"Crowley, leave me alone!" Catt says as she fumbles with her car keys. Crowley slides himself into the passenger seat of the car. "You know to Hell and back that I don't like you. You know that nobody likes you!" Catt starts the engine getting more than frustrated with the King Of Hell.
Crowley looks at her with an offended face, fake of course, but Catt didn't need to know that. "Well, that's rude," he pointed out, "and I'll have you know that quite a few people like me!"
Rolling her eyes, Catt looks at him and questioned, "Why are you even in my car right now?" Crowley shrugs and puts on his seatbelt. "Right," Catt mumbled, "because demons totally need to be worried about highway safety rules."
He shrugs again and replied, "Sometimes, and besides, you're much more entertaining than the Winchesters." He leans back with a grin, looking at Catt smugly.
Catt looked over at him. In that moment, a glimpse of something caught her eye. He was smiling, a real toothy grin. It made her smile. Catt turned to him and put her hand in the middle of the seats between them. Something in her felt the need to reach out to him. "Hey, Crowley?"
His smile turned into a smirk, realizing how he was getting her attention. "Yes Kitty Catt?" he replied, taunting her with the hated nickname.
She giggled at the name. Right then something inside of her didn't, for once, hate that silly nickname that he had dubbed her. She moved closer to him slowly. Finally, she rested her head on his shoulder. "If you ever need to talk," she reassured him, "I'm here for you."
Not that he was complaining, but Crowley knew something had definitely changed. He rose an eyebrow at the brunette on him. "Catt, are you alright? Not drunk or anything?" he asked, growing more and more confused and concerned. This wasn't like Catt at all, he especially knew that.
The girl sat up and smiled. "Yeah, I'm alright," she replied. The uncomfortableness on Crowley's face was through the roof. He just wasn't sure what to feel. Sure, he'd been trying to do this all along, but now he doesn't know what to do. "Are you alright?" Catt asked throwing back the same concern to the demon king.
Crowley comes back to his senses and nods, lying again. "I'm fine, but I've got to ask, where did all this come from? Finally lose the angry cat shell?" he asks, trying to mask his confusion with a pun.
"'Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.' Oscar Wilde said that. What I feel between us is passion. Passion is a powerful thing. It can drive you to do really great or extremely stupid things. I'm not sure which this is yet, but I'm willing to give it a chance and find out," Catt replied with a serious face. She leaned in and gave Crowley a peck on the cheek and put on her seatbelt.
Crowley just sat in silence as Catt began driving. He was completely unsure of what to do in the situation. 'How did she change so quickly?' he asked himself, 'Was it because she's around Kira that she acts like that?' Crowley inwardly sighs in frustration. Women's emotions were not quite his forte. Well, he was good at dealing with other women's, but when it came to Catt, Crowley was baffled beyond belief.
"What kind of music do you like, Crowley?" Catt asked motioning at the radio. "I mean I personally don't care. It's whatever you like," Catt told Crowley. She smiled at him shyly. Her cheeks were bright red and her head pounding like a Daft Punk concert.
Crowley shrugged, not particularly caring about the music. "Anything you want, it doesn't bother me, besides, I doubt you have music from my century to begin with," Crowley remarked, not really wanting to face the brown haired girl.
Catt shrugs. "Crowley, do you want to go to my house?" Catt shyly asked. Crowley finally looked at her in shock. 'What the hell does she mean by that?' he internally asks. "For dinner I mean," Catt finally added after a few akward silent moments.
Crowley looks at her shocked before hesitating and answering, "Well, I- I don't see why not." He put on a smile for her.
That smile melted her heart. Catt turned back to the wheel. Her phone rang taking them both by surprise. "Hello?" Catt choked out. She heard the whimper over the phone. Instant recognition hit. "Kira! Kira!" Catt shouted. The line instantly went dead.
Crowley looked at the suddenly shocked brunette confused. "Care to explain what's happening?" he asked her. The fear in her eyes was obvious and from the way Catt had responded, it was obvious who was on the phone; he just didn't know why.
Tears pushed against her eyes before dropping like little bombs. "G-get me to Kira, Crowley. Now!" Catt screamed as she veered off to the right side of the road throwing the older model car into park. She looked at Crowley desperately.
Crowley grabbed onto Catt's arms, not forcefully, just trying to make her stop losing it and to get her attention. "Catt, I need you to calm down before I do anything," he told her sternly. "What's happened to Kira? I thought she was with her idiotic archangel?" he questioned the brunette.
The girl shook her head. "Crowley, right now I don't know what's going on. All I know is that I really need you to get me to my bestfriend," Catt pleaded with the King of Hell. "Please," another whimper escaped. The look in Catt's eyes drew Crowley in.
"Fine, but if there's any trouble I know you can't handle, we're leaving immediately," Crowley told, still holding onto Catt's arms. He zapped himself and Catt to Gabriel's apartment where Kira was.
They stood outside the front door. The feeling in the air became ominous. The silence was deafening. "Let's go in," Crowley whispered to Catt. She nodded her head and more tears shattered on the ground. Crowley snaps his fingers and the door flings open. "Who the hell are you?" he asks the demons standing before him that have Kira handcuffed on the couch.
The tallest, blonde haired demon stepped forward, a large, terrifying smirk on his face. "Well look here boys, the bitch got us the would-be king," he spat proudly. "Wait till the queen hears about this." He and the four demons behind him step towards Crowley as Kira lashes out, trying to hit them, only to be held back by the cuffs. "Struggle all you was bitch, won't do you any good," the demon practically sang to the teal eyes girl on the couch.
Catt steps forward her heels clicking on the ground. "Who are you calling a bitch?" Catt asked pulling our Ruby's knife from her back pants pocket. "You want to say that again?" Catt threatened. Her face twisted like a pretzel as she flung the knife at the tall, blonde haired demon as hard as she could. She proceeded to pull it from his chest looking at the shorter, dark haired demon. "You're the bitch." Catt tells the man.
The demon she's watching smirks and uses his powers to throw her back into the wall. "Feisty kitty you got here Crowley, can't wait to torture her when she finally gets her scrawny ass to Hell where she belongs," he taunts, picking up the knife Catt dropped and walked over to the King of Hell.
"Bloody Hell," Crowley murmured to himself. His hand wrapped around the scrawny demons throat crushing it. "Just shut the Hell up!" Crowley shouted at him. He could feel the heat rising to his skin. No one was going to insult his girl and get away with it. Catt was his and no one elses. The demon dropped the knife to the ground. Crowley squeezed tighter and tighter. "Go back to wherever it is you crawled out from," Crowley commented as he picked up the knife.
Catt fell to the ground panting. When Crowley and Catt made to get Kira unhandcuffed, they found the black and teal haired girl in the process of knocking out the last three demons with holy water and an angel sword she'd found hidden in a secret space under the coffee table. She's unhandcuffed herself with bobby pins she'd had in her hair. The last of the three she'd been fighting fell to the ground as she pulled Gabriel's sword out of it. "I freaking hate demons," she said, sighing and rubbing at her wrists where the cuffs had been.
Gabriel walked in muttering, "Cas, and freaking toasters, man," he looks up and sees the bodies laying on the floor with Kira, Catt, and Crowley just staring at him. "Why did I come home again?" Gabriel asked himself.