Haven't much to say... So, here we go with the third chapter :)
"Okay boys, make the best of it" Fiona squeezed her lips shut to a smile. "You'll call me, will you?" she asked Dean who nodded.
"If we survive this" he said with a chuckle of irony.
"Okay" she ran her fingers through her hair "See you Bobby" she smiled again "We'll hear us then"
"Just do me a favor and don't die, kid." Bobby answered.
"And uh, Cas, right?" she put a hand on Castiel's shoulder "just do your best, being human isn't all bad" as an answer the ex-angel nodded before Fiona turned to Sam "Thanks, for everything, Sammy" she hugged the way taller hunter with wet eyes.
"My name's –" Sam started, then cut himself short and just returned the hug. As he let go he saw her whipping her eyes quickly, so that no one could see that she was crying.
As she watched them driving off of the yard she got into her own car and burst into sobs. As she started the Firebird she just wanted to get away. As far as she could, as quick as she could.
She drove so long until Dean finally called at the next day, telling her that they won, that the apocalypse is stopped and that now he was the one who would change his life. As it got dark she just drove onto a field, opened the top and stared into the night while the radio played some old rock ballads. She hummed along and got sunk in her thoughts again.
"Missed me?"
Fiona's head spun around to find Crowley leaning against the car's trunk.
"Like hell" she rolled her eyes, admitted to herself that company wasn't all bad.
"Careful with your words… Hell's well… hell."
Fiona got out of the car and walked to Crowley. "Then I guess I just found the right phrase." A moment silence "Don't take it personally" she defended "Demon? – Hunter?" she pointed first at Crowley than at herself. She opened her trunk, put two glasses out "Drink?"
Crowley sighed. He's just been through this a few hours ago with Bobby Singer who wanted his soul back – unsuccessful. "Cancel that, you hunters don't drink my stuff."
"Hmm" she put one glass back into the trunk and searched for the already half-empty bottle of scotch. "Ah, there it is." She purred herself a glass, looked at Crowley again who now stood there with raised eyebrows, observing the well-known bottle in her hand. "Craig, dear." Then she chuckled "This stuff is older than me." Before she could put the bottle back into the car Crowley decided different and rolled his eyes at Fiona's smirk as she handed him the glass.
"I see, someone knows the good stuff?"
"Well, brought it with me from my last family gathering. The part of the family that isn't tortured and killed by demons – what are actually just some annoying… people." She glanced at him, remembered why she hated demons this much once again.
"Sure, sure" Crowley remembered "The Blend family with their only survivor, the oldest daughter Fiona, right?"
"Right." She growled. "My word's still relevant, I kill you when this is over."
"When what is over?" Crowley knew what she meant, when Bobby had his soul back, she glared at him. He held his hand up, in the other he had the drink, and shrugged "Well, let me put that straight: you would love to kill every demon hell accommodates, right?"
"You got it." Fiona nearly sunk in her glass as she took a long slug.
"Great." Crowley smirked. "Listen: I've been asking around the last hours, there are still demons who want the apocalypse back, those who are utterly in love with Lucifer. Our oh so lovely 'father' and 'creator'." He scoffed "And there are those who are little cleverer and changed sides."
"What's that for me?" Fiona frowned and ran a hand through her hair.
"Go ahead, kill every demon not on my side and we will be on good terms." He explained.
"And then my problem's solved and we all can live together in utterly peace and happiness?" she gave an ironical laugh. "Pink flowers and white pigeons in the sky, right? Listen: I don't know what's your point, but I suggest you just stop beating around the bush and explain it."
"Well…" Crowley shrugged "There's something I want badly, and I will get it, but you can help me get it easier. And then we can live 'all together in utterly peace and happiness'"
Fiona started being interested, then remembered who he was. What he was. "You won't get my soul, asshat."
"Now that sounds smug. I don't want your soul, sweetums, just your help."
"For what? What is it that you want so badly?" Fiona crossed her arms on her chest and stared into the night.
"Being the new king of hell."
Fiona chuckled "That's pretty cute, you know that?" she sighed "So 'Lucifer 2.0'? Still, what would it use to me?"
"They are demons, damn! They need someone with at least a little bit intelligence up here" he pointed at his head "Someone who tells them their way. Otherwise they will do whatever they want. So they have me, they won't make as much problems to you as now."
"Obvious…" Fiona muttered "Anyway, no. I won't help hell, I belong to the good guys, you know?"
"Fiona, Fiona, Fiona… You need to stop thinking about hell as a bad place." Crowley explained "Yeah, you're a hunter, I know, good girl blah, blah, but think about it: hell is needed, what would you do without hell?"
"Damn, people get tortured down there!"
"And that's the point!"
Fiona frowned "You want to tell me that's a good thing?" she poured more whisky into Crowley's glass, earning a little thanks.
"You need to see it from another angle. Here" He gave her a newspaper "read."
Fiona took out her flashlight and started reading.
'Children raped and killed by their own father' stood there as a headline. Frowning she went on. It told that a father raped and killed his two daughters at the age of 7 and 13. Fiona swallowed hard and gave the paper back to Crowley.
"Why?" Fiona whispered "Why does a father do that?" the article made her visible sad "That's inhuman…"
"But he was human" Crowley confirmed "That's not our work."
Fiona swallowed hard. "Is he still out there?"
"No, he's dead." Crowley shrugged "Downstairs in hell."
"Does he get what he deserves?"
"When you mean torture then yes." Triumphant Crowley nodded "You see? People who deserve torture go to hell and get it. Period."
"Dean deserved torture?"
"He chose it! He had a choice, no one treated him! No one treats anybody to make a deal!" Crowley yelled "So, what do you say?" Crowley totally calmed down again. It seemed to be something he did often. "You and me against those bastards, fix up hell?"
"I'll live? No small prints?"
"No small prints. You help me becoming king of hell and I promise you… whatever you want."
Fiona grinned, there wasn't really something she carved for, but Crowley had convinced her anyway. "I guess we have a deal."
"Great" Crowley chuckled satisfied. "So, a deal's a deal…"
Fiona stood up and rolled her eyes. "Sure, sure" then she felt Crowley's hand on the back of her head, grabbed his suit and pulled him a bit closer until his lips were just an inch away. Both of them hesitated before their lips met, first slowly, then a little harder, but still not as rough as Fiona expected. She put her hands around his neck, also she was the one who started to move her lips and finally turned it into a French kiss. Crowley was okay with that, she seemed to actually be a nice girl. Slightly chuckling he followed her a step backwards, so that she could lean against the car.
Fiona coughed herself really enjoying it, she didn't wanted the kiss to stop, actually she wanted more in the second she forced herself to pull back. She stared at him for a long, breathless moment, before he gave a new silent chuckle. "Not bad…" he muttered "nearly romantic. We can repeat that if you want." Crowley grinned again.
"Maybe another time" Fiona cleared her throat "Uh, well. Good to, um… make business with you, demon."
"Oh you're so heartless" he answered with a faked hurt look. "The pleasure is all mine."
"Huh. True." She expected the demon to disappear, but he didn't move. "Have a plan?"
"You need sleep and as soon as sun rises I'm back and we'll give those demons hell."
"New or old one?" Fiona chuckled and opened one of the Firebird's doors.
"New" Crowley turned around and started walking away. After she blinked one time he was gone and left her with her thoughts once again. She ran her tongue over her lower lip, grinned again and lay down, now with the car's top closed. After a few seconds she fell asleep.
Maybe Crowley wasn't all bad, she thought. He seemed to have a few good intentions, and for a demon he even was kinds funny. And she liked his meat suit.
In her dream she recalled the just happened.
Crowley stood outside the 68' Firebird, looking through the window. He wondered while she was smiling in her sleep, but needed to wake her anyway.
"Wake up, darling!" He yelled, now from the passenger seat.
Fiona started up and looked at him with wide eyes, whipping over her mouth and hoping her hair wasn't all messy. "What time –"
"8 in the morning. I said sunrise, that's an hour ago." Crowley frowned and watched Fiona getting slowly out of the car and back in on the driver's side.
"Mhh." She muttered "What 'bout 'good morning, Fiona'" lifting an eyebrow she turned the keys and started the car. "Hey, 'bout your timetable – I need breakfast, pretty soon, I haven't eat since… well, I don't know."
"Hurry."
At the next occasion she stopped and went outside "You come with me?" she asked and slammed the door shut as Crowley shook his head.
Fiona went on the toilet and fixed her hair and makeup – well, there wasn't a lot to do, but anyway. She ordered and got back to the parking Pontiac. "Fast enough?"
"Could be faster."
"Bite me."
"Next time."
Fiona ate while driving; she was slightly envious of Crowley for not having to take care of his metabolism, but thought there were other advantages being a human.
"Crowley, I can tell you it's shorter this way!" Fiona stroke the steering wheel hardly and looked at Crowley who still sat next to her and suggested to take another way.
"It's not. Guess who's here way longer than you."
"And? That doesn't mean anything!" Fiona jammed on the break, causing a honk from the car behind, but she ignored it. Then she opened the door, walked around the Firebird and tore open the passenger's door. "Get out." She glared at him "Now" Crowley didn't bother moving and just appeared behind her. "Don't do that in the middle of the street!"
"I can do whatever I want." He narrowed and felt Fiona pressing him keys into his hand.
"You drive." She dropped on the passenger seat "One scratch and I kill you."
"You said that several times." The engine started again and Fiona stared straight out of the window. If she'd had to stay honest then yes, Crowley's way was shorter than the one she had chosen.
As they arrived the sun was just going down down "They're in there" Crowley told.
The car stood, hidden behind bushes and a tree, near an abandoned house. Fiona and Crowley stood, also hidden, a bit closer.
"How do I kill them?"
Crowley rolled his eyes "I know you have it." Fiona narrowed "You think I'm stupid, don't you? The knife?" Fiona sighed and pulled Ruby's knife out of her shoe. They gave it to her before they left and Dean told her to keep it. "Problem solved?"
"What 'bout you?" Crowley gave a laugh, then he was gone "bastard." Fiona muttered. "I swear I will –"
"Kill him" the just vanished demon finished "I know."
"Where –"
"Hell. Brought someone with me." There came a growling sound from next to him "Oh, don't worry, he won't hurt you unless I don't tell him. So, stand there forever or are you coming."
"Bastard" Fiona repeated and followed Crowley and his – for her – invisible hellhound.
It didn't took a lot of time, the demons weren't prepared and Crowley's hellhound ripped them up like nothing, Fiona killed a few on her own – she was very good in hand-to-hand fighting – besides the fact that she got pinned against a wall twice and Crowley had to get her down, but all in all they weren't a bad team.
"Next time I'd like to see a little more of your action" Fiona muttered as they were on their way to the next motel. As an answer she got a scoffing laugh "Oh, yeah, such a high level demon as you are shouldn't make his designer suit dirty with blood." Then she started yelling "Hold on! There's a motel on the right!"
"Shut your trap for once, would you!" Crowley shot back.
"No, because this is my fucking car, and my fucking money to pay the fucking room, and my fucking decision where I'm gonna sleep!" Fiona crossed her arms, noticed that she should think about more adjectives, and leaned her head against the window "Crowley, please, I'm tired, I don't want to argue with you, not now, so please."
"If you want them to find you and rip your chest open while you're sleeping we can stop here." He shrugged "I consider you smart enough to take the right decision."
"Stop here." Fiona muttered. "I can take on a few demons, you know?" she gave a little, but tired smile. She slept just three hours last night, the night before that not at all. "I could even kick your ass right now."
"And I won't save yours." Anyway Crowley stopped and turned around to drive back to the motel.
"Thanks." Fiona took a deep breath and got out. "I'm just getting a few things from the trunk" with 'things' she meant salt, a flask with holy water and her bag with clothes.
Crowley thought for a moment, decided to be not the ass he usually was and stopped Fiona from walking away "Come on give me that" he pointed at one of her bags, the one with the salt and the rest of the most important weapons.
"Where's Crowley?" she chuckled silently "Sure you're alright?"
"Totally. And now give me the bag before I decide different." Fiona gave him a bright smile and reached him the bag with her clothes, the other one wouldn't be very pleasant for him to take.
The woman at the reception had to have thought that they'd be together. Fiona chuckled about that thought but stopped as Crowley gave her an annoyed gaze.
"Wonderful." She muttered as she entered the middleclass motel room "Huh, for one night it'll be enough."
So, i do really hope it's not too bad... I'm very self-aware and all...
It would be great to hear a few opinions so ... if you have a little time a review would be nice :D
And while I'm on it, thanks so far to Rashelle Fear :)