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Surprised and ready to attack, Crowley whips around to face the place where the voice came from. He doesn't see anyone standing there. "Crowley, honey, what is wrong?" Sara practically laughs as she questions him about his actions. He looks at her in wonder.
"You didn't just hear that!?" Crowley questions raising his voice in anger. Sara kind of draws back a few steps. Her face in a concerned frown. Crowley interrogates again, "You didn't hear that voice! It was behind me! It was just a minute ago!" Sara rests her hand on Crowley's with that same concerned disposition.
Crowley sighs with a frown on his face. He realizes that no one else heard it. Inside he knows it was there, but Crowley does not understand how no one else heard anything. He sits frustrated in the kitchen chair at the fancy table. Sara sets a ceramic mug filled with coffee on the table in front of the visibly upset Crowley.
Frowning, Sara watches Crowley pour it down the drain. He storms into his office and slams the door behind him. Haillie looks up at Sara with a frown on her face and tears in her big blue eyes. Sara strokes her hair and continues to feed her baby food trying not to show Haillie how upset she really is.
Sighing, Crowley slumps in his office chair. He yawns and pours himself Craig into the fancy glass on his desk. He gulps it down as quickly as he can. His eyes survey the room just to make sure there really isn't anyone here. He doesn't sense anyone or feel anyone's prescience either. "What in the bloody hell was that?" Crowley asks himself in a whisper.
"Now, you are talking to yourself now, too, Crowley. Wow, have you really gone off the deep end or what? You know inside what is going on," the same male voice rings in his ears. Frightened, he turns around to see no one there. He hears chuckling, but it is not coming from any certain point in the large office room.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Crowley takes deep breaths trying to relax himself. "It is all in my head. I can make it go away then. I can make it all okay. It will all be okay," Crowley murmurs to himself. His eyes are still clenched shut tight. His frustration level continues to rise with every waking moment.
"You are going crazy. There is nothing you can do about it. Crowley is insane. Crowley is insane. He is going crazy. There is nothing he can do," the voice taunts with hints of vengeance in his voice. In a desperate act to stop the voice Crowley cuffs his ears with his hands. He still hears laughter ringing through his ears.
Gingerly, Sara walks in to check on Crowley. "I am not crazy!" Crowley screams and flings his scotch glass in Sara's direction. Sara gasps as the glass shatters against the wall next to her head. As she ducks shards fly everywhere around her.
"CROWLEY!" she yells as she looks up from her crouched position on the floor. "What is the matter with you?" she asks walking over to him. Crowley has his face in his hands. Slowly, Sara lifts his face with her soft, gentle hands. Tears are flowing down his ruff cheeks. "Tell me, Crowley," Sara pleads softly with him.
Crowley takes a struggled breath in and tells Sara, "I think I am going crazy, Sara. I hear this voice that no one else does. I don't know what is going on. I'm worried." Sara kisses his forehead. Her soft lips comfort Crowley a little bit. He knows she is real. She is here. Everyone can see her. That isn't going to change to him.
"I promise we will figure everything out. I love you no matter if you are sane or insane. My love for you will never change, Crowley, you know that. Together we will get through this and figure out what is going on. I will not leave your side," Sara reassures him. "Now, I am going to clean this glass up," Sara tells him walking out of the room to get a broom.
"Daddy?" Haillie asks peeping her head around the corner. She furrows her forehead as she looks at the broken glass. "Daddy okay?" she asks quietly looking down at the broken glass and back up at Crowley. Crowley chuckles and nods. Haillie takes off back into the living room to watch the television.
Sara reenters and begins to sweep the floor. "What is that big thing she is watching in there, and why in the world is there a talking cleaning sponge on it?" Sara has a confused look but a grin on her face.
Smiling, Crowley shakes his head as he answers with, "Sara it is a television. They make kid's shows and shows for adults. That is a kid's show. It's about a talking sponge and his friends. They get into adventures and other things that are like that." Sara giggles and smiles as she sweeps the glass into a pile. Crowley snaps and the pile disappears. Sara looks up surprised. "That, my Sara, is how we take care of chores around here," Crowley tells her wrapping his arms around her waist.
"So, I never have to clean?" Sara asks Crowley as she presses her lips against his. "Do you cook like that, too because that would be absolutely wonderful," she says kissing Crowley again. Crowley smiles and brushes her hair out of her pale face.
Crowley kisses her before he tells her, "We can do things however you would like. You are my queen. For now and forever. I love you, my Sara." Crowley pushes his lips against her ruby lips and closes his eyes. She feels that spark that they used to have so long ago and it makes her grin.
Crowley wraps his hands in Sara's beautiful hair with his eyes still closed enjoying the passion. He feels something moist on his hand. He retracts his hand and looks down on it. Crowley's hand is soaked in blood. Crowley looks at it and back to Sara in absolute horror and terror. "Sara?" He asks seeing that her head is dripping blood. A huge chink is missing from the top of her head. Crowley gasps in widespread shock.