A/N: hello fellow Supernatural fans hunters readers and my amazing lovely loyal followers. All the love goes to you all! I am so happy that you guys are enjoying this! And I am happy to say that I have completed this one. All I have to do is just post the chapters. And I am happy to let you guys know that I started on part 4! I have the first chapter done! Yey!


Reader: Thank you so much for reading and rviewing! And his Dean. He will figure it out eventually. But I kind of want their relationship to move slow. I don't want the relationship to move too fast. Because I feel with Dean It would take him a while to have feelings for someone again after Lisa, It would probably take him a while to even admit to his feelings for Blake. Not to mention, Blake has her own issues to deal with. Which you will discover eventually. That being said, they definitely have feelings for each other, But they're basically beating around the bush. Lol.

Guest: Yeah. His Dean. Thank you for reading and rviewing!

Blake: Hey guys! What's up? Nothing but the sky? Smirk. I just wanted to say thank you for reading my story. I mean, Who else is going to tell it. Dean sure as hell won't.

Dean: Because people need to do more things with their lives instead of writing about us.

Blake rolling her eyes: Shut up Dean.

Dean, smirked: Whatever cupcake.

Sam: you two get a room!

Blake and Dean: Shut up Sam.

Carry on wayward supernatural fans.


Blake was standing in line. Sam and Dean was back at the Motel. She needed some air so she went out to pick up some food. Her thoughts was mainly on the case and not on her surroundings. This was so obvious a witch, what she couldn't figure out was the why. She started doing something that she thought she would never do, she started searching through Dean's memories. They were a part of her now, so why not use the knowledge that the memories held? There was one pacific memory that she found amusing. It was a memory of Sam and Dean Trying to literally marriage council to witches that were married. The whole situation was comical.

"Now why is the little honey bee so far away from her nest?" Spoke a smooth deep british voice from behind her making her jump in spin around. She glared at her unwanted company. Memory after memory popped up about this specific man, or, demon. She rolled her eyes and turned back around, hoping if she ignored him he will go away. "Did I offend the little bee?" Crowley asked in her ear.

"No." She replied, knowing that ignoring him wasn't going to work. "What are you doing here? Don't you have souls to torture?" A few people in line turned in gave her strange looks. She ignored them.

"I got bored." The king of hell said stepping around her to stand beside her. "This seemed more interesting."

An unwanted memory flashed through her mind of Crowley tied to a chair in a church. Sam was about to Finish the ritual of closing the gates of hell for good. But Dean managed to talk him out of it. Sometimes the memories would just come against her will. This memory she didn't mind. It kinda made her smile to see the love and trust that the brothers had in each other.

What she could gather from the memories Crowley was different from that day and on. Was it because he had a little bit of humanity? He had helped out the boys a lot. And if she was being honest, she liked him. She didn't trust him of course, that was a foolish thing to do. But she liked him. He was a hard guy not to like. And at times he was right down freaking hilarious. Here lately Crowley would randomly show up to chit chat with her. She doesn't entirely know why. But she got the impression that the demon was lonely. But she didn't mind.

She of course hadn't told the boys. Dean would most likely give her a speech that 'you can't have a pleasant conversation with a demon', as Sam would just sigh and shake his head and say 'Dean's right. You can't trust him. Or any demon'. And she would shoot back with Ruby and that one demon that Dean was having a pleasant conversation with when he got stuck in the basement of that guy's house. Not to mention Meg. Another demon who had helped them out a lot. Who had died helping them. She could actually play the scene in her mind. And she knew the conversation would go exactly like that. Sometimes the Winchester brothers was Predictable. Especially since she had Dean's memories.

But actually, she did have polite and good conversations with Crowley. Sometimes it was easier to talk to the Demon then it was to Sam or Dean. Dean wasn't an easy person to talk to, hell, The hunter wasn't an easy person to be around most of the time. But Crowley understood what it was like to be an outsider, to be different. Like Sam Jack and Cas.

She knew Crowley was most likely trying manipulateing her in some way. But it was nice having someone to talk to that didn't judge her, or give her a curious look, look at her like she was a bomb that was about to go off. He looked at her like she was human. It was true that Sam jack and Cas didn't look at her in that way, but Dean did.

She was no fool. She knew the reason why he wanted her to stay at the motel. Because he couldn't trust that she wouldn't lose control over her powers, he couldn't trust her. Having Dean's memories showed her that it took a lot to earn his trust, if it all. He reminded Blake of herself. Not wanting to trust or get too close. His reasonings are totally different from hers.

"Are you saying hunting down a bunch of witches is more interesting than torturing?" She asked as the line moved forward.

"Yes." Crowley replied honestly. "Even before I took one for 'the team' I was feeling bored and restless."

"For some reason I find that hard to believe. Since you fought so hard to keep Helen your grasp."

He looked at her. "I'm guessing the Winchester's told you?"

"No."

"Then how did you know?"

"I saw Dean's memories." What was the point of lying? "And something that I can't control. And once I see someone's memories it's like I experience their life right along with them. So I pretty much know everything that Dean does. I also know that you were trying to stop him when he had the mark. But I'm curious if you were afraid of him," She said looking over at the demon. "or that you seriously care about him, so you didn't like seeing him that way. Which is it?"

"Why can't it be both?"

She smiled. "I suppose it can be both. Is it because you have some humanity?"

"Perhaps."

"Are you still hooked on human blood?"

"Perhaps."

...


Crowley vanished by the time she made it back to the motel room. When she opened the door she expected the brothers to be on their laptops. She didn't expect, However, To see the older Winchester jumping on the bed like he was five. "Dean? The fuck?"

Dean plopped down on the bed. "Ooh. You said a bad word." He said childishly.

"Like you haven't? Are you drunk?"

Sam Was sitting at the small table near the window looking exasperated. "I think he is very drunk."

"Fantastic." She close the door in threw the bag of food at Dean. "Eat." Dean grabbed the bag and pulled out the burger and started eating. She handed Sam his Bag of salad. "Did you find out anything?"

"It's definitely witches." Sam said, starting to eat his salad.

"You still have those which killing bullets?"

"Always."

Dean let out of small noise of victory when Scooby-Doo came on the TV. He sat down on the floor in front of the TV eating his burger as he watched. Blake snickered and went to take a quick shower, thanking nothing of Dean's behavior. It's not the first time that he acted like a child.