Ok. So here's chapter two. This was probably the hardest thing I've ever written and I hope it's half decent. Enjoy and please review.

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Dean rolled his eyes and did his best to shut the whiny noise of Sam's voice from his head. It had been exactly twelve hours since Sam had found him and Crowley in the garage having a chat and he still hadn't shut up about it. Dean knew it had been exactly twelve hours because every five minutes he would look at his phone and hope desperately Sam would go to sleep soon so he could have a few hours peace.

Unfortunately Sam didn't appear to be slowing down any time soon and Dean was seriously beginning to contemplate gagging him. Thankfully Bobby was remaining blissfully silent and Castiel didn't say much about anything so that was alright. Sam was the only one who couldn't let it go. So Dean did what he did best, he pretended Sam wasn't there and focused on his beer and the deep scratches on Bobby's kitchen table.

"I just can't believe you Dean!" Sam exclaimed for what Dean was sure the seven hundredth time in the last four hours.

Dean groaned and dropped his head on the kitchen table with a thump. His brother was like a dog with a bone and Dean wondered if he shot Sam, would Lucifer bring him back? Almost certainly. So it wouldn't really be killing Sam at all and if he was dead for a few hours he wouldn't be talking. The more Dean thought about it, the better of an idea it seemed. Bobby cleared his throat from the doorway and Dean was pulled back from his thoughts.

"Sam I could use some help."

Dean could have kissed Bobby at that moment. Unlike Sam, Bobby must have noticed he was seriously considering killing his brother for a few hours peace and he found himself silently praying Sam would take the hint and go and help Bobby because one more word from Sam and Dean would snap.

"Bobby don't you think what Dean is doing is wrong?"

Too late.

"Excuse me? What exactly am I doing?" Dean snarled.

"Getting involved with Crowley!"

"Involved? You make it sound like we're having a torrid love affair! We spoke for all of ten minutes!" Dean hadn't been this angry at Sam in a long time. How could Sam be so judgemental?

"This is Ruby all over again!"

"Sam." Bobby warned, seeing Dean's jaw clench.

"Ruby was a conniving little bitch who got you hooked on demon blood. Crowley has never lied to us, if it weren't for him we'd still be looking for the Colt. Not only that but it's because of him we have the last two rings!"

Dean glared at Sam, silently telling him to drop it before it got nasty and they both said things they'd regret later. Sam pushed his jaw out in defiance and Dean knew he wouldn't back down. He'd seen that look too many times. It was the look Sam had perfected as a kid when he'd first started rebelling against John. Taking a deep breath Dean realised he would have to be the bigger man and walk away. Standing up he shot Sam a glare before elbowing past him. If Sam refused to go to bed, fine. He could stay awake as long as he wanted.

"Where are you going?" Bobby asked.

"I'm gonna go get some sleep."

As he started up the stairs he realised Sam was planning on following him. "Follow me and I'll shoot you in the face." he gritted out, clenching his teeth so tightly it hurt.

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Dean rolled over for what felt like the hundredth time that night and buried his face as far in the pillow as possible. Going to bed when he wasn't the remotest bit tired had been a bad idea, he'd admit that. The worse part was he'd have to wait for Bobby and Sam to go to sleep or he'd look like even more of an idiot then he already felt.

Grunting in irritation he rolled over again and stared at the ceiling. Not for the first time he wondered when was the last time Bobby had cleaned the house. The walls that had once been white had turned yellow over years of neglect and were peeling in places. But no matter how shabby and run down it was, it was still the closet thing Dean had to a home. Swearing under his breath he rolled over once again but instead of rolling into his pillow he rolled into Crowley.

"Christ!" the only thing that stopped Dean from screaming like a little girl was the fact over the months he had gotten used to Castiel popping up out of nowhere. Although that didn't stop him from flinging himself away from Crowley so violently he nearly fell off the bed.

"Not quite."

Dean was too busy trying to regain control of his breathing to speak and settled for a glare. Crowley was taking up half of the double bed, leaning against the headboard with his ankles crossed and it was by far the oddest thing Dean had seen in a while. There was a demon in his bed, and now he was over the initial shock of Crowley's appearance, that didn't bother him as much as it should.

"Are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack?" he growled, laying back down. If Crowley could pretend this was completely normal, so could he.

"That would be horribly counterproductive. You're no use to me dead."

Dean looked up, craning his neck to see Crowley properly. It was weird having Crowley looming over him. "I don't feel like much use to anyone at the moment." he admitted.

Crowley rolled his eyes in irritation and unhooked his ankles to kick Dean in the leg. "Enough with the self pity! What is it with humans always feeling sorry for yourselves?"

"What are you doing here anyway?" Dean asked, not wanting to start an argument. If they started yelling Sam would hear and he really couldn't deal with that.

"I was hoping you'd have a plan by now."

"By now? I saw you yesterday."

Was it really too much to ask for a day or two to get used to the idea of Sam becoming Lucifer's bitch?

"A lot can happen in twenty-four hours. The longer you wait, the more likely it becomes Lucifer will hear of what you plan."

"Sam's going to say yes, that's been decided. However finding the Devil is harder than we thought." Dean admitted.

"The Devil's in Detroit." Crowley announced simply, like it was the most obvious thing.

Dean sat up and twisted so he was facing Crowley. "You knew and you just decided to keep it to yourself?"

"I knew you wouldn't like the answer."

Damn right he didn't like the answer. Detroit. He always said it would go down in Detroit. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes. He didn't want to think about it, not tonight. Tonight he just wanted to pretend the never ending nightmare that was currently his life was back to its pre-Lucifer days. Opening his eyes he looked over at Crowley, swallowing and squashing down the simmering attraction that appeared whenever Crowley was near.

He wasn't sure what attracted him to the demon, especially since he was everything Dean stood against. Maybe it was the fact Crowley was the only one who could make him laugh anymore? Or maybe it was because unlike with Sam, Bobby and Castiel, Dean didn't have to be a motivational speaker for him? What he did know was that being so close to the demon was making his head spin pleasantly in a way it hadn't done in years and the world was probably going to end soon so what was the harm? Why shouldn't he spend time with someone who made him feel like the old Dean again?

"Are you hungry?" he asked suddenly, taking Crowley by surprise.

Crowley frowned and for a fraction of a second Dean was what lay beneath the cocky mask Crowley was so fond of.

"I could eat." Crowley answered slowly. He didn't like being taken by surprise. In his business being caught by surprise was potentially fatal.

"Wanna go grab a burger? I know a place not far from here that's open all night."

"Why not? Come on then." Crowley made to move off the bed but Dean stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

'Wait!"

"That desperate to get me into bed?" Crowley smirked.

"Don't flatter yourself." Dean grunted, rolling off the bed and stumbling when his foot got caught in the blankets.

"Then what's the problem?"

"Can you just zap us to the Impala? I don't wanna face Sam and Bobby. Sam's already giving me enough shit." Dean explained as he pulled on his boots. He was thankful he hadn't changed out of jeans and shirt.

"Naughty, naughty. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were ashamed of our sordid little affair." Crowley teased him.

"We're going for dinner, we're not eloping." Dean snorted.

"And yet you still don't want Jolly Green to know you're with me."

"He thinks you're a bad influence."

Crowley slid off the bed with more grace then Dean ever would have been able to muster and stalked towards him. Dean was surprised that despite the height difference Crowley still managed to appear very dangerous and Dean found himself stepping back as his survival instinct kicked in. Crowley smirked at Dean's nervous movement and backed him up, practically pinning him to the wall. Dean swallowed and looked down at Crowley, waiting in suspense.

Crowley moved closer until their faces were almost touching and Dean felt himself moving in, closing the distance even more. There was barely a centimetre of space between them and Dean's head was swimming from the heady mix of Crowley's presence and the anticipation of what might come next. Crowley's hand wrapped around the back of his neck and griped tightly.

"Oh darling I am a very bad influence." Crowley whispered before pulling away and leaving Dean gaping. "Now let's go and eat. I'm starved."

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Well there it is. I hope I'm not moving things too fast between them but neither Dean or Crowley really seem like the type who wait around.