Again a bit shorter, but pretty much content, I think :) ...
It's a little... different than the other chapters I would say... You'll see...

There was a job that she found later, a shapes shifter. It least a few days to get it, it was new for her to get the things alive, but she was successful. Anyway she was glad when she was back by Crowley.

Days passed, so did the weeks and Crowley's monster-prison slowly got fuller.
Fiona knew she wasn't the only one who was hunting for him. She never met the other hunters or the demons who worked for him, but she also didn't cared a lot.
Most of their time they spend together, she was there with him, he was in one of the motels with her, or they were in hell.
Sometimes when she was bored because he had to do work she went in one of the uncountable file rooms and read some records of lost souls. Sometimes she wondered how people could do those things she read, but sometimes she just shook her head about seemingly sins…
The seven deadly sins… sure, she was there as they got killed, but they were still present, at least one in everybody, she noticed.
"Crowley?" she asked him one day "Which of the seven deadly sins is the worst in me?"

"You want to hear one?" he chuckled "Lust." She nodded, also grinning slightly "What's not a bad thing, I mean…"

"Yeah, for you" she chuckled "That's because you're just so damn sexy" she let herself nearly fall into his arms. "And I love you" she added and interrupted his thoughts about what he should answer how cheesy that is with a kiss.

They were together for four months as he told her that Sam was also working for him.
Fiona shook her head as he did "Please tell me you're lying." She breathed.

"No, but –"

"Why?" she looked at him with wide, wet eyes "Crowley! Why didn't you tell me? Seriously! You, Sam, Dean, and Bobby, you're the only remaining part of my family and like it seems right now it's breaking away too! See, Dean has a new life, I could have been hunting with Sam for a long time, not on my own!" She tried hard not to start crying, not now. "When Sam finds out about that, what shall he think?"

"What shall he think?" Crowley glared at her "You seriously worry about that?" he shot back "And what shall he think when he finds out the little thing between you and me?" he scoffed.

"Huh, you're right, I cancel that 'little thing'! Bite me, you son of a bitch!" she bit her lip, felt how heavy the tears in her eyes got, but still held them back 'just don't blink now' she thought.

With wide eyes he stared at her. "You don't!" in his voice Fiona could hear a little shock.

"I do. I'm through with you. You know what everyone says 'Demons lie'-blah blah… I thought you were different, that you are seriously different. But right, I remember, Ruby has been different too, all of you are different, huh?" It was definite audibly how close to tears she was.

"I am not Ruby. And I didn't lie to you!"

"Oh no, you didn't, you just suppressed the facts, right?"

"Sam isn't really himself!" he finally said. Or yelled.

"Sam is Sam and he will always be Sam. You laid, demon! When we are at the topic: what's with Bobby's soul? 'I'll give it back' blah blah" she scoffed
"God, I've been so stupid! Crowley, I truly loved you, but that? Right now I wish I had never met you." She couldn't hold it back anymore, so she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I wasted the last four months of my life to be lied to."

Then she left the room and opened the door of her car where she could finally cry. It has been the first time in four months that she was crying.

Crowley still stood in the hotel room, staring at the closed door and listened to the well-known noises of Fiona's firebird. "Alright!" he shouted "Suit yourself! I don't need you!"

It was afternoon, but Fiona made a stop at the next bar, ordered a double whisky. "No scotch, just whisky." She added.

Crowley did pretty much the same. He was back in hell, sitting on his couch, drinking the booze right from the bottle. Worst thing about being a demon: he couldn't get drunk that quick.

Fiona could.
"Do you want to empty all our supplies?" the woman behind the bar asked "You don't look like someone who should drink that much."
"I can take more than you may think" Fiona answered with a little smile on her lips "Seriously."

"Shut up." Crowley hissed as he went along the line of waiting people and a demon asked him something that Crowley forgot before he could even finish the question. "I'm busy." He actually wasn't. In case he was pretty bored.

"Everyone lies from time to time…" the bartender said as Fiona told her the quick version of her story – left out a few demons, the devil and a bit hell, but it was still the story. "It's human."
"But what he said… or better what he didn't say…" Fiona muttered and shook her head. "But I don't need him."

Crowley threw the papers on which he was working to the ground "Why am I even doing this stuff?" he asked himself. It could do someone else. There were enough demons in hell to do the paper work of the government – from pretty much the whole world. There were more important things to do for him, he still needed to find purgatory.

Fiona looked out of the window of the motel room in which she stayed and went back to the reception, demanding a new room.
"Sorry, there's no other room free."
"Fuck." She muttered and went back to the room she had. Not that it was dirty or something, but she didn't like the view.

"Your daddy, you want to tell me where he is?" Crowley held a silver knife on a werewolf's throat "You know that I know that you know it."
"I don't!" the woman shouted "I don't know where he is!"
With one move the knife was deep in her body. He should have waited longer, but somehow he needed to do that.

"Don't do it!" Fiona yelled out of the window of the motel "Whatever you want, it's not worth it! Those demons are liars, all of them!"
There was a young man standing in the middle of the crossroad which she could see through the window. He looked around as if he was searching for something.
"Whatever you're talking about!" he shouted back and picked something he had seemed to search up a minute later.

"I want to know where freaking purgatory is!" the demon growled as he had the first alpha on his chair. Alpha changeling, Fiona and a few other demons had hunted it down. "Now tell me!"
"Why so upset? Troubles with your girlfriend?" The changeling asked.
"Luck for you I'll need you" he growled and left the room.

"Fiona?" It was Bobby on the phone "There's a case just fifty miles from you, they described a chupacabra."
"Sure it was no hellhound?" she muttered into the phone, again she had been drinking a bit too much.
"You ever saw a hellhound?" actually she did. She was a part of hell, not the way deal-victims were, but she was. That means she could also see through meat-suits of demons if she wanted, had seen Crowley's true form, but she never cared about that much.
"There are these impressions, someone has to have drawn it." Well, okay a chupacabra didn't even looked like hellhounds, but anyway.

"No, I don't need a chupacabra!" Crowley muttered as a demon who was working for him showed him an article. "Now get lost." He hated it when someone was in his room.
"Problems, king?"
"Not yours. Now get the hell out of here!"

Fiona had to run.
Her gun was empty and the chupacabra was after her.
She already had deep wounds, was glad that it hasn't been a werewolf. As she reached the car she needed to be quick to take another gun. But she managed it to shoot the thing. After she was done she burned the body, so that no rumors could come up.

But rumors came up in hell. Crowley was acting strange, and Fiona hasn't been around for a pretty long time. There had to be something with her.
Time for a few of his best employees to make a pass at him. He was the king, so it could only bring something good.

Fiona was fixing her wounds. Four long, deep scratches on her right arm, one, not so deep one on her cheek and neck, probably no scars would remain.
'Huh, other girls would do everything to have immaculate skin' she thought as she stood in front of a mirror, just in her panties and a top. She had the luck that she rarely got scars, but there were marks anyway. The most visible one was on her left shoulder blade, on her anti-possession tattoo. Well, it used to be one, but since Crowley has had his problems with it she had taken a knife and cut three deep lines through it. First she had asked him to do it, but he hadn't wanted to hurt her.
Quickly she looked away.

"Don't even try to convince me." He shot just a quick look at the female demon standing in his door. "Get out of here."
"Mhh, we both know that you want it." She purred. "And I know that you need it."
"I need anything than that" Crowley growled, but she came closer anyway.
"Remember as we made that deal, Crowley? I have been shy, I'm not anymore."
"Great." He said calmly before his voice turned into yelling "Then go and do your freaking job!"

"Fiona? It's Sam."
She just had woken up as her phone has rung.
"Sammy, hey!" she smiled.
"No, Sam." He said "I have a case, you wanna come with me?"
"Sure! I'm in –" she wanted to explain her location as he cut her off.
"Great. I'll send you the coordinates, come there then, okay?" Sam hung up and left Fiona frowning.

First she was just mad at Crowley because he hadn't told her about Sam, then she was mad at Sam because he acted like an asshole.

"Crowley!" she yelled as she was back from their hunt. She burst into his 'monster-prison' and slammed the door shut.

First he was quiet for a moment, tried to find the right words. "Don't slam the door, cutie" he said as his eyes met hers. "That makes a bad image…"

She ignored him and continued yelling "What the hell is wrong with Sam?"

"I don't know." He answered simply. "I did tell you that he was different, and what did you answer? 'Sam is Sam.' Blah blah."

"I thought he is!" she defended but didn't even think about talking quieter. "What did you do with him?"

"I did nothing. Ask the angel!" He placed his glass on the table and stood up. She just narrowed what made him sigh "I wouldn't lie to you and you know that, Fiona."

"You did." She answered and looked at the ground.

"I just didn't want you to see what became out of him!" He yelled back. She was still looking to the ground "You see how this ended! I know you! I knew that you couldn't stand his new personality, what Lucifer made out of him!" he sighed "I wanted the best for you Fiona, and you know that." He thought for a moment, then looked at his clock "It has been fifteen days for you, right?" she nodded. Fifteen days since their fight "For me it were nearly five years."
Fiona didn't look up "I didn't want to hurt you."

"You waited five years?" she asked silently and he nodded "And you still love me?"

Actually he didn't want to say it. He hated to talk about it, but he needed it when he wanted her back. And he did want her back. "Like the first day."
She started nodding slightly before she looked up, Crowley saw that the anger on her face changed into sadness. "Come on" he said.
Then she sighed and hugged him. As she looked up again he placed his lips on hers as she pushed hers against his he just shook his head.

"I missed you, demon." she whispered.

They stayed in hell for a few more hours, Fiona found out how damn good make-up sex was and Crowley showed her his loving side even before they got the idea for it.
As Fiona got dressed there was a knock on the door, with her permission Crowley opened the door and stared at the female demon who was after him. With one move she pushed him inside and wanted to kiss him as he slammed her against the wall. "I told you to do your job!" he yelled, then, within a few seconds she was dead. It looked exactly like when Sam had killed demons just with his mind. Fiona watched it skeptical "Pity, she was one of the best… She annoyed me since a few months. Wanted bit more attention et cetera."

"So you killed her." Fiona just nodded ironically.

"Really annoyed me" he corrected. "Wanted to rape me." He added "Since when are you defending demons?"

"I don't, just wondering. So you really hadn't had someone else?" She looked at him with big eyes, but smiling anyway.

"Who do you think I am? Charlie Sheen?"
Again Fiona just shook her head about him and decided to leave the last button of her blouse unbuttoned, when there were other demons after him she should remember him a little what she had.

WHAA, time pressure !
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