'It had been over a year since Sam felt this way about a girl. As he held Madison, as she kissed him, his heart lightened. It was the first good thing to happen to him in months. They'd fallen onto the bed, her shirt slipping off...'
"River? Did you hear me? I brought lunch."
River jerked her head up as Crowley sorted out the chinese food on the table. He glanced up from a carton of fried rice.
"What is it? You're red."
"I'm having trouble with a sentence." River stated as she grabbed some Leechi nuts.
"I thought you had a super brain." Crowley replied as he scooped out some lo mein. "You eat like a bird."
"It doesn't It refers to a shaking person belonging to a club, but possessive, entering a girl's soaked cat."
"What?" Crowley replied, "Confusing, even for Chuck's Gospel of Winchester. Pass it here. You're probably reading it wrong."
River shrugged and slid the e-reader over as she fed Grim an egg roll. Puppy Grim got a shrimp.
"Let's see..." Crowley tapped it. "His quivering member slipped into her dripping wet..." He froze and put down his plate for Beezlebub. "I'm no longer hungry."
"What does it mean?" River ate another leechi. Crowley stared at her.
"You don't get what..."
"Or the bit about 'they reached Heaven and her valley collapsed into milky floods'. Did they die?"
River tilted her head as Crowley stared at her.
"What do you know about sex?"
"It makes babies."
"Oh dear god I am not giving you the talk Glad to know you're about two thirds done already."
"The talk?" River snagged a dumpling from his platter.
"How can you be so smart and Naive at the same time?"
River shrugged. Over the last week so Crowley had learned how to guard his thoughts from her. He did this by imaging a wall of fire and whenever River got to close to it, it burned. He didn't do it often, but it was up now, guarding 'the talk'.
"I found someone who might be able to help us." Crowley stated as River speculated over a fortune cookie. "She's a psychic in Lawrence, Kansas."
"Hm?" River looked up after memorizing the numbers on the paper.
"Has a history with the Winchesters. Powerful Wench. She can help you learn control while I track the Grigori."
"The Watcher class of Angels. Why do you think they'll help us?" River tilted her head.
"Simple. They watch the world. They know and feel the state of humanity like someone watching a movie." Crowley stated. "That, and you used to be one."
"What?" River's eyebrows shot up.
"Mhm. Raziel was-is, when she's not playing human-a watcher. It's how she keeps track of..." And the fire wall went back up. "You don't need to know that yet. When you're done, get some sleep. We head out early."
River stood up, picking up the E-reader as she made her way to curl up in the sofa and read another few chapters. Crowley cleaned up but before he went to bed he added:
"And don't stay up all night reading!"