Well here it is. It's a long one but I needed a lot to happen in this chapter and it didn't feel right to cut it into two chapters. I hope you enjoy it and please remember to review. Thank you to everyone who's reviewed so far, it means so much to me that you like my story.

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Dean was silent the entire ride back to the motel, looking out the window and trying desperately not to start crying again. It had taken him twenty minutes to gather himself in the forest and he didn't want and repeat of that and he was sure Sam didn't want that either. He was sure the reason he was so emotional was due to the Manticore messing with his head and feelings. Well that and the soul crushing guilt resting on his shoulders. No matter how many times Sam said otherwise, he had cheated on Crowley, betrayed his trust and when he told Crowley; Dean wasn't sure he would be forgiven.

The sun was beginning to rise, turning the sky a golden orange when Dean dragged himself into the motel room. Before Sam could follow him inside he turned around and blocked the door.

"Can you um…. disappear for a few hours?" he asked softly, voice like gravel from crying.

Sam hesitated before nodded, knowing why Dean needed him gone for a bit. "Sure. I'll get another room."

He left Dean standing in the dark room alone and Dean watched as he headed to the check in office to rent another room before closing the door and staring at the dark beds. He sighed heavily and tried to breath around the lump in his throat that seemed to growing with each passing moment. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone, staring at the screen sadly. Closing his eyes he gather what courage he could and tapped on Crowley's number with growing dread.

'I need to talk to you.'

After their argument Dean wasn't even sure Crowley would answer or how pissed he'd be if he did. So he was surprised when the demon showed up not thirty seconds later in the middle of the still dark room.

The silence in room only served to make Dean even more uncomfortable.

"You still angry?" he asked hesitantly, not meeting Crowley's eyes.

"Angry doesn't even cover it." Crowley answered simply.

Dean nodded and continued to stare at the floor, shame drowning him

"What did you do Dean?" Crowley asked eventually when it became clear Dean wasn't going to speak.

Dean didn't bother asking him how Crowley knew he'd done something. He didn't have to, no one knew him better than Crowley, and the demon could read him like a book.

"Which conversation do you want to have first? Our argument or the other thing?" he asked hesitantly.

Crowley frowned, narrowing his eyes and watching him suspiciously. "What's the other thing?"

Dean's breathing hitched and although he'd practiced what he was going to say in the car,meh found the words catching in his throat. He suddenly wondered if it was possible to make Crowley angry enough to hurt him. No. Crowley wouldn't hurt him, not physically at least. He knew that without a doubt.

Crowley was still watching him closely and Dean knew he had to say something. He was an adult and he needed to act like one. Taking a deep breath he forced out the words that made him hate himself.

"I cheated."

His voice was barely above a whisper but there was no doubt Crowley heard him. The demon tensed and his eyes flashed with hurt before going completely blank. That look, that complete shut down made Dean's heart ache. Crowley had trusted him, trusted him in a way he'd never trusted anyone before and Dean had thrown it back in his face.

"Who is she?" the demon asked sharply, making Dean flinch.

"Wasn't a woman." Dean murmured softly.

Somehow that made it so much worse.

"A man? You let another man fuck you?"

"No!"

"So you fucked him?"

Dean wined at the hash words but the words were stuck in his throat. He simply shook his head and stared at the wall opposite his bed. Crowley's mouth twisted into a sneer and striding across the room he pulled Dean harshly up by his arm, forcing him to stand and face him.

"Look at me!" he roared, making Dean jump.

Crowley's grip on his arm was painful, strong fingers digging into his flesh and causing bruises.

"There was no fucking." Dean managed to choke out, finding his voice.

Crowley snarled and grabbed his face, holding his jaw firmly in place. "Did you kiss him?"

"No." Dean answered, shaking his head. "He kissed my neck and I... humped him." he explained, voice breaking.

"Why should I believe you?" Crowley demanded, not releasing his face.

"Because I've never lied to you. I'm not proud of what I've done, but I'm telling you the truth." Dean promised, silently begging him to believe him.

"Why Dean? Was it because we argued? Were you drunk? Why?"

Dean closed his eyes and tried to ignore the ache in his heart after hearing the hurt in his voice.

"No! I didn't do this to punish you for something and there isn't enough alcohol in America to make me unfaithful to you. It was the Manticore. He fucked with my head." Dean explained hurriedly.

"The Manticore?" Crowley blinked and looked at him like he was stupid.

"That's how it lures it victims. It fucks with your head, makes you think you're in love."

Crowley pulled away and glared at him accusingly. "Assuming I actually believe that crap; you knew all of that and you still went after it?"

"I thought I could fight it! I had before and I thought I could do it again. I fucked up, I fucked everything up and I'll never be able to explain how sorry I am."

The room was once again silent except this time it was Crowley avoiding eye contact.

"You swear you didn't fuck him?" he asked eventually, giving Dean hope. "If you lie to me Dean, I'll find out. You know I will."

"I swear."

Crowley moved back over to him and cupped his face; much gentler than he had the first time.

"You know if you were anyone else, I'd cut out your spleen and feed it to you. Why is it so easy to forgive you?" Crowley muttered, more to himself than Dean.

"You forgive me?"

"Promise you didn't fuck him?"

"Promise."

"You didn't kiss him?"

"I didn't."

"Than yes. Maybe not completely, not yet. But I will."

Dean let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Everything would be alright, Crowley forgave him. He wouldn't forgive himself for a long while but as long as he had Crowley it would be all right. Dean smiled sadly and moved forward, going in for a kiss but stopped as he realized that maybe Crowley wouldn't want to kiss him. Thankfully his fears were unfounded and Crowley captured his lips in a soft yet possessive kiss. Dean moaned into the kiss and pulled their bodies together. He knew they still had to have a conversation about their argument but that could wait until later.

Dean flinched when Crowley pushed him against the kitchen table but he said nothing, feeling like he deserved a bit of pain after what he'd done. Crowley smirk and pulled Dean's shirt over his head roughly and attacking the vulnerable skin with sharp teeth, biting and nipping. Dean gasped loudly and arched into the heated touch, desperate to erase the memory of Manson's touch from his body. Punishing teeth scraped across his collarbone, leaving red marks in their wake. A strong hand wrapped around the side of his neck and a well-paced thumb under his chin kept his neck exposed to every harsh bite.

With no warning Crowley reached down and popped the button of his jeans open, ripping his pants and boxers down before spinning him around and smashing the front of his body into the kitchen table hard enough to cause bruises.

Before he could protest, he yelped when his hair was griped roughly and his head pulled back.

"You are going to do exactly what I tell you to do. You belong to me and I think you need reminding of that fact." Crowley growled into his ear, biting his ear lobe hard enough to draw blood.

"Yes. I'm yours, whatever you want." Dean whimpered, arching back against the demon, body crying out for Crowley's touch.

Crowley growled and held Dean steady.

"Now don't be naughty." Crowley warned.

A strong hand came down on his exposed ass, the slap echoing through the room followed by Dean's yelp. Crowley had never spanked him before, he'd teased him about it but Dean had never thought he'd actually do it.

Before he could think more on the situation, two fingers were shoved near his mouth. "Suck."

Dean opened his mouth and greedily sucked in two fingers, coating them in as much saliva as he could, knowing exactly what they would be used for. He wet them as much as he could, knowing it would be the only preparation he'd get. Normally Crowley used three and large amounts of lube but Dean knew this was less about pleasure and more about Crowley marking his territory, dominating him.

"You're so good with your mouth baby, you were born to do this."

Crowley pulled the fingers out with a pop and in any other circumstances Dean would have been embarrassed at the obscene slurping noises he made. Dean screeched when he felt two slicked fingers roughly push him, the pleasure of having something inside nearly completely overwhelmed be the pain of the sudden intrusion.

"You're so tight." Crowley grunted, harshly preparing him

Dean whimpered when Crowley's fingers brushed against his prostate and giving him his first bit of pleasure since they'd started.

Dean moaned brokenly when Crowley ceased his movements and his fingers stood stationary inside him, causing him to clench and unclench around the demon's fingers encouraging him to move.

"Crowley." Dean whined.

"Who do you belong to Dean?" Crowley murmured, kneading the soft globes of Dean's ass harshly.

"Please." Dean whimpered again, coherent thought flying out the window.

"Who do you belong to Dean?" Crowley asked again, more aggressive this time spanked him again, putting more force behind it than the last one.

"You. Only ever you. You're the only one I want.," he whispered as pressing his face against the cold tabletop, trying to cool his feverish skin.

"Oh fuck!" he screeched, arching his back painfully when Crowley tore his fingers out and entered him in one thrust.

Dean could barely breath as pain spread throughout his ass and lower back. It felt like he was being torn in half, but he couldn't deny how much he was enjoying being completely owned by the demon.

Crowley didn't give him time to adjust to the sudden intrusion and thrust roughly into the amazing heat. Each harsh thrust bought a soft whimper from Dean as the force of the thrust crashed him into the table causing much needed friction to his cock. The pain of Crowley's quick intrusion was beginning to dull and the pleasure was spreading throughout his body and caused his cock to pulse.

"You're the one who can make me feel like this. The one who owns me completely." Dean muttered, not exactly sure what he was saying but judging by the strangled moan from Crowley, it was the right thing to say.

"Oh fuck yes!" Dean yelled when Crowley begun to hit his prostate head on, "There, there, there, oh fuck yes there!" Dean gasped out desperately.

Crowley smirked as Dean withered against him and he griped Dean's hips painfully tight in order to keep him still enough so he could hit his target.

"Please Crowley! I'm gonna cum." Dean begged, hissing through his teeth.

"Cum baby, cum for me." Crowley encouraged, speeding up his thrusts.

Dean pushed back into the demon, sending his cock deeper then Dean had thought possible.

"So close, so close." he murmured, feeling the pleasure coil in his stomach, "Almost, almost, oh fuck, Crowley!" Dean screamed, coming harder then he had done in a long time.

His cum splattered on the table and on his stomach, powerful waves of pleasure shooting throughout his body and his muscles tightened clenched around Crowley's cock. Slowly the pleasure receded and Dean slumped exhausted against the wall, panting heavily.

Crowley continued to impale Dean punishingly on his cock, the tightness slightly less as every muscle in Dean's body was jelly after the power of his orgasm. Dean moaned quietly as Crowley continued to thrust into his abused hole.

"I'm gonna fill you up, I'm gonna empty my cum so far into your ass you'll taste it." Crowley panted into Dean's ear, causing Dean to release a tired moan as his cock twitched in interest at the filthy words.

Dean could feel his balls begin to tighten and sped up his thrusts, enjoying the sound of his balls slapping against Dean's ass followed by Dean's half aroused whimpers.

"Fill me Crowley, fill me and make me yours." Dean begged, pushing Crowley over the edge and with a roar he emptied himself into his lover.

Dean hummed as Crowley's cum filled his ass, warmth spreading through his body and he squeezed his ass griping Crowley's cock and milking every last drop. With a grunt Crowley dropped his head onto Dean's shoulder, smirking when he slowly pulled out and the younger man whined at the loss.

Turning around, Dean wrapped his arms around Crowley's neck and buried his face in his chest, still recovering from his mind-blowing orgasm. Crowley wrapped his own arms around him and rested his chin on the top of Dean's head and both stood together in silence except for soft panting as they recovered and their heart rates returned to normal.

Dean shifted as the cum on his stomach began to dry and with a sleepy groan realised Crowley's cum had begun to leak out of his ass and was slowly dribbling down his leg.

"Jump up." Crowley whispered in his ear.

Dean didn't think and just wrapped his legs tightly around Crowley's waist, trusting Crowley to hold his full weight. He nuzzled into the demon's sweaty neck as he was carried to the bed. Crowley lay him down and followed him onto the bed, wrapping their bodies together and sinking into the mattress. This time the silence in the room wasn't unpleasant or stifling, it was comfortable and lazy, Dean enjoying having the heavy weight lifted from his conscience. Dean sighed and nuzzled his nose into Crowley's chest hair, basking in the feeling of the gentle hand drifting up and down his spine.

"I do forgive you Dean but if anything like this happens again; I don't care if you're drunk, I don't care if you're not in your right mind, I don't care if you're fucking hypnotized. If it happens again, I will leave you." Crowley warned him quietly, his hand never stopping its path along Dean's back.

"Why are you forgiving me this time? You don't believe in second chances." Dean asked despite himself. He craned his neck to look up at Crowley and rubbed a thumb along the demon's jaw.

Crowley looked down at him with a soft smile, "Because I…." he paused and Dean could see him battling with something. "…I care about you."

Dean let out a puff of air and smiled up at him, wriggling closer to Crowley. "You really can't say it, can you?"

"Does it need saying? Everything I've done for you, everything I'm willing to do for you, doesn't that show you how I feel?"

"Of course it does. But it would nice to hear it out loud." Dean admitted, before kissing Crowley's jaw and pulling away from him. He sat up and looked down at the demon who was cocking his head in confusion. "There are still some things we have to talk about."

"Are you going to apologize for acting recklessly?" Crowley asked once he'd understood what Dean was talking about.

"No."

"Then there's nothing to discuss."

Dean stared down at him in shock, mouth hanging open at the answer. "Really? Is that how this works? Doesn't matter if we have a difference of opinion because you're right and I'm wrong. That's bullshit and you know it."

"I am right! I told you not to go after the Manticore! I told you something would happen and I think we'll both agree that something did happen!" Crowley growled, leaning up on his elbows and frowning at Dean.

Dean rocked back and his face hardened like he'd been slapped. "Don't do that. Don't say you forgive me for something and then throw it back in my face to win an argument that has nothing to do with it. You had no idea what I might do with the Manticore. You just thought I'd die!"

"Just die? Dying is not a paper cut Dean! It is not a joke! Do have any idea what would happen to you if you died?" Crowley roared, shooting up and pushing his face close to Dean's.

"Yeah, I'd go to Hell. To you. Right?" Dean answered hesitantly, not sure of the answer.

"No Dean. Maybe a month ago, but not now. Raphael is pissed Dean and he wants you to suffer. If you die, he will take your soul before I can get to it. And although I would burn heaven to the ground to find you, I wouldn't. Not where he'd put you." Crowley wrapped his hand around the back of Dean's neck firmly and pressed their foreheads together. "Raphael would spend eternity carving into your soul like a Halloween pumpkin and there wouldn't be a damn thing I could do about it."

Dean closed at the demon's words and lifted a hand to cup Crowley's cheek. "I get why that scares you. It scares me too but I can't change who I am. And I think it's pretty shitty that you expect me to. When we first started dating you told me not to expect you to change, and I never have! Do you think I like washing blood out of your clothes? Do you think it doesn't bother me when you come home angry as all fuck and ignore me for days? Do you think I like coming downstairs and finding demons eating breakfast in my fucking kitchen? Trust me Crowley, you're not exactly a shinning beacon of perfection! But I have never asked you to be something you're not and I never would."

Crowley sighed and pressed his lips against Dean's softly. Dean's eyelids fluttered at the kiss and sunk into the touch, soaking in the comfort he received. The kiss wasn't passionate or demanding, there was no fighting for dominance; it was simple and soft, and one of the most perfect kisses Dean had ever experienced.

"Can we both agree that we handled it badly?" Crowley asked once they'd broken the kiss.

"That sounds good." Dean agreed with a crooked smile.

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"Where the fuck are we?" Sam muttered, scrunching his nose in disgust.

The building was massive from the outside and Sam got the feeling it was even bigger than it looked. It had the air about it that at one point it had been a decent place but years of neglect had made fall into disrepair. The windows were smashed and the walls peeling and stained with dirt, grim and mold. The place gave Sam a massive case of the creeps.

"It's a old mental institution. Abandoned in the fifties." Crowley explained, opening the door and gesturing for them to go inside.

Dean went inside without a word but Sam pulled a face before stepping hesitantly inside. They followed Crowley down a maze of corridors until they were both completely lost. Insides was just as disgusting as the outside and Sam found himself ignoring various suspicious stains on the floors and walls as they moved further into the building.

"What do you use this place for?" Dean asked curiously, looking around with wide eyes. "It has kind of a serial killer aura going on."

"Punishment mostly. Demons aren't really afraid of Hell and I needed to give them something to fear otherwise they might start getting dangerous ideas. It also comes in handy as a prison. Meg is in here, so are a number of other Lucifer loyalists." Crowley explained, guiding them into a room at the end of a corridor.

When they entered the room, Dean was surprised to see John standing in the middle of the room. After all the trouble over the last few days, Dean had completely forgotten that John was involved in all of it.

"What took you so long?" John grunted, crossing the room. "I've been waiting here for hours."

"Yes and he's been absolutely charming company." Crowley muttered, rolling his eyes in Dean's direction.

"Well hello to you to you to dad. Yes Sam and I are fine, thanks for asking." Dean answered, feeling his blood pressure spike just by being in the same room as John.

He noticed an elaborate drawing on the floor drawn in what Dean guessed to be blood. He didn't recognize the marks but he assumed it was the angel version of a demon trap. Crowley picked up a knife from a battered table and reached into a draw to pull out the jar of Manticore venom. Dean watched as he unscrewed the lid and poured the small amount of venom onto the knife.

"Will that be enough?" Dean asked, worried when he saw how little of the venom there actually was.

"It's not how much you have, it's what you do with it." Crowley muttered, spreading the venom across the knife with a cloth and being careful not to let any touch his skin. "Everyone spread out equally around the circle." He instructed, pointing where he wanted them to stand.

When they were in place, Crowley swallowed and took a breath. Dean knew from his tense posture, the demon was nervous and Dean couldn't blame him. No demon wanted to mess with angels, no matter how powerful the demon was and Raphael wasn't just an angel, he was an arch.

John moved away from the circle and Dean felt the hair on the back of neck stand up in warning. "What are you doing?" he asked, following John with his eyes.

John headed over to the table and picked up an old piece of tattered paper. "So this is the angel summoning?"

"Get back in the circle." Crowley answered, narrowing his eyes.

"No. I don't think I will."

Before Dean could react, John pulled a gun out of the back of his waistband and pointed it him.

"Hands where I can see them." John demanded.

Dean sighed and raised his hands, followed by Sam and Crowley.

"You didn't check if he had a gun?" Sam growled at Crowley.

"I didn't think he'd be that stupid!" Crowley grunted back before flicking a finger in John's direction.

Nothing happened.

Crowley frowned and flicked his fingers again, once more nothing happened and he narrowed his eyes at John.

John shrugged and used his spare hand to pull a necklace with a small wooden talisman attached. "Sorry, your Jedi powers aren't going to work on me. It pays to have friends in high places."

Crowley huffed and closed his eyes. "Fucking Winchesters." He muttered bitterly.

"Yeah, raging pains in the ass. I know." John shrugged. "Now, I have some business to attended to so you're all going to have to leave the room for a while. Don't worry though, it won't be for long."

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Dean sighed and looked around the grey walled cell. The room was even more disgusting than the rest of the building, Dean was pretty sure there was a decomposing finger in the corner. John had put locked him and Sam in two separate rooms but there was a small barred window near the roof and he could hear Sam pacing back and forward. For some reason he hadn't bothered putting him and Crowley in different rooms, probably because he still didn't view Crowley as a threat, a mistake the demon in question would make sure he regretted.

Usually he wasn't all that worried when something like this happened, he was an expert at pulling daring escapes out of his ass however this time felt different. This felt final. He couldn't help but think about his last discussion with Death. He'd been right, all the times Dean had died had taken the finality out of it; he'd come to think of it as a temporary thing. But not this time. Crowley was right, Raphael would kill him and put his soul where no one would find it.

"You wouldn't happen to have any last minute crazy plan would you?" Crowley asked suddenly.

"Nope. Not this time."

Dean sighed and shifted uncomfortably, the floor was freezing. They were sat side by side and leaning against the hard concrete wall.

"Dean?"

Dean looked up to where Sam's voice was drifting through barred window.

"Yeah Sammy?"

"We're going to die aren't we?"

"Looks that way Sam." Dean answered dully. No point in lying to him.

"Well then there's something I have to tell you."

"Sam can we not do this? I really don't want to do the whole last words thing." Dean cut in before Sam could continue.

"Just shut up and listen Dean. If I'm about to die, I'm going to say whatever I damn well please and you're going to listen to me."

Dean sighed but kept his mouth shut and leaned his head on Crowley's shoulder. "Go ahead Sam."

There was a long pause and Dean wondered if Sam had changed his mind.

"I know dad used to hit you when we were kids."

Sam's words hit the breath of his lungs; it was like a punch to the stomach. "How do you know that?"

"I was young Dean, not stupid. Dad would come home drunk and the next morning you'd be covered in bruises. Wasn't hard to figure out." Sam admitted, his voice barely audible through the window. "When you ended up in the hospital I told Bobby. He told dad if he ever touched you again, he'd put him in the ground himself."

Dean didn't know what to say and was more than grateful when Crowley wrapped a strong arm around his shoulders.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Figured if you wanted me to know you would have told me. Anything you want to admit to?"

Dean snorted but decided to go along with it. "Remember Jason Wilkerson?"

"My best friend from high school?" Sam guessed, unsure.

"Yeah. We had a thing." Dean admitted, feeling awkward at voicing a secret he'd kept quiet for over ten years.

"What kind of thing?" Sam asked, accusation clear in his voice.

"A sex thing."

"You fucked my best friend! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

If Dean had to guess he would say Sam was now standing right under he window and he sounded pissed.

"Wait…he was sixteen!" Sam said suddenly, sounding horrified.

"And?"

"And you were twenty-one you fucking pervert!"

"Oh please Sam, you make it sound like I lured him into a unmarked white van with candy." Dean snorted. "He came after me."

"Can you two shut up? This is not how I want to spend my last few hours." Crowley growled, rolling his eyes.

Sam huffed but remained quiet and moved away from the window.

"Anything you want to tell me before we die?" Dean asked, smirking up at Crowley.

"Sometimes when you piss me off; deliberately go against what I tell you to do, I fantasize about waiting for you to fall asleep and suffocating you with a pillow." Crowley admitted without hesitation.

Dean looked up at him in shock, mouth hanging open. "You fantasize about killing me?"

"Not all the time and I'd never actually go through with it." Crowley shrugged. "Don't look at me like that, after all this time you should know not ask me questions you don't want the answer to."

Dean closed his mouth and shook his head. He glanced up at the window and wondered how much Sam could actually hear and then decided he didn't care. He slipped out from under Crowley's arm and stood up before standing over Crowley's legs.

Dean smiled softly and lowered himself down onto Crowley's legs. He leaned forward and undid the buttons on Crowley's pants with practiced ease, pulling them down as far as he could.

"What are you doing Dean?" Crowley asked softly but made no effort to stop him.

Dean shrugged and pulled Crowley's boxers down. "If I'm going to die, I want to make love to you one last time."

When Crowley made no objection, Dean unzipped his jeans and wriggled out of them before kicking them across the room. He didn't bother with either of their shirts, they didn't have time to get dressed again after as Raphael or John could come in any minute. Crowley was only half hard so Dean reached forward and gripped his cock firmly, pumping him to full hardness.

They were so close Dean could feel Crowley's breath against his face and shivers wracked his body as desire coursed through him. It wasn't desire for sex or orgasm; it was simply the desire to feel close to Crowley. A need to feel connected and safe for one last time before an eternity of torment began.

He spat on his hand and lathered Crowley's cock with as much as he could, before gripping the demons shoulders tightly as he pulled himself up. Crowley's hands shot out and gripped his waist to keep him steady. He lowered himself down slowly on Crowley's cock, gasping at the painful burn of the barely lubricated entrance. His body shook as he was filled completely and settled down on Crowley's lap. He was on fire and he rested his head on Crowley's shoulder, rolling his hips in circles.

Crowley moaned wetly against his neck and gripped his hips tightly, fingers slipping against the sweat soaked skin. He sped up his thrusts and nibbled along Crowley's jaw. Crowley's hand left his hip and cupped his face tenderly, guiding their lips together and kissing him passionately. Dean groaned and kissed back wantonly. Crowley was filling him to the brim and his stomach was twisting as he neared his orgasm.

His hips jerked uncontrollably, his body shaking as unconditional love for the demon beneath him crashed over him like a wave. Crowley pressed their foreheads together and their eyes locked; green against flaming red, mouths open and breath mingling together. Their orgasms came slowly, building between them and washing over them like warm water. Crowley empty inside him and Dean exploding between their bodies. They both stilled as they shuddered through their orgasms, holding each other close and basking in the feel of the other.

Crowley cupped Dean's face and kissed him softly. He pulled away but kept their eyes locked together, eyes still burning red.

"Dean Winchester, I love you." Crowley's voice was rough like gravel and his words shook Dean to the core.

Dean let loose a shaky breath and his eyes filled with unshed tears. Oh God, this is real. This really is the end.

"I love you too." He whispered, closing his eyes and pushing his cheek into Crowley's hand. "I love you too."

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Yay! You have no idea how long I've been waiting to write that chapter. One more chapter and then its over. I hope everyone likes this chapter and I know Crowley telling Dean he loves him is out of character but I just had to have it happen. The last chapter will be up soon.