A/N: Hello again darlings! I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. December has been extremely hectic with my dad's birthday, christmas, my sister's birthday, new years eve, my cousin's birthday and my surgery. Like I said hectic. But due to my surgery, I couldn't go to school, which gave me time to write again! SO, merry christmas, happy hanukkah and a happy new year all in one and I hope you like this chapter ;)

Enjoy!

Previously on They're staying, I'm staying:

After fifteen minutes or so, there was a knock at the door. She put down her mug, filled with delicious hot chocolate, and went for the door.

She could hear Sam and Dean from the other room tell her not to open it, but she ignored it. They're like two overprotective brothers for christ sake. How hard can it be to open a door to Oliver Queen?

She grabbed the key from the counter and unlocked the door. But when she swung it open, it wasn't Oliver who was standing there.

"Hello, darling. Long time no see."

"Crowley."

"Relax, love. No need for the knife you're holding there. I come bearing gifts!" He stepped forward, expecting Felicity to step back, but she didn't.

"You can't come in. I proofed my apartment" Behind her Sam and Dean had already reached her. Dean was holding his newly gifted gun, and Sam was holding what looked like either a big ass knife, or a machete. Probably some kind of demon-killing thingy I don't want to know about…

"Step away from her Crowley!" Dean growled. To emphasize his point, he pulled the safety of his gun, which made a small clicking sound. Felicity was still holding her knife up, pointing it at the man's face. He didn't even flinch.

"Now, now. What a hostility. Is that how you treat your friends? Your daddy would not be proud of you right now." He had a smug, evil smile on his face. Normally it would make her shiver in fear, but right now she was more focussed on what he'd said.

"Do NOT talk about my father!" she yelled out, stepping forward. The knife was now pointing a small hole in his nose and a small drip of blood came from it. Her mind was blinded in white anger and her blood was boiling. "Don't talk about my father" she repeated, softer this time, but not less fierce.

Crowley put his hand up, slowly and carefully lowered the point of the knife and wiped his nose. "Love, listen-"

"NO!" She was screaming again. "NO I will NOT listen to you! You are NOTHING! You dare come here after what you did? And you still call yourself a friend? You gave us your WORD! And you stabbed us in the back! LITERALLY! And that's low. Even for you!"

She was breathing heavily now, shoulders going up and down as she did and she couldn't find a rhythm. Crowley wasn't smiling anymore. His face was blank. Perhaps he felt guilty? No. She couldn't believe that. She wouldn't. King of hell, remember that. Anger was taken over by defeat and her shoulders slumped as tears streamed down her face. "Leave," she choked out. When he didn't move she said it again. "I said leave!" Another sob escaped her throat. "Please." It was just a whisper, but she didn't trust her voice right now.

"I'm the kind of hell darling! What did you expect?" The smug smile was back and it took everything she had not to launch herself at him.

Dean was there in time to push her back slightly so that she was half behind him. He pointed his gun to Crowley's forehead. "You mess with us, fine. Completely okay with that. Lay it on me. But her? That's going too far, and if' you're not gone within the next ten seconds I will blow your brains out. Sure it won't kill you but it will sure as hell hurt. Trust me on that." His voice was low and dangerous as he said it, and it send shivers down her spine.

"Well, I guess that's my cue," Crowley said. It took one blink before he disappeared into thin air.

Dean slammed the door shut and turned around to see Sam standing there with sad eyes. Felicity kept staring at the ground. She couldn't look at either of them. The pity, the sadness and all the hurt. For her. She just couldn't.

"Well, I guess so much for the christmas spirit," Sam said, trying to lighten the mood a bit. He always did that. Trying to make her feel better. Actually they both did that. Dean just… he just sometimes didn't know how to. But at least he tried. And so Dean awkwardly walked towards her, not wanting to make her angry or sad or… anything, and patted her shoulder. "We'll see you in the morning, Lis." He left the room after that.

Felicity kept looking at her feet. The tears had stopped but she still didn't feel like looking at Sam. It was only when he crouched down before her that she knew he had stepped forward. He grabbed her hands. "Don't stay up too late okay? We'll talk about this in the morning, but only if you want to." She slowly nodded and he made a move to leave. "Just scream if you need anything."

She slumped back to the couch and just stared at the still playing screen. It could have played all her favorite things in the world, and she still wouldn't have seen it. Light reflected on her blank face where the tearstains were still visible.

She was awoken from her semi-sleep state with a knock from the door. For a second she thought it was Crowley again, who had come back. But then she remembered Oliver. Of course, Oliver! She quickly wiped away her tears and prayed to all the gods, (except Loki, the stupid dickface) that she looked normal. One quick brush of her fingers through her hair, and she opened the door.

It was Oliver, thank god. She smiled the best smile she could muster and let him in.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Thea kept asking me where I was going with an overnight bag and I just couldn't leave." He looked at her apologetically.

She waved the matter away with her hands. "It's okay. It's no big deal, really. Sam and Dean already went to bed. They had to come a long way to get here in time so they slept very little. Actually, they always sleep very little. And I know you sleep very little. Although that… is for entirely different reasons, I know… But maybe it's a guy thing? I don't know. I'm rambling, I'm sorry." She tried to cover up her messed up state of mind by talking. Honestly, it was working rather well.

She looked up to see a laughing Oliver, which was a rare sight, but not unwelcome. Not unwelcome at all, no sir. Somehow his laugh took away the five years somehow. The five years, where he had aged ten. He looked normal, well, as normal as a handsome billionaire could look.

She found herself smiling at his laughter. There fell a comfortable silence, and for a while neither of them said anything. When Felicity yawned, Oliver spoke up. "So I guess we should head to bed… I'll take the couch."

"No!" Felicity said a little too hasty for her own good. Oliver looked at her questionably as he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"I mean.. uhm… the couch…. it's too small. I really need to buy a new one, since this one's really old. I've been wanting to get a new one for quite some time, but somehow I didn't, I don't really know why..."

She fell silent once again.

"Felicity?" Oliver asked. "So where will I sleep?"

"Uhm, I guess..." She was fumbling with her shirt now. It looked adorable, although she didn't know it. "Well, we're both adults right?"

"Right…," he replied, uncertainty audible in his voice.

"So I thought you could sleep in my bed." It was out so fast, she didn't know if he'd heard it. But seeing the completely surprised look on his face. At first she'd thought it was a really bad idea. But then again, where was he gonna sleep, if not with her?

"You-you mean with you in it?" he asked, still completely dumbfounded.

"Well it was either you, or Sam or Dean. And judging by your behaviour this past evening my guess was you wasn't going to agree with either of those." She was thinking clearly now. She knew she was right. He had been a complete ass, especially to Dean.

He was nodding now. "You're right. I wouldn't have." His brows were knitted together so tight, it had to hurt. He probably had a mental image now and it made her chuckle. He was like a little kid. Mine, mine, mine.

"Okay now, I don't know about you, but it's been an incredibly long day." She walked through her bedroom doors, but stopped when she saw he wasn't coming with her. She walked back to the livingroom. "You coming, Oliver?"

Like she had woken him up from a strange dream, he suddenly looked up. It took him a minute to think about what was happening, but then picked up his bag and followed her, shutting the door behind him. She was already sitting on the bed taking off her socks.

"You can change in there." She pointed to a door that led to her bathroom. He nodded and went in there to change. When he re-emerged, he was wearing a pair of sweatpants and he had opted for a shirt, which she was grateful for. Or not. He walked around the bed and sat down on the left side of her.

"Now that I think of it, I've never been in your apartment before today. Let alone your bedroom. I really like it. It's your apartment, and you can tell by everything that's in it." He smiled at her and took another good look around her room. She watched him alertly spy her room, looking for entries and unconsciously checking for any escape if needed. He probably didn't even know he was doing it.

He scanned the bed last and his eyes rested on the photograph above her head. He tilted his head slightly, which kinda made him look like a confused puppy.

"Who are all the people in this photo?"

"Ah, that's my friends and family. It was taken about ten years ago. I think I was fifteen at the time. See, there's Sam and Dean. Sam was still in law school back then, but he dropped out."

He nodded and kept studying the picture.

"And that's my dad," she continued. She couldn't help but swallow a few times before she found her voice again. Oliver noticed and his eyes turned sad.

"He's dead isn't he?"

She simply nodded. "Yeah. His name was Will. And that's my mom, Ellen. She's still alive. She lives a few towns away, together with my sister Jo. They own a bar." She saw Oliver looking at Jo. "She's pretty isn't she?"

He looked back at her. "She is. She looks like you. But I think I saw her name before. But the last name was Harvelle..."

"Oh, I guess you must've seen me write the cards to mom and Jo. Jo's married you see. To Ash, look that's him. He may look like a total redneck, but he taught me all I know about hacking! He's funny and really nice once you get to know him!" She found herself enjoying telling Oliver about her family. And the best part was, that she wasn't even lying. Sure she wasn't telling him the whole truth, but she wasn't lying. Honestly, she never talked about her family. Yes, she loved them, but they were a lot of drama half of the time. And she hadn't even gotten to the part where they were actually supernatural-creature-hunters. Yeah, he's not ready for that one yet...

She was shaken from her thoughts by Oliver who suddenly pointed to the picture. "That guy. I saw him today. Small man, in a suit, black hair. Yeah it's him alright. He came out of your apartment building when I came up. Who's he?"

Her features suddenly went dark, which didn't go unnoticed by Oliver. "That's Crowly. He was my father's friend." She didn't say anything more than that. When after a while she still hadn't said anything Oliver decided it was time to ask.

"Was?"

She looked up at him, anger flaring in her eyes. "We're no longer in touch. Not after what he did. I told him to leave." She was expecting for him to ask more, and so it surprised her when he didn't. He simply nodded and said 'okay'.

They talked for a while longer about Jo and Felicity's mom Ellen, before Oliver went back to the picture.

"So I know that's Dean's friend Castiel, but who's the old man with the hat? You told me Ash looked like a redneck, but this guy's ten times worse," he chuckled.

She laughed at what he said. "That's Bobby. Bobby Singer. He's a good man. The best, one might say. He was a good friend of my dad's and of Sam and Dean's dad. After John, that's their dad, went away, Bobby took in the two boys and raised them as his own. Like he had pretty much done all his life actually. John was always on the road, and he was never really there for them. I never really liked John to be honest. But don't tell Sam and Dean that! They practically worshipped the guy! Still do."

Oliver chuckled again. "My lips are sealed."

When Felicity yawned again she settled back against the cushions and draped her blanket over them, which forced Oliver to lie down with her.

"I think I like your family," he whispered.

"Well, you haven't met them yet."

Oliver's head shot to her side with a smug expression on his face. "Yet?"

She rolled her eyes and if you asked her later she would have sworn you could have heard it from Sam and Dean's room. "They're a weird bunch, that's true. But they're great and I love them. I have a feeling they'd like you too. Especially Bobby. You two have a lot in common."

"Do we now? And what do we have in common, if I may ask miss Smoak?" He popped his head up so it was resting on his hand and looked at her. His eyes were, still, incredibly blue and she found herself drawn to him.

"Well, uhm, you-you guys both speak a lot of languages. You could have secret conversations, without anyone knowing. Bobby's really good at them. Not at secret conversations, I mean the languages. Not that you're not great. You're great. At languages. You're great..." Her voice slowly trailed off and she just knew her head was bright red then.

Luckily Oliver didn't see, and he just laughed. "You're pretty great as well. Especially at rambling."

She closed her eyes shut. Great. My ramblings.

"Not that I mind them. Not at all. I find them quite….adorable."

Her eyes flew open at that and she found Oliver, still head propped up, grinning at her.

"You do? I mean, you don't mind them?"

He shook his head. "Nope. Like I said, it's cute."

She felt her face, and whole body, heat up. Cute, adorable. There is only so much a girl can handle Queen! Despite her sudden heat-up, she still couldn't hide another yawn. Oliver saw and lay back down.

"Okay, time for sleep. You sure look like you need it..."

"Hey!" Felicity playfully nudged him in the side. They were silent for a while, they did that a lot these days, and just when she thought he had fallen asleep, he said something.

"I'm glad I stayed. I didn't like them staying here. Still don't."

"Yeah, well, nothing was going to stop you from keeping them from me. Even if I had refused to let you stay here, you probably would've stayed outside my window all night in your hood gear, to keep Sam and Dean from jumping me. Which is never going to happen by the way, for obvious reasons. And don't try to argue with me on this one Queen because you know I'm right."

She felt a laugh rumble in his chest, since he was lying close to her. "Yeah, that's true."

"Goodnight Oliver."

"'Night Lissie."

"Don't ever call me that again."

"I'm sorry, dear."

"Oliver?"

"Yes?"

She hesitated. "Are we? Are we going to talk about-about that happened? Yesterday during dinner, I mean..."

He took a deep breath. "Yes, I do suppose we are going to have have that conversation. But not right now. Right now, we sleep." His arm snaked around her and pulled her closer. He was warm and she snuggled closer to him.

Later she would freak out about their situation, but right now she was too tired to care. They both drifted into a peaceful sleep, completely without nightmares.

That's it for chapter 2 again! I hope you liked it, and again, I'm sorry it took so long! Leave a review telling me what you think ;)