Like I already said a bit of time has passed by since the last chapter... And we're getting closer to the storyline of season 6, I would guess three chapters...

Fiona stood in the kitchen, washing the dishes and piping a Led zeppelin song as her phone rang. Narrowing she looked at the display and picked up "Dean?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's me. Fiona, we need to talk." It really was Dean.

"That sounds pretty –" she started, remembered that one cold October night as they finished their relationship.

"Sam's back." He interrupted. For a second she didn't know if she should tell him that she knew it or play the surprised one. "Fiona?"

"Uh… Y-yeah, well…" in the same moment Crowley appeared behind her. She turned around and immediately put her finger on her lips "Dean… I… I know." She finally said.

"Oh no, you too?" he muttered "Are you kidding me? Seriously, my brother – my brother – is brought back from Lucifer's cage and I am the last person on earth who doesn't know?" On the other end of the line Dean was just back home from his first hunt after a whole year. He tore his hair and sighed "How long?"

"How long what?"

"How long what?" Dean repeated annoyed "How long do you know?"

Fiona looked at Crowley "About… maybe… three months?" it has been longer, way longer. "Dean, cool down, okay? I would have told you, but Sam asked me not to" true. "Really I –"

"Sure." Now he sounded disappointed at once "You all just wanted me to lead a normal life, the life you thought would be best for me. Here's a little reminder: I'm grown up. I can decide over my live on my own." Then he hung up and left Fiona with a feeling of guilt.

"Dean found out about Sam." She said dryly, took the glass of scotch that Crowley just had purred in and downed it, placing it hard back on the table. "It's just a matter of time." She muttered while going to the couch "It will be catastrophically." She shook her head and dropped on the couch.

"What are you talking about?" Crowley followed her, but she ignored him.

"One thing will lead to another…" she went on "we will die."

"Fiona!" Crowley yelled "What the hell are you talking about?"

She looked at him with big eyes "About Dean…" she sat up and supported her head on her arms. "I know him damn well, he will hunt again. He will find it out, Crowley. Everything."

The demon raised his eyebrows. "He won't find anything out." he simply said and paused for a moment. "As long as you don't say something nobody finds out."

"I hope so…" Fiona muttered.

"Aside from that…" he slightly turned away, looking out of the door. "What are you afraid of?"

Fiona stood up and opened the door to the garden "Maybe they… uh… could kill you? And I would be next?" she rose her eyebrows "I don't want that."

Rolling his eyes he followed her outside "Of course you don't want that! I – I mean me neither… But you underestimate me… How long is it now?"

Fiona pulled her phone out to check the date "Eleven months." She smiled.

"Yeah, on earth... And when there's one thing you learned about me it should be not to underestimate the king of hell." He sat down on a wooden lawn chair, piped and had a stick in his hand one second later, when you could call it a stick, it was more like a branch.
Fiona watched him throwing it and how his hellhound ran after it.

"I would never." She sat down on the chair next to him "But I know them damn well." Crowley muttered something about too well, still referring to her relationship with the older Winchester brother. Fiona just grinned "Is there a little envy?" Crowley didn't answer "It's been five years!" he shrugged.
Meanwhile he had the stick-slash-branch back just to throw it again. Fiona stood up and went behind him, put her hands on his shoulders and bent down to his ear "Don't be… You're the only one for me."

"Shut up." The demon muttered. "I know."

Fiona chuckled as Crowley's hellhound brought the stick back "I'm glad we have no neighbors." Thinking about the gazes they would shoot at them "Anyway… Now that Dean knows Sam's alive… What is it that you're about to do?" Still with her hands on his shoulders Fiona started to massage him.

"You have no idea how much I need that right now." He commented gratefully. "What I'm about to do? Nothing." Fiona frowned "See… Dean goes back hunting he does it with Sam and their grandpa. Means they will keep hunting the monsters for me."

"Without even knowing…" Fiona added. "Your thing. Maybe I will go with them on a few hunts…" she thought loudly.

"If you want…" Fiona meant that it wasn't a question, got as an answer that he didn't care if it was or not and just shook her head. "But for the next days you stay here. I set you free for… let's say the next two weeks."

"Yes of course, and you do your 'King-of-Hell-stuff' all the time." She was totally determined that he needed those free days way more than she did "You think I don't see how whacked you are, right?"

"I don't have a clue what you're talking about." Crowley protested "I'm doing well."

With her hands Fiona moved a little bit deeper causing him to take in a sharp breath. "Of course." she nodded ironically "Crowley, don't take me for a fool, I know you meanwhile."
For a moment she waited for an answer, than suggested that she should hit the road immediately to visit Dean.

"No, you don't." he said

"I seriously –"

"–Should stay here. Yes." He finished her sentence.

"But I could –"

"They will do fine without you." Crowley spoke louder to stop her again "You just came back from a hunt."

"That was yesterday. I used to set out from one hunt to the next…" she considered.

"Yeah, that was before us." He interposed what seemed to be quite a point to her. He stood up and let her wrap her arms around his neck "That's what I've been waiting for." Crowley admitted and showed her a slight grin while he watched how her hand ran down his chest until it rested there.

"Me too…" she pulled him a little closer, so that he nearly felt her talking. Taking it as a rhetorical question Crowley didn't answered. "Well, then…" she let go of him and turned around and went towards the door. "Drink?" she chuckled to herself.

"I hate it when you do that!" Crowley yelled. Fiona just enjoyed teasing him from time to time. "And you say I'm killing the moments time after time!" he added.

"You had time enough, my love!" she purred, took his scotch and mixed his favorite drink. Then she went back outside, where he was sitting on the chair again, arms crossed before his chest. "Why so touchy today, hm?" She placed the glass on the table and kissed him, this time really. As he didn't kissed back she pulled away sulking "Come on, don't be so" she tried it again and this time both of them got what they wanted. "Crowley?" she asked as she sat on his lap, reached him the glass again and let him put his arm around her. "You're making me the happiest woman on this planet, every day, you know that?"

He frowned and looked at her "Yes." He muttered. "You're pretty strange today."

"No, not me. Now would you start talking? What's bothering you?"

"They just don't talk!" he said finally "I just don't find a way to make to make them." It was silence between the two of them for a few moments before Crowley took a deep breath "I don't ask for much, Fiona, you know that, but help me. Please."

Slightly overwhelmed with his please she looked to the ground. They've been through this a few times, Fiona actually didn't want to get involved in his torturing plans. "I… Let me take counsel with my pillow, okay?" he agreed and another idea piped up in Fiona's head "You still seem pretty tensed, love… what about I will go upstairs, draw us a bath and you just relax for the next few hours? It's getting cold outside anyway."

"Did I ever tell you about how good your ideas are?"

Slightly chuckling Fiona went upstairs.
She really had a knack for making things romantic and from time to time she just needed to prove it to him.
Actually they couldn't be with, nor without each other, but being with each other seemed to be the lesser of both evils. Sometimes Fiona was still wondering why exactly she felt so attached to him, but then on the other hand she didn't cared, because she just did and he was what made her happy.
For Crowley there often was nothing better than coming home and seeing that she was finally back from a hunt. And Fiona couldn't imagine something that made her happier than pulling up into their street and knowing that there was someone home, waiting for her, or at least that he would be back soon.
Within the months they had come very close to each other, it was the first time Crowley trusted someone more than even himself and Fiona had found something like a family in him.
Of course they also had quarrels, a lot of them actually, sometimes just small ones, like when Fiona was just teasing him, but also bigger ones, like once as Crowley had found old photos from Fiona from the time as she has been with Dean.

But days like this were days that Fiona loved the most. It was kinda all these things in one: she had come home from a hunt, it was the first time they had seen each other since a week, and then she could have a kinda romantic evening with him. She had also discovered that that was possible, even without making it before, when she hit the right spot. This bath, mixed with his obvious horrible day was the right spot.

She had tied her hair up into a messy bun and leaned backwards against his chest now. Crowley stroked down her side, the warm water made her skin feel even softer as it usually did. "Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?" He asked.

"A few times. Mainly as I was necked." She answered, trying to hide her grin "But thank you."
Even if the tub was pretty full she let the water run. Fiona had always liked its sound.

"And I love you." He added what made her totally buffed. It was something he still hasn't said often, but Fiona didn't want to hear it more often, she was afraid the words would lost their magic if if she would.

"I have two Ideas what your point is…" Fiona muttered.

"What's the second one?" Crowley chuckled silently.

"Sex."

He rolled her eyes, she didn't saw it, but she guessed he did. "And the first thing?"

"My help."

"Two wrong guesses, new candidate, please." She slightly turned so that she could kiss him "This is getting closer." He answered.

"Then tell me, what's your point?"

"I don't have one." He leaned his head back and looked at the ceiling. They had a huge and really beautiful bathroom. If Crowley would have bought the house it would be one of the points for its expensive price. The bathtub alone seemed pretty expensive, it was actually large enough for Fiona to lie next to him, but she found it more comfortable on that way. Also it had a whirlpool-function which they turned on. "You brought back a side of me that I have lost a really long time ago."

She knew how much he hated to talk about that, and that he did, without a real reason made her very happy. "I love you too, Crowley" she whispered back

As they got out of the tub an hour later Fiona just changed into panties and a top, then she nearly forced Crowley to wear something more comfortable.
She searched herself a bag of gummy bears – went without chips since there was too much salt on it – mixed two drinks – since the latest Crowley started putting antacids in it, he really wasn't doing well – got a blanket and cuddled up to him on the couch. They zapped a bit through TV, watched one or two movies until she fell asleep in his arms.

"Fiona" Crowley muttered in her ear. Actually he'd like to let her sleep, but it was late, nearly 12pm. "Fiona" he repeated "Time to wake up, darling" he covered her lips with his own for a moment and felt how she smiled a little. "And then the whole castle woke up too." He quoted.

"Sleeping Beauty? Seriously?" Fiona asked on what Crowley just shrugged "I heard the prince raped her in the original version." She added.

"I would never!" He defended.

"Pity." Fiona chuckled and moved "Morning, love" she said and stood up completely, taking the empty glasses into the kitchen, then went to get a pile of newspapers. One of them she handed Crowley, then started searching for cases.

He chuckled slightly "Time's up" he muttered as he read a headline, saying a local politician, pretty successful was found dead in his house. Fiona narrowed at him "What? He deserved it."

"This could be something." Fiona pointed at an article "Texas… could be a long drive."

"I'll call someone else." He commented. "I told you you stay here."

Fiona nodded "I thought a little bit that night…"

"A bit? I'm impressed, that's more than usual."

"Why so nice?" Fiona sighed "I - I will help you to find something to… to hurt the creatures." She pressed her lips together and nodded.

Crowley smirked. "Perfect!" He put the newspaper away and looked at her "So, I suggest I take you with me later?"

"No, because you stay. We talked yesterday, didn't we?" He wanted to protest "No, you stay here. You take at least three days off, if not there's enough salt in the basement to cover every single door, window or… or air shaft in the whole freaking house!"

"You're starting to get loud again, sweetheart." He said calmly.

"I'm starting to worry about you. You'll work yourself to death."

The demon narrowed slightly "I already am, you forgot?"

"That's even worse." Fiona said "Do me this favor, okay?"

"So… I take a day –"

"Three days" Fiona corrected.

"Two days." Crowley said.

"Five." She proposed.

Crowley crossed his arms. "Two and a half"

"Four and you schedule the next hours." She added a little grin and bit down on her lower lip.

"Not bad… But it's pretty important to me to find purgatory soon…" he said thoughtful. "Two."

"Three days, my help, your scheduling plus blowjob." Fiona shot back.

Crowley looked at her with slightly widened eyes. "Got me."
She grinned and leaned over to kiss him. He was the one who turned the whole thing into a heated French kiss.

"Too bad you're not a demon… I could imagine a great job for you." He chuckled silently, without really pulling away. "Since Lilith is dead and I'm busy with other things…"

She silenced him as she picked the kiss up again and let him push her on her back. She pulled him closer to her. "Now or later?" Fiona whispered.

"Later." He answered and stroked her hair out of her face. "So, what did you plan for the next three days?"

"Whatever you want – besides everything that has anything to do with monsters or demons or hell or deals." She smiled at him, knowing that was pretty much everything he usually did, well, besides the things they did together.
He considered for a moment as his phone rang. As he wanted to pick up Fiona grabbed it.
"Sorry, Amon, the king's busy." She said "What's the matter?"

For a moment there was silence at the other end "He's busy with what?" he sounded as if he was grinning.

"Nothing that should concern you." She answered harshly "So, you're calling for what?"

"Nothing that should concern you." The demon answered, repeating her words. "I want to talk to Crowley."

"Yeah, that's probably the the reason you called him. But like I said: he is busy, you stupid git! So, shall I tell him something?" she asked.

Sighing at the other end "Just tell him Daphne's gone. Probably one of you hunter friends." Then he hung up. Fiona told Crowley what Amon had said, but didn't really care about it.
Both of the demons, Daphne and Amon were two of these, who had something against their relationship, mainly because she was a human and they thought a demon shouldn't have a girlfriend.

"I should –" Crowley started.

Fiona shook her head "No you stay here." She supported on her elbows and gave him a long look.

"All right."

Fiona smiled and picked up where they left off before the call once again.

In the same moment Samuel Campbell, Sam and Dean's also-raised-from-the-death-grandpa arrived at Crowley's monster prison. With him he had the djinn that he, with the help of his family, just caught.
"Where is Crowley?" he asked.

"We don't know" Amon growled and watched how Samuel took out his phone. He still didn't really know how to use it, but he was sure it was a good device. "Don't even try it. 'The king is busy'" the demon scoffed in a girlish voice.

Samuel frowned "With?"

"Banging his girlfriend, probably." Amon answered with a smirk. "Give her to me." He pointed at the djinn and Samuel handed her to him, skeptical, but he needed to keep his part of the deal.

In Cicero Dean had just told Lisa that he had found another house, also in Michigan, not too far away from where Fiona and Crowley had their house. Of cause he hadn't had a clue of that.
Dean had convinced them, had told them that it all was just for their safety, and that they needed to trust him in this as they were packing all their stuff into cartons.

Again I didn't have a clue where to end this...
A lot of beating around the bush in this one, but I'm looking foreward for writing Bobby, Dean and Sam (and I hope I can do that oO)
Thanks for reading and if you like it a review would be great! :)