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Just a heads up that this story is AU after 7x02, especially concerning the Leviathan. Warnings for attempted assault.

The months seemed to bleed into each other, spring and summer giving way to fall and before long a year had passed. Her days were filled with activities that ranged from painting to interpretive dance to gardening. She had to confess she had never been so busy. On Thursdays she had appointments with a psychiatrist but after the initial talk about demons the chats had grown dry. She didn't share that she was visited almost every day by a demon as she would like to get out before her fortieth birthday.

"You were charged with manslaughter under diminished capability. That's why you're here instead of in prison."

"But you think I could get out soon?"

"I don't see why not."

Amelia felt a shaky relief flood her and she beamed. "Thank god."

"You just have to agree and you're as free as a bird." Dr Shelly smiled pleasantly and Amelia froze, her smile falling.

"I'm sorry?"

"I said you just have to agree to the programme and then you should be let out." Of course, the programme. Amelia had to attend regular appointments to discuss her 'issues.'

"You heard her right the first time Ames. She's one of my lot."

Amelia stiffened and gripped the chair in her hands as Crowley whispered behind her. She stopped herself from turning around and instead focused on Dr Shelly who frowned at her.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. J - just excited," she managed to smile but it was hard. Crowley moved to sit beside Dr Shelly, crossing his legs in imitation.

"There are others like me out there, living respectable lives. Nurse Ratchet here is a good example. Aren't you love?" He turned to her but Dr Shelly ignored him and the demon winked at her. "She's good, isn't she? Deep undercover she is."

Amelia looked at the clock and spoke with difficulty. "Our time is up."

"So it is. Well same time next week? Keep your spirits up Amelia, your time here is almost coming to a close." She smiled and Amelia couldn't help but find it a little too forced. When the door closed behind her she spun around to face Crowley who was grinning.

"That wasn't funny."

"Yes it was. Look while you're content with painting bowls of bananas I need to invent my own form of entertainment."

"By tormenting me?"

"I am a demon," he lifted her chin with a finger. "It could be worse, you know that. You're lucky it's me you're dealing with."

Amelia shook her head to get him off. "If you're finding this boring then why don't you go?"

"And leave you all alone?" He pouted.

"Really, I think I can cope." She moved down the staircase and out into the grounds. It was an overcast day but still warm enough for a walk.

"I told you. I'm doing Castiel a favour."

"I'm sure he's very grateful," she cast him a sarcastic smile before looking out towards the horizon. A treeline obscured the wire fence that kept her prisoner. Crowley followed her gaze.

"Thinking about making a run for it? If you get caught you won't be coming back to this charming place."

"I know..." She just needed to wait. She sat on a bench and he joined her with a sigh. She stared at him out of the corner of her eye in consideration. "Really though, why do you even bother? Haven't you got other things to do?"

"Yes, unfortunately. I govern Hell."

"You govern Hell?"

"Yes, is there an echo? There was interdepartmental reshuffling and I got the top job. I run a tight, efficient ship and as such find myself with some spare time."

Amelia turned to stare at him horror, "You mean you're...the devil?"

He scoffed, "Please! Lucifer is in his cage and he's doesn't run anything. Hasn't for a very long time anyway. He doesn't like that hell got overrun with all these human souls you see. He hates demons."

"He does?" She frowned as he nodded.

"Don't forget he's an angel. You lot are just hairless monkeys to him but we're pond scum. Lowest of the low," he shrugged, his usual humour gone. "Why do you think those souls got tortured in the first place? You think God ordained it? Nah, it's those bloody angels." He looked at the sky with reproach.

"If you feel that way then why are you working with Castiel?"

"Because he's different and we've got a plan."

"What plan?"

Crowley tapped the side of his nose and got to his feet. "All in good time. You better get indoors, it's getting late." He offered a hand and she was about to take it and then stopped herself. She gazed up to see him looking impressed.

"What?"

"You're not frightened of me anymore."

Amelia shrugged, uncomfortable. "I wouldn't say that..."

"It's true though. I need someone like you by my side."

Amelia got to her feet and stared at him in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Queen of hell. Think about it," he stared at her as if what he offered was appetising. Amelia stared at him as if he was insane.

"No thanks?" She thumbed her wedding ring and he spotted it.

"Oh not like that. I know you're a married woman, even if you haven't been laid in a few years. It's not like Castiel knows what to do with his wee tackle."

"Do you mind?" She walked passed him, her face red.

"No, not really." He watched her walk away with a smile. He was getting close to cracking her, he could feel it.

Amelia started to convince herself that if Crowley spent most of his time with her then he couldn't be somewhere else, doing something worse. As frightened as she had been at first, as annoyed as she had become at his constant performance at least she wasn't being possessed and tortured. She knew that her growing ease around him was dangerous and for all his jokes and teasing he was operating with a plan in mind, one she didn't know but ultimately it would benefit only him. With this in mind and her release imminent Amelia found herself in a situation she could never foretell.

"So, you'll be leaving tomorrow then?"

Amelia nodded, packing her things. "Looks like your assistance will not be needed."

"Shame. You were too tough a nut to crack." He stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly not disappointed at all. Amelia gave him a swift look and shrugged.

"Is that what this was? A test?"

"You could say that. That and I was bored. And," he moved next to her as she stuffed some socks into her bag, "Our lord and saviour asked me to look out for you."

Amelia straightened and stared at him in disbelief. It was something she had heard before. "Sure he did. And you're his number one disciple?"

"Only under duress. He threatened to kill me if I didn't work with him. So, here I am. He's probably decreeing a new religion as we speak: Castielism, worship my beige magnificence or face the consequences."

"My husband is out there punishing the wicked and healing the sick?" Her smile was tight in disbelief and at the slip up.

"More of the punishing then the healing but yeah. I know it's hard to believe, you being stuck in here, but you'll see when you get out. And husband?" He raised a brow and Amelia waved her hand dismissively.

"You know what I mean. Castiel is nothing to me but that's still my husband he's using. Once I get out of here I'm going to find him."

"You are? And how to do you plan to do that?"

"With your help."

Crowley laughed. "My help? My dear sweet Ames! What makes you think I'd do that?"

She regarded him with flinty, heavy lidded gaze and his smile fell. "I think you want him gone as much as I do. I want Jimmy back."

He sidled up to her, his head cocked. "Are you actually proposing we make a deal?"

Amelia stared into his face, holding her ground. "No. I don't know if it's even possible. This is just a...feeler. What do you say?"

"I say you're a smarter woman then this. You're about to get out, go back to your daughter. You want to jeopardise that?"

Amelia turned away, shaking her head. "Of course not. I don't know," she sighed and sat down on the end of the bed, bag resting on her lap. "Maybe you have affected me. I just can't stop thinking about it, about Castiel out there while I'm here. My daughter has been without a father for years and now has to live without her mother. She was used, just like Jimmy." She shook her head, looking down at her hands and the wedding ring on her finger. "It's not fair."

"Sounds like heaven to me."

Amelia looked up to see Crowley sat in the seat opposite and smiled weakly. "I guess it would be to you. Come on, I know you're here for a purpose. What is it?"

He grumbled under his breath and winced before rolling his eyes. "Fine. You were collateral if he tried to swindle me. Which he did. I was gonna possess you and confront him. Thought it would be a funny way to die."

Amelia felt a shiver pass over her and she licked her lips. "Then why haven't you?"

He shrugged, "No point. He didn't give a monkeys about what happened to you or me. He went completely cuckoo. He should've been in here, not you."

Amelia frowned. "You're speaking in the past tense."

"Oops. I am, aren't I?" He stared at her with something that tried to be consolidating. Amelia got to her feet, breath suddenly hard to draw. Crowley stood up, shoulders raised. "Sorry love."

"No, no." She shook her head, her room suddenly too small and she had to get out. Almost running through the halls and down the stairs she came to stop when Crowley appeared before her. "What - what happened?"

"I don't really have all the facts. All I know is that Castiel went into a lake and he came out as something else."

"But he's alive? Jimmy's alive?"

"I don't know but trust me it would be better of he was dead."

"Oh, don't say that! Jimmy still yammering away in here somewhere."

They spun around to see a man standing in the doorway. Amelia's eyes grew wide when he came closer and she felt her legs grow weak.

"Oh my god."

"Hi honey, you're in a...mental institution?" Castiel looked around the room with eyes that seemed to shine with a feverish, mad joy. He was dressed in an expensive black suit but it was unmistakably her husband. He turned his gaze to Crowley who stood very still.

"You're the boss?"

He shrugged, his movements jerky and odd. "I guess you can call me that. But I wanna talk about you! So this is where you've been hiding?" He walked around, looking at the paintings on the wall, trailing his fingers over the arm chairs. Suddenly he turned and pointed an accusing finger at the demon, his face now twisted in rage. "Have you been screwing my wife?"

Amelia, stunned, turned to Crowley who suddenly grabbed her arm and kissed her hand. "It's been a pleasure." His lips still touching her skin he disappeared, leaving her alone with the mad gibbering thing wearing her husband's face. He stared in mock surprise and then shrugged.

"Well that was rude." He turned his attention to her with a smile, one that made her stomach tight and the hair raise all over her body. "But you're not going anywhere, are you?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm Leviathan. Before God created you and even angels he created us. But then, like a kid with a baby he got tired with us and locked us away in a dark, dark place. Not very nice, was it? WAS IT?" He shouted and Amelia jumped, shaking her head quickly.

"No." She watched his every move, her whole body taut with fear. He nodded and continued to walk around the room, pausing to flick on a radio and to pluck a rose from a vase. He looked at Amelia, his head cocked to the side with an awe-shucks expression. Quick as lightening he was suddenly before her and Amelia cringed away but couldn't run.

He held out the rose. "For my sort of wife. Go one, I won't bite." With shaking fingers she took the rose, only half aware of the thorns that pricked her skin. He then leaned in close, eyes roving over her face and down her body. "It's been awhile, hasn't it? I know that angel didn't preform his duties where you were concerned, not that I'm shocked. He'd probably try to exorcise it if he got an erection. I promise I'll be different. I'll be better. After we can dance and eat."

He pushed against her and Amelia felt her back hit the wall. He lowered his face towards her neck, pressing his lips there and Amelia manged to push her hands against his chest but he wouldn't move. He looked up to stare into her eyes and with a quick smile kissed her mouth. It was rough and needy and she gasped, trying to turn her face away but he cupped her head, holding her still. He forced her lips apart with his tongue and kissed her deeper. She heard him growl, his hand moving down to cup her breast and her body seared with an odd heat. He moved to kiss her throat, pushing harder against her and she could feel his arousal hard against her belly.

"Please. Don't do this," her voice was low, guttural and he looked up at her, gaze oddly glassy.

"Why? I'm your husband, you haven't had sex in god damned years and neither has he. Either of them. Any of us." He laughed, shaking his head. "Lets just say it's been awhile for all concerned. You don't like this?" He slid his hand between her legs, touching her most sensitive place and her hips jerked away from the wall. She trapped a moan in her throat before she shouted.

"Get off me!"

He laughed and shoved a knee between her legs, opening them wider. As he hitched up her dressing gown she growled and threw her head back, preparing to knee him. But as she tightened the muscles in her leg he suddenly staggered against her, hands tightening around her waist as he bent over.

"Go."

Amelia stood rooted to the ground, panting, her body thundering with blood. "What?"

He stared up at her, in great pain, and greeted his teeth. "Go Amelia. Run!"

"Castiel?" She stared at him in amazement before he suddenly flung her away from him.

"RUN!"

She only had a faint memory of turning on her heel and running through the garden, running harder then she had ever run before. Adrenaline pumping through her she reached the fence and climbed, her thin slippers offering little padding. Teeth clenched in effort she reached the top, trimmed with barbed wire, and almost let go in shock. On the other side of the fence stood the Winchesters and Crowley. Amelia felt relief overwhelm her as she shouted down at them.

"Help me!"

One second Crowley was below and the next he was clinging to the fence opposite her. He touched her arm and grinned. "Off we go then!"

For a moment Amelia felt like she was being held under water but this water got into her head like smoke, choking her. This sensation lasted a few seconds before she found herself standing beside the Winchesters who promptly grabbed her arms and dragged her towards their car. Amelia looked back and see a dark figure standing in the garden. The man that had been her husband stood and watched her speed away and in the rear view mirror she could see him waving in farewell, a grin stretching his mouth.

She stared at herself in the mirror feeling surprised but pleased. Her blond-reddish hair was now a dark brown and she had to confess to herself it suited her. She was also excited and eager to see her daughter and parents again, even under these circumstances. She was now an escaped patient and the Winchesters had provided her the needed documentation for a life under the radar. It was an area in which they had a lot of experience.

"Will I have to live out of my car from now on?"

"No. Just lie low for awhile. We're not asking you to hunt demons."

"Oy!" Crowley sat on the small bed watching tv, his legs crossed at the ankles. They were in his portable home, the walls scrawled in Enochian signs. There was little by way of food but the bar was fully stocked. Overflowing in fact.

Dean frowned at him. "That still means you. Don't think this changes anything."

"Oh no, I didn't lead you to the Leviathan boss, that was someone else," he took a sip of whiskey, staring at them with narrow eyes.

"Yeah the motive for which I'm still waiting to understand." Sam sat on a chair, too tall to stand in that place.

Crowley shrugged. "Couldn't see my girl bought to harm."

"I'm not your girl."

"Aww, don't deny you've got a soft spot for me. You know this place could use a woman's touch." He winked.

Amelia folded her arms over her chest and gave the demon a withering stare. "This place needs a flamethrower and a priest."

Dean smiled and turned to stare out of the window. They had drove miles from the clinic, hours had passed and they were not pursued. He stared back at Amelia.

"I can't promise that you'll be safe or that he won't come for you again but me and Sam will help as much we can."

"I think we owe you that much." Sam offered apologetically and Amelia inclined her head, saying nothing. They had been suitably mortified to hear what had happened to her and while they were part of the problem there weren't really to blame. She smiled, shaking her head.

"It's funny. I've spent so long hating Castiel, even contemplating a way to kill him but when he told me to run I've never felt so relieved. If he's survived then maybe Jimmy has to. I can't give up hope."

Crowley lifted his glass to her. "That's the spirit. So, where do we go from here?"

"We'll get Amelia and Claire to Bobby's where you can lie low. He's also in the process of looking for somewhere to live so you can make a project of it. Me and Sam will continue to track down the big boss and you," he stared at Crowley, "can piss in the wind for all I care."

"Charming. You are guests in my small abode. Some manners would be nice."

"Whatever. Lets hit the road." Dean lead the way out and Crowley stood at the open door. He called after Amelia who turned.

"Don't forget my offer. We could rule the underworld, you and me. The Persephone to my Hades." He waved and closed the door, leaving Amelia shaking her head with a small smile. Sam and Dean stared at each other over the roof of the Impala and shrugged.

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The end! I know it finishes abruptly but I didn't really want to continue. Anywho I hope anyone reading enjoyed it :)