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Wide eyed, Crowley sprints as fast as he can into the kitchen. Haillie is sitting on the floor with a hurt look and glass splayed all around her. A picture in its broken frame is on the floor. "My Sara," Crowley says in dismay at the photograph laying on the floor. "What did you do to MY SARA!?" Crowley yells in complete blind rage.
"Daddy," Haillie whimpers quietly as she backs away scared. She tries to run but trips and falls to her hands and knees. With Crowley is close pursuit she crawls as fast as she can possibly go to under the table. "Daddy!" Haillie screams as she is against the wall and crying. Crowley gets down onto his knees with a look of pure disgust in his two dark eyes.
With a tight grasp, Crowley grabs Haillie's pale leg. Forcefully, he yanks her towards him. Haillie clings to the table leg for dear life. Slowly, red is seeping into Crowley's eyes. One by one, Haillie's fingers release from the mahogany table leg. "Haillie, you broke it! It is the only picture left of her, and she bought that frame! It's gone!" Crowley screams at the top of his lungs at the small, timid girl.
Knocking at the door stops them both in their tracks. Haillie stares at it longingly, but Crowley stares with fury and spite. Instantly, Crowley lets go of Haillie's shaking leg. He strides over to the door and opens it in a swift motion. Catt stands there looking particularly at his eyes. She softly questions, "Crowley, what is wrong with your eyes. What is going on?"
"It's nothing," Crowley murmurs trying to relax. He realizes now how stupid this whole thing was. With a sigh he can feel tears stinging in his eyes. Trying not to let Catt see himself become emotional, Crowley grabs her bag and goes up the stairs. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Haillie run into Catt's arms. A little piece of him dies inside.
Placing the bag onto the guest bed's white sheets, Crowley lets the tears fall. He knows that Catt will question him when she sees the big mess in the kitchen. Crowley has been put in a spot where he does not have a choice but to tell anything but the truth to her because she is going to be here for quite some time.
"Crowley!" comes Catt's angry voice towards the bedroom. He braces himself for her furious questions. This is make or break time. If he loses his head now, he might lose everything including Haillie. Catt interrogates, "Crowley, that child has bruises, and there is broken glass all over the kitchen. You better tell me what is going on right now!"
He sighs deeply and answers, "Catt, I lost my head. I did not hit that child though. I swear to you I did not. Catt, I grabbed her, that is it. Please, don't take her. I can promise it will never happen again. I need Haillie."
"Somehow, Crowley, I do not believe you are telling me the truth. You lose your head all of the time. It will happen again, and next time there might be no one to stop you from doing worse. I cannot in good conscience let Haillie live like this. Crowley, you know what is best for her, and what is best for her is not you. Please, just let me take her somewhere where she will be safe and loved," Catt explains trying to be gentle.
In horror, Crowley looks at her. Then with malevolence in his voice he states, "You don't think I love her!? I love that little girl more than everything! You don't know what love is! Your parents disowned you, and you ran to those Winchesters. You know what? They never showed an ounce of love to you either! Catt, you wouldn't know love it was staring right in your face!"
Tears swell up in Catt's big blue eyes, her cheeks flush, and she tells him with an unsteady voice, "Crowley, how dare you. I might have never been showed love, but I can feel. I know what it feels like. It hurts like Hell! All of my life I have loved people who would never love me back; my parents, Sam and Dean, and now you don't love me. I know what it feels to love. She needs to have two happy, married, and caring parents who don't yell or fight, and that love her no matter how much she screws up! You can't give her that! You can't give that to anyone!"
"No, Catt, you can't give that to anyone! I have loved someone with all of my heart! You have not! You can't give something you have never felt! You can't love because no one has ever, ever loved you in any way, shape, or form! I loved Sara, and I can never let her go! Never in my life will I be able to move on! Love is in the way! I will never be the same again! Love changes and twists you into something completely different than you were before! That is what love is! Not some little crush you have here or there! Not something that just goes away! Love never goes away! It lingers forever and ever, never to leave you alone! Love lasts a lifetime!" Crowley yells waving his hands violently as he speaks.
For a moment, everything is still. The air is silent. Haillie peaks around the doorway at all of the commotion. No one sees her because Catt and Crowley just stare deeply into each other's eyes with their emotions running wild. Slowly, the words fall from Catt's mouth, "Crowley, if all of that is true. I love you."
Crowley's response comes quick and easy. He answers, "I love you, too." Haillie grins to herself. A gun clicks from in the room.
"Sorry there will be no being in love today." There is a loud shot.