Have a Drink

Rowan grabbed two glasses, a straw that she stuck in her pocket, and the bottle of whiskey, feeling incredible that she remembered such a detail. A part of her should feel horrified that she could hear the snake talk, like Harry Potter, she realized. Suddenly, Dean's comparison seemed fair. She had a conversation with a snake like only a Slytherin can.

Then, the need to celebrate didn't seem so fun anymore.

Rowan slowed her walking on her way back to Crowley, nearly standing still in the corridor as she wondered about her theory. If the snake was Jormungand, and it thought she was his sister, why did she understand him so clearly?

Then again, maybe she confused her memory with her dream.

However, it was the first time she heard the word Hell being whispered to her in a dream. That's because she finally remembered something that really happened.

Rowan continued walking and when she turned into the room, she met Crowley's eyes with the uncertainty that was stirring inside her. He caught on and when she set the whiskey on the table, he seemed sympathetic.

"What's with the sad look, Darling?" he asked and it took her a few seconds to straighten her thoughts before speaking.

"If I heard the snake, then that can't mean a case of mistaken identity." She said, looking at the whiskey because she couldn't meet Crowley's dark intense eyes. She couldn't understand why he was looking at her that way. "Jormungand came after me because I'm the person he was trying to find." She added and when she finally had the courage to look into his eyes, he seemed surprisingly understanding. "Maybe what I was hearing wasn't H-E-double-L, but H-E-L. Maybe they were calling me the Ruler of the realm of the dead." Rowan said, her eyes becoming distant as she thought this out loud.

Crowley could see that Rowan was finally figuring it out, but he wouldn't confirm it just yet.

"All we have are theories." He said calmly. "The answers will come to you." Crowley added and Rowan just stared at him, connecting the dots, it would seem.

"You mean I might understand more with my dreams?" she asked and he gave a slight shrug of the shoulders.

"Possibly." He replied and then dropped his eyes to the whiskey. "All I know is we need a drink." He said and she smiled, despite the confusion clouding her mind and her mood.

"I'll agree on that one." She said and began to pour the liquid into both glasses, taking out a plastic straw from her pocket. Crowley's eyebrow knitted together as he stared at that straw. Rowan walked around the table, placing his glass into his left hand, holding up the straw as to make it easier for him.

"A straw?" he asked when he lifted his eyes up to her, despite his serious tone, she smiled.

"I can't keep holding up your whiskey to your lips." She said and then he grinned.

"Why not? You enjoyed it as much as I." he replied and her smile turned into a smirk.

"Just suck up your whiskey." She said and smiled as he did sip his drink through a straw. Instead of returning to her corner, she decided to sit at the corner next to him. If Rowan was still bothered by her realization a minute ago, she brushed it away with whiskey. Crowley watched her nearly drink her entire glass. It was clear she was drowning her concerns with the amber liquid.

What would come next should be interesting.

"Have you eaten yet?" he asked and she shook her head, drinking the rest of her whiskey and leaning over to grab the bottle. "You might want to do that, Darling." He added, watching her refill her glass.

"It's not my first time drinking, Crowley. Plus I ate before I slept." she said as she took another sip. He watched her, doubting that as she wasn't drinking on an empty stomach. When she met his eyes, she didn't seem to appreciate him staring at her.

"Quite the party girl." He said and a smile slowly crept on her face, chasing away her dark mood.

"I was never into parties." She said and he mocked a stunned expression.

"I can't believe that." He said and her smile widened as she let out a small laugh.

"I often got invited, by guys mostly, but it's all the same. They just want to get you drunk so they can sleep with you." Rowan said, taking another sip of her whiskey. Crowley just found the whole situation interesting. If she kept drinking like that, she would be drunk, and despite her confidence to remain sober, drunk is exactly what he expected. Might make Hel surface for sure.

"Fools. They chose the wrong girl." Crowley said and watched her smile twitch into a grin.

"Actually, they chose right, but it was me getting them drunk." Rowan said and Crowley's lips tightened into a dark grin.

"Ah, you devious little thing." He said and she grinned with pride, looking at him with a dark glimmer in her eyes.

"When I want to be." She said and he seized her from head to toe.

"I can only imagine." He said and she let out a small laugh, her cheeks blushing as he sipped her whiskey.

After Rowan refilled her glass for the third time, Crowley could see the whiskey taking affect on her thin frame of a body. She was more relaxed on the table, letting her leg brush up against his knee, talking about the times she had taken advantage of the drunken college boys, giggling darkly.

It was when she was literally laid back on the table that Crowley knew she was nearing drunk.

"I never slept with them, if that's what you're thinking." Rowan said, slurring her words a little as she spoke. "I just got them drunk and one time, I got the guy to make out with his poster of Jessica Simpson." She added and giggled. Crowley watched as she sat back up, pushing her hair back, her shirt a little off her shoulder.

"Out of curiosity, why bother?" he asked her and she looked at him, letting out a laugh.

"They were scum. Why not?" she asked and he grinned at her response.

"Agreed, but what happened beforehand?" he asked and her good mood faded as she frowned at his question.

"What are you saying? That I have an issue with guys? That being placed in so many different homes where the boys would touch me at night makes me distrust all men? I got moved around because the mothers feared me. Their innocent boys would scream at night because I was scary. Their hubbies would scream at night because I was scary." Rowan said, not seeming to understand that she just revealed her darkest secrets unintentionally. "You don't know what you're saying." She concluded.

"They were scum." Crowley replied and she nodded, lifting her glass up in a toast.

"Exactly." She said, taking a gulp. "To the scumbags that mysteriously died after I left." She said and took another gulp of her whiskey. Crowley cocked his head, replaying those words in his mind. Hel must have always been a part of her, surfacing when she was angry or lustful, as Crowley had experienced the latter.

Crowley took a sip through his straw, until she took his glass away from him, placing it on the table, her eyes locked on him with that dark glimmer.

"I wasn't done with that, Love." Crowley said, but her eyes revealed only one thing on her mind. It was made clear when her eyes locked on his lips. Crowley allowed her to fulfill her desires, as he knew this would make Hel surface, where he could find some answers.

Rowan came down, pressing her lips hard against his, pushing his lips apart in another breath-sucking lustfully hungry kiss. She sat on his lap again, but it was different this time. She straddled him and her hands weren't clutching to the back of his neck, keeping him locked in their kiss. Rowan's hands undid the buttons of his suit jacket, pushing it away so she could work on his pants.

She pulled his belt, loosening it, and when that was done, undid the button on his pants.

Crowley pulled away from her kiss, although he didn't have much space. He had to turn his head away, breaking their kiss, which caused an angry flare in her dark eyes.

"Rowan." He said calmly, but her hands flew up to his face, bringing him back into their deep kiss. Crowley tried to break away, but she held his face firmly, flicking her tongue into his mouth. She was making it clear that she would have what she wanted.

This wasn't Rowan.

Crowley managed to turn his face, breaking away. Before she could latch onto him again, he uttered a one syllable word he was certain would stall her.

"Hel." He said calmly, like a whisper, and watched out of the corner of his eye to see she had remained still. He turned to face her and there, her eyes were dark with smoky gray pupils; the eyes of Hel.

She radiated a low pulse of power, as if she was still hidden deep within the small body of the girl known as Rowan. Her eyes burned into him, as if she could see beyond his vessel, or he imagined she could if her strength was fully restored.

"Look into me, demon, and see your Ruler." She spoke with a rich sultry voice, a voice that didn't belong to Rowan, or so it seemed.

That stalled her long enough, but it wasn't his lips she craved. She buried her face in his neck, her warm moist tongue licking his skin, over his jawbone, up to his cheek, where she placed a hot gentle kiss.

"Are you Rowan or are you in her?" Crowley said and when she pulled away from him, cocked her head, eyebrows knit together in confusion. He could see a searching in her eyes, like Hel too forgot. She didn't know how to answer that question.

Crowley had found his answer.

Rowan is Hel, the Ruler of the dead, with a bad case of amnesia.

And he was going to help her remember.