Sorry for the long time with no updates :/ I've been really busy the last few days, but here's finally a new chapter :))
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Fiona shook her head. "Mhh." Protesting she wrapped her arms around Crowley. The three days had passed by far too quickly.
"Would you let go of me? We still need to find a little Purgatory, remember?" he gave her an intense look until she nodded.
She sighed "I'll come by car, okay?" he agreed and watched her taking on her cargo jacket. "I'm there around this afternoon…" Crowley nodded, put his hand on her cheek and gave her a long, tenderly kiss before he was gone. Then Fiona took her keys and went out of the door, a bright smile on her face.
Six hours later she parked her car near were Crowley kept 'his' monsters.
As she went through the doors the demons inside still gave her skeptical looks. They knew who she was and that she had the knife.
"Where's Crowley?" She asked, watching their black flashing eyes. "Very impressive, guys. Now, would you tell me?"
They led her through the hallways until they reached a door and told her he was in there.
"Guess who's here." She grinned at Crowley as she entered the room. He was wearing a blood-smeared apron "I see, you want to help in the household? Good decision."
Crowley's gaze went from Fiona over to the two, now bright grinning demons who brought her there "You can go now." He told them a threatening voice.
The demons shared a look before one of them said "The king wants some alone-time with his hot-stuff of a girlfriend." Crowley put his hand inside Fiona's jacket and pulled Ruby's knife out of hit, holding it up, so that the two demons could take a close look.
"Mind your words or I'll make use of this. And now get your sorry arses out of here!" he yelled and watched them leaving. "You coming?" he looked at Fiona who was nodding, took the apron off, the jacket on and pulled her closer "How was the drive?" he asked.
Fiona shrugged "Extended. After three days I needed to get used to driving without the annoying voice of the great King of Hell next to me, you know?" she chuckled before she closed the small gap between them. "Now… I have a job to do here, haven't I?"
"'Crowley, you're so unromantic'." He aped and waved his hand to follow her. "'Why are you always killing the moments?'" he added.
"I never said that." Fiona defended. "But I know it, you're a hopeless romantic."
"No I just… Like to spent time with you. That's all."
She shook her head "You are, Crowley, and we both know that. Deep, deep down you are." He wanted to protest, but was cut off by her whispering into his ear "You brought me flowers, remember?"
"Whatever." Narrowing the demon went on, leading her to the part of the prison where he had the monsters.
It lasted about two weeks for her to make a perfect list with what things Crowley could make which creature talk and a few were still missing as she decided she would drive to find out a few things from Bobby's books.
"I'll be back as soon as I can." She promised as she put her bag into the trunk. "With all information you need."
"Just be back soon." Crowley said and opened the driver's door "I need the information."
"And for a second I thought you wanted to tell me you will miss me. Stupid little girl." Throwing the trunk shot she turned around and looked right into his eyes "Stop teleporting form one place to another, demon!" she hissed and let him give her a long goodbye-kiss.
"Who said I wouldn't miss you?" Then he disappeared, Fiona yelled that she just said he should stop that before she drove away too.
It was afternoon as she arrived in Sioux Falls.
"Bobby?" she shouted as she came through the door and didn't see him. "It's me, Fiona, where are you?"
"You don't need to yell, kiddo, I'm right here." As she saw the hunter coming out of his basement she grinned brightly. "Nice time for a visit, you can help."
"Help? With what?" Fiona frowned.
"You surely remember this one demon…" he started. Fiona tried to hide the little shock she got as Bobby said his name "Crowley…"
She nodded slowly. Improvisation was never something she was really good in, and she hated to lie to people she loved. "You mean the 'King of the Crossroads' Crowley?"
"If he'd still be the King of the Crossroads…" Bobby frowned and sat down on the table, so did Fiona "He moved up to King of Hell. Problem is: he still has my soul."
'Right'… Fiona thought. The soul-thing. They've talked a lot about that, mainly it turned out to one of their yelling-contests and a few hours of consistently ignoring of each other. Crowley said she should stay out of his business and Fiona had the opinion he should give the soul back anyway. "And you want to get it back now?" Bobby nodded "May I ask… how?"
"Well… I collected information about him…"
"Which information?" Fiona asked, tried to hide her tension.
"His name was Fergus Roderick MacLeod." He started. Fiona knew it was true and hoped he hasn't found out something about her "Born 1661 in Canisbay, Scotland" also true. Fiona nodded, slowly sinking into her thoughts what Bobby was about to do with all these information "And he had a son… Gavin MacLeod." 'Which he hates to his deep sunken bones' she added in her mind. "And probably very important thing: he has a girlfriend."
'Shit.' "A demon has a girlfriend?" she tried to sound skeptical, and somehow it even worked. "Where the hell did you get this information?"
"I know, it sounds ridicules... But I caught myself a crossroads demon and she spoke." 'Daphne. Poor little thing.' "And here's the important part: Actually I wanted to conjure the ghost of his son, but Rufus messed a few things up and now we have to get this girlfriend and 'ask' her." Bobby poured Fiona a drink in and she took it thankfully.
"Alright… What do we know about her? Demon?"
Bobby nodded "I think so. And we've got a name." the younger hunter wasn't sure what to think as she got a bottle of holy water in her face.
"Bobby, what the hell?" she asked and whipped it out of her face. "What was that for?"
"Just for my own safety. You know that most demons take the names of their meat suits…" Fiona nodded unsure "Well, the girlfriend of Crowley, her name is Fiona."
The woman frowned "Well, it's not me. But you said his name was what, MacLeod?" again Bobby nodded "They seem to like poetry." The older hunter gave her a questioning gaze "Fiona… that's not the name of the poor girl that's possessed, the demon picked it herself."
"And how do you know that?"
Fiona sighed "Easy. Fiona… MacLeod… Fiona MacLeod… ever heard of?"
"Somewhere."
"Fiona MacLeod was the pen name of the Scottish writer William Sharp." Hoping she could Bobby lead on a wrong path on this way she added, that that meant they couldn't search for some missing Fionas. "Uhm… just a little thing… If we've found her, what will you do then?"
"Find out things about him. And burn his bones" Bobby answered. "If he won't give me my soul back, of course."
"Yeah right, bobby you burn bones of ghosts. He's a demon." Maybe it was a bit too quick, maybe slightly too loud, and now Fiona was hoping the narrowing of Bobby wouldn't mean anything,
"I proofed it. It works." He said "Now, you gonna help me find his little girlfriend?" Fiona nodded as it knocked on the door. "Wait here." She wanted to take her phone and call Crowley, or at least to text him, preferably just vanish into thin air.
She took a deep breath, didn't notice that Rufus stood in the room by now, and hoped that they would get it through. Meanwhile they knew each other well and Fiona was sure they could do it, even if they would have to hide anywhere. Then she looked up and at Rufus.
"Rufus! Hi!" she smiled unsure.
As Rufus handed him the ring Bobby told Fiona to prepare everything to conjure the ghost of Gavin MacLeod. While she did she was wondering if they were related in some sense and if Gavin would know about her.
She put two black and two white candles on, put the old piece of paper out on which Bobby had drawn the symbols needed to conjure a ghost. In the middle she put the ring as the older hunter took over and poured salt around everything.
"You make notes?" he asked and Fiona nodded slightly. She didn't feel well about that all. "Amate spiritus obscure, te quearimus. Te oramus, nobiscum colloquere apud nos circita." He canted, then pinched sandalwood over one of the candles.
Immediately Fiona felt how cold it got before her eyes went over to the ghost of Crowley's son who was now standing in the room.
"Gavin MacLeod?" Bobby asked.
"Yes." The young man answered "Is this… hell?"
"That's gonna depend on you. You Fergus MacLeod's boy?" Gavin nodded "You, me and her… we're gonna have a nice long chat."
Then the older hunter began to ask questions. Most of them Fiona could have answered easily, but she wrote down every word Gavin said. About his mother, Crowley's wife back as he has been human, about how they lived and how he died. While writing she thought hardly about a plan to tell Crowley about what they're up to do, but she just couldn't find a way. And then everything went quick. Too quick for Fiona actually. They went down into the basement do prepare everything, what meant even if she had the option to call him it would be too late.
After the ritual was done Fiona leaned against the table where the bowl with the stuff that was needed to conjure Crowley stood. She had to be behind Bobby since she wasn't sure how she would handle the situation.
Then she looked at him.
"You look like hammered crap." Bobby greeted.
"And you're a vision as always." Crowley answered before his gaze went over to Fiona, fortunately he recognized the tension in her gaze and guessed that now their acting talents needed to be used. "Fiona Blend, it's been a while, right?" he asked her.
As Bobby looked at her she glared at the demon "Could have been longer." She said. She tried to distract herself in reading her notes all over again. She hated to see Crowley standing there in the devil's trap.
"Don't we both know how this game ends? Really Bobby, you gotta know when to fold' em." The demon tried to give Fiona an unnoticed glance, even got it, but she was still staring at the paper in her hands.
"Word on the street is, ever since Lucifer went to the poke you are the new big kahuna downstairs." Bobby said and Crowley looked at Fiona once again. She just shook her head.
Slightly tensed the King of Hell answered "See you've been reading the trades." Fiona still kept silent, knowing that it will end in a quarrel between her and her boyfriend while Bobby asked if there was 'trouble in Paradise'.
"Mate, you have no idea." While speaking the demon poured himself a drink – Fiona would have needed one badly, maybe two "I thought when I got the corner office…" he put his antacids in it "I thought it was all going to be rainbows and two headed puppies, but if I'm being honest… it's been hell."
Fiona could nearly go through the whole quarrel that was waiting for her in her head. Crowley wouldn't understand that there was no possibility for her to warn him, on the other hand she wanted him to return Bobby's soul anyway. And she was sure he would return it, since his life was a little more important to him than a soul. But, of course, it was like losing a game for the demon, and if there was one thing for sure it was that Crowley hated losing this kind of games.
One more point he would be upset about. Maybe Fiona should just stay one more night at the old, well known house in Sioux Falls, but avoiding a contention didn't mean he would forget about it. 'That's no good.' She thought.
The voice of Crowley pulled the young woman out of her thoughts. He had placed the now empty glass back on the table. "You know what the problem with demons is?"
"They're demons." Bobby simply answered.
"Exactly. Evil lying brats, the whole lot of them. And stupid. Try show them a – a new way, a better way and what do you get? Bugger all. You know there's days that I think Lucifer's whole 'spike everything with black eyes plan' wasn't half bad... Hm. Feels good to get it off my chest. We should make this a thing."
Fiona piped one time "Wow, somebody forgot that he's also a demon."
Just as he wanted to answer her Bobby interrupted "Do I look like Doctor Phil to you?"
"A little." Crowley answered what brought a, fortunately unseen, grin on Fiona's face "Any who" he went on "Obviously not here for a social call, so, on with it."
"I want –" the older hunter started, but this time Crowley was the one who interrupted with holding his hand up.
"Save you the recap. In fact I'll do the shorthand for you." With both hands he pointed at Bobby and spoke in a mocking voice "I want my soul back idjit." Then he pointed back at himself, spoke all serious again "'fraid not." His fingers went back into Bobby's direction "But I'm surly and I've got a beard, give me!" before he got back into his own tone "Blah, blah, blah, home spun corn porn insult, witty retort from yours truly… the bottom line is you get bumpkins. We done?"
By now it was nearly a challenge for Fiona not to break out in laughter, and so she was even a little thankful as Bobby turned the conversation back to serious again. "Just getting started." He said. As he looked to his left Gavin appeared.
Crowley gave Bobby a shocked look, then Fiona, who had now an apology nearly written on her face.
"Gavin?" Crowley asked "Is that you? It – it's been so long. I love you so –" First Fiona was confused about him being this friendly to his hated son until he blew his cover and started to laugh. It was something she hadn't heard a lot during the last months, sure, from time to time she saw him grinning, what wasn't even fake, but laughing was something she didn't hear often from him, but certainly a new aim. "Sorry." He went on "Your soul for my boy, is that right? I've got to give you credit for thinking outside the box on that one, but – problem is… I loathe the little bastard. You want to torture him, just let me pull up a chair and I'll watch. Hell, burn his bones and send him down to me and we can have a family reunion. That right, son?" For a moment he looked at Gavin, then back at Bobby "You picked the wrong bargaining chip this time my friend."
"He ain't a chip. We had found someone better for that. We were just using him to dig up dirt on you. And since Gavin hates you maybe even more than you hate him, he was more than happy to squeak." Bobby explained.
Buffed the demon asked his son what he had told them.
"Everything." Was his answer before the ghost flickered and was gone completely.
"We know it all now, Fergus. You may be the king of the dirt bags here, but in life you were nothing but a two bit tailor who sold his soul in exchange for an extra three inches below the belt." Bobby said and came closer to the still trapped Crowley.
"Just trying to hit double digits."
That was the point where Fiona really couldn't hold back a laugh and got a glare from Bobby.
"Sorry, I just like his sense of humor." She excused and threatened herself to be serious again.
"Not joking, honey." Crowley said. "This guy here is well-hung too, so if there's any interest…"
"I seriously think he's funny." Fiona answered, before Crowley looked back at Bobby.
"So, anyway, you got a glimpse behind the curtain, and?"
"And – now we know where you are planted." The hunter said and tossed Crowley a cellphone which the demon held to his ear, a still slightly confused expression on his face.
Fiona knew that it were Dean and Sam on the phone and through it she could hear that it was Dean who was talking.
"Hiya, Crowley." He said.
"Dean, it's been a long time, we should get together." Crowley answered grinning.
"Sure… we'll have to do that when I get back."
"Back?"
"Yeah." Dean answered "Me and Sam, we've gone international. In fact, we're in your neck of the woods."
Fiona chuckled silently "Take care of my aunt Dean, you know how much she loves you!" she yelled loud enough that Dean could hear her. He chuckled too, remembered as he had met Emma once.
"Did you really use to wear a skirt?" he asked Crowley.
"A kilt." He corrected "I had very athletic calves. What's the game?"
"Dominoes." Dean said "In fact we just dug yours up."
Now Fiona could clearly see nervousness on the demon's face and hoped no one could see hers.
"This is ridiculous. The whole burning bones thing, it's a myth."
Even in his voice the woman recognized how tensed Crowley was.
"I know an employee of yours who would disagree." Bobby answered.
"That's where she'd gone to…"
"You demons, you think you're something special. But you're just spirits. Twisted, perverted, evil spirits, but, end of the day, you're nothing but ghosts with an ego. We torch you bones, you go up in flames."
"Ouch." Fiona muttered, doodling something on the piece of paper that she still had next to her.
"Hear that, Crowley?" Dean piped up through the phone again "That's me flicking my bic for you."
Fiona couldn't hear the sound exactly, but she knew that Dean wasn't joking and gave Crowley a quick, but pleading look.
"Your bones for my soul. Going once…" Bobby started "…going twice…"
Crowley let the phone drop to the floor "Bollox." He muttered, before he raised his hand and red letters became visible on Bobby's arms.
"You can go ahead and leave in the part about my legs." Bobby said earning a sigh, but Crowley did it anyway. "Pleasure doing business with you."
"Now if you don't mind." He looked up at the devil's trap, than at Bobby.
"Sure, Fiona, would you?" Bobby asked. "I need…" he nodded his head to the stairs and went into its direction.
Fiona frowned "What am I, your trainee?" she yelled after him "Or maybe a cheap labor? I have other qualities, Bobby!" but the older hunter had left the room. "I can show them to you, I swear!"
"Oh, you surely have other qualities, but would you get me the hell out of here?" Crowley yelled and glared at his girlfriend. Fiona had already taken a chair to reach the ceiling, getting sure Bobby really wasn't there anymore she reached Crowley the piece of paper on which she had just drawn her doodles. "We will talk later." He hissed, nearly just moving his mouth.
"Sorry." Fiona whispered before she broke the devil's trap and watched him disappearing.
As she went upstairs Bobby wasn't there. Outside the sun was rising already and she decided to take a little nap on the couch.
After Crowley had his bones back he went home to look into Fiona's letter.
'SRY CROWLEY
RLY WANTED 2 TELL U, BUT WAS 2L8…
AFAK THEY DON'T KNOW 'BOUT US.
CALL U ASAP.
PLS DON'T BE MAD AT ME.
I LOVE YOU, FIONA'
Sighing he put the letter on the desk and poured himself another drink.
So... Sorry for all mistakes, I hadn't had much time to correct it... But, yeah... The Fiona MacLeod thing was pretty much the reason I chose the name ^_^
Thanks for every review ^_^