Pathway to Hell

Rowan stepped onto the escalator, bringing her down to Hell. She looked at her work, feeling quite proud of it. She stepped off, walking down the corridor that turned into more, which were highly confusing.

She turned a corner and spotted a demon who just so happened to have spotted her too. He froze and seemed a little taken back when she flashed a dark smile.

"Hey you, mind escorting me to your King? These corridors are a pain." Rowan said and the demon nodded, as if he'd rather not, but didn't have a choice.

"Right this way." He said and she followed him through the mazes of corridors.

"So, how's Hell and the whole anarchy thing?" Rowan asked, making small talk, or at least making an attempt.

"I cannot divulge that information." The demon said, not even turning to look at her. Rowan gave a little arch of her eyebrows and then accepted the fact that the demons wouldn't talk to her.

"Alright. I guess I'll ask your King." She said with a little dark smirk o her lips. The demon then glanced at her at the mention of Crowley.

"You have a relationship with him." he said with a hint of uncertainty in his statement like he was searching for a confirmation. Rowan's lips widened and she glanced over at the demon.

"I cannot divulge that information." She replied with a dark smile. The conversation pretty much died there, which was alright with Rowan because they left the labyrinth and the demon gestures to her a long corridor. He said nothing and neither did Rowan. She walked down the corridor that went from dark stones to jagged cave walls. Was this new? It sort of reminded her of the way Helheim looked before she started construction.

It was quite a long walk, but she could see an opening at the end. There wasn't much to see because it was fairly dark, but she was guessing that this was where Crowley was going to build their home. He said he was going to build her the house she described. Rowan didn't think it would be so soon.

As she reached the entrance, she smiled as she saw Crowley in the center of a quite large cavern, drawing what was probably sigils in the dark dirt, using the same method she had to build Helheim; his blood.

"I love what you've done with the place." she said, her voice echoing off the cavern walls. Crowley stood up and casually turned to cast her a seductive smile that nearly made her knees go weak. If she was searching for any incitement to not feel attracted towards Gadreel and Sam, well let's just say she forgot all about it.

Rowan approached and as soon as she was within his reach, he pulled her into a hard kiss that quickly escalated to something hot. Crowley's arm around her waist slipped down to her ass, his other arm doing the same thing, keeping her pressed hard against him. Rowan's hands traveled along his shoulders, up his neck and raking through his hair.

He pulled back first, his dark eyes glistening as he stared into her eyes.

"Hello, Chickadee." He said with his deep voice. She smiled and tilted her head with a dark grin.

"Hi, Stud Muffin." She replied and his lips twitched, as if he wasn't sure she was serious. "You're not feeling it?" she asked, frowning at his sinister grin.

"What it are you referring to, exactly?" he asked and before she could ask, he slipped his hand up the slit of her dress and in between her legs. Her eyes widened with surprise and she gave a dark grin at his growing smile.

"Not that it. The pet name." Rowan said, but arched her leg, allowing him full access which he graciously took as he slipped his fingers into her. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan, enjoying his touch. She felt his breath on her neck and she smiled. "Oh, you little devil." She said and felt his lips on her neck.

"Is that my pet name?" he asked and when she opened her eyes, looking at him from the corner of her eyes, she saw that mischievous grin.

"Of course you'd prefer Little Devil to Stud Muffin." She said and felt a little disappointed when he withdrew his fingers from her vagina.

"I don't really care, Love; as long as you scream my name during sex." He replied with a sly grin on his face. Rowan smiled, wondering if he somehow knew how she felt about Gadreel and Sam. She brushed it off; it didn't matter. Crowley was her man.

"And when is that going to be?" she asked him, wrapping her arms around his neck, batting her eyelashes with a begging smile.

"I can't go spoiling you rotten, Darling." He said and she widened her eyes with surprise as he looked so serious, despite the dark glimmer in his eyes.

"Says who?" she asked, watching a grin slowly spread on his face. "You going to make me wait?" she asked and his grin darkened. "Starve my sexual needs? Do you know what that'll do to me? I might devour you." She added, her voice becoming dark as she playfully threatened him. His grin remained as his hand slowly traveled up the curve of her waist, resting in her back.

"I'm counting on it." he replied and she smiled at him. For a quiet moment, they simply stared at each other. Rowan could feel this sort of tension and she could imagine that if that had been a movie that would have been the moment to utter three words that could make or break a relationship. With Crowley, she wasn't certain saying those words would have been wise.

"So, you building our house?" she asked and his lips twitched, making her wonder if maybe he wanted to hear those words. Maybe Rowan didn't understand him completely. She thought since he was a demon, he wasn't into emotional relationships. Heck, she wasn't even sure he was into sex, but he proved her wrong. So maybe he was proving her wrong with her theory that he couldn't love.

"When I'm not busy dealing with demons." Crowley replied, his smile and dark glimmer fading as he got serious. Even the hand in her back fell away.

"How is that going?" she asked and he gave her a small smirk.

"It's Hell. Not even demons like it here." He replied, confusing Rowan a little. She always thought demons liked Hell. Well, sadly she didn't seem to know much about demons. Not even Crowley for that matter. "I take it you didn't come to see me just for a cheap thrill." He added, his smirk growing as she smiled.

"It was a bonus." Rowan said, his smirk conjuring that dark glimmer in his eyes like earlier. "I did have quite a bit of news to share with you. I've begun Helheim with Death's help. I've already made two levels of Helheim. I should show you the entrance to our Underworld." She said, her enthusiasm slipping into her voice. "I had to take a break because I drained myself. And when Gadreel came back, told me about Metatron having both the Angel and the Demon tablets and we're both a little stressed about getting those away from the Scribe of God." She concluded, saying Metatron's title in a condescending tone of voice.

Then, she saw this confused frown on Crowley's face, which was an expression she'd never seen on him, but she found it cute.

"What?" she asked.

"Gadreel?" he asked and she arched an eyebrow at him.

"Out of all that, that's all you got?" she asked him and his confused expression remained.

"What are you doing with him?" he asked and, as cute as she found his expression, she was annoyed with this question.

"I'd be flattered if you sounded jealous. But that just sounded so rude." Rowan replied, glaring at him slightly. "Gadreel is a great angel and he's a huge help. The angels treated him badly and he deserves to work in Helheim. He's happy. I'm happy." She added and his eyes narrowed, as if he didn't really like to hear just how happy she was to have Gadreel around. "Point is, Devil Muffin, Metatron has both tablets." She concluded and his serious expression returned.

"You plan on breaking into Heaven with Gadreel?" he asked and she couldn't tell if that was jealousy or more rudeness. Either way, it wasn't flattering.

"And Castiel." she replied and he rolled his eyes, obviously knowing Castiel. "There's a lot on my back and I'm a little stressed out, so maybe some pointers on taking down Metatron would be helpful." She added and Crowley arched a slight eyebrow at her as if that surprised him.

"The Goddess Hel is asking for my help?" he asked and she narrowed her eyes at him.

"It's Rowan and yes. How would you get the tablets from Metatron?" she asked and his lips stretched into a devious smile.

"I could have something he wants. I could use something that's important to him. I could make him think we're on the same team. I could fool him into a trap." He replied and gave her an almost soft smile, as if he liked teaching her how to be more like him. "Get to know him and use what you know." He concluded and she nodded, thinking it over as he could see from the distant look in her eyes.

Crowley kissed her soft lips for a brief moment, breaking her concentration and getting her to smile.

"How is that for helpful?" he asked and her smile grew.

"You're the best." Rowan said, getting a self-absorbed smile from the King of Hell. Like he needed to hear those words, but she really wanted to say it, slowly testing her theory that he wanted to hear her say that she loved him. She didn't have to admit it to herself; she'd known all along that she loved him. All those times talking to him in the dungeon she was slowly falling in love with him. "My little Devil Muffin." She added and he playfully glared at her. "Oh, it's perfect." She concluded and let out a small laugh as it seemed he wanted to disagree, but wouldn't because calling him her Devil Muffin made her laugh. And she was beautiful when she laughed.

Rowan was silent for a moment, dialing down her smile, as if trying to get back to business.

"I guess I should let you continue and I should probably get back to work." She said with a bit of disappointment in her eyes. She was about to pull away from Crowley, but he took her hand, making her stop and stare into his eyes.

"Knock 'em dead." He said, making her smile.

"Funny." She said and when he released her hand, she turned and walked away, glancing at him over her shoulder. Just holding her hand, making her smile, chased away the disappointment of their separation. However, that sexy little walk of hers, the moist heat of her lips (both kind of lips), had him a little disappointed of their separation. He would have loved to have taken her on the ground of Hell, but they both had work to do; plenty of playtime later.

As he watched her leave, he thought about Metatron having the Demon tablet. He knew Rowan would take it and bring it right to him. While he had Kevin right under his thumb, the little prophet told him that the Demon tablet can give a demon great amounts of power. That would be exactly what he would need to settle any uprising in Hell.

Aside from that, he knew she could handle everything. She had said that she was stressed and he had no doubt of it, but he was confident she could do anything. Rowan was powerful and she seemed very good at getting what she wanted.

Now he just had to continue his sigils to form the dirt from Hell into Rowan's dream house. It was going to take a while and many demons were itching for a revolt. However, that soon wasn't going to be a problem.