Sam needed to get away for a while. He needed some time away from his brother, and to clear his head a bit. So he took Dorothy's motorcycle and rode out. He didn't really have a destination in mind. He just stopped in a park somewhere and sat down under a tree.
"Lovely weather for brooding, isn't it, Sam?" A familiar voice said.
Sam turned his head to see Crowley, leaning against the tree for support. Sam got up to help him. "I'm fine, Moose. I just need to sit down..." Sam helped him down. The demon was squinting, trying to block the sun from his eyes. Sam realized this was the first real sunlight he'd probably seen since they locked him up. Sam ran to a little cart in the park and bought him some sunglasses, then sat beside Crowley. "Ah, that's better..." Crowley stated as he put them on.
"So, did you break out of the bunker? Did you hurt my brother? I swear, if you did..."
"As wonderful as that sounds, no. I didn't lay a finger on Dean. Surprisingly, he let me off the leash to track you down..." He leaned his head back. "Took a lot out of me..."
Sam shook his head. "Dean..." "So, tell me, Sam: is this the big thing that irreparably tears the infamous Winchester Brothers apart?" Crowley asked.
Sam sighed. "I don't know... No..." He said, unsure. "I mean, he's always done stuff like this for me. But I'm sick of the constant dying and undying. I didn't want to come back, you know. And I'm getting sick of us always lying to each other nowadays. It wasn't always like this..."
Crowley nodded. "Yeah. I'm sensing a "but", though..."
"But he is my brother. And, I don't know, if it had been him instead of me, who knows? Maybe I'd have let an angel occupy his head... I can see what he meant by it. I'm just... Frustrated! When'd our lives get so complicated?"
"I'd say either when Azazel made his deal with your mother, or when he dosed you up with demon blood..." Crowley said with a shrug. He tentatively put a hand in Sam's shoulder. "But I am glad you're back, Sam..." he said, more sincerely would have liked. "Besides, who knows what your brother would've done to me if you hadn't?" He added, trying to cover up his blunder. Sam looked over at the demon and smiled.
"Thanks for saving me, Crowley. I knew I was right. That there is good in you..." He looked at the somewhat blue scar on Crowley's neck from the angel injection, and felt a pang of guilt. Crowley subconsciously put his hand over the scar. He scoffed. "I assure you, Sam, my reasons for saving you were almost entirely selfish..." Sam raised an eyebrow. "Oh really, now? And why is that?"
Crowley rolled his eyes. "Oh, honestly, Moose? I thought you were the smart one..."
Sam chuckled. "I'm serious..."
"Come on, your brother figured it out almost right away..."
"What are you...?"
"Oh, for the love of..." Crowley said, agitated. He grabbed Sam's face, pulled it towards himself, and kissed the hunter long and hard. Sam was initially shocked, even flailed a bit. But he soon gave into it, even kissing back a while (much to Crowley's delight). Though Sam quickly broke away, running a hand through his hair, bewildered. "Um..."
Crowley berated himself for jumping the gun. "Well, I'd best be off. Or I would, but I'm still not up for teleportation. And I'm guessing you're not going back yet..." Sam shook his head. "I have some... Things to work out... And process..." Crowley swore to himself. "But..." Sam continued. "You could stay with me awhile, I guess. Until you're 100% again..." Crowley nodded. "I would like that..."
Sam led him to the bike. "Sorry there's not an extra helmet..." he said as he put the sole helmet on. Crowley smirked. "I think I'll be fine. Besides, you on a motorcycle? It's Christmas..." Sam shook his head as Crowley got on behind him, wrapping his arms around his torso. He definitely was going to have a lot to get used to, now. He revved up the engine and they rode off.
"You know, I think Bobby really is you boys' real father. I felt you trying to sneak a little tongue there."
"There was no tongue..."
"Oh-ho, there was tongue..."
"Crowley, if you don't shut up, you're walking to the hotel..."
Crowley laughed and clung a bit tighter to the Winchester, enjoying the moment.
A/N: Aaaand with that, I end this. It's been a lot of fun to write, and I'm contemplating a sequel, so fear not! Thank you all for reading, and I hope you'll check out my other works, both past, current, and future! Carry on, my wayward companions! -CH