up off the bed and held it, ready to strike.
Crowley laughed at her. "You misunderstand the nature of our relationship Lily. You work for me now-my own personal little Hell's Angel. If you be a good little angel and do everything I say, I won't throw Sammy back in the cage and give you to my Hell Hounds as a chew toy. Better yet, how about I give Dean to the Hell Hounds as a chew toy?"
He came over to her and put his hand under her chin. "Don't pretend you hate the idea. I talked to Samuel already, he told me what happened during the hunt. You enjoyed killing them. Was it the feeling of dishing out a little pain instead of receiving it? How much do you remember of Michael and Lucifer's little sessions in the cage? I watched, it was amazing that the only thing they didn't touch was your wings and that mark left by little Cassie. I thought that I could use this to my advantage. If I had you and Sam working for me, Dean would follow soon enough. Sam's soul, you-I could hold three of a kind. It's a collectors set."
Lily went to punch him but Crowley grabbed her arm and threw her down on the bed. "Get off me!"
Crowley laughed. "Luv, I'm a man of honour, I won't touch another man's woman but trust me when I say this, Cassie isn't as innocent as he claims to be. A lot can happen in twelve months. People move on." He got up off the bed with a smirk. "Get yourself dressed," he growled. "We've got an appointment with the new staff. Unless you wanna go dressed like that?"
Lily scowled at him. "Wait outside!"
"Really?" Crowley smirked.
"GO!" she yelled.
Crowley left the room leaving Lily to dress, a smile planted firmly on his face. He was extremely proud of himself, three little Winchesters all at his disposal and he was the puppet master.
