Alright, here's chapter three. I have to admit, I'm getting these chapters out a lot quicker than my usual stories. Enjoy and remember to let me know what you think.

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The twenty minute drive to the diner were some of the most confusing minutes of Dean's life. Crowley didn't say a word and seemed quite content to just stare out the window at the passing scenery, something Dean was thankful for because even if he had to, he didn't think he was capable of stringing together a coherent sentence.

The back of his neck tingled where Crowley had touched him and there was a uncomfortable twisting in his stomach. A mixture of anxiety, nerves and lust that made him feel like his body was betraying him. That moment back at Bobby's with Crowley's body pressed against his own, head spinning and his heart racing had made him realise just how out of his depth he really was.

This thing between him and Crowley, whatever it was, it was twisted and exciting and so completely and utterly new it left him reeling. All his life he had been the purser, every semi-relationship, every one night stand had been a situation where he dominated.

Even on the rare occasions where he'd gone home with a man he had always made sure he was in charge, the one who made the first move, the one who charmed, flirted and teased his way into the beds and pants of his conquests. With Crowley it was different and Dean knew if this thing between them went any further it would be Crowley who dominated.

Crowley had this deep seated aura of danger that came from being the most powerful person in the room. One look from Crowley and Dean went weak at the knees, swooning like a 1950s movie heroine. The effect Crowley had on him was unlike anything Dean had ever experienced and that made him nervous, he didn't like being out of his element.

When they pulled into the parking lot of the diner, Crowley took one look at the run down building and scrunched his nose in disgust, pulling a snort from Dean.

"The food tastes better then you'd think." Dean reassured him.

"Tasting slightly better then garbage isn't exactly an achievement." Crowley muttered but got out of the car without any further protest.

They entered the building together and Dean could practically see Crowley's opinion of the of the place drop even more. Dean scanned the place and couldn't see what Crowley's problem was. Sure the tables looked a bit sticky and the chairs had a few stains and maybe the floor hadn't been cleaned any time this decade but he had eaten in worse places. Crowley was obviously still used to the finer, more expensive things in life whereas he hadn't eaten anything that didn't come in a microwavable container in months.

"Get off your high horse and pick a seat." Dean grunted.

Crowley rolled his eyes but inspected the booths with a sneer and Dean chuckled at how out of place Crowley looked in his expensive suit.

"Hmmmmm, I wonder which seat will be least likely to give me an STD?"

"Crowley." Dean warned.

"Don't get your knickers in a twist darling." Crowley sighed, sitting down in one of the booths at the very back, grimacing as the shiny, cheap plastic of the seat crinkled and squeaked.

Dean rolled his eyes at the dramatics and flung himself into the seat opposite so they were face to face and picking up the menu to avoid Crowley's glare.

"This is by far the worst place I've ever been taken for a date. And I dated in Hell." Crowley snarked, picking up the extra menu.

Dean froze and the twisting in his stomach doubled in strength, making him feel giddy and terrified at the same time. "This is a date?" he finally managed to choke out, unsure whether Crowley was serious or just messing with him.

Crowley rolled his eyes and let loose a long suffering sigh. "Of course it is pet. Do try to keep up."

Dean was still gaping when a despondent looking waitress, radiating irritation at the world in general came over to their table.

"What can I get you" She asked in the most bored tone imaginable, not even looking up from her order pad.

"I'll have the cheeseburger bacon deluxe, my friend will have the Grande Mexican nacho's with extra cheese and two cokes." Dean answered before Crowley could open his mouth.

"And they say chivalry is dead. Ordering for me? You sure know how to make a girl swoon." Crowley teased.

The woman huffed and walked off without another word.

"What a charming woman." Dean muttered sarcastically, causing Crowley to snort.

Crowley threw his menu to one side with a huff. Shifting slightly he placed his hand on the table. He froze and closed his eyes briefly to push down the volcanic anger rising inside him when he felt something sticky on his hand. One of the downsides of being a demon, that bubbling anger sitting just below the surface and it was a constant battle to keep it under control.

Many years of practise had made him better it at then most. As he wiped his hand on his pants he couldn't help but ponder the circumstances that had led him to this shit hole, eating food that would most likely give him food poisoning. He'd spent two hundred years as a crossroad demon, building his wealth and power, making sure he was the very best at what he did.

Two hundred years and he'd lost it all in six months. Two centuries made redundant by an Angel having a bitch fit. The waitress returned with their drink and he was pleased to see at least the glasses were clean.

Dean watched in fascination as Crowley took a sip and dissolve into a coughing fit.

"Bloody hell! How do people drink that swill?"

"Stop being so melodramatic." Dean laughed, swallowing a large mouthful of coke with a smile.

He was saved from Crowley's retort by arrival of their food and the smell of it made Dean realise just how hungry he was. Lately he'd been living on whisky and protein bars, the thought of eating something that resembled actual food made his stomach growl.

"Why the hell not? Let's give it a try." Crowley muttered, hesitating for a fraction of a second before picking up a nacho dripping in cheese and putting it in his mouth cautiously.

Dean bit into his burger, groaning low in the back of his throat. It was by far the best thing he'd eaten in a month.

"So. Is Crowley your real name?" he asked, doing his best to speak around a mouthful of half chewed burger.

Crowley raised a single eyebrow and regarded him thoughtfully as he popped another nacho in his mouth. "No. It's not." he admitted finally.

"What is your real name?"

"That's classified and you don't have the necessary clearance." Crowley smirked.

"Are you always such a cocky bastard?" Dean asked, but there was no real heat behind his words.

"Considering it's a primary aspect of my personality, yes I am."

Dean rolled his eyes and smiled at Crowley's words. He knew that wasn't true, in the short time he'd known Crowley he'd seen behind the mask a handful of times.

"Alright. So what did you do to end up in the pit?"

"Are we playing Twenty Questions and I wasn't informed?" Crowley asked in what Dean saw as a rather obvious attempt to change the subject.

"I'm a curious person. It's what makes me so could at my job." Dean shrugged. "How about we make a little deal?"

Crowley perked up noticeably as his interest was peaked. "A deal? I'm listening."

"You answer my questions and I'll give you something in return." Dean explained, biting into a chip.

"What will you give me?"

"What do you want?"

"I reserve the right to decide at a later date."

Dean narrowed his eyes and bit his lips in thought. Thinking quickly he came to the conclusion Crowley wouldn't ask for anything too extreme and nodded his consent.

"It's a deal. Ask away. You have until I finish these nacho's."

"How did you end up in the pit?" Dean repeated his earlier question.

"Determined aren't you? Fine, if you really want to know I sold my soul."

"Why?"

"I was drunk and I figured if I'm going to hell anyway, I might as well get something out of it." Crowley answered, taking a sip of his drink.

"You were so sure you were going to hell? Dean asked, shocked. What could Crowley have done that was so bad he was sure of his place in the pit.

"Not surprisingly all the traits that make be a very good demon made me a pretty shitty human. I drank, I whored, committed sodomy on more then a few occasions. Being human, it was more of prequel. This, what I am now, is what I was always meant to be."

Dean could understand that. Crowley knew what he was and didn't pretend to be anything other then that. Just one more thing he liked about Crowley, how unapologetic he was about who and what he was.

"You have one more question by the way." Crowley gestured at the lone nacho sat on his plate.

Dean knew he had to make the last question count, he'd probably never get this chance again. Clicking his tongue he tried to think of his next question when it hit him.

"Do you think we can win?"

"What?" Crowley blinked, thrown off by the question.

"Do you think we can win? Against Lucifer?" Dean repeated. He didn't know why he wanted to know what Crowley thought all he knew was that it mattered to him for some reason.

Crowley paused and swirled the last of his coke around thoughtfully before answering. "Yes."

"Really?"

"Lucifer is more powerful then you can understand but he's blinded by his hatred of humanity and the size of his ego. He's arrogant, doesn't view you as a legitimate threat and that's his weakness. He underestimates the lengths humans will go to survive." Crowley explained before popping the last nacho in his mouth. "And that's question time over darling."

Dean nibbled on what was left of his chips, swirling them around in the tomato sauce and patting his full stomach happily.

"Are you ready to go?" Dean asked quietly, not really sure how they progress from here.

"And where are we going?" Crowley teased, pushing his plate away.

"I assumed you were coming back to Bobby's with me." he admitted, cursing himself silently when he felt the blush rise to his cheeks.

"How dare you Mr Winchester! I'm not that kind of girl!"

Dean snorted so hard it hurt

"Come on then, let's go. I'll still have to burn my clothes and shower for an hour just to get rid of the stench of this place anyway." Crowley continued, standing up and straightening his suit.

Dean rolled his eyes and made a mental note to cut down on the eye rolling when he was around Crowley, it was starting to give him a headache. Standing up he payed the bill and feeling daring he placed a hand on the small of Crowley's back, guiding him out of the diner.

"Admit it, you had a good time." he pushed, nudging Crowley's shoulder playfully.

"I've had worse nights."

Crowley shivered in the cold night air and leaned against the Impala, thankful of his thick coat. Dean settled next to him, closer than necessary and confirming his suspicions. Dean wanted him.

Dean twisted to the side just as Crowley flipped him around and pinned him to the car. His hand shot up and he buried his fingers in Crowley's hair. Crowley's hand snaked up between them and cupped his cheek, rubbing his thumb in small circles.

"I'm giving you one chance to back out."

Dean breathed in the scent that was uniquely Crowley and tried to think straight through the haze of lust, Crowley's warm body pressed tight against him wasn't helping either. Making up his mind he tightened his grip on the demon's hair and pulled him into a crushing kiss. It was a rough kiss all tongue and teeth, biting and nipping.

Dean poured all his suppressed desire and need into the kiss, whimpering as Crowley plundered his mouth mercilessly and he was sure this was the best feeling in the world. Nothing had ever felt so right and so deliciously wrong at the same time. Their mouths moved together perfectly but eventually Dean had to pull away for air. He groaned when Crowley bit his bottom lip hard enough to sting.

"Fuck." he panted, pulling away just enough to separate their mouths but leaving their foreheads pressed together.

"If you ask nicely."

Crowley voice was even rougher than usual and it sent shivers down Dean's spine.

"What do you want Dean? I'll give you whatever you want, but you have to ask for it."

Dean stroked a hand down his neck before leaning down and mouthing light kisses across Crowley's jaw. "I want you to fuck me."

Crowley ran the pad of his thumb across Dean's the kiss swollen bottom lip, feeling himself shiver under his heated gaze. "It would be my pleasure pet."

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Well, there it is. I just thought id let everyone know that although most the time I don't reply to reviews, mainly because I always intend to but the internet distracts me. I really do appreciate all the feedback and it's really nice to know people enjoy my work. Thank you everyone and stay tuned for the next chapter.