AN: I'm sorry I haven't updated this in forever. I started posting on AO3 and totally forgot about this. I did, finally, figure out how to write Marion into the French Mistake, though, so if you want you can read that at Chapter 10.
Dean walked out of the bunker. The cold shoulder Sam was giving him had chilled the whole area and he needed a walk in the warmth.
"Dean."
Dean turned to the voice, which had followed a small flutter of wings. "Marion? Where have you been?"
"Dean, I don't have a lot of time. Did Castiel ever explain to you what happened to me?" Marion asked, stepping forward.
She seemed okay, from what Dean could see, but something he couldn't put his finger on was wrong.
"Yeah. Angel recruiting system. Pissed you didn't say anything. We might've been able to help."
Marion shook her head. "God couldn't help, Dean. I wasn't going to add more shit to your pile. Look, I have maybe 10 minutes before Metatron realizes I'm gone."
"Metatron? You're still in Heaven? You didn't fall?"
"Metatron didn't cast me out. He says he likes me, that I used to be human and I know good literature so I'm worth keeping, but I know he's planning to use me against you and Castiel. He's small and unassuming, but scary in his anger and intelligence, and that Gadreel… Dean, Heaven is… it's falling apart. The Garden is dying. The personal Heavens have started colliding. I was lucky enough to find Ash and Bobby, but… that's not important. What's important is that Castiel is amassing followers. He's making Metatron nervous. He's more nervous about Castiel than he is about you and Sam or even Malachi. He will send Gadreel after Castiel."
"Wait… wait, though. How are you… you? Cas said you were gonna be reprogrammed. When Cas got reprogrammed by Naomi, he almost killed me. How can I trust a word you're saying?" Dean asked, his voice going close to a whisper.
Marion shrugged as Sam walked out of the bunker. "You can't, Dean. You can choose to trust what I'm saying and believe me when I say that Naomi tried, that she dug into my brain but was unable to finish her work before Metatron killed her. Or you can ignore me again. We all know you're better at the latter."
"Yeah. You're you." Dean mumbled.
Marion turned to Sam as he walked up next to Dean. "Kevin was right, you know? Get over it. Dean has proven time and again that he will not let you die. Dean has given his life and soul for you, over and over. How could you expect him to just let you give up? Get over it. You don't get to give up yet."
"I've earned…"
"Nothing. You've had such a hard life, right? Hunting and helping people. The whole thing with Azazel, the demon blood, the time in the Cage, the crazy-brains, the anger inside you? But around that, you've had more normality than any Winchester ever. The year with the girl and the dog, the time you spent in college. Hell, you didn't even know what Dad was hunting until you were in Elementary School. Dean has done nothing to deserve being alone, so you don't get to quit. Unless, you're interested in going through what he's gone through in order to keep you around… then I'd be willing to agree you're too tired to go on."
"Are you threatening me?" Sam sounded amused.
"No. I'm reminding you that I'm an archangel now…" She said, stepping toward her younger brother. "… who knows the way into Purgatory and Hell and who, apparently, has more loyalty for our brother right now than you do."
Sam stood his ground. "Dean had no right."
"He did as Dad trained him. 'Protect Sammy'. Always keep Sam safe. You don't get to condemn him. You are all he has left. He's not going to be alone."
"Why are you siding with him? You died and left. You weren't around. Why don't I get to go to Heaven?"
Marion's face took on a hard edge. "Oh, would you like to trade places, Sam? Would you like to spend several months in agony as grace fills up your insides and pulls you toward Heaven? Would you like to have some archangel in a pant-suit drill into your brain to alter you? Would you like to sit in a room in a mostly barren wasteland talking to a blowhard angel wearing the body of a 60 year old Jewish man, hoping he doesn't decide to cast you down to Earth with the rest of the family? And I obviously haven't given up if I'm here."
Sam stared at her, half hoping she was exaggerating. "I don't have time for this." She said, suddenly, appearing behind Sam and touching his shoulder. The scene around them changed. They were on a sidewalk in the middle of the day.
"Where are we?"
"You're back to your angsty teen shit, wanting to be dead? Well, okay. Let's look at if you had never been born. It's a Wonderful Life, Sam. Gotta go."
Sam looked around. He recognized Lawrence, but couldn't pin-point the time. "This is ridiculous. Punish me for Dean putting his wants first." He mumbled, walking down the street. He stopped across the street from their old home. John was out in the front yard with a football, tossing it to a skinny boy who looked about 11.
As Sam watched the football fly back and forth, Mary walked out of the house with 2 glasses of lemonade. Sam's stomach flipped. She looked so happy and beautiful. He'd never seen a picture of her that did her justice.
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"Where'd you take him?"
"A little illusion I created. I'll bring him home tomorrow."
"Hey… this angel thing as bad as it seems?" Dean asked, looking down at the gravel under his feet.
"What can I say, Dean? It's Heaven." She said, disappearing.
"And Heaven's rotting."
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Marion stepped into the Garden and stood next to a tree. Metatron was examining a wilted flower. "It's sad. This used to be so beautiful. Lucifer should never have gotten in. Humans would have grown as a species here, in Heaven, where they belong."
"Yeah, but your buddy, Gadreel, fell asleep on the job. He let the snake in. And you reward him by making him your second."
"I need someone who knows war. I was never a soldier, Marion. Like you. You were never supposed to be a soldier. You're a scholar. Not a hunter, either. You aren't like the other archangels."
"I'm one of a kind, Metatron."
"Yes, you are, Marion." Metatron said, sighing.
"I, uh, think I'm going to head down to Earth."
"To find your brothers?" Metatron asked.
"Yes. Not to help them or anything. Just to watch over them. I worry."
"Naomi couldn't take that from you, huh? Your love of them. Maybe… I would have better luck."
Marion didn't flinch as he moved toward her, menacingly. "Metatron… I have stared down Zachariah and Michael. I have held my own against Castiel using all the souls in Purgatory. I took Lucifer and Michael into my body. I kept myself through more torturous reprogramming than I like thinking about. After Lucifer, Michael and Naomi, I am not frightened of you, Marv."
"Then, why are you waiting around up here?" Metatron asked, moving to sit on a bench.
"I might not fear you, but I respect that you are the only reason I did not fall with the rest. I like being one of the few who are allowed in Paradise. I can't just stay here, now, though. Ignoring everything you've caused that's gone crazy, my brothers need help dealing with Crowley and Abaddon. Please."
"You've gone from wanting to watch to wanting to help."
"Still a Winchester, despite my wings. Of course, I want to help. But I don't want to be locked out if I go down there."
"You don't tell them about me, okay?"
"Of course, Marv. I'll keep my mouth shut."
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Sam sat on a bench, watching Mary and Dean eating ice cream. Marion appeared next to him.
"I considered adding myself into the mix, but… Nah. You being in mom's stomach didn't cause my death, so… just Dean."
"They're so happy."
"Yep. No baby Sammy, no reason for Azazel to break in. Mom doesn't die, Dad doesn't lose his mind, and Dean gets a childhood. You've never really thought about how much Dean sacrificed for you. He went to Hell for you. So you could live. He was willing to say 'yes' to Michael so that you wouldn't have to say 'yes' to Lucifer. He has given so much… doesn't he get to be selfish a bit?"
"I don't like it. He tricks me and thinks that's okay."
"You don't have to like it, Sammy. You just have to stop being a little bitch about it. Dean never holds any of this against you. He doesn't hold it against you that you didn't look for him while he was in Purgatory. He's been through a lot, Sam. And he doesn't know how to be alone. You are all he has."
Sam looked over. "What about you, and Cas? Dean could live without me."
"Castiel is not the most reliable friend. He's easily misled and makes disastrous decisions without consulting those with more wisdom. It's like he's making a conscious effort to get himself killed. It's no wonder why Naomi targeted him. Metatron, either. And me? As smart as I am, and as much as I love Dean, I'm not good for him. There's a reason God told me to leave after you jumped into the Cage. He's got one sibling to worry about. He doesn't need me adding more to it."
Sam focused in on her face for the first time since she'd showed up again. There was a coldness there that she was trying to hide behind a small smile. "Are-are you okay, Marion?"
Marion dragged her eyes away from the happy family. "Of course, I am, Sam."
"Look, Marion, I know we've never been -" Sam started.
"I'm an angel, Sam." She interrupted. "They had to take out a lot of who I was to make room for who I am. I have the history of the universe in my mind, every language you can imagine, and I still managed to retain a lot of my memories and Dean's. You look at me and recognize a façade. Congratulations, Sam, but there is nothing I can do to make you feel more comfortable about it. I am sorry about that." Marion said, putting her hand on Sam's shoulder.
Sam appeared outside the bunker, alone.
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Crowley walked into his hotel room with a small brown paper bag. "Crowley." He turned his head to the suite's living room, where Marion was sitting on the arm of the couch.
"Femchester! You look… different."
"So do you, Crowley." Marion said, standing. She gestured at his face. "Less twisted in the soul area."
"I don't have a –"
"You are a soul." She interrupted, grabbing his paper bag. She sniffed the blood bag and threw it back to him. "Blood of an alcoholic wife-beater. That's no good. If you want to feel clean again, you need sinless blood."
Crowley looked down at the bag. "How did you-"
"You and Castiel should talk. You're very alike, so nostalgic for the humanity you sacrificed to become something more."
"Should be more like you, then? What'd you sacrifice your humanity for? What are you?"
"Are you so far gone that you can't recognize a demon's natural enemy?"
Crowley crunched the top of the paper bag in his left hand. "Oh. They took yer emotions. That's why you're… wrong. Didn't know people could become angels. So, what? Did you catch it from Castiel, like some sort of holy VD?"
"Lucifer, actually. And Michael."
"You… Lucifer? Really?"
"Yes. You and Lucifer are very much alike. Befriending people, making it seem like you give a damn, while manipulating everything behind the scenes. Lucifer marked me and made me an angel. You got Dean the Mark of Cain."
"I didn't mark 'im, Cain did! And Dean agreed."
"I agreed to be marked by Lucifer and Michael, but I didn't really know what I was agreeing to. Neither did Dean."
"Dean didn't want to know, Missy. Cain tried to warn him."
"And now, he's drinking like a fish because he can't stop thinking about that knife in his hand. You did that."
Crowley looked at her, expectantly. "Care to try that again, love? You sound a bit lackluster."
"Crowley, I get that you aren't scared of angels. You've worked with angels, you've seen many die. But I am an archangel, and I am a Winchester. I am watching my family, Crowley. Sam, Dean, Cas, Charlie, they are under my protection."
"Charlie… cute little ginger, likes girls?"
Marion sighed. "Yes, Crowley."
"Are you tryin' to feel sad right now?" Crowley asked, amused. "Want me to dig around in your head, dig out those feelings so you can tell me about Charlie?"
"I think I might be better off without them, Crowley, but if you want to hear the story, it's pretty simple. Castiel broke me under your guidance. I lay with Lucifer and Michael and was marked. Not knowing how long I had, I ingratiated myself to one of Dick Roman's IT techs in an attempt to take down the Leviathans. Charlie was my friend, roommate and lover. She fixed all the damage Castiel created, and then, when she needed me most, the grace in me welled up and I was called up to Heaven. Because I wasn't around, Charlie got her arm broken in the escape from Roman Enterprises. And now, she's in Oz with Dorothy, literally."
"I genuinely feel bad for you, Maid Marion. That's very sad."
"Yes, Crowley, it is. And I believe that you feel sadness for my plight, because that seems to be the only emotion you focus on. There are other things to feel."
Crowley gave her a look as he tossed the bag on the couch. "Like, say lust… or the infatuation you felt for Ginger?"
"The love I felt for her? Yes, those are better emotions."
"It's been a while since I felt anything other than physical need for a woman. It's probably the blood talkin' but if I kissed you, would it burn?"
Marion rolled her eyes a bit as he seemed to take a predatory stance. "Unlikely. Castiel and Meg… kissed without any issue. But you and I are not making a deal, King of Hell, so there will be no kissing."
Crowley made a displeased noise. "Meg. Annoying little spur in my side. I killed her, you know? That get me any brownie points?"
"A demon killing another demon for their own petty reasons does nothing to garner points, not with me."
"You know, you were already in a relationship with me, Marion. Every romantic idea Castiel ever had, that was me." Crowley said taking a drink of Scotch from a glass that had suddenly appeared.
"I'm aware."
"Then, you know you were only physically with him. Mentally, you were with me."
Marion appeared in front of him, gently pulling the glass from his hand and taking a sip. "I can see where you're going with this, and I've got one response." She leaned forward and whispered. "It will never, ever happen unless you could convince me that you'd do better than Lucifer."
Crowley let out a shuddering sigh. "You know, it's not fair. Cassie reaped the physical benefits but I was behind all of his kind words and every gift he left."
"Continuing to remind me will do nothing to help you, demon. I have no desire for a physical relationship. Every man I've laid with has given me nothing but pain."
"You make me curse my gender. I could always smoke into a-
"Leave Dean alone." Marion cut him off. "He's got enough on his plate without you." She handed him back his scotch and disappeared.
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Marion sat outside the bunker, waiting for one of her brothers to walk out. Enochian warding kept her out of the bunker. She blinked herself invisible as a car engine approached. A large beige boxy car stopped in front of the bunker.
"Marion?" Castiel asked, stepping out of the vehicle.
"Castiel." She said, curtly.
"You look very well. You were not injured in the Fall?" Castiel asked, shutting the door to his car and stepping toward her. Marion took a steady step backward.
"I've spent the last several months placating Metatron so that I wouldn't lose the tenuous hold I have on Heaven's Glory, Castiel. I made sure that I did not Fall with the others."
A look of anger flashed across Castiel's face. "Placating? How, exactly, have you been placating him?"
"Talking to him, mostly." Marion said. "He was lonely for a very long time."
"Lonely? Did you mate with him?" Castiel asked.
Marion squared her shoulders and cocked her head at the other angel. "I do not feel you should be judging me, Castiel. Did you mate with a Reaper mercenary and several homeless women while you were human?"
Castiel opened his mouth to defend himself.
"No, Castiel. I have not lain with a man since Lucifer. Though, the Scribe does flirt. And Crowley seems very interested. Unfortunately, I don't feel much lust since I've been an angel. Don't feel much of anything."
"Why do you not just extract your grace? Your brothers have an item similar to a syringe that-"
"I know. I watched your procedure with Sam. Thank you for not killing him." Marion shook her head, slightly. "Extract my grace? To what end? Several months of being almost human until the marks on my soul flood me with grace again? No. If I'm not an angel, I'm nothing."
"How can you say that, Marion?"
"How much of yourself did you lose to Naomi?" Marion asked, calmly.
"I… don't know."
"I'm not quite sure, myself. It's difficult to know what you can't remember is gone. But I know what I managed to hold onto. Dean's memories, particularly those of childhood and all information about hunting, were much more important than my memories. What is left of me, is mostly Dean. Basic human psychology says without my memories, I will not be me. As an angel, that makes sense."
"Still, you should be uniquely qualified to make the transition from angel to human."
"Why? I was hardly a well-adjusted human. I fell in love with the first man to show me more than just a passing interest. And when he inevitably rejected me, I grew insane with rage, made a deal with Satan and almost killed myself in an attempt to gain the revenge I was so sure I deserved. Now, I have only basic emotion. It gives me the opportunity to focus on more important things, like saving the Garden."
"What happened to the Garden?" Castiel asked, walking toward her again.
Marion stood her ground this time. "Metatron kicked out the gardener, Castiel. There used to be thousands of soldiers caring for and running Heaven. Now, there is only a scribe, a newbie, and a guard so incompetent that he couldn't even keep Lucifer out of the Garden. We can't run things. I need to get Heaven open for everyone."
"That is what I am working toward. We could help each other." Castiel said, hopefully.
"I'm sorry, but no. I promised I would not reveal his secrets to you. I will do what I can without breaking my honor. When my brothers exit that damned shelter, let them know I was here."
"Marion, wait!" Castiel shouted, reaching for her hand as she was about to fly away. She blinked up at him and pulled her hand back.
"Yes?"
Castiel cleared his throat and searched for words. "I wanted to apologize, Marion. I know that you said you forgave me back then, before I released the Leviathans, but I don't think I understood, then, why I was feeling regret. I know now. I used you. I lied to you and abused your emotions. And I'm very sorry. I should never have tricked you into becoming… I shouldn't have messed with your emotions."
Marion blinked at him again. "All right. Now, who did that help?" She asked.
"What?" Castiel asked, confusion contorting his face.
"You're expressing regret for something that happened several years ago. Your regret does not alleviate my anger at your actions, nor does it change what I did in response to your actions. I am irrevocably broken because of your actions and your apology won't fix it. So, that didn't help me, it must be to help you. I think it would only help you if I were to freely forgive you. But I haven't done that." Marion heard the door groan open behind her, but she continued. "I feel my voice may have betrayed me. Let me be clear. I'm not angry at your apology, Castiel. I'm not angry at your actions, anymore. I don't feel any anger toward you, because while I have knowledge of what you did the vivid memories of my humanity and the accompanying emotions are absent. Urgonur gal-graph. Urgraphgis gemed." She finished as Sam and Dean walked up.
Marion smiled, brightly and turned to her brothers. "I was here to offer my hand, but Metatron must've seen me talking to Castiel, because he's blowing up angel radio. I'll come back later."
Castiel stepped toward Sam and Dean, sadly looking at the spot where Marion had stood.
"What'd she say, at the end? The Enochian?" Dean asked.
"The translation is… roughly, she said, 'The flower is dead, let it go'."
"What's 'the flower'?" Dean asked.
"She is." Sam answered. "She said something like that to me, too. She said she wasn't herself anymore. And that she wasn't going to be able to make us feel better about it."
"What does she mean, 'not herself'? She acts just like she used to." Dean said.
"No, Dean. She's pretending and you are blind to it." Sam said.
"Naomi tortured her, adding and removing things from her brain. Marion made certain to remember what she thought was most important, the information that had saved her life when she was human. Your memories, Dean."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"It means we lost Rapunzel, Dean. Permanently." Sam said, somberly.
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Marion appeared in front of a fallen tree in the Garden. Metatron sat on the log. "I really didn't think I had to tell you to stay away from your ex-boyfriend. You know, the one who wants to kill me."
"Well, you can't really blame him, can you, Marv? You took his grace and used it to throw the civil wars in Heaven down onto the Earth on top of the people he's come to care about. I'd want you dead, too, if I thought your death would open Heaven to our brothers." Marion said, coolly.
"But they aren't your brothers. You were adopted."
"Is this going to turn into a fight about who 'Dad' loves more, because I'm willing to fight dirty on that?"
"God chose me, Marion. Picked me out of every other angel in Heaven, to be his scribe."
"And then he exiled you to Earth for thousands of years. When's the last time you even spoke to God?"
Metatron glared darkly at Marion. "Why do you think I did this? Because I deserved his protection and he threw me down to hide with the Natives back before they'd ever seen a white man."
"God will not give you the ending you want."
"He doesn't need to. I'm writing the story now. I get to be the hero now, not some throw away character."
Marion shook her head. "You know… fuck this. Toss me down, sever my link. Lock the door behind me. Put a blade in my heart. I won't stand here and listen to you ramble. History is written by the winners and you think you're gonna write that book-"
"I'm already writing it!"
"Goodbye, Metatron."
"You'll regret this, Marion."
"How? You've already created chaos on Earth. You had Kevin killed, you've set Castiel up to be your storybook villain, you have made it where no one can come home. I would rather be down in the trenches than up here with a mad man who is bent on making himself God. You saw what happened to the last two guys who tried that, right?"
"I'm different."
"Yes, you are. Doesn't mean you'll win. There is a reason why God has my brothers' backs." Marion said, disappearing from the Garden.
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Marion sat at a bar with a scotch in front of her. She cursed herself for giving up Paradise, but she knew it was the right thing.
"Can I buy you a drink?" A handsome brunette man beside her asked, with a smile.
Marion didn't look at him. "I didn't come here to be hit on."
"A woman looking like you, in a bar like this, drinking whisky? I wouldn't dare. Just thought you might like a free drink and a listening ear."
"It won't do you very much good, but if you want to spend your money… by all means."
"So… I'm Justin." He said, motioning for the bartender to give Marion another scotch.
"Marion."
"And what has you drinking scotch at 2 in the afternoon?"
Marion sighed. "Everything." She answered, vaguely.
"Oh, kay. So, what do you do? A woman as intense as you must have an intense job."
"I'm a soldier."
"Ooh. Army girl! Me, I'm an author."
"Really? What do you write?" Marion asked, boredly.
"Oh, just… everything." Justin said. Something in the way he said it made Marion turn to actually examine him.
"Chuck?" She whispered.
Justin smiled. "That took you far too long to figure out."
Marion jumped off her stool and hugged God's new vessel. "Well, that's the most emotion I've seen out of you in months."
She pulled back. "You've been watching?"
"Of course. You're one of my favorites, Marion."
"I'm one of your favorites, yet you watched as Naomi tortured my humanity out of me?"
"Yes. Not gonna sugarcoat it, Mare, you had to change. You said it yourself, you weren't well-adjusted. And how could you be? The people Zachariah placed you with, they were insane. They wouldn't let you go outside. I made humans to need fresh air and sunlight. They poisoned you with a basement of damp dark air and no social interaction. At least Jesus got to help Joseph in the damn workshop. I allowed Naomi to do her thing just long enough for her to clear out all the rotten pieces. And then, I let Metatron kill her."
"You couldn't change me, so you wrote an event to do it for you."
"Yes. I wish I could have just written it all away, but we both know that wouldn't have worked."
"She didn't just take the… 'rotten parts', sir. She took happiness. She took love. She took anger. I'm left only with a devotion, driven not by love or warmth, but by necessity. A weight bearing on me to live for you. I only felt a need to help my brothers because I know that I should feel the need to help them. I have drawn a parallel many times to Sam when he was soulless."
"That's fixable. The emotions, the conscience, the soul, they're all in there, Marion. Now, I'm not going to fix you. I've broken my policy of non-interference too many times for you Winchesters. But you've already been presented with the solution."
Marion stared into God's eyes, confused. He rolled his eyes. "The King of Demons who's suddenly attracted to a human in a holy body."
"You want me to allow Crowley, the junkie King of Hell, to dig into my brain?"
"I could order you to, but I won't. If you want your soul back, Marion, Crowley is the answer. Unless you know someone else who has the knowledge of reprogramming that he does."
"Sir. You made us. Why can't you…"
"Because I'm done bailing you out. I've helped you much more than I've helped any of my other favorites. You think I showed up this often for Noah? Moses got me once. Jesus met me at his resurrection, and even then I could only whisper to him because I knew the archangels were watching. If you wanna be fixed, go to Crowley." Justin said, pointedly. "Leave this bar right now and go to him. Not tomorrow, not in a week. Now. You do whatever he asks, you pay his price. I have written the consequences. If you want to be able to feel again, you do this and anything that occurs, is my will."
Marion didn't have a chance to agree, because God disappeared. She took a look at her scotch, then flew off to the hotel Crowley was staying in. Crowley looked up from his spot on the hotel couch.
"You're back." He said, surprised.
"I've decided to take you up on your offer."
Crowley stood, pulling his robe closed. "You want me to fix yer brain?"
"Yes. Name your price."
"You." He said, quickly. "I want to taste what Lucifer did."
"You want to have sex with me?" She clarified.
"Yeah. I want you; because I know you're disgusted by me. You think you're so much better than me just because you went up when you sold yer soul. I went down, but it's all the-"
"The same thing."
"What?" He blurted out, surprised.
"I fully expected, when I made that deal with Lucifer, that I would find myself in your kingdom when I died. Instead, he sentenced me to something arguably worse. Heaven has become Hell for angels. Wars, torture, death, the Garden is rotting and that isn't even a metaphor. All my new brothers, they are better off on Earth but new things frighten them, so they are clawing for the familiar Hell of Heaven. And I'm clawing for a bit of my humanity. All because I made a deal. I used my body for currency in that transaction, so I may as well use it here, to fix the things I destroyed."
"You mean you…"
"I'm going to have sex with you. It may be the lack of conscience or emotion, but I am willing to do anything to fix my mistake. Even engage in intercourse with someone I find morally reprehensible. And to clarify, Crowley, it isn't the fact that you are a demon that I find reprehensible. I can understand selling your soul, and I can forgive you for giving in to the torture and becoming more than just a spirit. Even Dean couldn't last for more than a few decades. But what I hold against you is when you refused to give Bobby his soul back. I hold against you Jody Mills and Sarah Blake and the others my brothers saved whom you killed just to get to them. I hold it against you that you manipulated Castiel into lying to all of us and that you manipulated him into breaking me. I hold it against you that you doomed Dean with the Mark and never explained how fucked he was. And I hold that last one against you more than anything else, because you had at least a semi-functioning conscience at the time."
Crowley nodded. "Didn't kill Jody Mills, but regardless of how I feel, and I loathe to use that phrase, I am the King of Hell, and in order to maintain that position, I have to do what needs to be done."
"I know all about that. Now..." Marion started, pulling off her green and blue flannel shirt to reveal a grey spaghetti strap shirt. "…do as you see fit, your majesty."
Crowley smirked and approached her. "You aren't just gonna lay there, are you?"
"If I could feel insulted, I would. I might not be excited about this, and I couldn't feel excited about this even if I wanted to, but I can feel things, physically. So, assuming you are as good in bed as you think, you should have my toes curling in no time."
Crowley grabbed the collar of her top and pulled the shirt in half. His fingers flicked open the front clasp of her bra and stared for a second before snapping his fingers, leaving them both nude. Marion grabbed his hand and transported them to the bed.
"Can I kiss you, or is this a 'not on the mouth' kind of deal?"
"I don't mind."
Crowley rolled on top of her and stared at her. "Have to wonder, should I go at this fast and hard, like I normally would, or should I take my time? Should I savor this or just finish myself off? It's not like you'll feel grateful about me putting your needs first, and I haven't put a woman first in years."
"I, literally, could not care less."
"But when you can feel again, it would just kill you if you enjoyed being taken by the King of Hell, wouldn't it?"
"Probably." She said, succinctly.
"Well, who am I to give up an opportunity to be a permanent fixture in the mind of a Winchester?" He said, before kissing her neck. His hand made its way slowly down her body, following along her curves. As the hair at her neckline tickled his face, he realized he'd never seen her with her hair down. Not once, since the day he met her at that roadside rib cart, had her hair been out of a bun.
"Sit up." He said, rolling off her enough for her to follow his directions. As she sat up, his hand reached behind her head, the elastic band holding her bun in place snapping as soon as his fingers grazed it. Crowley grabbed a handful of dark blond locks and brought them around to rest over her breast. "Better."
Marion just looked on as he started to kiss down her neck and collarbone amid waves of hair that would never again need a salon. Her heart pounded as he latched, roughly, onto one of her nipples. Had Crowley not been able to hear her pulse, he never would have known.