Chapter 4
Crowley snapped his fingers, and within a moment she was in his arms, and they were somewhere else entirely. He opened a door, slamming it behind him, the metal grinding.
"What's going on?" She asked him, frightened.
He remained silent, his eyes ablaze with fury. He set her down gently on the couch, the blanket still wrapped around her. He walked quickly to a large plastic looking table, pushing a few buttons every now and again.
She got up, going over to him. "Crowley, love? Are you okay?"
"No." He snarled. He realized after a moment how harsh that had sounded, and his eyes fell, eyeing the table. A large purple dot was blinking on the east coast.
"I'm here for you. You know that right?" She said, worried about him.
"I know love." He murmured. "We'll be safe here. He can't get in. He won't be able to find it." Crowley had been very careful to not let anyone know where this place was. Anyone who had known was long dead.
"What do we do now though?" She asked him, keeping the blanket around her.
"/We/ don't do anything." He said firmly. "You are staying here, where it's safe."
"You can't defeat him alone, Crowley."
"You think I don't know that?!" He snarled, once again forgetting who he was talking to.
"I'm still a hunter! I can help you." She snarled right back
"Sweetheart you can't help me. Do you know what happened the first time the Winchesters fought him? Sam ended up dead for a year, and back with no soul." He snapped. "And he's stronger now. Stronger than Castiel and I combined."
"We have the first blade!" She said, snapping as well. "I know you want me safe, but I'm not weak either!"
"I didn't say you were." He growled. "And even with the blade, we have to get to him."
"I know. We've got one shot at this."
"One shot. And if it doesn't work, we're both dead." He snarled.
"Then we'll make it count!" She said, looking at him.
A low growl left him, still angry.
She looked at him, turning around and walking away.
He put out his hand to call her back, letting it drop after a moment.
She walked into the back room, furious.
His shoulders slumped. This always happened. He'd get angry, and say something he didn't mean.
She sat down on the bed, thinking before hearing footsteps. "Crowley?"
He stood in the doorway, his eyes having softened. He hesitated, his eyes on the floor. "I'm sorry…" he said, his voice barely audible.
She looked confused. "I'm sorry... I didn't hear you."
"I'm sorry…" he said slightly louder, his eyes still on the ground. His hands were in his pockets,
"I'm sorry too." She said, getting up and hugging him.
He put his arms around her, burying his face in her shoulder.
"I love you." She said softly, before looking down. "I just realized that I don't have any clothes."
He chuckled, "I brought your things when we left the hotel."
"You got out of there fast..." She said softly.
"I don't like being interrupted." he said softly, his voice in her ear.
She giggled. "So where were we?" She asked him softly.
"We're in Kansas." he murmured. "I told you I had a safe place to go."
"No I mean where were we?" She said softly in his ear with a soft purr.
He chuckled, his hands on her hips. "That's my girl." he teased, his hand snaking down easily. He palmed her gently, moving his head to kiss her.
She moaned into the kiss, her heart racing.
Balancing her on his body, he gently rubbed two fingers over her opening, kissing down her jaw.
She moaned out again, shaking. "Oh Crowley."
"That's it pet." he murmured, pushing his fingers into her. He worked her gently, pushing the heel of his hand into her bundle of nerves.
She kept moaning, her eyes closing in pleasure and want.
He continued until she was right on the edge, before pulling away suddenly. He set her on the bed, his own need apparent.
She smiled, stroking him and kissing him.
He let his pants drop, pulling off the tie. He smirked at her, gently lining up his tip with her entrance.
She looked into his eyes, smiling at him. "I love you."
"I love you too." He murmured, pushing himself into her. He went slowly at first, adjusting before finding his rhythm.
She moaned out, skipping the squealing and almost going to the screaming.
He swallowed her screams, kissing her roughly as he rolled his hips, setting a fast pace.
She screamed from pleasure, moaning as she kissed him back. "My Crowley..."
He smirked, snaking one hand down her body to rub her bundle of nerves. "That's it love, scream it so everyone knows who you belong to." he growled, nipping gently at her neck.
She screamed out his name as she felt her climax coming closer.
He bit down on her shoulder, quickly smoothing over the mark with his tongue. He was coming close to his climax himself.
She screamed louder, hitting her peak and coming for him. "Oh Crowley."
He came not long after, moaning her name in her ear. He stayed inside her, slowly coming down off his high.
She looked at him, kissing him softly.
He slowly pulled out of her, lying next to her. "Kitten, you're perfect." he murmured against her lips, cupping her face with one hand.
She purred for him, showing him his kitten. "So are you, my dear."
"Better, love." he murmured, resting his head against her shoulder.
She kissed him, smiling. "Tomorrow… We tackle what to do about the devil."
He frowned, but nodded his head, agreeing.
She smiled, falling asleep in his arms until the next morning.
He only slept a few hours, kept up with worry.
She woke up the next morning, looking over at him. "Are you alright, sweetie?"
He shrugged, still remaining quiet.
"What's wrong?" She asked him.
He frowned. "I wish I could ignore my problems, love. But I can't."
"Why don't we try to fix it?" She asked him.
"It isn't that simple pet. I've lived this long, I don't want to die."
"And I don't want to lose you either." She said, looking into his eyes.
"I don't want to lose you either." he said softly, kissing her forehead gently.
"Then what do we do?" she asked him, getting up and trying to find her clothes.
"I don't know." he murmured. "Love, would you like to shower with me?" he offered, a playful smirk on his face.
She nodded, smiling. "Alright." She said, trying to find the shower.
He chuckled, taking her hand, leading her towards it. He was still naked, his member half erect already.
She smiled, the uneasy feeling suddenly coming back. "Crowley... I think something's wrong..."
He frowned, putting his hand on her shoulder. "What do you mean?" he asked, worried. He didn't think they would have time for a shower, so with a wave of his hand they were both fully clothed.
She looked down, seeing a sexy red dress on her. "For your eyes?" She asked him. "I have the uneasy feeling again."
He frowned, keeping his arm around her. "Let's take a look around the bunker."
She nodded, getting nervous.
He slowly began looking around, keeping himself protectively in front of her.
She looked around, feeling frightened as she tried to relax. "I guess no one is here..."
He frowned. "We should check the basement." he said softly. His torture chamber was down there.
She nodded, frightened as she followed him.
He went downstairs, flicking on the lights. He walked towards the back, moving the shelves. There stood his chair, the chains draped over the back, and the devils trap still intact.
She relaxed, going over to him until she heard the door close. "What was that?"
Crowley frowned. Someone was in here. He gently put his hand out to keep her from following him, walking back towards the door.
She stayed put, looking frightened. Who could be there?
Crowley swung open the door, not seeing anyone. He drew his knife, stalking around.
She walked around, looking frightened.
He heard some shuffling in the kitchen, and a beer being opened. He frowned, putting his hand out telling her not to move.
She looked confused, staying still.
Crowley peered around the corner. Angel. He saw the wings tucked against his back. Not only that, he recognized the angel. He moved to stand out in the open. The angel slowly turned around, nearly jumping when he noticed him, still mid drink of his beer. Crowley raised an eyebrow, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Gabriel? What are you doing here?" She asked him, looking confused.