Chapter Eleven : A Hound and Passion

Crowley lie reclining on his back on a lumpy old orange tartan couch with Grace sprawled out on top of him her head resting against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat was soothing her to the point that she was sure she'd fall fast asleep soon enough. The couch thankfully was a fold out couch, which worked out well for them considering there was no bed in their current hideout.

The were in the desert again, this time in California. They were in an old adobe house, an abandoned one. It was a tiny house practically a shack, one bedroom, one bath, a living room and kitchenette. The windows were broken out but someone probably the landlord had boarded them up at one point, though it had been so long ago that light still found it's way through. The linoleum was cracking and peeling in the kitchen and bathroom, the wood floors creaked suspiciously. But still, it was a decent hideout. At least the electricity and the water worked, even if they could only get freezing cold water.

It didn't really matter how bad the place was. They wouldn't be staying here for too much longer. They probably had only one more night here before they moved on to a new place. They had spent the past few weeks bouncing around from one hideout to another. Never staying anywhere too long.

They hadn't spotted anymore demons since Washington. And they would both prefer to keep it that way.

Grace had found that their hideouts seemed to be getting worst and worst. She didn't want to bother Crowley with this realization, he was quite stressed. Hell they were both stressed.

After all they couldn't hide forever. In a few more weeks it would be a month that they had been on the run. This fact bothered Grace tremendously.

It had been a month and it still seemed that they were no where closer to finding a way to stop the apocalypse than they had been when they'd first put the plan of giving the colt to the Winchesters into action.

Grace rolled her eyes as she heard Dean Winchesters voice over the tracking device. He was mentioning another one of his past one night stands...ugh it was getting old real fast. She heard Sam speak up thankfully putting a stop to his brother's rambling, obviously just as tired of hearing about his brother's conquests as Grace.

She lifted her head looking up at Crowley as she spoke. "How much sex can one guy seriously have ?"

Crowley smirked amused by this question. "You'd be surprised darling. I've gotten around quite a bit. At my age..well lets just say I've done just about everything."

"Okay...thanks for sharing." She stated feeling a little awkward at the mention of doing just about everything. She settled back down against Crowley.

Crowley said nothing only chucking at her reaction. He began to run his hand up and down her back happy to feel that she had completely relaxed against him. He hoped he could lull her into falling asleep.

She was still having a difficult time getting a full nights rest and it was beginning to really effect her. The nightmares still terrified her, the thought of having to go to sleep at night and face her horrible dreams gave her feelings of anxiety. She had dark circles under her eyes and her brain felt sluggish especially late in the day.

He was surprised when she spoke up again bringing up his comment about getting around. "So back when you were alive you were in all intents and purposes a manwhore ?"

"Yes. I guess you could say that. After my son ran off I started really hitting the bottle, hanging around pubs all night. I wound up with quite a few women. It was all a blur really. Even back then people wound up going to pubs when they were looking to get laid." He stated a little amused by her manwhore statement

She lifted her head back up looking at him as he spoke. "You should be thankful that I slept around so much when I was alive. All those skills I've learned over the years are being put to great use with you."

He paused noticing that a familiar pink tinge was beginning to from across her usually pale cheeks. He spoke up again his voice a little husky. "I don't hear very many complaints from you...especially when my tongue is..."

He didn't have time to finish his statement since she reached up shoving her hand over his mouth her cheeks dark red.

"Oh for Christs sake." She grumbled laying her head back down before she finally removed her hand from his mouth.

She felt his chest vibrate below her as he burst out laughing. "Blasphemy...I like it."

She bit the inside of her cheek trying to stop herself from laughing at his statement, but failed miserably. She managed to speak up through her laughter as she looked up at him. "Blasphemy isn't funny."

He smiled happy to hear her laugh. It had been too long since she had genuinely laughed. It felt good to see her experience an emotion other than sadness.

"Love I'd hate to break it to you, but you and I are not the poster children for religious morality." Crowley pointed out before he did his best to lean down and press a kiss to her lips.

He went back to rubbing her back as she pulled away from his kiss and rested her head back against his chest. It wasn't long before her eyes shut, and her breathing became deep.

He was grateful to see that she had fallen asleep without having to deal with the anxiety and restlessness she seemed to feel every night before they went to bed.

He frowned realizing that they hadn't pulled out the couch yet. He realized how uncomfortable he was beginning to feel, his right leg was falling asleep. He silently debated rather he should force her to wake up so they could set up the pull out couch. The pull out couch would be more comfortable. He didn't really want to wake her though, since she seemed to be sleeping well so far.

Crowley let out a sigh a little frustrated that he would be stuck laying like this on the couch for the rest of the night. He tried to focus on the positive side of being stuck on the sofa, at least one of them was comfortable. He closed his eyes deciding that he would risk a sore neck and back in the morning, if it meant a good nights rest for Grace.

Grace frowned not opening her eyes as she smelled the strangest thing...dog breath. She opened her eyes only to have them met by a pair of crimson glowing eyes. She let out a sharp gasp scrambling up off of Crowley and winding up clear on the other side of the sofa.

Her gasp and sudden frantic movements caused Crowley to wake up. He frowned at the terrified woman sitting crouched up on the sofa across from him. He opened his mouth ready to ask her what she was doing, until he noticed the hound.

"It's alright darling." He stated doing his best to calm Grace down. The poor girl looked as though she was ready to jump over the sofa and make a run for it at any given moment.

Grace gave him a look of total disbelief. What did he mean it was all right, there was a freaking hellhound in their living room.

She hesitantly moved back over beside him, making sure to keep an eye on the hound in case it decided to charge at her.

Crowley rolled his eyes as he noticed that the hound was staring at him expectantly. He turned himself around in the sofa trying to ignore the pain in his lower back. This was the last time he'd ever sleep on a couch. "It's alright Gracie, he's one of mine."

His reassurances did little to comfort her. Grace sat pressed up against him with her knees pulled up close to her chest, her eyes wide.

He spoke up again trying to soothe her. "He's only a pup darling."

She frowned as she stared at the beast, just a pup ? As in a puppy ? The hound was huge, almost as tall as her. She was sure if she stood up then the top of the hound's head would come up right below her chin. It looked like a cross between a wolf and a pitbull, black fur, upright pointed ears, a long bushy tail.

She silently tried to calm herself down, telling herself that the hound didn't seem to be aggravated. In fact it was perfectly calm staring straight at Crowley its head tilted to the side.

Crowley glanced at Grace seeing that she still looked spooked. He held his hand out as he spoke up. "Give me your hand. I'll introduce you to him."

She frowned at him shaking her head no. He let out a sigh as he spoke again. "Come on I won't let anything happen to you. I promise"

Grace let out a huff as she reluctantly placed her hand in his. He placed his hand underneath her's as he held it out to the hound. The hound stared at Grace giving her a quizzical look. Crowley spoke up in a firm voice. "This is Grace. Treat her as you would treat me."

Grace couldn't help but to cringe as Crowley moved her hand forward placing it on the hounds head. She held her breath fully expecting the hellhound to rip her hand off and eat it whole in one swallow. She felt her stomach begin to churn as a thought ran through her head the hound could probably smell fear.

Crap, Grace had never felt completely comfortable around dogs. She was a cat person to be honest, though her family had owned a dog. Penny was Holly's dog though, and the dumb mutt could barely stand Grace. The hellhound could probably tell she was a cat person and it would probably turn on her at any given moment. This couldn't turn out well.

Crowley shook his head as he placed his hand on top of hers attempting to get her to pet the hound. She frowned even more than she had been noticing that the hounds fur felt like a typical dog's fur. It was a little coarse, but still.

She was surprised as the hound began to wag it's tail thumping it against the wood floor below them causing a couple of empty soda cans and the tracking device to vibrate wildly against the coffee table.

Crowley finally moved his hand off of hers grateful to see that she was now petting the hound by herself. He looked over at her happy to see that all the fear that had been in her eyes had faded away.

Grace spoke up not helping but to be curious. "It's just a puppy, so how big will it get ?"

"Taller than me I imagine. He's only thirty-three years old...so he wont begin to fully mature for a few more years at least." Crowley stated amused at the look of confusion she gave him.

"Thirty-three years old ? How old do these things get ?" She asked as she dared to begin rubbing behind the hound's ears.

She smiled a little amused that the hound was practically melting against her hand. It's tail was wagging even more now. It was almost...cute.

Though she knew no matter how cute it may be right now she was pretty sure that she wouldn't want to be on this hounds bad side. Her assumptions about how dangerous this hound could probably managed to be were proven true when the hound yawned revealing two rows of sharp jagged teeth.

Crowley spoke up sighing as he got up from the couch and began to search for one of his bottles of whiskey. "They live at least 300 years or more. That's in human years of course."

Grace watched Crowley pour himself a glass of whiskey once he finally located the bottle. She rolled her eyes not surprised by his early morning drink. He drank like a fish, but strangely he never got even slightly close to getting drunk. She guessed it was just because he'd had years and years to build up an insanely high tolerance for alcohol.

"Does he have a name?" She asked

She raised a thin eyebrow as Crowley answered her question before taking a leisurely sip of his craig. "Growley."

"You named your dog after yourself ?" She exclaimed wondering why she was so shocked. As much as she adored Crowley, he really was the most egotistical individual she had ever met.

She was a little surprised how she had gone from referring to the hellhound as a hound to referring to it as a dog.

Crowley nodded his head smiling slightly. "Well he is my favorite hound. He's been by my side for years now. I expected my hound to show up here eventually. Growley is probably one of the best hounds I've ever owned. He isn't as hard-headed as most hounds."

He took another drink not helping but to smile a little as he realized that Grace was still petting his hound. She looked happier right now than he'd seen her look in days.

Who would've thought that a hellhound could make Grace smile this much.

Crowley and Grace rested on a lumpy mattress in their new hideout. A little vacant cabin in Montana, up in the mountains near the Canadian border. The rocky mountains actually. The cabin was tiny, small cramped rooms with little room for their few belongings and low ceilings. At least they had electricity and warm water though.

The mattress on the twin sized pine bed they were sharing was terrible, and the couple found it very difficult to get comfortable.

Grace found herself once again resting her head on Crowley's chest, his arm was wrapped protectively around her, a hand resting against the small of her back. He let his free hand run through her hair, though it wasn't an easy task considering her curly hair always seemed to be tangled.

She had tried all types of hair treatments throughout the years, but nothing seemed to ease the curls. By her teens she had just given up the fight to control her wild hair.

Her sister had always been the one with the great hair, Holly's hair didn't have nearly as much curl as her older sister. Grace had always been a little jealous of Holly's long wavy hair.

Holly and Grace were quite different actually. Holly had flourished after the tumors had miraculously disappeared from her body. She had joined the track team at school and was so smart, an honor student, bound for Yale as soon as she graduated from high school. She had even been crowned homecoming queen.

Grace however had failed at just about everything she had ever attempted. She had tried to join the swim team but she was too slow and she was a sloppy swimmer. She tried to take french in high school but she could never get her dialect quite down. She had tried to take an art class but everything she tried to draw just turned out sloppy.

Grace hadn't been popular in school, she had been an introvert with very few friends. Her friends hadn't been that great. They had been catty girls who had constantly criticized Grace's wide hips, tell her that her clothing was cheap because she liked thrift shops, and made fun of the mess of hair on her head. Grace had dated a little, though once Holly had become ill Grace's social life had come to a halt.

As soon as Grace had moved to Atlanta she had tried to start over, even though she knew that her two-year contract with Crowley was coming to an end. She had gotten a job at a coffee-house once she had convinced her manager that she could make a cappuccino and run a cash register at the same time. Which she couldn't, but she had managed to somehow keep the job.

In Atlanta she had dated a little here and there, but hadn't found anyone that could hold her interest. She had been a little unwilling to give anyone a chance to be honest, after all her two-year contract had been close to ending, and she didn't want to develop any attachments. It would only cause her pain when she had to go with Crowley.

Of course her life with Crowley had turned out different from she had expected. At the moment it was pretty peaceful and happy. Which was an odd thing considering the whole apocalypse issue, and the fact that they were on the run from every demon on hell and earth.

Crowley was surprised when Grace spoke up. He had assumed that she had fallen asleep a long time ago. "I've been thinking."

She paused for a moment as she rested her chin on his chest and started up at him. She couldn't help but to begin feeling a little shy as she brought this up. "I want to...I want you."

He moved his hand away from her hair as he looked down at her. That had been the last thing he had expected her to say. He wanted her badly but he had wanted to give her time, try to take things slow for her. "Are you sure Gracie ?"

She reached up pressing a hand to his cheek as she nodded her head. "I just don't want to...have the world end without knowing what it feels like to be with you."

Crowley nodded his head pressing a kiss to Grace's soft lips, he allowed the hand that had been running through her hair to trail down her body letting both hands rest against her back. He pulled her against him and held her close almost afraid that he would somehow lose control of himself and become too rough with her.

He did his best to ignore this fear as he focused on her lips against his.

She deepened the kiss moving one of her hands up to caress his cheek. She rested her other hand against his bare chest. She couldn't help but to be a little unsure of what to do with her hands.

She wasn't completely inexperienced, she just hadn't done this in so long. And she had never done this with anyone who meant as much to her as Crowley did. Her past experiences had always been with her short time high school boyfriend, quick, sloppy, a little uncomfortable and unsatisfying for her.

He took her by surprise as he rolled them over careful not tumble out of the little bed. He couldn't help but to wish they had that king sized bed back at the house that had burnt down. At least they would have more room to work with in that bed.

He pulled away from the kiss as he did his best to untangle them from the sheets and pull their black comforter up around their bodies, hoping that he could keep them warm in the cold room.

He reached down and caressed her cheek smiling as she leaned into his touch. He couldn't help but to feel a little overwhelmed by the look in her eyes, such a look of trust and adoration. He tried to return the look hoping that he was able to get express just how much she meant to him.

He pressed his lips back against hers, keeping the kisses passionate and allowing their tongues to battle for dominance.

She pulled away from the kiss as she reached down working up the bravery to pull her white nightgown over her head. She felt her cheeks flush as he stared down at her bare full breasts. She let out a pleased sound as he leaned down taking a breast in his mouth running his tongue over the hardened nipple before beginning to suck and playfully nibble at the delicate skin. He moved a hand up caressing her other breast massaging it gently.

She worked up a little more bravery as she began to rock her hips against his slowly not helping but to enjoy the friction. He pulled away from her breast letting out a low growl as he rocked back against her. The knowledge that her cotton blue panties and his silk black boxers were the only things stopping them from touching skin to skin was quickly growing maddening.

He locked his lips with hers as he ran his hands down her body resting them against her hips. He encouraged her to rock against him a little harder as she took him by surprise wrapping one of her legs around him pressing him even closer to her.

She whimpered at the sudden lack of contact as he pulled away from her, taking his time to admire at her partially nude form. She stared up at him feeling her cheeks flush. She felt more than a little overwhelmed and self-conscious under the intensity of his gaze.

He finally leaned back down pressing his lips against her torso as he began to move downwards. He ran his fingertips down her sides smirking as she began to giggle softly. He quickly made note of the fact that she was apparently ticklish, hoping to use that to his advantage at a later time. He pressed a kiss to her hipbone as he hooked his fingers underneath her panties slipping them off and down her legs.

He pressed a kiss to each of her thighs working his way upwards slowly. She let out a soft slightly squeaky moan as she felt his tongue against her center. He lapped at her leisurely wanting to drag this out as long as possible. He finally pulled away replacing his tongue with his fingers. Her hips rocked against his fingers enthusiastically her head back thrown back against the pillows, low pleased noises slipping out her mouth.

She whimpered when he pulled his hand away before she had a chance to hit her climax. He moved back up her body and pressing a deep kiss to her lips. She worked up the nerve to slide her hand down his body her hand slipping underneath the waistband of his boxers, she wrapped her hand around him gently stroking him slowly. He groaned against her mouth his hips rocking against her hand on their own accord.

She pulled her hand away as he pulled back and reached down removing his boxers. He did his best to work them down his legs without pulling away from her kisses.

He reluctantly pulled his lips away as he felt her tilt her hips up allowing him to press against her entrance. She pressed a soft kiss to his lips as he entered her slowly wanting to give her plenty of time to adjust. He stayed still for only a moment resisting the urge to move just yet.

She let out a low whine as she began to rock her hips encouraging him to move.

He thrusted into her gently. Their heavy breaths filling the otherwise silent room as they rocked against each other at a slow pace. Grace rested a hand on Crowley's back allowing her other hand to rest against the back of his head her fingers threading through his short hair. He pressed his forehead against hers locking eyes with her as they moved so slowly. She bit her bottom lip closing her eyes as she began to feel overwhelmed by how good this felt.

She dug her nails into his back tilting her hips up allowing him to enter even deeper. He groaned not helping but to focus on how amazing she felt, so tight. The soft little noises that were slipping out her mouth were almost too much for him to handle. He pressed his lips to hers loving how tightly she was holding on to him, she was clinging to him like her life depended on it.

She parted her lips feeling her body begin to tremble she managed to work out a soft moan as she spoke her voice a little strained. "So good."

He let out a low growl as he she ran her nails down his back leaving scratch marks behind. Her hips began to move against his erratically as she tightened around him. She pulled away from his lips only slightly as she let out a shuddering moan.

He buried his head against her neck continuing to rock against her as she climaxed. His thrusts began to become erratic as he felt his own climax nearing. He managed to thrust into her one last time as he came hard, moaning against her neck as their bodies shook. They clung to one another as they both came down from their high.

He collapsed holding her close to him their bodies tired and damp with sweat. She ran her hand up and down his back as he pressed gentle kisses along her neck moving his way up to her lips. Their kisses slow and passionate.

He reluctantly moved off of her pulling out gently, before he settled down beside her. She turned to face him pressing her exhausted body against his letting him hold her.

Grace buried her head against his chest closing her eyes ready to let sleep overtake her. She let out a sleepy sigh as she spoke up not even taking the time to think about what she was about to say "I love you baby."

She opened her eyes as she felt her stomach drop realizing just what had just slipped out her mouth. She felt her heart drop as she heard nothing in response. She looked up at him hoping that maybe he'd fallen asleep and hadn't heard what she'd just said.

She stared up at his shocked face fearing that his silence meant the worse. Of course he didn't love her. She was an idiot for telling him such a thing.

Crowley looked down at Grace frowning as he noticed the panic in her eyes. He had been shocked by her deceleration of love. He was even more shocked by how it had made him feel , happy. If he was honest with himself he would admit that he hadn't felt this happy in such a long time.

He hadn't felt this way about anyone in such a long time. Yes he'd taken on very few lovers over the years, Lilith being one, but he'd never put any emotion into it. It had always been just sex, nothing more.

Feeling such love for someone was such a foreign emotion for him. He was afraid that he'd screw it all up somehow. Somehow he'd make her hate him, make himself unworthy of her love.

He spoke up not helping but to press a kiss to her lips. "I love you too darling. I love you so much."

He smiled pulling her against him even more, holding her protectively. He heard her let out a quiet tired laugh as he spoke his eyes growing heavy. "You know Gracie you're the only person in existence who I'd ever let get away with calling me baby."

Grace felt her eyes growing heavy as she drifted off to sleep feeling completely content for the first time in a long time.

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