Strike a Deal

Rowan walked down the corridors, her heels clacking against the floor. She was certain to surprise Crowley, in more than one way, as she had some surprising things to say.

The lock on those doors fell to the floor, the doors opening by themselves as Rowan turned around that familiar corner, walking into that room. Crowley immediately gave her a dark smile as she stepped into the dungeon, standing in the light where he could see her long black lace dress, her amethyst earrings and her wavy golden brown hair.

"And you thought you'd find me first." She said with a small smile.

"Chickadee, you look like a Goddess." He said with a mischievous grin, his eyes falling mostly on her body, the dress highlighting the curve of her waist, the hourglass figure down to her hips, the slender length of her legs, especially one foot in front of the other, that slit revealing her leg up to her thigh.

"You lied to me." Rowan said, her smile gone from her lips. Crowley's eyes came back up to hers, maintaining a little grin.

"I didn't lie –" he began, until she cut him off.

"As much as you did withhold information." She said and he smiled as if she understood him. She did, a little more than she cared to. "Makes no difference to me." she added, crossing her arms over her chest to further show how she wasn't impressed. "You could have told me you're the King of Hell." She said and his lips twisted into a proud grin.

"Didn't want to take the chance." He said and she approached, walking around the table and leaning against it beside him, like she used to do, which pleased him; he could have a closer look at her leg poking out from her dress.

"You thought I'd see you as an obstacle and you decided befriending me was best, since I was a shadow of who I used to be. I wasn't a threat to you. So, you tell me about Abaddon, knowing I'd want her out of my way, which then takes her out of your way, and then what, Crowley? What was your plan then?" Rowan asked, looking down at him still with her arms crossed. His attention seemed to be on her leg, but his eyes met hers and she knew he heard every single word that passed through her lips.

"Say you want to take back Hell. What then? It's changed since the last time you were there. There's no souls of the dead, just demons." He replied and she nodded, confirming her theory.

"You thought we'd enter into a partnership." She said and he gave her a small grin. "I'd be happy and you'd still have your throne." She added and he gave a slight nod, like it was a possibility. He was clever, she knew that, but it still surprised her. As annoyed as she felt, Rowan couldn't help but smile.

"I knew you wouldn't be angry with me." he said in a smooth voice, but it sounded like mockery to her ears. She glanced back at him, her smile vanishing.

"I am angry that you told the Winchesters about the First Blade." Rowan said and Crowley seemed surprised. "What made you think that was a good idea?" she asked him.

"It's the most dangerous weapon in the world. I'm surprised you even know about it." he said and she gasped at him, looking offended.

"I know stuff." She replied and shifted her feet so if her leg did poke out of the slit, it wouldn't be towards him. "I also know that the First Blade is useless without the Mark of Cain which I'm sure it's something you were going to withhold from the Winchesters." Rowan added and watched as his gaze went to the table, jaw set as if he was thinking. "Now who's clever." She said, getting his attention and a forced grin.

"Who told you?" he asked and she smiled, as if gloating.

"I have demons loyal to me, if you must know. They were my guards before Lucifer tortured them. They were my Draugar, souls still attached to their corpses so they could walk the earth with me." she replied with pride. "They report everything to me." she concluded with her chin high and a dark smile on her lips.

Crowley's grin wasn't forced now as he looked at her. It was as if he was proud of her, seeing her as an equal. Or was Rowan reading too much into it?

However he smiled at her, this next part he wasn't going to enjoy.

"Well, we struck one deal. Prepared to strike another?" she asked him and his grin widened.

"Kill Abaddon and rule together?" he asked and she nodded.

"A partnership." Rowan said, but her expression became slightly cold. "We're not a threat to each other, so you don't have to keep sweet talking me or calling me Chickadee. I'm Hel and I may or may not want to recreate Helheim, but I don't intend to do anything to you." She added and a grin broke out on his slightly confused face.

"Not even if I ask nicely?" he asked, being cheeky like usual.

"Are you really interested in me or was that just a ruse?" Rowan asked and he was about to refute that last statement, she was sure, but she wasn't finished. "Is it because I'm a death deity or because you were almost human for a moment?" she asked and there was a sort of blank expression on his face, as if she struck a nerve. Any warmth or charm he had was gone. "I need to know. I'll honor our deal and our partnership, but I need the truth." Rowan concluded, standing up, the table being pushed towards the wall like she had the first time. The chains and the handcuffs unclasped and fell to the floor, releasing him from any binding.

Crowley stood out of his chair and, before she could put out her hands warning against any cheeky tricks to stalling the answer she demanded, he placed his hands on her hips, pulling her into him as he kissed her. With her heels, she was just a little taller than him, but it was as if her legs grew weak, making her melt in his arms.

The table suddenly came back in the center of the room, by Crowley no doubt, and he lifted her up onto the table like he had in the kitchen a while ago. He pushed his way in between her knees and held her tightly against him as his hands stroked her thighs. Her dress was threatening to rip, but Rowan didn't care. Her mind could rationalize that he was telling her just what she wanted to hear, or feel in this case, but she was certain this attraction was mutual, or else he wouldn't be sticking his tongue in her mouth and trying to stick something else in her.

Rowan broke the kiss, smiling as she kept Crowley at bay with her hands pressed against his chest.

"Okay, I'm convinced. Now, do we have a deal?" she asked, looking deep into those dark eyes that glimmered with seduction. Or was that a reflection of her own eyes? He replied by taking her wrists and holding her tightly against him, pressing his lips hard against hers, his tongue resuming their heated kiss.

They had a deal; kill Abaddon and rule together.

But it was more than that. It wasn't just a partnership. It was a relationship.

Rowan would have undone his belt and pants like she had the last time, when someone just out in the hallway cleared their deep throat, nearly in a warning grumbling way, that interrupted their alone time. Crowley made a sort of gruntled noise just before breaking their kiss with a slight grin on his face, as the intruder walked in. Rowan didn't have to look to know it was her brother.

"This is my brother, Fenrir." Rowan said, frowned at her brother who just invited himself in. his eyebrows were raised as he looked at them and, judging by his arms tightly flexed over his chest, he wasn't thrilled. "He's rude to everyone." She added with an innocent smile cast at her brother who now fixed his eyes on her, disapprovingly.

"Abaddon just tried to lure out the Winchesters. Do you want to wrap this up or wait for Abaddon to kill those people?" Fenrir asked, getting a scowl from Rowan.

"Yeah, give us a minute." Rowan said and her scowl deepened as Fenrir cast a slightly arched eyebrow at Crowley before leaving. "I need to get him a girlfriend." She added and Crowley gave a soft grunt as if to agree, only now releasing his grip on her wrists.

"Yes, I'm sure it's suppressed sexual frustration." He said, getting her attention along with a grin.

"You should tell him that." She said as she ran her hands up his shoulders and around his neck. "And we'll definitely continue this later." Rowan said, giving him a soft kiss before letting him go. He held out a hand to her as she gracefully slid off the table and gestured to her to take the lead.

They walked out of the dungeon and into the foyer where everyone waited. Sam and Dean had joined and unhappily agreed to stay behind with Fenrir. Rowan's Draugar looked at Crowley and she knew they weren't showing abhor towards him for her sake.

"Where is she?" Rowan asked, glancing at her Draugar, and then turning to Crowley with a slight smile, wanting to concluded their little moment with a little promise. "I'll see you soon." She said as Bjarni responsed to her question. Crowley gave her a small grin in reply.

"Parking lot of the abandoned factory just out of the town here." Bjarni replied, looking eager to go.

"Milady?" Agmundr asked, not sure what Rowan had in mind in terms of an attack plan.

"Is it stormy out?" Rowan asked them.

"No." Raganhar replied. "It's still sunny." He added and the door of the bunker opened on its own, allowing them to regain a bit of access to their demonic powers.

"That's going to change." Rowan replied as vanished. The Draugar vanished from inside the bunker, joining her outside just as the door closed, keeping the rest of them safe inside.