Hell was quiet. Crowley walked the halls of his reestablished underworld with pride; this area was disguised to look like the worst place he could imagine: a corporate office building. Blinding florescent overhead lights, bland beige walls and squeaky white and gray flecked tiled floors. It was Hell and it was his again, thanks to the Winchesters. Sure Lucifer was still out there somewhere, no doubt recovering from whatever Amara did to him, but he was lying low, not bothering with Crowley or his subjects. For now he was in charge and he was back to his old self. That is, except for the pain in his ass: his mother. She had been flitting about for the last few days concocting some plan to destroy the older Winchester. Crowley had humored her at first, believing that nothing could actually kill Dean for good. After all, he'd been killed and brought back almost 200 times hadn't he? The more he paid attention to Rowena's ramblings, the more he worried that she'd actually pull it off. And yes, they were annoying and meddling, but Dean was still his only friend, and despite their innate differences, Crowley did not want him killed.

The King left Hell, satisfied for the moment that everything was running smoothly, and returned to his home above ground. He never stayed down there longer than he had too: it was Hell after all.

Crowley found his mother busy in her room at a large altar that encompassed much of the far wall. Rowena consulted her books and mixed ingredients as she hummed happily to herself. He stood in the doorway and watched her for a while before clearing his throat and calling her to attention.

"Oh Fergus dear, come to check up on me?" she smiled, her thin lips pulling back over her teeth like a wolf.

Crowley walked in and went towards his mother. "I've been thinking mother."

"Well don't hurt yourself dear." Rowena laughed, not turning to look at him. She picked up a jar by the window and added a pinch of the dried substance to the brass bowl in front of her.

"I don't want you to go through with this." He said simply. "I don't want you to kill him."

The witch finally turned to face her son. Her lips were pursed in a disapproving frown. "Don't tell me you're going all soft again. He is not your friend Fergus. He's a hunter and he'll kill you as soon as he has a chance and you piss him off enough. Do we have to go over this again? What's wrong with you?"

"That's enough!" Crowley yelled, making her jump. "He is my friend mother, whether you want to believe that or not. He's done more for me than you ever have. And I'm telling you now to stop this and leave it alone!" Crowley's face burned red, his fists were clenched and he turned away, not wanting to strike her.

When Rowena didn't answer, Crowley turned on his heels and left the room, slamming the door shut causing his mother to jump again. She needed to start listening to him: he was the King after all.


"Are you sure you don't want to call your father? He could probably get here in time." Dean was fresh out of the shower and standing next to the bed drying his hair with a blue towel. You were lying in bed, propped up like a queen against a mountain of pillows; relaxing with a book Sam had lent you from his stash.

"I'm sure! Quit asking me. He'll just be nasty anyway." You waved him off, trying to find the last line you'd read. The bed dipped down and you looked up to see Dean crawling towards you. You put your finger in the book and closed it, looking up at your man. "What are you doing?"

"Just coming to say Hi." He said with a sexy smirk. He leaned down over you and ran his lips across your forehead, pressing a kiss to the center. You looked up and he kissed the tip of your nose, and then down to your lips. You smiled and pulled back, opening your book and turning your attention back to it. Dean sighed and dropped down next to you, perched on his elbow. "Still not feeling well?" He asked, a little hurt that you had rejected his advances.

"I'm OK. Just a little tired. Well, a lot tired, and queasy." You smiled and looked over at him. He was so perfect. His short hair was wet and dark and spiky from the shower, and he had just shaved so his skin was pink and smooth. You threw your book over your shoulder to the floor dramatically and turned to face your fiancé. You ran your fingers across his naked shoulder and down his arm. "I love you." You said and leaned in to kiss his cheek. He turned and caught your lips, kissing you gently.

"You sure you're OK with us going out tonight?" He asked, green eyes gazing longingly into yours.

"Of course. How many times do you get to have a bachelor party with an angel and the King of Hell?" You laughed and Dean looked away as if calculating how many times he could do so. You looked at him sternly; "It had better be just once!"

"Oh it'll only be once." Dean reached a hand over to tickle you under your arm. You jumped and shrieked, swatting him away playfully. He ceased his assault and you fell down against him, your back on his chest and your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and kissed your cheek. "Just once is enough; I can't imagine Cas at a strip club."

"So you are going to a strip club!" You twisted around, trying to get away, but he held you tight, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"Oh stop it," he said, "I'm going wherever Sammy takes me." He kissed your ear and you relaxed, his lips trailed down to your neck, licking and sucking at the tender flesh below your ear. You sighed and ran your hands through his hair. "You gonna be OK by yourself tonight?" He whispered against your skin while his hand rested against your thigh, slowly inching upwards.

"I'll be fine. I'm going out with a friend."

"Friend?" His fingers reached your t-shirt and slipped up underneath it; they burned hot against your bare skin.

"Well, not friend I guess." you said, closing your eyes and melting into him. His hand floated up your stomach ever so slowly, making you wait for what you knew was coming next. "Rowena wants to take me out for a Girl's Night." You lied, barely aware you were still talking.

"Rowena?" Dean's hand stopped it's ascent. He pulled back from you, causing you to fall against the pillows again. "Why are you hanging out with Rowena?"
You looked at him, slightly confused. "I mean, we're not like hanging out, hanging out, but she's…nice. She helped me pick out my dress, she's been very nice Dean."

"You know you can't trust her, right?" He was sitting up now, towering over you, green eyes searching your face, trying to understand how you'd become such an idiot overnight.

"I know." You stammered. "I know! I just…" You swallowed hard as you felt tears begin to rise behind your eyes. You were crying all the time now, sometimes for no reason. "I'm sorry." You blinked and hot salty tears fell down from both eyes. "I just, I have no girlfriends here and she wanted to help, and you said she's been helpful lately. You trusted her."

"That was different. We used her to help stop Amara. You cannot trust her." His voice was hard and angry and you couldn't help yourself; you started to cry in earnest, a big gulping noise came out of you as broke down. Dean sighed, his face softening as he watched you sob. "Hey, Y/N, it's OK. I'm sorry." He put his hands on your face, brushing away some of the tears with his fingers. "I'm sure it's fine. Just be careful." You nodded and he pulled you close, kissing your forehead and gathering you up into a tight hug.


Rowena paced her room, the long train of her dress billowing out behind her with every turn. She was so close! So close to ridding her son of the burden of Dean Winchester; and once he was gone, Crowley would see she was right, and give her her rightful spot beside him, ruling Hell.

Her quick mind turned various scenarios over until she came up with the perfect lie. She stood in front of her long mirror and practiced her apologetic face; she stuck her red lips out into a pathetic pout and opened her eyes wide. She laughed when she saw herself; how could anyone fall for her deceptions time and again? She was perfectly evil in every way.

She walked the stone lined hallway to the throne room, her tiny heels clicking loudly as she went. Crowley was slumped in his chair, one hand holding up his head as if it weighed a ton.

"Heavy is the head that bares the crown." Rowena said softly as she entered the room and approached her son. She walked with her head down, already beginning her lie before she spoke.

"It's 'wears the crown' Mother." He replied, not looking up at her.

"Well, you bare it as well. And you do a fine job my dear." She stood at the foot of the dais, head bowed in mock supplication.

Crowley lifted his head and looked her over. "What do you want?" He sighed.

"Fergus, I thought about what you said and you are right."

"I am?"

Rowena looked up and smiled sadly. "Aye, you are. Dean Winchester was your friend, but he's not anymore. Not since he was cured of The Mark." Rowena stepped forward slowly, she had Crowley's attention and she didn't want to scare him away. "I may have found a solution to your problem: I found a spell that would give you your best friend back, for good. I can put the demon back into Dean permanently." She stopped here, waiting for the lie to work, to weave itself into his mind and displace any distrust he still had for her. "I just need you to stay quiet and keep him occupied tonight. By morning you'll be back together with your Black-eyed Boyfriend."

Crowley sat contemplating her words, his dark eyes roamed her face, looking for any sign of treachery. He may have seen through her if he were not so excited by the idea of getting Dean back on his team. "You can really do this?" He asked.

"Aye Fergus, 'twould be my pleasure."


Dean kissed you goodbye and promised not to have too much fun.

"I'm not sure why you even need a bachelor party," Sam said, putting on his jacket. "You're whole life's been one long bachelor party."

"Dude." Dean threw up his hands and nodded towards you.

"Oh please Dean. I know you're not exactly a virgin." You winked and laughed, kissing his cheek again.

"Well, this is the last hurrah. Tomorrow you tie me down for good Y/N." His hands went to your waist and he lifted you up and spun around in a small circle. You squealed like a little kid and he put you back down.

"Behave yourself." You said to him and then turned to Sam, "And you try to have some fun."

"I have fun all the time!" He said, leaning down to give you a hug goodbye.

You watched as Dean drove the Impala out of the garage, waving and smiling at them. You weren't worried, not a little bit. OK, you were a little worried about the strippers, but it'd be fine. Sam would watch him. Your fingers grazed the Moonstone absentmindedly and you relaxed; everything was fine.

Rowena had given you an address of a place to meet her; apparently she needed more supplies than she could bring with her to the bunker. So you packed up the things you'd been squirreling away for the spell and headed out in your little red car to meet her.

The building was about forty minutes north of Lebanon, but you weren't worried about time; the boys would be out all night. You pulled your car around the back into an empty parking lot. The place was falling apart at the seems. It looked like an old factory of some sort, with large windows that were missing most of their glass. Ivy and weeds crawled up each side, covering much of the brickwork. A very large voice inside your head told you that this was a bad idea, but you were out of time and options for a gift for Dean, and what was the worst that could happen? Just incase you stuck your silver hunting knife in the waistband of your jeans and covered it with your shirt.

Rowena was already inside, standing in a large open room that was full of lit candles. The room glowed yellow and the shadows bounced off the walls, making your hair stand on end and added to the uneasiness you were already feeling. The witch stood between two tables, one was long and empty and the other was smaller, set up like an altar, covered in a cloth and a big brass bowl in the center. There were a few bags and jars and sprigs of herbs around it.

"Ah you made it Y/N. Did you bring everything?" Rowena asked, spinning around to greet you, her long black dress sparkled in the candlelight as she turned.

"I think so." You walked towards her and set the bag down on the floor. "Thanks so much for helping me. I'm really nervous about tomorrow and knowing I have the perfect gift for Dean will calm me down a bit I think."

Rowena smiled. "Not to worry darling, everything will be fine. Shall we get started?" She asked, turning her attention to the altar. She picked up a small cloth bag and rolled it between her hands.

"OK, what do we do first?" You asked, stepping towards her.

Rowena looked up at you and smiled, grinning maliciously. She brought her hands up to her lips and blew dark purple dust into your face. You stumbled backwards, inhaling the dust. You coughed and blinked; your head spun and your legs gave out. "Just relax my dear." Rowena cooed to you as you slipped down to the floor. You tried to scream, but your mouth wouldn't open, your throat was dry; your muscles relaxed as you hit the ground, your head smashing onto the hard cement.