So here it is, please enjoy. I know this chapter took a bit longer to write then the others and that's mainly because I could decide where to end it. And I promise things will start moving along more in the next chapter. Please remember to review.

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Dean woke slowly as the sunlight shown through the windows and he squinted as the light made him see stars. Rolling over, his eyes snapped open when he touched the cold, empty space where Crowley should have been and he couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed at his absence.

Rolling over on to his back, he stretched languidly and sighed happily when his shoulder popped. Crowley might not be here but that didn't hamper the feeling of utter contentment that made his problems seem far and away and muscles feel like jelly. He'd forgotten how relaxed a night of satisfying sex made him.

However, what he wasn't too fond of was the dried cum on his legs and stomach. Scrunching his nose in disgust at the flaking cum he kicked off the blanket and slipped out of bed, standing on shaky legs. it was only then he noticed the packet of wet wipes and a note on the bedside table. Dean snorted and tried to deny the fizz of happiness at Crowley's small act of care. he slipped the note out from under the wet wipes and smiled at the neat writing.

Sorry pet, something came up.
xx C

Smiling again he threw the packet on the bed, the thought was nice but at this point only hot water and soap would do the job. Padding into the bathroom he stepped into the shower and made the water as hot as he could handle. It took his nearly twenty minutes to clean the cum out of his ass and he spent the entire time cursing Crowley.

Next time they'd definitely be using a condom, it would make it much easier to clean up afterwards and he wouldn't have to awkwardly shove a soapy finger up his own ass. When he was finally cum free he scrubbed the rest of his body until his skin was pink, he was terrified of Sam or Bobby smelling sex on him. Getting out of the shower he walked past the bathroom mirror and froze when something caught his eye.

Blinking slowly he took a few steps back until he was level with the mirror and turned to face it head on. Staring in horror at his reflection he gently touched the three massive hickey's decorating his collarbone.

"Son of a bitch!" he whispered harshly.

What had Crowley been thinking? What if Dean hadn't seen them when he did? Did Crowley want to give Sam a brain aneurism?
Sighing angrily he left the bathroom and pulled on a worn band shirt and a pair of track pants. Why bother getting dressed when he was just going to spend all day in Bobby's library?

Dean groaned as he realised he'd have to come up with a way to let Bobby know the devil was in Detroit without it being suspicious. He picked up Crowley's note from the bed and stashed it in his duffle before making his way downstairs to the kitchen. Sam and Bobby would be awake by now and hopefully Sam had cooled down and if he was really lucky, Cas would have ended his pity party and was ready to be useful.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs he paused and sniffed the air suspiciously. he would swear he could smell pancakes. He shuffled into the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of Sam humming to himself while flipping pancakes and from the massive pile of pancakes on a plate he'd been doing it for a while. He Frowned in confusion and glanced over at Bobby who was standing on the other side of the room with his arms crossed, looking just as confused as Dean. Dean raised a questioning eyebrow and Bobby responded with a shrug.

"Uhhhh, Sammy?" Dean murmured hesitantly.

Sam spun around and greeted Dean with a shaky smile.

"You're up." he sliding the pancake from the pan and onto the pile with the rest.

"Whatcha doing?" Dean asked, trying not to sound as freaked out as he was.

Sam seemed to deflate and he put the pan on the counter, staring at his feet like a kicked puppy.

"They're for you." he muttered, pushing the pile towards Dean. "They're to apologise for acting like a dick."

"Thank you Sam." Dean chocked out, not really sure what to say.

"I was a total dick, I shouldn't have accused you of messing around with Crowley, I know you'd never do that. After all you I went through with Ruby and the trouble it's caused I should have realised you'd know better than anyone the trouble demon's cause, you're smarter than that."

Dean smiled as best he could while his heart was trying to crawl its way out of his chest and feeling like the worst person in the world. He couldn't believe he had to listen to Sam's apology while still feeling Crowley's phantom touch on his skin. "I appreciate that Sam, I know how stressed out you've been lately."

Dean had never hated himself more than he did at that moment.

"Right well, if this touching moment is over can we get back to saving the world?"

Dean rolled his eyes and bit into a pancake sullenly. He would need to find some way to prove Lucifer was in Detroit, while spending the entire time thinking of he night before. It was going to be a long day and he was slightly jealous of Crowley. Whatever the demon was doing, it had to be better then this.

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Crowley would rather be anywhere other then here. He stared at the run down trailer that he had been reduced to living in. It was still early in the morning and the trailer park was relativity empty, everyone still in bed and Crowley scowled at the thought. Right now he should be in middle of round two with Dean, but no, instead he'd been informed of someone breaking into his trailer.

Over the last few months he had become very adapt at protection and security spells and as soon as someone other than him had entered his trailer, he knew. Sighing irritably he walked over to the trailer and pushed the door open silently. Slipping into the tiny room, he could help but reflect on how far his standards had dropped.

Scanning the room his almost immediately noticed the intruder. It was a young girl, no older than six, shoulder length brown hair and wearing a light blue sundress and white shoes. Her back was turned to him and she was currently riffling through his suitcase. Without taking his eyes of her Crowley reached into the couch cushion and pulled out a crowbar.

Granted it wasn't the best weapon but it would do the job adequately. She still hadn't seen him which made it easy for him to sneak up behind her, swing the crowbar back and bringing it down on the side of her head and knocking her out cold. She crumpled to the ground with a thump.

Crowley stared down at the limp body of the child and kicked her over onto her back. Blood was already matting her dark hair and her face was lax, the picture of innocence. But he could see her true face, the face of the demon inside.
"Christine. What a surprise."

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Crowley leaned against the wall and sipped at a glass of his favourite whiskey. This warehouse really was the best place for what he intended to do, it was a long ago closed down industrial area with no inhabitants for miles around. It had taken his a while to find the perfect spot and hours to cover the building in demon and angel wards but it was worth it.

Tucking a hand in his pocket he turned his attention to the figure in the middle of the room, strapped down to an old wooden chair. He stood by his earlier assessment, the child couldn't be anymore than six years old, although draped across the chair unconscious she looked younger.

Blood from the head wound cover half her face and Crowley was surprised at Christine's choice of meat suit. Sure children had their benefits, no one suspected a child after all but they were ultimately more trouble then they were worth. Too many questions were asked about the absence of a child or of one travelling alone. Crowley checked the leather bonds etched with binding symbols once more.

Keeping Christine alive was dangerous but he had to know how she had found him and any news on Lucifer. Not too long ago she had been one of his crossroad demons and he had no doubt Lucifer had sent her. He was alerted to her awakening by the fluttering of her eyelashes and quickened breathing.

"Finally. I thought you'd sleep through all the fun." he teased, pushing himself off the wall and stalking towards her.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world baby."

Crowley sent her a cocky smile and rolled over a metal table full of all his knifes and enjoyed the simplicity of what he was about to do.

"So. Are you going to tell me what I want to know or are we going to do this the fun way?" Crowley asked, picking up his favourite knife and admiring the way the light hit the blade.

"You won't hurt me." Christine said with such certainty it made Crowley pause and blink.

"What could possibly have given you that idea?" he asked, pulling a face.

"Everyone knows you've gone soft. Spending all your time with the Winchester boys. I chose this body for a reason, this girl is so young and innocent, all she wants is to go back to her mummy and daddy." Christine sneered, hate and contempt clouding the child's face.

"I'm still not sure what the point is."

"You'll kill her before you get me to talk, what would your precious Winchesters say then? You don't have it in you anymore."

Crowley rolled his eyes and kneeled down in front of her, pressing the tip of his knife into her neck hard enough to draw blood. "You're stupider than I thought."

"And you're nothing but a tamed pet, slumming it with the humans." Christine bit back, wincing when Crowley pushed the blade deeper into her skin.

He looked around the warehouse with a shrug. "I'll admit, times are hard but I like to think of it as a opportunity to exercise my creativity. And trust me, I am very creative." Crowley answered with a smirk and slicing open her flesh in a long line from cheek to collarbone.

"You know what? I think I might let little Ashleigh take over the reins for a bit. See it you've got what it takes when she begging for her life."

Christine closed her eyes and slumped in the chair for a moment before her eyes snapped open, shinning with fear and tears.

"Please don't hurt me!" she begged, body shaking with sobs.

Crowley sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose tightly. "Let me guess, Ashleigh?" he didn't have time for this.

"How do you know my name? Please, I want to go home!"

Ashleigh was so scared her body was shaking violently and tears streamed freely down her face, eyes red and puffy.
He pulled a face, this was why he hated children. They were so needy.

"Please! My name is Ashleigh, I'm six and I have a mum and dad and dog and I want to go home! I promise I won't tell, I promise! Just let me go! Let me go!"

Crowley cut her off with a hard slap, splitting her lip and snapped her head to one side. He hit her so hard she would have flown off the chair if she wasn't strapped down.

"Shut up." Crowley ordered coldly.

Ashleigh whimpered but didn't say another word and stared down at her lap, sobbing quietly.

"There, now. That's not too hard is it?" he said soothingly, reaching up and tucking a strand of blood mattered hair behind her ear.

"Why are you doing this?" she whispered, flinching at his touch and obviously afraid of being hit again.

"Because sweetheart, there's a hell spawn inside you that has certain information I want and I make it a habit to get what I want. So rather

unfortunately for you, if I have to carve the answers out of your flesh, I will."

This started more uncontrollable sobbing. "I'm going to die aren't I?" she whispered.

Sighing once more Crowley stood up and gripped his knife tightly. He couldn't help but feel jealous of Dean, whatever he was doing had to better than this.

"Yes. But if you're lucky, you'll die quickly."

Without hesitation he made the first slice and drew forth ear splitting shrieks of pain and pleading.

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There we go, chapter 5. I promise the next chapter Lucifer will be involved and things will move along a little more. I just thought I needed to do this chapter because myself and some readers had expressed concerns that Crowley wasn't really demonic enough and I needed to show exactly what he was capable of. I felt really quite icky about writing the torture of a little girl so I made her into a young me. Anyway, enough babbling. I hope you enjoyed it and please review.