Author's Note: We made it to chapter twenty! I love you guys so much! I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING. I had an improv trip to my mother's house where I only had my phone for the internet. I would be nothing without you guys. I hope you enjoy this chapter. You guys mean so much to me. I love this story so much, and I know you do, too. Thank you all so much. Enjoy.

"Sir, please state your name," the doctor's voice demands to Crowley who is sitting on the other side of the desk. Crowley's dark eyes are bloodshot, and Crowley sits staring off into space. He only thinks about one thing, Sara. "Sir," the doctor pushes.

Blinking a few times, Crowley looks at the doctor. "Fergus Roderick McLeod," Crowley answers with his past name. Who he was before Crowley. Looking at the doctor's white coat it has blood dripping all over it. The old doctor doesn't seem to notice even as blood drips down through his white hair.

"Your girlfriend, Sara, checked you in here a few weeks ago. Do you remember that Fergus? Do you remember why you are here?" Doctor Stanley questions Crowley like he was talking to a small child. Crowley glares at him with his burning eyes.

Crowley clears his throat trying to ignore the blood now dripping down the large beige walls. Spitefully, Crowley replies, "I do not belong here, and I will not stand to be treated as a child. Sara had no right to lock me up, and it has not been three weeks!" The sudden raise in Crowley's voice does not catch Doctor Stanley off guard at all. "Why aren't you responding?!" Crowley yells across the table. The doctor takes notes with a blank face.

"Mr. McLeod, it has been three weeks. You are here because you are having delusions and are hearing voices. We believe you may have some serious mental disorders that could be very dangerous. Please, Mr. McLeod, stick in here for just a little while more until we can properly find a diagnosis and give you the right medication that will work," the doctor explains like he has done it a billion times before.

Slowly, Crowley scopes out the whole room. Writing in the blood starts to appear on the back wall. Kill him. Crowley squints at it, trying to figure out what is going on in his head. He knows it can't be real, but how can it not be when it feels so real? In a fit of anger, Crowley sweeps his arm across the doctor's desk knocking all of the little knickknacks and pictures off.

In shock, the doctor jumps up to his feet. Crowley, rips the phone and alarm system out of the wall, and he throws it against the floor smashing it into a billion tiny pieces. With a flick of his wrist the door slams shut. The doctor backs against the wall in horror. With white knuckles, Crowley grips one of the pictures of a young girl. "This is your daughter? I have one, too. She can't see me anymore in here. I will not stand for it. For taking away my little girl, I will take yours!" Crowley threatens him in a growling tone.

"Please," Doctor Stanley pleads with the now furious and dangerous Crowley. Laughing manically, Crowley slowly shakes his head. With a tight grip, Crowley wraps his hands around the doctor's throat. "I love my daughter," the doctor says in one quick breath of air.

"YOU DO NOT LOVE HER! I know what you do to her, Doctor Stanley. You are not so innocent. Every day what do you do to that little girl!? I know what you do! YOU HIT THAT LITTLE GIRL AND HURT HER! She deserves a better life than you can give her! You stole everything from that little girl! She is five years old, Doctor Stanley! She's mine now," Crowley says as he gleefully watches the life slip right out of Doctor Stanley. Letting the body hit the floor, Crowley snaps, and he is back in his black suit and gray tie. "Time to extend my family, Crowley says to himself smiling. Snapping, he appears at the front door of a medium sized, average American, looking house.

Knocking gently on the door, Crowley prepares an excuse. "Hello?" a young blonde girl no more than seventeen answers the door. Crowley puts on his sad face and looks the girl in the eyes. He can tell she is the babysitter, considering Doctor Stanley only has one daughter and no wife. "Has something happened to Mr. Stanley?" she asks a bit panicked.

With a small smirk, Crowley snaps and the girl disappears to some location half way around the world, and she has a completely wiped memory. She won't know a thing that is about to happen. Crowley steps into the doorway and closes the Oak door behind himself. "Hi there, sweetheart," he says to a young strawberry blonde girl who sits on the couch. She has a bruise on the side of her pale face. It resembles part of a hand, and Crowley knows instantly that he was right with his accusations. She looks up worriedly at him. She obviously does not trust any men. "It is okay, Ava, he can't hurt you anymore. I know what he did to you. It was not okay for him to do that. If you come with me, he will never hurt you again," Crowley assures the five year old girl who has stood up off of the couch.

"He won't?" Ava asks with every part of her body trembling. Crowley knows now that he has lured her in with his promises. "He can't hurt me anymore if I go with you? Will you hurt me?' she asks slowly and cautiously approaches Crowley who is kneeled down to be around her height.

"Nope. He will not touch you anymore. You can be safe with me. I promise I won't hurt you. I have a little girl you can be sisters with. You can be happy. I have a great big mansion. You'll be a princess," Crowley tells her smirking knowing that every word he says draws her in more and more.

Her brown eyes widen with happiness and a smile spreads across her little face. "A princess?" Ava asks Crowley practically squealing with joy. Crowley nods with a loving smile, too. "Will you be my new Daddy?" Ava questions to make sure she'll have a family. Crowley again nods. Ava jumps on Crowley and wraps her little arms around his neck. He picks her up and carries her out the door.

Making sure Ava closes her eyes Crowley makes them appear at his house. "You're home, princess."