Longer, from time to time mabe a little cheesy chapter :P
Sometimes I just need to write that stuff, but I hope I'm still keeping Crowley in character...

The days went on. Their relationship got back to what it used to be – a mixture out of tenderly love and yelling at each other and Fiona didn't know if she should call Dean, but came to the decision that it was Sam's business, not hers.

The next case seemed to be a wraith, and it would be a pretty long drive for her.
"See ya then" Fiona stood next to the driver's door of her car "You sure you can't come with me?"

"You know the current situation…" she nodded. It was the first time since two weeks that she wouldn't be around him. Actually that was no problem, actually she wasn't like that, but on this day she didn't want to leave him.
It was one of those days on which she just felt depressed with no reason. Crowley noticed that, he even offered her to send someone else, but she had – obviously fake-smiling – answered that she would get out of practice.
"You sure you want to go, darling?" he asked for a last time, his hand on her upper arm and his eyes nearly looking right into her soul.

"No" again she gave him a smile "I have to"

He sighed. "Women."

This time she grinned really and went one more step closer to him. "We need to find purgatory, you know?" she closed her eyes and leaned forward to kiss him.
The way she did made him skeptical if he should let her go, or if he should even come with her. As much as he wanted he couldn't and he knew that Fiona never left things half-done.
"I should hurry, I need to be there before the hospital closes for me." She slightly bit down on her lower lip to hold the tears back. She didn't want to cry in front of him.

"No, not that!" he had a shocked expression on his face as he noticed the tears in her eyes.

"Sorry" she apologized "Just a little –" she whipped over her eyes, causing three things: her make uo blurred, she started crying even more and Crowley pulled her into a hug. He wasn't used to those situations and it seemed to be a good thing. "It's okay, really" she sobbed and stayed in his arms for a minute more. "I should really go…"

Crowley gave her a last quick kiss "Don't let anything near your brain, you understand?" she nodded "I give you five days, then I want you back." He added seriously and opened the door for him.

"Did I ever tell you how cute you are?" she chuckled while she closed the door and started the car. And before she drove off of the yard she looked back for a moment, seeing him looking to the ground with a deep frown on his face, then she drive around the corner and Crowley was out of view.

Fortunately Fiona managed it to arrive before sundown. She stood in the autopsy room of a hospital near Tacoma in front of Mister Wickham, a man in his late forties minus complete guts. The only interesting thing was that what has used to be a brain once.
"We can't explain the hole in his head" A young doctor said "or what happened to his brain" he added.
Fiona could. For a little check the hunter, dressed as FBI-agent, looked into a mirror. It wasn't the men next to her who was this wraith, she would have seen it.

The research kept her awake all night, three deaths in the last two weeks, seemingly no connections, besides the victims had been living pretty close to one another.
There was a young woman who has been working as insurance broker, no children, engaged. Then there was an old lady, huge family, not much money.
And finally Mister Wickham, who lived with his wife and their daughter in an apartment above a supermarket.
The next morning, after incredible two hours of sleeping, Fiona visited the three houses and found nothing interesting. A few messily written notes, shopping lists and receipts.
For a moment she stared at those things until she noticed that she had seen them before. The supermarket beneath Wickham's house… It could be a link, so she went to check it one day later – she needed to get food anyway. It was just a small shop, five employees, one of them pretty ugly through Fiona's mirror. Pretty wraith-ugly, she would say.
"Sorry, would you mind answering a few questions?" Fiona asked and showed her badge. He agreed and followed her outside into an alley where she was slammed against the wall immediately. "Whoa, little stormy, aren't we?" Fiona got up again "Seller, huh? Nice, but bad news: Gotcha!"

"And, what now, hunter? How do you want to kill me, huh?" The wraith slammed her against the wall once again, holding her up at her throat. "You seem a little helpless…"

"Well, maybe a little, but I'm not really afraid of dying you know?" Fiona explained "In your place I would be…" she went on, staring into the wraith's eyes and felt for the silver knife in her belt "There are a few information we need, about… you know … things." With a jerk she cut off his hand turned tabled with the 'seller', hammering his head against the wall until he was unconscious. "You will tell them to us." She added with a grin.
She hoped the trunk would be strong enough to keep him trapped, but was pretty sure it would.

'Got him. Back in 'round fifteen hours.'

She texted, waiting for an answer

'Hurry.' He just answered and she started driving even faster than she had done before.

She arrived early in the morning, something around 5am. Fiona took her phone and called Crowley.
"Howdy, sweetie, I give you exactly one guess who's standing right in front of your… uh… monster-prison-thing."

In the background Crowley heard how a door was slammed shut and he sighed "The most annoying person I know." He answered dryly and stood next to her seconds later.

"Wrong" she looked at him "Fiona Blend, your one and only, the only girl you truly love." She went over to the trunk "And I brought you something" she opened it and looked at the wraith, who was now conscious again. "Had a nice drive?" She asked, then looked back at the demon "Bad if one hand is missing? He was a bit… well… you know" Fiona shrugged and pushed the wraith over to Crowley "Bitchy".

"Fantastic" Crowley grinned brightly "meet me inside, door's open." As soon as he was there he was gone again, left Fiona sighing as she went to the door.

"You're welcome" she muttered, slightly shaking her head about her demon. As she entered the formal prison there were two demons she didn't know staring at her "Hey, easy guys!" she said as they came closer, knifes in their hands "Crowley?" she asked as they still came closer "Crowley!" she yelled.

"Don't touch a hair on the girl's head" suddenly he stood behind the other demons who stopped immediately and turned around "She belongs to me. Fiona, you're coming?"

"The king's lady friend, huh? Hot chick you got there." One of them smirked as they let her through and she followed Crowley.

Fiona looked around "I missed you." She finally said.

"Don't start that." He muttered.

"But I did" she sulked and looked to the ground. "And you're an asshole." She added with a frown. "Huh, right, you're not the kind of… of demon for that. You hate talking about feelings… you hate it when I tell you that I missed you, but you'd love to hear how awesome you are… you can be very romantic, but just when you're out of powers. But why am I here? Because you love me, or just because I love you and you want to hear how great you are? Because of a deal? What is it, Crowley?" she talked slowly, just barely looked at him and quickened her pace.

"Bitch." He growled, nearly running after her. "Of course I love you, darling. And of course I missed you."

The woman at his side showed a smile "I know." She stood in his way and looked at him through big eyes "Now, would you?" she questioned and finally he gave her a long kiss. Fiona still couldn't understand why her heart was beating this fast, how that all could happen, but on the other hand – she didn't regret anything. She was happy with him.
For Crowley it was the same, it sounded so darn ridicules, a demon in love, especially with a human, and then a hunter… But, well, he always was against this stereotype-stuff, so, why not?

"Better?" he asked and she nodded.

"Much." Fiona smiled and took her phone out, scrolling through the pictures. "You know what I do think?" she muttered "I think this angel… Cas? He seems to like you" she chuckled "And should I be hurt you don't have a single picture of me? After five months?"

"What are you talking about, woman?" Fiona turned the phone in her hand showing Crowley the picture she just looked at. "How the hell –" she just grinned and felt for his own cellphone. It was clearly there. He took it out and unlocked the screen "When did you change our phones?" he asked, audibly pissed "Fiona?"

She just chuckled on "Oh, I love it when you're angry" she put the phone back into her back pocket and leaned against the wall, so that he couldn't reach it "It makes you seem so… " She thought for a moment "so… wow" she slightly bit her lip for a moment – she knew what made her look nearly irresistible sexy "You're damn hot when you're in rage."

"Give me my phone!" he yelled and came closer to her.

"Mhh." She made a pitiful expression "I hit a wound point, didn't I?" she reached for him and stroke down his arm "What is that for? Awkward messages from other women? Numbers of certain sex hotlines in your contacts?" She slightly looked up, looking extra thoughtful "I guess I will have to take a look, hm?" it was hart for her not to laugh. "Or because I could worry about all those pictures of you kissing men?" Meanwhile Fiona had told him that she didn't liked it when he was making deals with women, and he haven't done it since then, if he was making deals what became a rare business for him since he was the king downstairs.

"Just. Give. It. Back." Just mentioned king growled.

"Or?"

He raised his eyebrows "Or I will make sure that a few of your hunter-friends will get copies of the surveillance video." He pointed up to a camera and she frowned.

"Fuck." She went away from the wall, took his hand and led his hand to her back pocket, leaning forward to kiss him again.

"I will never kiss you again!" he took the phone, but defended against the kiss.

"Not? What If I want to make a deal? My soul was damn pure until you stained it… If I say…" she stood close to him, just a few inches parted them "You get it, my soul, the usual ten years, I get bigger breasts?" she slightly touched his hand and lead it up her body "Come on, Crowley, my soul's crying for you."

"No." he answered "You look great how you are."

Fiona frowned "Who are you, Bruno Mars?" she knew that she had enough buts measurement, she also knew that Crowley was happy about this and really wouldn't change it, but she wanted to drive him up the wall, he needed him to get his goat. "What? No 'Do me a favor and shut up, bitch'" she scoffed in a perfect British accent. "I know, I know 'Don't talk like this to the king of hell'-blah blah"

"You seriously start to annoy me."

"Am I?" Fiona laughed "Cute." Less than a second later her back was crashed against the wall, so were Crowley's lips on hers. He held her chin up with his thump and pressed her head against the wall with the rest of his hand.

"Keep your teeth to yourself!" he hissed before his tongue met hers hardly. It was hard for both of them to get air, they could just take a few heavy breaths, her body heavily arching against his. Just as he wanted to disappear with her to a motel another demon stood in the hallway. A female meat suit this time.

"They arrived." She said.

"And?" Crowley let go of Fiona and turned to the demon.

She showed her black eyes "What shall we do with them?"

"Does just anyone of you listen to one word I say? Lock them!" he yelled "And now get lost, as you may see I am busy!"

Fiona, who leaned against the wall again sighed "Now, that was damn off turning." She ran her fingers through her hair and gave him just a light kiss. "Wanna tell me what she was talking about?"

"Alpha-ghoul." Crowley answered. "Now I need to show you something else, so if you would follow?" she just nodded silently and followed him to her car.

"'68 Pontiac Firebird, red, coupe. My car, and?" she said slightly confused.

"Get in, passenger's seat, I don't like you driving." Crowley ignored her muttering something about discrimination and clichés as always "Keys?" reluctant she held her hand with the keys out and he took them.

"Mind if I close my eyes for a moment? I hadn't had the possibility the last days." She took her jacket off and used it as a pillow.

"When are you not sleeping?" Crowley muttered, but was okay with it.

Fiona dreamed about Crowley. She dreamed of him, how he kissed her sweetly, nearly like it was one of those movies, those uncountable comedy-romances which all had the same storyline: two people get to know each other, they get together, break up, get together again, break up one more time and marry at the end.
She wouldn't break up with him. It's in the nature of him to act how he did sometimes. It was amazing how he could pitch a fit at one second and be totally calm in the next one again, but seeing him angry… sometimes it really turned her on.
Admitted, sometimes her behavior was similar to his, mostly, when he was yelling at her, she yelled back as long until none of them knew what the quarrel was actually about or even what they're saying.
Otherwise there were moments in which she wished he would just shut up for once and at least try to be a little bit more romantic.
So she came back to her dream. The two of them stood on a crossroad, how stereotyped, she turned around and stared right at Dean and Sam.
Well, the fact that it was a dream justified Sam's reunion with his brother, just as the new coat of paint on Dean's Impala – she always knew pink would fit to her.
It also justified that she didn't even questioned those things. The only think she was worrying about was that she seemed to be leaked out.

Perfect moment for a hard break. Fiona startles up and stared at him "A scratch, the tiniest hint of a scratch on my baby I kill you!" she hissed.

"You sound like Dean Winchester." Crowley answered "Had a nice dream?"

She thought for a second. "Had better ones before." She sat straight up and looked at him for a moment "Where are we driving to?" Fiona didn't get much more respond as a grin. She liked to see him grinning "So, you're trying to surprise me, huh?"

"Am I?"

"You know, if you wouldn't be driving… I would so…" she was gesticulating, but didn't get the right words. Crowley suggested she should do him a favor "Again? What's it?"

"Go back asleep, you're unbearable right now."

Fiona just gave one little chuckle, than smirked "Just with you." A look on the clock told her that it was already afternoon "When you don't tell me where we're driving to, would you at least tell me how long we'll be driving?"

Crowley also looked on the clock "Five hours, maybe more."

It led Fiona to the suggestion that he wanted to abduct her, Mexico maybe. The street signs told her different, it was pretty much the other direction. 'So, Canada.' She thought.
Because of Fiona's, in Crowley's words 'annoying human habits' they stopped at the next occasion. "I have legs!" she shouted as she got out of the seat "And I can move!"

The demon watched her narrowing "Right." He said "Then move in there, eat something et cetera, so that we can finally move on, I want to be there before sundown." He got out, this time finally like a normal person, and shoved her closer to the door "Hurry, would you?"
She didn't protested, actually she would, but somehow she wasn't in the mood for that. She did hurry, so that she was back quickly.
"Since when do you do anything I tell you?" Crowley muttered as she came around the corner. She didn't hear it, but she heard as he questioned if she was alright.

"I dreamed about you" she said at once "kinda unrealistic, but I did."

Crowley frowned slightly "I don't know if I should puke or tell you that this actually is cute." He was pretty sure something was wrong with her, or it was something that made him swear to never wake her up again.

"Second, please." She turned her head to him and watched him starting the car.

"Maybe a little." Crowley didn't even look at the woman who was, well, his girlfriend. "Anyways, they didn't put something in your food, did they?"

"Nope. I just decided you need more attention." She suppressed a laugh and observed his reaction, what, in this case, were slightly widened eyes and a side-look to her.

"Spare me." He answered "I get enough of your attention, seriously."

"I can also turn my attention to other men. Look, this one, over there" she pointed at a man who just passed by. "Maybe he wants my attention."

Crowley looked at him for a second "He's not your type." He said determined. On the question how he would know he answered that it was because he was flaxen-haired "And he had blue eyes. You don't like blue eyes." He added "All in one: not your type."

"But you are?" she took her sunglasses out and put them on.

"I, my favorite hunter girl, I am everything you ever wanted." It was pretty much one of the last really hot days, so that they could drive without the top. Fiona loved herself for deciding for the Firebird coupe instead of a '64 Cadillac hard top.

"Are you?" Fiona grinned. With the sunglasses he couldn't see that she was looking at him again.

"Yes." Her grin grew, but as she saw how serious his face was at once it faded. "What I don't understand is why?" she frowned and took the sunglasses off again and stared at him.

"You're joking.".

"No, seriously. You're a hunter. I'm a demon. Why me?"

"You didn't ask that, the cockiest man I know asked me why I love him." She smiled weakly "Sorry, but that's really, really cute. Oh damn, Crowley… Even if you don't like it: You started the 'talk about your feelings'-round." He didn't answer. "I won't psychoanalyze you… But I think you know what I mean when I say you're not quite what you seem to be." She thought now was the moment for him to protest, but he was just silent "Crap! Why shall I explain why I love you?" she sighed "I-I can't. It's not like I have a list or so to cross out characteristics and when everything fits you're the right. I just do." Crowley stopped the car. Meanwhile they were out of the town and there weren't much cars passing by. He stood next to her door, opened it and told her calmly to get out. So she did and looked into his eyes for a long moment. "All those months… For the first time in… I don't know how much years, I'm really happy, and not just for a few minutes, but the whole time." She smiled "I just love who you are, Crowley." She leaned against the car "Not what you are."
He took both of her hands and came very close to her lips.

"I love you, Fiona Blend" he wanted to close the gap between the two of them but she slightly leaned backwards. "What?"

"First: why?" he rolled his eyes and said that she was right, that you can't really tell what exactly it is. "Second: I love to hear that out of your mouth." He hasn't said it very often, two, maybe three times in five months, but when he did it always gave her chills.
Then she leaned forward again and let him do what he was about to do. He let go of her hand and put it on the side of her head. Her chestnut colored hair felt soft, she slightly leaned into his touch, her hands in his back pockets. It was just as it was in her dream, just without the crossroad and the pink Impala plus occupants. It were just Fiona and Crowley. Well, and the Firebird.
As he pulled away he took her in his arms for a moment. It was pretty much that what she wished for since she woke up from this dream and it was like he sensed that.
"Didn't you say something about you're in a hurry?" she leaned back again and looked in his eyes. She liked the color of them, well, it wasn't really his eye-color, but she liked to blank out those things.

"Actually yes. We'll make up for it." He shrugged and pushed a last kiss on her cheek before he finally let go of her.

"And now get back in the car and show me what you want to show me." He held the door open again, Fiona kinda liked it when he did that, and grinned at him.

"I thought you'd like that stuff" he muttered while he started the car again "You're the unromantic one in this relationship." Fiona just said that it depended – on what was different every day – and put her sunglasses on again.

They didn't make it in time, not actually. It was short before midnight as the red Firebird pulled up on a street outside a city in Michigan.
Crowley watched the clock turn to midnight, went out of the car, and to Fiona's door holding it open for her to get out.
She looked around, then at him "Where are we?"

"Later." He said for the probably thousands time this day – no, the first time that day since it was midnight. "Now, what date do we have?" Fiona thought about this for a minute before her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to day something. "Right. Happy Birthday, darling."

I had to devide this chapter into two, maybe even three, otherwise it would never end, but I thought this was a good line to end the chapter :)
If you have anything to tell me, maybe suggestions or things I could do better you can leave a review or sent me a private message :)