A/N: A great many thanks to steffiundaxel for the continued reading and reviews.

For the first time ever I'm going to include a semi-graphic sex scene in a story. If it is not your thing do not read it. It's located at the end of the chapter. When you reach it if you do not wish to read it you will not have to scroll past to read anything else. You can simply skip to the next chapter. (when I finish writing it) Many thanks to my ghost writer friend who helped write the sex scene. I appreciate it greatly. The scene will be marked with *-*-*-*-*-* at the beginning of it for anyone wishing to skip it.

As always, thank you to all my readers.

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"She… uh, my mother," Crowley clarified clearing his throat. "Nothing was ever… quite good enough."

Crowley reached over and began playing with the hem of Sam's shirt. Picking at things, much like biting his lower lip, was something Crowley did whenever he was nervous. Sam nuzzled Crowley trying to help him feel more comfortable.

"I could never do anything right. I would gather the wrong ingredients for the spells, or they weren't fresh enough, or there was too few of them."

Crowley twisted the hem of Sam's shirt around his finger then untwisted it.

"The punishments were always… unpleasant."

Unpleasant my ass, Sam thought. Overly severe was more like it. Uncalled for was another way to put it.

"I… Sam?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Mmm. I like that."

"When I call you baby?"

Crowley hesitated. Finally he shrugged. Sam understood what it was Crowley couldn't say. Crowley had a difficult time asking for anything no matter how small. He prided himself on being able to take care of himself without needing anything from anyone. The shrug was the closest Crowley could get to asking Sam to call him baby more often. Instead of making the determination himself, Sam offered the choice back to Crowley.

"I like calling you baby. I'd like to do it more often if you don't mind." Phrasing it that way put Crowley back in charge of the decision.

"I think I'd like that."

"Good," Sam stated as he lightly placed a small kiss on the tip of Crowley's ear.

"Mmm, nice," Crowley murmured.

"Mmm," Sam agreed.

For a while neither spoke. Sam remained quiet letting Crowley take his time. Finally Crowley broke the silence.

"I spilled one of her brews once."

Sam gave a soft questioning hum but didn't speak.

"Only once," Crowley said drawing his legs up and wrapping his arms around them.

Sam let his eyes close as he held the demon.

"She hexed me so I couldn't eat or drink anything for three days."

Sam shifted his hold and rocked them both back and forth slowly.

"Actually that's not accurate. I could eat and drink but it all felt like molten lead the second it entered my mouth. If I could ignore the pain I could manage a few sip of water here and there."

Sam pressed his lips together to keep from saying anything.

"But I learned to be more careful," Crowley stated quietly.

Sam clenched his jaw shut desperately trying to stay quiet for Crowley's sake.

"She didn't always use magic. Sometimes she would resort to more physically methods. Especially if she was busy with other things."

Sam continued rocking them slowly.

"When she found out I liked men as well she tried to... dissuade me from that. To be fair in those days it wasn't uncommon for people like that to be beaten to death. It could have been worse."

"How," Sam blurted out angrily.

Crowley shrugged. "I could have been killed for who I chose to sleep with in those days."

"Then you would never have had to become a demon."

"Exactly."

Sam frowned at that answer. "What do you mean?"

"If I had never become a demon I would never have met you," Crowley said with a small smile.

Sam shook his head.

"I actually did try to change for a long time."

"You can't help who you love Crowley."

"I didn't love any of them, Sam. I just slept with them because I wanted them."

"You can't help who you're attracted to either."

Crowley snuggled against Sam's side. Sam used one hand to rub Crowley's back as he continued to hold the demon. Bitch, Sam thought angrily at Crowley's mother.

"Is it wrong that I miss her?"

Yes, Sam's mind answered instantly. He had to bite his tongue to keep from actually saying it aloud. "She was your mother," Sam answered carefully. "I think all children want their mother to love them."

"If my own mother couldn't love me then how can you?"

"Just because she couldn't love you doesn't mean you aren't worthy of love. It just means she was too blind to see your worth. That's on her Crowley, not you."

Crowley didn't answer. Sam began rocking them both back and forth again trying to comfort the demon. Crowley never discussed anything personal, no matter how minor. This conversation had to be excruciatingly difficult for him. After a few minutes of rocking some of Crowley's tension seemed to ease.

"Thank you," Crowley whispered.

"For what?"

"For everything." Crowley hesitated before speaking again. "I don't know if I can talk about it anymore right now," he said quietly.

"Then we won't talk about it." Reaching over with his right hand Sam cupped Crowley's chin gently. Slowly he raised Crowley's head until their eyes met. Leaning forward slightly he kissed Crowley softly. As he drew back he stared into brown eyes of Crowley's vessel. In the dreams Crowley had dark blue eyes. Sam suddenly found himself missing the sight of them. He ran his thumb over Crowley's cheekbone a few times. Crowley's eyes slid closed as he tilted his face into the caress.

"Sam?"

"Hm?"

"Can…" Crowley trailed off and tensed up once more.

"Tell me what you need baby," Sam whispered nuzzling against Crowley's neck.

"Can we… cuddle," Crowley asked hesitantly.

"Of course. We have to move though."

Crowley nodded but didn't stir.

"Crowley?"

"I can't let go of you just yet," he whispered.

"Then don't," Sam told him. "I'll move us. You just hang on to me, okay?"

Crowley nodded and burrowed against Sam's chest. Sam wrapped one arm around Crowley and put the other behind himself. Carefully he eased them backward until they were stretched out on the bed. Crowley instantly curled around Sam, burying his head into Sam's side and clinging to his shirt. Damn that woman, Sam thought angrily.

Castiel fought the urge to roll his eyes at the angel in front of him. Dean must be rubbing off on me, he thought. Instead of rolling his eyes he continued to watch the angel sitting in front of him. He ignore the other angel in the room. None of the others mattered. Sariel was the leader of this faction. Whatever he decided the others would follow him.

"You don't have any other angels following you. Why should we join with you?"

"I do have other angels at my disposal, I just do not feel the need to flaunt how many," Castiel informed Sariel. Castiel waited as Sariel considered the proposal. Misleading other angels was a difficult path to tread. Hopefully Crowley would keep his end of the bargain.

"And you're not seeking to rule heaven?"

"No one can 'rule' heaven but God."

Sariel waved off Castiel's words.

"I'm well aware of your unwavering faith that He will return. I just do not share your view."

"Then we disagree. That's not what this discussion is about, though. Will you or will you not join with me?"

"Is it true that you have the Grace of three angels?"

Castiel tapped into his Grace letting it seep out and build around him slowly. His eyes never left Sariel's eyes. For a minute neither moved.

"Enough."

Castiel held his Grace at the ready, neither dispersing it nor drawing on any more.

"If you do not wish to rule heaven then I assume you have an angel in mind to oversee things?"

"I might," Castiel hedged.

"Would you care to share who?"

"No." Honestly he had several angels in mind to oversee heaven as a committee instead of one single angel taking charge over everything.

"I thought not. Fine, Castiel. Our faction will join with yours."

"You're word that you and your faction will follow my orders?"

"My word," Sariel answered.

"Acknowledged. I will be in touch."

Sariel gave a nod and Castiel ported back to the bunker.

He was pleased to discover that he could finally port directly into the bunker. Sam must have fixed the wards. Castiel focused on Dean and ported straight to him. Surprisingly he found him in the library researching things with Sam and Crowley. Hating anything to do with research Dean usually used any excuse to pawn it all off on Sam.

"Welcome back. I see the alterations I made to the wards worked," Sam noted.

"It would seems so," Castiel stated.

Dean rose and walked across the room. With only a brief hesitation he wrapped his arms around Castiel and hugged him. Castiel could forgive the hesitation. Up until recently they hadn't told anyone about their relationship. It was going to take a while to get used to being able to show affection in front of Crowley and Sam. At least for Dean. Castiel didn't care who knew they were together. Dean stepped back but kept his arms loosely around Castiel.

"How did it go," Dean asked.

"Better than expected. Two factions were more than happy to join. Another one joined begrudgingly but I'm not sure how loyal they'll be. One out right refused. Crowley," Castiel called out to the demon.

Crowley looked up from the book he was studying.

"Were you being serious about lending me the services of the angels on your payroll?"

"I said I would didn't I?"

"Good, I think I'm going to need assistance convincing some of the factions to follow me."

"Whenever you need them let me know."

Castiel nodded before making his way back to the table with Dean.

Sam took another deep breath. Staring at the book in his hands he tried, unsuccessfully, to focus. They had been hitting the books hard lately, but he hadn't been able to concentrate. A certain demon had been distracting him. Sam glanced over to the demon in question.

What made the King of Hell care about him Sam didn't know. What he did know was that something had to give somewhere. He had never been with another man before; had never thought about it seriously before. At least not before Crowley. Sam snuck another glance at the demon. Crowley was pouring over a book with his tongue was sticking out slightly, the tip pressed lightly against his top lip. Sam sighed in frustration. No work was getting done. At least not on his end.

Sam took another deep and ragged breath. It had been like fire meeting water. They both wanted this, but they were both scared. Crowley never knew what love was, he just thought it was sex, whereas for Sam, it was his first time falling for a man. And damn he had fallen hard.

Out of the corner of his eye Sam saw movement, which reminded him that they weren't alone. He was grateful that Dean and Cass had accepted the relationship even if they were still wary, Dean more so than Cass. He knew that they were only looking out for him but he really did love Crowley. There was still this... block in their relationship. It was like all of their fears were a brick wall between them.

Crowley shifting his position finally broke Sam's resistance. Closing the book, he dropped it onto the table. It landed with a loud bang, catching everyone's attention. Sam walked over to where the startled King of Hell sat. Reaching down, he grabbed Crowley's hand and, with a small tug, forced the demon stand up.

Crowley eyed his Moose. Sam had never been so rough with a book before, nor with him. At first, Crowley thought that Sam was going to kiss him, but that wasn't his style. Especially not with Squirrel and the angel in the same room as them. Sam was more private than that. So what was going on?

When Crowley went to ask Sam covered his lips with a finger. Without a word, Sam turn around and started to walk away. As Sam still had hold of his hand Crowley had no choice but to follow. Shocked, Crowley looked at Dean for answers only to have Dean shrug his shoulders. Turning back around Crowley followed Sam out of the room.

Dean and Castiel watched as the two men disappear up the stairs.

"What was that about?" Castiel asked tilting his head to see where they had gone.

"I guess, Sam, needed to talk to Crowley privately," Dean replied as he went back to the book in his hand.

Castiel gave Dean a confused look. He didn't understand but since Dean wasn't looking at him, Castiel just returned to his own book. Later, he would ask Dean to explain it.

Sam dragged Crowley into his bedroom and shut the door behind them. Facing the door Sam placed his palms on the door and leaned against it. Crowley stood there, staring at Sam's back, confused. He waited for some sort of explanation desperately trying hard not to jump to any conclusions.

"We need to talk," Sam mumbled.

"Uh, I'm sorry? Talk about what Moose?"

"Us! And... and where this thing between us is going," Sam answered. Finally he turned around to face Crowley.

The way Sam was rubbing his hands together, Crowley knew that Sam was being dead serious. They had been in this relationship for only a short while now and they had tried to talked about it. But talking about sex with Sam was... hard, no pun intended. Not to mention talking about things was more of a human thing and he was still trying to understand what being a human meant. At least, what it meant for him. Crowley also knew that their views on love were vastly different. He had only ever known love as a physical thing. Sam, in Crowley's mind, still believed in the fairy tale kind of love.

"Okay, talk," Crowley said as he made himself comfortable on the bed.

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Letting out a deep sigh Sam stared at Crowley. He winced slightly when his fingernails dug deeply into his palm. Flexing his fingers Sam took a deep breath. Crowley had never made this relationship easy. It was one of the many reasons he loved the demon. Right now, Crowley's argument that love was a physical attraction and not an emotional one was starting to win him over.

In the past, he no trouble jumping into bed with the woman he loved. So why wasn't it the same with Crowley? Was it that he was so in love he was too afraid he wouldn't be good enough? For all intents and purposes he was still a virgin when it came to this type of sex. Well, tonight he was going to go through with this fear or no fear. He couldn't take this hanging over them any longer. Walking over to the King of Hell, all Sam wanted to do was to rip the suit off of him. Instead, he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Crowley, you know I love you, right?"

"Of course," Crowley replied instantly. "And I love you too, Moose," Crowley added hesitantly.

Sam smiled at the sound of his nickname.

"What do you want to talk about?"

This time Crowley's voice was so quiet Sam nearly missed it.

"I want you," Sam told him. He looked deep into Crowley's eyes. "But I'm scared." Shaking his head, Sam turned away and looked at the floor. "I'm a virgin when it comes to this type of sex. I keep thinking maybe I won't be... good enough. I've never done this. You... You've been with..."

"Whoa there, Mooosymoo. Yes, I've been with men before. I've even taken their virginity without their consent before. But with you? I don't know, it's different. I don't understand why but it is." Crowley moved from his position and sat beside Sam. He placed one hand on the taller man's shoulder and the other on his knee. "I love you."

"Do you even want me that way?"

Sam's voice was so quiet and full of fear Crowley frowned.

"You mean as in sex? Yes, of course. I would love to make love to you, but I'm letting you decide when and how we do it."

"Now," Sam insisted staring Crowley square in the eyes.

"If that is what you want, of course," Crowley answered as his eyes widened. He tilted his head slightly and looked down. Moments later, Sam still hadn't spoken. Crowley looked back at Sam and added, "Are you really sure about this?"

"We both need to want it, Crowley. Don't you get it? I love you with all my heart and I'm willing to give you my soul for eternity." The look in Sam's eyes caused a dull ache in Crowley's semi-frozen heart. Crowley took a deep breath before lifting his hand off Sam's shoulder. He cupped Sam's chin in his hand and pulled the younger Winchester into a tender kiss. When they broke apart Crowley added, "I love you Moose and I would love to make love to you."

Sam gave a small smile, but it quickly wavered as Crowley continued.

"On one condition. You take control."

"What? I... I don't know..."

"I mean we do what you want, how you want, when you want to do it. I'll be your servant in this. Your sex toy, if that makes it more clear. And if there is something you want to do but don't know how to do, ask me and I will show you. I will teach you what I know about this just as you are teaching me how to love again."

"You mean that, don't you?" Sam's brow wrinkled into frown.

"Yes, I do. So what do we do now? Go back to the others and let you think about what I've said or-"

Crowley's words were cut off as Sam pulled him into a deep and powerful kiss. Crowley followed suit kissing Sam back. When he had said Sam would be in control he meant it. He just hadn't expected for Sam to take control right now, let alone for it to be this damn good. As Sam's kisses started to wander down his neck Crowley let out a shaky breath. Damn his Moose knew just how to use that tongue of his. Closing his eyes, Crowley leaned back on his arms and let Sam take him to feelings he had never experienced before.

A sound of disappointment left his lips as soon as Sam stopped and sat up. When Crowley opened his eyes, he found a smiling Sam staring at him. The look in Sam's eyes reminded him of a lion that had just found its next victim and Crowley shivered.

"Is everything..." Crowley looked away as he searched for the right word before looking back at Sam when he couldn't find one. "Have I done something wrong?"

"Never," Sam breathed. "You said that I was in control and could do anything I wanted?"

"Anything you want, my love."

"Good. Stand up," Sam commanded.

Crowley nodded and did as he was told.

"Undress for me. Now."

Smirking, Crowley slowly removed his suit. He made sure that Sam's eyes followed his hands as he revealed his body to him. Crowley watched as Sam bit down on his bottom lip in a nervous manner. It was actually quite cute. Crowley felt something creeping up from his stomach, and settling in his heart. This must be what Sam meant about how love felt. He also had this funny feeling, almost like butterflies, in his stomach. He wanted this more than he had ever wanted anything before. Still, he knew no matter how far they got and how much he wanted this, if Sam said to stop he would stop.

Finally Crowley stood there naked. He was beginning to feel self-conscious under Sam's gaze. He knew he didn't have the best looking body. Maybe Sam didn't like it. Maybe he was having second thoughts. He should have found someone better looking to possess. When Sam stood up and walked over to him, Crowley backed away slightly. He wasn't able to back too far away before Sam's arms were quickly wrapped around him and Sam's lips pressed hard against his.

When they broke apart, Crowley stuttered, "I... you... uh... Like what you see," he asked nervously.

"Hmm," Sam hummed agreeably against Crowley's neck.

"Glad you like it, so... What now?"

"Undress me," Sam whispered in his ear, sending a shiver down Crowley's back.

"Yes, sir," Crowley answered.

Crowley started with Sam's T-shirt. When it was off he made sure that his fingers ran over every muscle as his hands moved down Sam's body but he stopped short at Sam's belt. Staring deep into Sam's green eyes, Crowley hesitated a little. What if, he wasn't good enough for Sam or too big or he hurt him? There were so many 'what ifs'.

"Crowley? Are you..."

"I'm scared," he admitted. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you or I won't be good enough or..."

"If you show me what to do, we'll be fine. Besides, you're a king, I should be questioning if I'm good enough for you," Sam said with a small smile. "This Crowley, this is what love is about. Worrying more for the other person then for yourself."

Smiling, Crowley pushed himself up onto his toes and gave Sam a quick kiss, before he started to undo Sam's belt. The belt made a snapping noise as Crowley pulled it off, followed by a clicking and zipping sounds as Sam's button and zipper were undone. Soon his jeans, shoes and underwear were gone.

It was the first time he had seen Sam completely naked. Crowley stared in utter astonishment. Beautiful. He wanted to tell Sam but he couldn't get the words out of his mouth. Before he could process what was happening they were plastered together. Chest to chest, mouth to mouth, hands everywhere. Kissing all the way, the two made their way to the bed. Sam's hands wandered all over Crowley's squirming body underneath him. Rubbing himself against Sam's body Crowley felt Sam's need growing, and growing fast.

"Crowley?"

"Hm?"

"I've seen movies but... what do we do now," Sam asked nervously.

The confusion and doubt etched in Sam's eyebrows had Crowley wondering if they were doing the right thing. Had he pushed Sam into this? Should he really let Sam do this if Sam was this unsure?

"Moose," Crowley said as he cupped Sam's chin. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I love you and I want to be with you. Why? Are you having doubts?"

"I ..." Crowley took a deep breath.

Sam had learned a long time ago, even before they got together, when Crowley took a breath like that he was questioning himself and the decisions he was making.

"I love you Sam but I still don't understand why me."

"Then let me show you," Sam replied.

He gripped Crowley's hand on his chin and moved the hand to behind his neck before pulling the demon into a tender kiss. The following kisses moved over Crowley's chin, neck and then down his chest. Thinking about what he had seen in the videos, Sam spent some time on each nipple. He remembered hearing once that you should do what you would like done to you. So he did things he knew he liked. The response from Crowley told Sam, he was doing something right.

"Moose," Crowley gasped as Sam's tongue made its way down to a very hard and enlarged cock. Sam paused as he looked up at the demon. Crowley was looking back at him and breathing heavily. Sam noticed Crowley's eyes had turned from the normal brown of his vessel to dark blue. The color of Crowley's eyes now was the same blue Sam remembered from the dreams he'd had of Crowley's past. The same color as when Crowley had been human.

"Be... before you go too far, I have to say something."

"What? I'm... doing something wrong?"

"No! Oh God, no!"

Sam couldn't help but smile that he actually managed to make the demon say God's name. Bending forward he rewarded Crowley by kissing him on the head of his twitching cock.

"Sam, please...," Crowley whined tilting his head back.

"Sorry."

Crowley raised his head and looked back to Sam.

"With this being your first time, I... I want you inside me."

"Are... are you... sure," Sam asked tripping over the words. He was both excited and worried. Excited at the thought of making love to Crowley, but worried that he wouldn't be able to satisfy his lover since this was his first time. "I mean... what if I'm not good enough and disappoint you?"

"You won't! I'm..." Crowley paused as he took a deep swallow. "I'm sure of that. That's also why I'm going to try and talk you through it. So... so you know everything... for when you leave me for someone else."

Sam could hear the love in Crowley's voice but also the pain and the fear. Why couldn't he get it through to his demon that he loved him and he wasn't going anywhere? Maybe there was only one way. Sam moved back up and kissed Crowley hard on the lips.

"Teach me," he ordered. "But teach me only how to please you," Sam whispered in the now shivering demon's ear.

"As you command, my love. Take this." With a twist of his wrist a tube of lubrication appeared in his hand. "I will tell you what to do when you are ready."

Taking the lube Sam kissed him again and moved back down to Crowley's cock. He didn't waste any time. Licking his lips he slid them over the head. The deep moan that left the demon's lips told Sam Crowley liked what he was doing.

After running his tongue over the head and the slit a few times Sam slowly started to take in the long shaft. Once he reached his limit he sucked hard on the cock and pulled his mouth upwards. Then, once at the top again, he breathed out and pushed back down. As his mouth moved downwards he gripped the base of Crowley's shaft and moved his fist up and down in time with his mouth. Sam's ears were filled with the sounds of wordless noises spilling from Crowley's mouth and Crowley gasping his name.

"S-S-Sam...," Crowley stuttered as he gripped Sam's hair. "Oh God, Moose. Yes... again."

As Sam obliged Crowley's request he could hear and feel the heavy panting from the man below him. This time Sam quickened his pace and soon found a nice rhythm. The moans and gasps from Crowley kept Sam going. Each time he moved down, he took more and more of Crowley into his throat. Soon there was no need for his hand. He was now sucking every inch of Crowley. Reaching down he began to play with the demon's balls. Feeling Crowley's fingers tightening in his hair got his attention.

"Sam... Put… some lube… lube on your fingers. When you do... push one inside of me," Crowley gasped as he tried to get the words out. "Please," Crowley moaned.

"Hmm, hmm," Sam hummed to let Crowley know that he had heard him.

"God... Do that again," Crowley begged.

Sam started to hum as he put the lube on his fingers and then, slowly, he pushed one inside.

Crowley's back arched off the bed as he pressed himself down harder onto Sam's finger. "Yes, oh... yes."

Sam felt Crowley's hole tightening and releasing around his finger, but he didn't stop. He pushed in it and out a few times, before he got a rhythm going with the movement of his head. It wasn't too long before Crowley was begging him for a second and then third finger to be inserted. Getting the gist of what he was after, Sam twisted and spread his fingers as he moved them in and out harder and harder. A sudden salty taste in his mouth warned Sam that Crowley was about to come. Removing his fingers he gripped the shaft again and started moving faster and harder on the twitching cock in his hands.

A few moments later, Sam's mouth was full of Crowley's seed. Swallowing, Sam pulled a face at the unexpected and strange taste. He coughed a little. Sheepishly, he looked at Crowley and mouthed 'sorry'. When Crowley just waved it off he smiled. Reaching down Crowley wiggled a hand until Sam took it. Crowley pulled Sam into a hug. Soon Sam was kissing him, the need to relieve his own building pressure becoming more and more noticeable.

"Are you ready, Moose?"

"Yes, but... What if..."

"You will," Crowley replied as if he knew what Sam was going to say. "It's your first time. You're going to come very quickly but that's just a fact. It says nothing about you or how it will be later."

"Okay," Sam whispered. He then sat up and positioned himself between Crowley's legs. "What now?"

"Now, my love, you are teasing me. You said you've watched movies. You know what's next, just do what you feel is right for you."

The smile Crowley gave him soothed some of Sam's nerves. Taking the tube, Sam put a generous amount of lube on himself, making sure it covered all his shaft. He then lifted up one of Crowley's legs and, as he bit down on his bottom lip, pushed himself in to Crowley.

Crowley let out a hiss as Sam entered him. Sam looked up, instantly concerned.

"It's okay love," Crowley panted when he saw the concern of Sam's face. "Just... Just go slowly."

Sam did as Crowley said and with each thrust, he got deeper and deeper inside the tight and hot demon beneath him. Soon, he had a good rhythm going and once again, Crowley started to make incoherent sounds of pleasure. When Crowley's whole body shook, Sam knew he had hit the right spot inside his lover, so he tried to hit it again and again.

As Crowley said, it wasn't long before Sam needed to come. Putting Crowley's leg down, Sam laid down covering Crowley's body with his own. Their hot and sweaty skin made it easier for Sam to pound even harder into Crowley. Crowley wrapped his legs and arms around Sam's body, fingernails digging into the backs of Sam's shoulders.

Kissing Crowley, Sam finally reached his point of no return. The feeling of heat rising in his stomach. The rising need to release the pressure was too much. The explosion. Sam moved his mouth from Crowley's lips to his shoulder. As he came he bit down hard and yelled out Crowley's name.

Crowley, with the sensation of Sam coming inside him and the pain of the bite, came again. Both clung to the other as if their lives depended on it. Too soon it was over and both men lie there trying to catch their breath. Panting, Sam rolled off Crowley and laid on his back. At the lost of contact, Crowley reached out and grabbed Sam's hand. He didn't understand it but he needed to keep touching his Moose.

As their breathing and heart rates settled, Sam pulled at Crowley's hand. Crowley took the hint and rolled over into Sam's waiting arms. His head rested on Sam's chest and Crowley let out a sigh of contentment.

"I... I did good?" Sam asked hesitantly with a quick kiss to the top of Crowley's head.

"Better than good," Crowley replied smiling into Sam's chest. "You were amazing." He leaned up and kissed Sam, before lying back down again. "I suppose we should go back down and help the others."

"No. I think they'll be fine without us for a while. Crowley?"

"Yes, Moose?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

For the first time in his entire existence he actually meant the words. Crowley lay there, listening until Sam's breathing leveled out. Once he was sure Sam was finally asleep he whispered, "Goodnight, my Prince Charming.