Chapter 2
Kylie woke up the next morning, looking at Crowley sleeping.
He was just resting his eyes, his fingers resting gently on his stomach.
She kissed his cheek, getting up and getting in the shower.
He blinked awake, hearing the door shut.
She turned on the water, smiling softly.
He stood up, doing the manual labor of pulling on boxers, as well as a pair of clean slacks.
She smiled, washing up and getting out with a robe.
He was doing up his shirt in the mirror, it already tucked in. He buttoned it all the way up.
She found her little sundress and placed it on before walking out of the bathroom.
He didn't turn around, doing up his tie easily. Sometimes, it was more interesting to do up his own clothes, instead of just snapping his fingers.
She smiled, walking behind him. "Hello, Crowley."
He smirked, still fixing his tie. "Morning, love."
"You okay?" She asked him, smiling softly.
"Fine." he turned around, meeting her eyes.
She smiled, kissing his cheek. "Got a case today. Werewolf tearing up the town."
He nodded slowly, his jacket still hung over the chair. He moved to grab it, slipping it around his shoulders.
"Are you sure you're alright?" She asked him, worried.
"Of course, love. I might be a lot of things, but I'm not a liar."
She smiled, grabbing the keys and heading for the impala.
He followed her, his coat done up and his hands in his pockets. It was winter, and not that he felt the cold, but it tended to disagree with his vessel.
She got in the impala, smiling softly. "Ready?"
He nodded. "Always." he smirked.
She smiled, driving the car. "You wanting to do something else?"
"Doesn't matter to me pet." he murmured, watching the road in front of them.
She looked at the road, driving to the town just as night fell. The moon was full, with the stars out.
He remained silent, watching the landscape go by.
She looked over at him. "I'll admit… I'm nervous."
"About?" he asked, turning his head to look at her.
"This case. I got the silver bullets, but I'm scared."
"I won't let it hurt you." he said softly.
She looked at him. "You promise?"
"Promise." a small smile met his face, meeting her eyes.
She smiled back, blushing softly as she kept driving. They pulled into the next hotel and she got a room key. "There's no way we'll be able to get the wolf tonight."
He nodded, getting out of the car. Sitting in Sam's seat was… strange. Especially without Dean driving.
She looked at him. "Thinking of your friends?" She asked him, wishing that she could help.
He met her eyes, nodding again. "Sam always sat shotgun, except for the rare occasions where Dean would let him drive." he chuckled at the memory, remembering sitting in the backseat with Castiel. He had been heartbroken when Dean died. He couldn't save him. Tried everything to get him back.
"How did they die?" She asked him, somehow wishing that she could save the boys for him.
"They knew the world would catch up with them eventually. It was only a matter of time. And Dean having The Mark… well… They had to release Lucifer into the world. I left, as I knew Lucifer would have my head on a stake. Lucifer killed Dean, and Sam died the same way. Castiel, their angel companion, managed to get him back into the cage but... It was too late. They were both dead." His voice was low, but stable.
She looked at him. "They sound like very good people. What happened to Castiel?" she asked him, sitting on the hood of the car.
"He's still around. We don't talk much, we parted ways. He visits once a year, just to check I'm still kicking." he chuckled.
She hugged, sensing that he was hurting still over the deaths. "If I could, I would help bring them back."
"They never had a decent life." he said softly, putting his arm around her. "They always lost the ones they loved."
She looked down. "I know the feeling." She said softly, rubbing the hood. "At least Dean would like how his baby is being treated."
He nodded, smirking. "It was always his car. He had a collection of cassette tapes in the glove box."
"Those are still there actually." She said, trying to cheer him up.
He chuckled. "I wouldn't think you use cassettes anymore."
"I leave them alone. I just don't feel right touching them."
"I understand." he said softly.
"Well, I got the room key. You wanna head up?"
"Sure." he smiled, his arm still around her.
She smiled back, trying to get up so that she could go to the room.
He moved his arm, getting out of the car slowly.
She smiled, going to their room and stopped, feeling uneasy.
He gently took the key from her, stepping in front of her. She was nervous. He opened the door, letting it swing open, turning the light on with a flick of his wrist.
"Sorry, I just had this strange feeling like someone is watching us."
"Not a problem." he murmured, letting her go inside, throwing a quick glance around.
She walked in, having only had that feeling when something bad was going to happen.
"You know love, we don't need to stay in cheap hotels." he murmured, closing the door behind him, locking it.
"It's what I can afford." She said, shrugging as she looked at him.
"I meant I'll pay." he chuckled, sitting lightly on the edge of the bed.
"You have money?" She asked him, looking confused as she sat down next to him. The uneasy feeling had not let up.
"I have just about everything I want." he chuckled. "I've been a demon for a long time, pet."
"How long?" She asked him, her head going on his shoulder.
"I was born as a human in 1661. Counting that, roughly 398." he smirked.
"Wow. Still a cute accent though." She said softly.
He laughed. "Thank you, love."
She smiled, looking up into his eyes before hearing a loud sound outside the door.
He put a finger to her lips, telling her to be quiet. He slowly stood up, transporting outside, not opening the door.
She waited inside, nervous as she got her salt gun loaded.
Crowley stood, his hands in his pockets, looking around.
Some demons were around, trying to find trouble.
He raised an eyebrow. He barked an order. "Out. Now."
The demons looked up at him. "Oh sorry, boss. We didn't know you were here."
"Find somewhere else to wreak havoc." he muttered, waving his hand.
"There's a hunter here though. You always say to wreak havoc and annoy them."
"Not this one." he snarled. "This one's mine, you understand?"
"You got another hunter on the hook? When are we going to see her down stairs?"
He rolled his eyes. "What I do with hunters is none of your business, now scram before I turn you into my next torture toy."
"Sure thing, boss." They said, disappearing.
Crowley appeared back inside, moving to sit back on the bed.
Kylie relaxed, placing the gun down. "Is everything alright?" She asked him.
"Just demons." he murmured, "I told them to scram."
She nodded, smiling softly. "You're amazing." She said, looking at him. Her eyes then turned black.
His eyes went red immediately. "Out, or I'll make your life a living hell, worse than what you deal with down there." he snarled.
"Come on. This is the perfect vessel. Why is she so special anyway?"
"She's. Mine." he snarled.
"Crowley, let me have this one, please?"
"No." he growled. "Find a different vessel."
The demon growled, leaving her body.
Crowley caught her unconscious body, holding her in his arms, bridal style.
She woke up, looking around. "My head hurts..."
"I'm sorry, love." he murmured.
"For what?" She asked softly, looking into his eyes.
"There was a demon in you, pet." he kissed her forehead gently.
"Oh... That's not your fault. I was taken by surprise." She said, looking at him. "Are you okay?"
"Fine, love. You should get the anti-possession symbol tattooed somewhere of your liking."
"Yeah, I guess I should…" she said, trying to think. "On my arm?"
"Anywhere." he said softly, leaning his head on hers. He was sitting on the bed, her in his lap.
She smiled, looking at him. "You were worried…" She said, teasing a little.
He chuckled. "Yes, I was. Can you blame me?"
"No. I just think it's sweet. I got the King of Hell wrapped around my finger... Or it's the other way around... Not sure."
He laughed, humming slightly. "I'll make sure that doesn't happen again." he said softly.
She smiled, kissing him softly. "I'm always yours, Crowley. All the sex we have, you probably own my soul by now."
He chuckled, smirking. "No, that's still free."
"Well, if I were to make a deal, I'd rather you have it and no one else."
"Of course, love." he smirked, kissing her forehead once again.
"You're so going to hold me to that, aren't you?" She asked him, kissing him.
He chuckled, kissing her back gently. "Maybe." he mumbled against her lips.
"Eh... Queen of Hell is a nice title." She said as a soft joke.
He laughed, "I wouldn't mind."
She smiled, her heart racing.
He kissed her again softly, more calm than before.
"I love you." She said softly.
"I love you too." he smiled, leaning his head against hers.
Kylie smiled, yawning and falling asleep in his arms. She was tuckered out from her ordeal.
He gently kicked his shoes off, his jacket appearing on the chair. He laid her on the bed, next to him, careful not to wake her.
She snuggled close to him, smiling in sleep.
He kept his arms around her, remaining awake, in case of another demon. It had scared him more than he wanted to let on.
A flutter of wings happened as Castiel came in. "Crowley, I heard some commotion. Everything alright?"
He gently moved his arms, getting off the bed. "Fine, Castiel. You don't need to come in here every time something /happens/." he muttered.
"It's my duty as your 'friend' as you call me." He said, looking at Kylie. "Another hunter?" He asked.
He nodded slowly. "She's..." he paused. "Special, to me."
"She's also driving the old impala. Nice to see it's still in shape. Dean's been asking about it."
"Has he now?" Crowley asked, tilting his head slightly.
"Yeah." He said, looking at the ceiling. "Today's the anniversary."
He nodded slowly. He'd forgotten it was today. He couldn't actually visit the brothers. Heaven was off limits to him.
"So what's the story with...?" He gestured to Kylie.
"I met her on the road." he paused, meeting Castiel's eyes. "I fell in love. With a human." he said softly.
He nodded. "The one emotion that I still don't understand..."
Crowley didn't believe that at all. "That's a lie, Cas." he rarely used the nickname.
"I don't lie, Crowley. I'm an angel."
He smirked. "You felt love, once. You've been human, Castiel."
"I try to keep those time out of my head."
"But you felt, something, you can't deny that."
He nodded, noticing that she was stirring. "You realize that if Abaddon comes back, she's in danger."
"I know. Believe me, I know." he said softly.
"I better go. Dean is calling me up there, asking if the car is girlified... What does he...?"
"Tell him its fine." Crowley rolled his eyes, hearing her stirring behind him.
He nodded, disappearing with a wing flutter. "What's going on?"
"Just Castiel, popping in for a visit, pet." he murmured, turning to face her.
"Oh." She said softly, kissing him. "Do you wanna have a bit of fun?"
He laughed, "Always, love."
She giggled, knowing that he was stressed and needed the fun.
He smirked, wondering if she wanted to dominate him. "Would you like to be in charge, kitten?" he asked, kissing her gently.
She shook her head. "No... I like it when you are. Just not so rough tonight."
He nodded, "Of course." he murmured, kissing her neck gently.
She moaned softly, smiling up at him.
He smirked against her skin, balancing himself above her, barely touching her.
She looked up at him, a soft giggle. "I love you."
"I love you too, pet." he murmured, kissing down her collarbone. Undressing her was his favorite part.
She moaned softly again, really liking what he was doing.
His fingers tugged gently at the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head after a moment. He smiled down at her, kissing each of her breasts tenderly.
She leaned up to watch, smiling softly at him.
He slowly unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the bed. He gently massaged her breasts, before pushing one nipple into his mouth, palming the other one gently.
She moaned as her back hit the bed with pleasure just rushing through her.
He eventually switched, giving the other breast the se treatment.
Another moan escaped her as she closed her eyes. "Oh, Crowley."
He smirked against her skin, slowly kissing lower, kissing just above her waistband now.
She leaned up at her elbows, watching him.
He gently pushed his thumb under her waistband, pulling her pants all the way off, letting them drop to the floor. He did the se momentarily with her panties, kissing gently at the inside of her thigh.
She watched him, her eyes filled with love as she moaned out softly.
He slowly ran his tongue over her opening, kissing gently at her outer folds.
A moan that slowly turned into a squeal came out of her as she went back on the bed, knowing that she was his.
He slowly pushed his tongue into her, exploring, his hands resting on her hips. Once he had explored thoroughly, he began to suck and lick at her nerve bundle.
She squealed, knowing that she was his. Only part of her that wasn't his was her soul, and she didn't think it'd be long before he had that too. Her eyes closed as she moaned out.
He gently pushed a finger into her, then a second, pumping in and out slowly, still sucking at her nerve bundle.
The moans kept coming as she let her fingers run through his hair. "Oh, Crowley..."
He didn't stop, wanting to let her finish, picking up his pumping, but not too fast, gently curling his fingers every so often.
Her squeals got more intense as she got closer to her climax. She soon went over her edge, panting.
He gently pulled his fingers out, pulling away from her. "Rest, love." he smiled, slowly beginning to undress himself, beginning with the tie.
She leaned up, kissing him as she soon feel back to sleep.
He removed his clothes, not worried about his own need, leaving his boxers on. He laid next to her, resting his head on her shoulder.
She snuggled up close to him. "I'm yours, Crowley." She said in her sleep.
He smiled, kissing the side of her head gently.
She woke up the next morning to an empty bed, looking confused. "He must have had some stuff to deal with..."
Crowley was out, dealing with some particularly annoying demons, who hadn't listened to his warning.
The demons were frustrated. "She's just a human hunter. Not really important. Since when do you care about someone's soul?"
"What I care about, isn't your business." he snarled, pushing his colt blade to the demon who'd spoken up throat. "Do I make myself clear?"
They both nodded, vanishing fast.
Crowley had already spilled the blood of one of their friends, it on his hands. He washed them in the nearest stream, standing up.