"I'm not doing this for your brother Dean", I whispered. "I'm doing it for you."
I tried to smile but it was forced and he knew that I was trying to put on a brave face for him. I had to get on with it before I chickened out. I turned, walked back to Crowley, and stood there in front of him with my head down.
"Is there a quiet place where we can...get to know each other?". I nodded and turned toward the doorway when I felt a hand grab my arm, and spin me around. Dean stood there with a look of terror on his face. "Oh, don't worry Winchester, I won't hurt her too badly. I just want to sample the goods before I commit to buying. But whether I do or not, I'll still help you retrieve Moose's soul from the cage. You have my word."
"Please don't do this Vi!", Dean begged. "You know that I don't feel that way for you! You don't have to do anything for me!" I gently pulled his hand off of my arm and stepped back. Crowley put his hand on my shoulder and it took everything I had to not flinch away from him.
"I know , Dean", I whispered. "It's OK." His face contorted in agony and defeat. I turned, walking past Crowley, and out of the room. I could hear the soles of the demon's dress shoes clicking on the hardwood floor as he followed me. When I reached the stairs, I stood there staring up at the second floor and I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. I heaved a shuddering sigh and started up the steps.
I found a bedroom that looked like it hadn't been used in a while. I walked into the middle of the room and just stood there facing away from the door, hugging myself. I heard the door click shut quietly and I flinched like he had slammed it. I felt a hand fall lightly on my shoulder and pull the strap of my dress down. He ran his hand up my neck and I started to tremble. I felt his other hand snake up my back and grab a fistful of my hair. He yanked my head to the side and stuck his face in the side of my neck. I whimpered and he wrapped his hand around my throat.
"You are so beautiful, Pet", the demon cooed in my ear. A tear leaked from my eye and rolled down my cheek. He licked it off my face before it could reach my chin. I cringed and he chuckled . He let go of my throat and his hand slid down the front of my body until he reached my hip. He pulled me back against him and I could feel the bulge in his pants. "Take off the dress, Love." He was panting now and his breath smelled bad, like rotten eggs. I reached up with a shaking hand and pulled the other strap off my shoulder, letting the dress drop and pool around my feet. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to cover my chest. He grabbed the waistband of my shorts and jerked them down around my ankles. A sob forced it's way out of my mouth before I could stop it.
"Do...do you promise to help Dean?", I whimpered while he pawed and groped my body.
"Of course, Love", the demon purred. "I think I know a way to get Sam's soul back." He grabbed my shoulder and jerked me around to face him. I gasped when I saw his blood red eyes staring down at me. "But enough about Moose..." He grinned at me and slammed my face onto his. He tried to push past my teeth with his tongue but when I wouldn't open my mouth he squeezed my jaw until I had no choice. I tried to shove at his tongue with mine to get him out of my mouth, but he just held my head tighter and closer to his.
When he finally came up for air, he dragged me by the hair toward the bed and threw me down on the mattress on my back. I laid there staring at the ceiling trying not to think about what was coming. I just had to keep telling myself that I was doing this for the right reason and I was doing it for Dean. When I heard that familiar jingling of his belt, I started breathing hard. I felt the bed dip when he climbed onto the mattress and laid on top of me. He pulled my legs apart and settled between them. When he yanked his pants down around his knees, I couldn't ignore what was happening anymore and a quiet sob flew out of my mouth.
"Oh, don't fret, Darling", Crowley purred in my ear. "You'll enjoy this. I promise!" He started kissing and nibbling on my neck and I felt his dick pressing against my opening. I panicked and tried to shove him off of me. I was chickening out again. He grabbed my hands and pulled them over my head and held both my wrists in one hand.
"NO!", I screamed. "PLEASE MMPH!" My scream was cut off when he clapped his hand over my mouth.
"Sorry Sweetheart, but you can't back out on a deal now. I own you!" He let go of my wrists and wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing it in warning. "Now be a good little girl and hold still." He reached down and grabbed his shaft to line himself up. But, at that moment the door flew off it's hinges and Dean rushed into the room. He grabbed Crowley by the back of his shirt and flung him off of me.
"I believe the lady said no", Dean growled. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over me as I huddled against the headboard. Crowley stood up straight, pulling his pants back up. Dean was holding a large knife with strange symbols carved on the blade. The demon barked with laughter and shook his head at Dean.
"Little sister made a deal, Dean", Crowley spat. "She even kissed on it!" Dean looked back at me with wide eyes.
"You kissed this Asshat?", Dean groaned.
"Um...sort of", I whimpered. Dean furrowed his eyebrows at me and then at Crowley.
"Sort of? What do you mean by sort of?" Dean looked at both of us confused. The demon looked nervous. He wouldn't look Dean in the eye.
"I didn't kiss him", I screeched. "He kissed me!" The demon looked at me and sneered. He wasn't happy that I had told Dean that.
"You know that she has to agree to the kiss for the deal to be binding, Crowley!" Dean stalked slowly toward the demon with a look of murderous rage.
"DEAN! STOP!" I jumped from the bed with the blanket wrapped around me. I ran in between Dean and the demon. "We need him Dean!" I shot him a serious glare and he backed down. I turned on Crowley and my serious glare softened to a pleading gaze. "Please Crowley. Help us", I whispered. "The monster...Sam...did terrible things..." I looked down at the floor before I continued. "To me." Crowley's sneer faded quickly from his mouth and was replaced by a look of shock. He looked over my head at Dean and I looked back to see Dean nodding at him. "Please! Please help us get him back!"
"Very well", the demon sighed. I smiled warmly at him and he winked at me. "On one condition." The demon smiled down at me. My smile disappeared in a flash and I heard a growl from behind me. Crowley threw his hands up and chuckled. "Just a kiss!" He turned his face and tapped his cheek with a finger. I rolled my eyes and sighed. If that's what it took to get his help, I would do it. I stepped close to him and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. He turned his face toward me at the last second and kissed me full on the lips. I pulled back and he grabbed the back of my head, forcing his way into my mouth with his tongue. I screamed into his mouth and he froze. He pulled away from me slowly and looked down. I followed his gaze and saw the blade of Dean's knife pressing into Crowley's belly.
"I suggest you let her go", Dean snarled. "If you want to keep your insides from becoming your outsides." The demon smirked, let go of me, and stepped back.
"You always did have a way with words, didn't you Squirrel?" The demon turned and started pacing around the room. "I may have something that will get your brother's soul from the cage. As luck would have it, I recently acquired something that I had been meaning to try on one of my soul contracts. You, know as a trial run. But this may be an even better test."
"Let me guess", Dean retorted. "You have a small purple stone that can trap souls." The demon turned and shot Dean a confused and shocked look. "Lucky guess." Dean looked at me and then back at Crowley. The demon narrowed his eyes at me and then disappeared. I heaved a heavy sigh, but gasped before I had a chance to take another breath. Crowley was back, standing in front of me before I could blink. He held out a small purple crystal for me to see, but pulled his hand back when I reached out to touch it.
"Now, you do know that Sam's soul has been tortured endlessly by Lucifer down there, right?" Crowley began to pace again, tossing the stone up into the air as he walked. "It will drive Moose mad if we put it back in his body in that state."
"We'll burn that bridge when we come to it, Crowley", Dean grumbled. The demon stopped in front of me again and smirked. "What are you smiling at, demon?"
"Oh, nothing!", Crowley chuckled. "But you really should be thanking me." Dean looked at him, bewildered. "I think I have a solution to that problem as well. Be back in a flash." Crowley vanished again and again was back almost as quickly. He handed Dean a piece of paper, Dean read it and then handed it to me. It was several phrases written in Latin and then English.
"Et vocavi vos spiritum. Lapis est in vincula conici.
Ut corpus reverti renovavit.
Dispersio fiat animo fiant.
Pro eo quod laboravit anima ex vobis non potest occurrit in corpore."
"I summon you, spirit. Be imprisoned in stone.
That you may return to your body, renewed.
May the shattering of your spirit be made whole.
The suffering of your soul not be met on the body."
"What is this?", I asked, handing the paper back to Crowley.
"It's an incantation", the demon replied. Dean looked at him suspiciously, gripping the handle of the knife tightly. Something was wrong and Dean knew it.
"Where did you get that incantation, Crowley?", Dean growled. "Because it sounds tailor made for this situation." The demon's smile vanished and he took a step back. "You knew we'd be coming to you for help, didn't you, you son of a bitch?" Dean snarled, stalking toward the demon. He raised the knife to the demon's throat and held it there, shaking with rage. "How long have you had it Crowley?", Dean growled low.
"I don't..." Crowley started to deny the accusation, but Dean cut him off.
"HOW LONG!", Dean screamed, pressing the knife a little harder into his throat. The demon sighed and looked up in Dean's eyes in defeat.
"Almost a year", Crowley said quietly. Dean's face turned red while he seethed. His hand shook violently as he held the blade to Crowley's throat. I could see that Dean desperately wanted to kill him, but he was fighting to hold himself back. He screamed in rage and threw the knife against the wall behind Crowley, making me and the demon flinch. "I had no idea Moose would go this far, Dean. I knew you'd come to me for help and you'd owe me a favor in the future. Had I known he'd..."
"Shut up, Crowley", Dean breathed. Crowley's mouth snapped shut and he backed away from Dean. I walked up to Dean and put my hand on his shoulder.
"I know your angry, Dean. So am I", I whispered. "I wouldn't be in this mess if he'd helped you sooner." He tried to look away but I held his gaze. "But we have to work together now if we want to get Sam's soul back." He sighed and nodded at me. He walked toward Crowley and the demon's eyes went wide. Dean reached over Crowley's shoulder and pulled the knife out of the wall and stalked from the room. I was left standing there alone and naked with Crowley. I was wrapped in a blanket of course but still...
"I'll be back with Sam's soul as soon as I can", Crowley said. "But it will take some time to get to the cage, perform the spell, and get back." I nodded at him and turned to leave the room. He caught me by the arm as I turned away from him. "How about a goodbye kiss, hmm?" I looked at him with a mixture disgust and sarcasm that gave him his answer. "Ah well. Can't blame a demon for trying."
I rolled my eyes at him, picked up my dress, and left the room.
The incantation in this chapter is my own creation. It has no basis in the show or in real witchcraft/Wicca.
I used Google Translate to translate the phrases into Latin. So if any of you Latin speakers out there read this story, please go easy on me if the phrasing is wrong.