Chapter 3
Kylie waited at the hotel, wondering if Crowley was alright. She looked out the window, feeling nervous. She heard something behind her and turned around. "You're not Crowley..."
He smiled. "Crowley? What are you doing with a guy like that, sweetheart?"
"Who are you?" She said, finding her gun and pointing it at him.
"That won't work on me. The names Gabriel." he smiled, watching her.
"What are you?" She asked him.
"Angel." he replied, wandering around the room, toying with things on the table and counter tops.
"And why the hell are you here?"
He glanced up, smiling. "I was looking for Crowley, but as he's not here, guess it'll have to wait."
"He'll be home soon." She said.
He smirked, sitting down at the table. "And who are you? A pretty little thing like you, hanging around the big bad king of hell."
"Kylie Jones. I'm a hunter." She said, sitting down on a chair.
He chuckled. "That's even better. A hunter, with the King of Hell."
"Why don't I take a message for him?"
He shrugged. "Fine by me. Tell him Lucifer's been attempting an escape. He wants out of the cage, and he's slowly figuring it out."
She nodded, looking nervous. "The one who killed the Winchesters."
He nodded again. "The very same. Heaven is a dangerous place right now." and with that, he was gone.
She sighed, looking down as she hoped Crowley got back soon.
Crowley was back within the hour, his hands still stained with blood, despite his washing of them.
She looked at him. "We have a big problem... Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, love. What's wrong?" he asked, worried she'd been hurt.
"I talked to Gabriel..." She said, telling him what the message was.
His eyes went hard, thinking. His stress level was rising, and he was trying to keep it down. If Lucifer got out, he'd be dead in a heartbeat.
She looked at him. "Love, are you alright?"
He met her eyes, a feeling coming over him he hadn't felt for a /long/ time. Fear.
She hugged him, hoping she could help him.
He gently put his arm around her, letting out a long sigh.
"I love you, Crowley. And we'll make it through this. Even if I have to take Lucifer on myself."
"He'll kill you, love. And me, if he ever gets out…" he said softly.
"Then we make sure he doesn't get out. Even if angels, demons and hunters have to work together."
He nodded slowly. Cas must have known... And didn't tell him. The way Lucifer ran hell was messy. No order, no rhyme or reason. Crowley had a system.
"You really need a partner to help you." She said, teasing him softly.
He chuckled. "I don't want to risk losing you, kitten."
"Crowley, you're not going to lose me. I even trust you with my soul. You know how much you mean to me for me to say that? Even if I die... You won't lose me."
He met her eyes, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her softly, keeping eye contact.
She closed her eyes, kissing him back. "What was that for?" she asked him, smiling softly.
"For trusting me." he murmured quietly, not looking away from her eyes.
She smiled. "Hell has a new queen, doesn't it?" She asked him softly.
He chuckled. "Yes."
"Well I'd rather you hold it than anyone else, so I'm fine." She said, thinking that might have been what the kiss was, but wasn't sure.
"I don't have it yet, love." he chuckled softly.
"Well the contract to it, I don't know how this works." She said, giggling.
"Would you like me to have it?" he asked, his eyes serious.
"I know you'll treat me well down there. And we've already said that I'm the new queen of hell... I just don't know how it works or if I'll get ten years and then dragged down by hell hounds..."
"I won't let that happen, love." he smiled, watching her.
"I'll admit I'm nervous. I've never done this before obviously." She said, smiling.
He chuckled, "Don't worry, it's easy." He gently ran his thumb across her jaw, his eyes tracing her lips. "Ready?"
She nodded, knowing that this might end badly, but she couldn't see it going that way. "I'm ready."
He pressed his lips to her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He had to hold it for a few moments, in order for it to work properly.
She closed her eyes, kissing him back. She was nervous and waited for something to happen.
After a few moments, he gently pulled away, smiling. "Done."
She looked confused. "I don't feel any different..."
"You won't." he murmured. "In ten years, it's simply removed from your body."
"So I have ten years?" She asked him, smiling softly.
He nodded, "At that point, you can choose to become a demon."
"There are other choices?" She looked confused as she got into his arms.
"None of them preferable." he murmured, holding her to his chest.
"Demon… Queen of hell. My future's looking bright." She said, kissing him deeply. "All yours now."
He chuckled against her lips, kissing her back hard.
"So, I guess I need training?" She asked him.
He chuckled, "Once you're a demon love. You'll be low level to start, but slowly get stronger."
She nodded, giggling. "Yeah… I need the experience first..." She said softly. "Ten years of getting ready."
He smiled, an odd warm feeling filling his chest. He hadn't felt it in a very long time, and he could feel it swelling.
"I love you." She said softly, kissing him.
"I love you too." he murmured, speaking against her lips before pushing harder.
She smiled, keeping the kiss up. "My King." She whispered, giggling.
He smirked, not stopping, his hands resting gently on her hips.
She made the kiss deeper, her heart pounding as her arms snaked around him.
He smiled, gently sucking on her lower lip, slowly moving towards the bed.
Her eyes closed as she kissed him, laying down on the bed.
He gently laid next to her, his hands still on her hips, holding her to him.
"You're never losing me... Does it hurt? Getting removed?"
"No." he murmured. "Only if you remain human. You lose, feelings."
"No I mean does soul removal hurt?"
"No." he murmured, his lips still on hers.
She nodded, kissing him before sleeping in his arms.
He smiled, gently removing his coat and putting it over the two of them as a makeshift blanket.
Castiel popped in. "Crowley... What did you do?" He asked, sensing something was different.
Crowley groaned quietly, glaring at the angel. He remained quiet, staring at him.
Castiel looked back, staring at him. "Why?"
"Gabriel was here. He talked to her. And when were you going to mention that Lucifer was trying to break out?" he had gotten up, snarling at him
"I didn't even know until a few minutes ago." He said, looking at him. "You have her soul now. Is that what you wanted?"
"It's to protect her." he growled, his eyes blazing.
"By damning her to hell?" He asked him.
"She'll be a demon after her ten years are up, and become my Queen."
"If Abaddon doesn't kill her first!" Castiel snapped, looking at the girl.
"I'm not going to let that happen." he snarled.
He sighed, looking down. "Lucifer is trying to break out and Abaddon is trying to come back as well."
He ran a hand through his short hair. "You think I don't know? If they get out Castiel, I have to go on an all-expense paid trip to the middle of nowhere." He snarled. "I am /not/ letting her get killed."
"You have put her in more danger with her giving you her soul. There are still demons loyal to Abaddon in your little kingdom."
"She told me she wanted me to have it!" he retorted, his fists clenched in anger.
"She needs to understand what this means though. As future queen, Abaddon will go after her first."
"She doesn't know yet." he was seething with rage at this point, losing his temper.
"She knows now... When were you going to tell me this, Crowley?" Kylie said, having heard every word.
Crowley turned, his eyes softening as he met her eyes. "I…" he stammered.
"I really in danger, because of this?" She asked him.
He nodded slowly, "You were in danger the moment you met me, love." he said softly.
"What do you mean by that?" She asked him. "And what do we do to fix this?"
His eyes dropped, not able to face her. "Love, danger follows me. I just... I just wanted..." he wasn't able to continue, new emotions breaking through the barriers he'd been trying so hard to keep up.
"How do we fix this?" She asked again, getting worried that they might have to part.
"We make sure Abaddon and Lucifer don't come back." he said softly. He had forgotten Castiel was in the room.
"Thing is if they think she is important to you, they'll go after her." Castiel said.
He looked back at the angel, his eyes hardening again. "Castiel. Leave."
Castiel nodded, leaving. "What do we do now?"
Crowley's barriers collapsed, and he was trying to contain himself.
"Crowley, darling what's wrong?" she asked him, sitting on the bed.
He was trying hard not to tear up. It was slowly breaking through. "I'm sorry, love… I shouldn't have gotten you into this mess…"
"I'm sure we can fix it somehow together."
He met her eyes, tears welling up no matter how hard he tried to contain them.
"We...We can't, can we?" She asked him, feeling a few tears coming to her eyes.
"I don't... I don't want you getting hurt..."
"So... we're... You're..." She couldn't finish her sentence, the tears falling down her face.
"I don't want to…" he said softly, sitting down next to her.
"But... There's a but."
"But if I'm here, you'll get hurt..." he murmured. "I shouldn't have stayed with you in the first place..." he swallowed hard. "I shouldn't have been..." he didn't want to say the word. "Selfish…"
"So... we're...You're breaking up with me?" She asked him.
"No!" he answered quickly, cupping her face in his hands. "I love you." his eyes were serious. "I just don't want you getting hurt, or worse…"
"Then what do we do, Crowley?" She asked him, her eyes filled with worry and fear.
"I don't know…" he answered honestly. He hadn't felt this way in years, decades even.
"Neither do I. How was Abaddon killed the first time?"
"Dean Winchester."
"How did he do it?"
"He was given the Mark of Cain. And the First Blade." he said softly.
"Think we can do that. Take care of her and maybe Lucifer too."
"The Mark... It changes you... Dean wasn't himself when he died... It was by fluke that he was killed..."
"It may be the only option we have."
"It would mean me taking on the Mark…" he said softly, his eyes on the ground.
"Or me." She said, looking at him.
"No." he answered firmly, meeting her eyes. "I not letting you do that."
"Why not? Don't you need to be human?"
He bit the inside of his lip. She was right. "You do have to be human…" he said softly.
"Then I would have to be the one to do it."
"I..." he stammered. "I don't want..."
"Do we have any more options?"
He shook his head slowly after a moment. "I don't want to lose you to it, love..."
"Then after all of this is done, drop the blade in the ocean."
He met her eyes. "You can only touch the blade a few times if that is to work." he said softly. He had the blade, and it was hidden safely.
She nodded. "It's a last resort though." She said, looking at him.
He very gently put his hand on her knee, not wanting her to take the Mark. He had seen the affects it had had on Dean.
"We'll have to keep you safe, Crowley."
"Keep me safe, love. Impossible." he murmured.
"I can do my best. You're the most important thing to me."
A smile ghosted his face, and a thought crossed his mind. "There is one place we could try." he murmured. He hadn't been back in years. Not since Abaddon was first killed.
"Where is it?" she asked him, smiling softly.
"Kansas." he chuckled, his hand still resting gently on her knee, rubbing slow circles out of habit.
She smiled, giggling. "Alright. It's a long way from here though." She said, liking the way his touch felt.
"We can go in the morning." he murmured, his hand moving up her leg slowly, only a few inches before going back to rubbing circles.
She nodded, kissing him softly. "I love you, Crowley."
"I love you too." he said softly, ghosting her lips with his words, his fingers never stopping.
She smiled softly, looking at the love of her life. "Getting any ideas?"
He chuckled softly, "A few." he murmured in her ear, his voice low. His hand moved up again, still not close to his target.
She felt her heart racing, knowing the next ten years will be torture for her in a way.
He kissed below her ear gently, still rubbing circles, growing closer still. "What is it you want, love?" his voice low and gravely.
"For you to take me..." she said softly, her eyes closing.
He smirked against her neck, his fingers beginning to rub agonizingly slow circles over her sex through her pants.
She let out a soft moan, going for her pants to try and take them off.
"Nuh -uh uh." he crooned, stopping her hands. "Undressing you is my job." he smirked, slowly moving up to unbutton her jeans.
She smiled, kissing him. "Of course, love." She said.
He slowly, and teasingly pulled her zipper down, pushing his hand against her panties, once again rubbing agonizingly slow circles.
She moaned out, her heart racing as she looked into his eyes. Hers were filled with love for him.
He smiled, his hands moving away from her core, slowly moving up to the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head.
She tossed it on the floor, grabbing his tie and pulling him down with her as she smiled and kissed him.
He smiled, kissing her back with need. "Feisty tonight are we?" he teased, throwing his jacket to the floor.
"Yes I am." She said, smiling as she kissed him again.
"Good." he chuckled, undoing his buttons slowly, nipping gently at her lower lip.
She giggled, gently kissing his nose.
His shirt fell to the floor, half naked now. He unclasped her bra, throwing it away from them. "Beautiful." he murmured, taking her in.
She looked up at him, smiling softly as she kissed him deeply. "Love you, Crowley."
He smiled against her lips, his hands resting on her hips gently. "I love you, Kylie." he murmured, kissing her back with the same amount of passion.
She smiled at him, her heart racing. "I'm all yours, baby."
He smiled, kissing down her jaw and to her collarbone, sucking gently.
She moaned out, shaking. "Oh yes..."
He smirked, "That's it love. I want to hear every sound you make." he gently pushed her back, sucking gently at the skin at the top of her breasts
She moaned again, her heart racing. "Oh...h Crowley."
He smirked, gently pushing one nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue against it.
She moaned, loving every touch that was sending her into a sensation.
He nipped at it gently before switching to give the other breast the same treatment.
Another moan escapes her, shaking. "Oh..."
He kissed lower, sucking and nipping gently at the skin of her stomach.
She moaned out, her heart racing so fast. "I love you."
He smiled but remained quiet, finally reaching his prize. He slipped off her jeans, as well as her panties.
She leaned up on her elbows, watching him.
He met her eyes for a brief moment, smiling down at her already wet sex.
She looked at him, her heart racing as she smiled softly. "After we take care of Lucifer and Abaddon... let's have a family..."
He blinked in surprise, before smiling up at her. "I would love to, kitten."
She smiled, her heart racing at the thought of having a child.
He gently pushed a finger to her entrance, slowly pushing it into her.
She moaned out, shaking softly.
"I want to hear every noise love." He murmured. "Don't hold back."
She moaned louder, shaking more. "Oh, baby!"
He smirked, gently flicking his tongue over her nerve bundle, pumping his fingers slightly faster.
She moaned out, her eyes closing in pleasure.
"That's it pet." He crooned. "Come for me." He curled his fingers inside her on the last word.
She moaned again, coming on his demand as she shook in her pleasure.
He smirked, slowly removing his fingers, licking them clean.
"Taste good?" She asked, giggling at him.
He smiled. "Very." He murmured, sliding up to lay next to her, kissing her hard.
She kissed him back, smiling softly as she looked into his eyes. A urgent flutter of wings came in as Castiel came in. "He's out."
Crowley let out an animalistic growl at being interrupted. He immediately had a blanket over her, stalking up to Castiel.
"Lucifer made it out." Castiel said, looking at then as Kylie looked at Cas.