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Crowley left the bunker and jumped into Dean's Impala. He looked into the rear view mirror to see the uncomfortable sight of Sam, glassy eyed and stiff. The sight gave him an odd feeling. He was so used to seeing dead bodies, but now it made him feel uneasy. He got out of the car and opened the back door, seized Sam's trouser legs and pulled. It was slow and difficult work, Sam was a giant and weighed a tonne. He managed to heave Sam over his shoulder, staggering from the weight. Crowley was obviously not as strong as he used to be, and felt every muscle in his body tense. He walked to the door to the bunker and opened it with his free hand. He took a step inside, and gently propped Sam's body up against the wall.

'Dean? I thought I'd bring Sam in here…Didn't want to scare Mrs Tran….Dean?' Crowley poked his head over the railings but saw no one. He looked once again down at Sam, shrugged and stepped out of the door, slamming it behind him.

He went back into the car and put the key into the ignition. He turned it and revved the engine a few times. It had been a while since he had had to drive a car. Year's in fact. He put his foot down and drifted the car onto the road. He laughed as a car coming the other way dived into the hedge as he came speeding past. He made a mental note not to ever drive this way when Dean was around. He knew Dean wasn't kidding when he said he would behead him if he so much as scratched it.

Crowley silently settled into his 3 hour drive to Wichita. He thought it was so slow. He didn't think it had ever taken him three hours to get anywhere. He watched patiently as the hedges whooshed past the windows, trying not to let his mind wonder. Dean had been right, he was a shivering pile of guilt. The screams and the blood of his victims flowing through his head. The face of every person he had killed. The face of every person who screamed in agony as he stood by, watching and laughing.

He shook his head as though it would somehow help shake the memories out. He beat the steering wheel with his fists until they bled, then laughed hysterically at the sight of his own blood. His own human blood. He spread the fingers out on his right hand, keeping his left firmly on the wheel. He stared at the blood as it ran out of the cuts and down is wrist. He couldn't help laughing at the pain streaking through his hands. Such a small cut, such a small bruise, but it hurt. It hurt like he was just stabbed in the gut. Humans were so fragile. He knew that of course, torturing had made him aware of all tiny nooks that caused the most pain, but he never thought that it would happen to him. All the times he had jumped out of building, been shot in the heart or broke a bone, it had all hurt as much as getting a paper cut…but now.

He wiped his hands on his trousers. They were still covered in dirt from the church, it showed up powdery white against the black. The good thing about always wearing black, it hid all the blood he wiped on it. He shuddered at the amount of times he had got back to his house, his trousers were stiff from the blood that had dried onto it. Showering and watching the water turn red, none of it being his own.

He felt ashamed.

He couldn't think of anything else for the whole ride to Wichita. He wished that he hadn't suggested he go by himself. Company, even Deans company would have been welcome. Finally arriving, he turned into Castle Storage and parked outside the entrance. He walked through the doors and wasn't surprised to see the body of a boy lying face down on the floor. Crowley bent down and rolled him over. The name badge said 'Del' and he knew this was the demon he had left in charge of Mrs Tran. He took a key out of his pocket and left, walking across the parking lot the far side of the storage units. He entered Corridor Q and banged on the door to the left.

'Mrs Tran?' He shouted though the corrugated door. There was no answer, so he raised the door and stepped inside.

On the floor in front of him sat a woman. She was thin and dirty and asleep. Crowley walked over to her, knelt down and shook her shoulder.

'NO!' She screamed. She raised her hand and stabbed a rusting nail into Crowley arm.

'OW! Jesus Christ woman! I'm trying to save you!' Crowley wailed back, clutching him arm.

'Get away from me you monster!' She beat his head and neck with her shackled hands. Crowley fell backwards and crawled away from her shielding his head.

'Stop please,' he moaned holding up his hands in surrender, 'Your son sent me!'

'Kevin sent you? Don't be cruel Crowley, please just let me go.' She began to cry.

'I am letting you go, look…' He gingerly went back over and unshackled her from the floor. 'You see, I don't want to hurt you.' He grabbed her by the hands and lifted her to her feet.

'What's going on? Is this some kind of trick?' She took a few steps away from him.

'No Mrs Tran. I…I can't really explain what's happened.'

'Well try.' She growled aggressively.

'Well Kevin managed to decipher the Demon tablet. He shut the Gates of Hell…' There was a silence. She looked at Crowley in disbelief. 'Oh I know what you are thinking, why aren't I in hell too! Well you see, I was the third trial in closing the gates. I am human now.' Crowley gave her a small smile in the hope that this would solve everything.

'You…are human?'

'Yeah. And I am here to take you to your son. I thought that he would like me more if I showed him that I didn't actually kill you.' He smiled again hopefully.

'Well you certainly are acting strangely.' She paused for a moment. 'Prove it. Give me some holy water.' She held out her hand.

'Oh here, I think I have some in my pocket…'He laughed, 'like I carry that around with me.' She didn't laugh. She folded her arms and looked at him with distrust.

'Give me some holy water.' She demanded.

'I think there might be some in Dean's car…If you want to…?' He gestured towards the door, but before he could lead the way, Mrs Tran bustled past him. Crowley followed quickly, not wanting her to run for it.

They got to the car. 'You came here in Dean's car?' She asked, 'Dean let you drive his car? Well you must be a changed man.'

'Like I said…'He opened the trunk and took out holy water and the demon knife. He tipped the water over his face, and made a small cut on his arm with blade. 'So you see, I am not a demon anymore.'

'Take me to my son. Now!' She got into the passenger side and slammed the door.

'You wish is my command.' He swung the door open and got in too.

There was silence in the car for nearly an hour. Mrs Tran glared at Crowley the whole time.

'Why do you keep looking at me like that?' Crowley said defensively.

'Well it's not that you locked me in a storage container for a mouth and told me you killed my son…oh wait, you did.'

'Yeah well I didn't! Me kill little Kevin? How could you think such a think?' She didn't reply. 'Ok look. I am sorry for what I did to you…and to Kevin, I'm sorry. It makes me sick to think of all the things I did. It really does. And I know that there is probably no way to say sorry, but I thought this would be a start?' He took a side glace at Mrs Tran, she looked thoughtful.

'I'm sorry, but I can't stop thinking that this is all some kind of trick.'

'But the holy water…and the knife? No demon can trick the knife, not even the King of Hell…well former King.'

'I know. But you still look like you, you still sound like you…'

'Actually, I don't sound like me. I'm umm, actually Scottish, I'm trying not to let me accent slip.'

'What do you mean? You're human so the accent you had when you were a human…just came back? That's kind of odd.'

'Yeah, I know.' He continued staring at the road. 'We'll be back at the bunker soon, you'll get to see Kevin and Dean can explain everything, ok?'

'Yeah, I guess…How about Sam? Where's he?'

'He…Didn't make it.'

'Oh. I'm sorry.'

'Hey, don't be sorry at me, I'm not the one who just lost a brother. And I don't know if I would mention it straight away. Dean's not taking it very well, he's convinced that he can bring him back somehow…I don't know. I think it's a lost cause.'

'You know Crowley, that's what you don't understand about humans, we never give up. There is no giving up until we have exhausted every last option. And even then you are convinced that you missed something. You have a lot to learn about being one of us.'

'So I guess this means you believe I'm human then?' He took another side glace at her face to check her expression. She was frowning.

'I need to talk to Dean first and Kevin. You may be human now Crowley, but don't think I won't kill you in a heartbeat.'

'Funny, you son said something quite similar.' He laughed and continued to drive.

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I didn't think it was possible to write a whole chapter, just Crowley and Mrs Tran...But here it is. I hope you enjoyed it, and like the way Crowley is turning out...I was finding it difficult think of how he would be when he became human. I would love to know what you guys think?