As Fiona woke up Bobby was sitting at his desk and read in some of the books. The books, right, that was why Fiona was there, she needed to find things that would make Crowley's trapped creatures speak. "May I take a look in these?" she asked and pointed at the books.
"When did you start asking?" he questioned back, allowing her to take a few of the books out "I want to see every single one back on its old place." He added threatening.
She just nodded, didn't really listen and started reading. She found the most things she'd been searching for, made a few photos because she was too lazy to write it down and sent them to Crowley immediately.
"So what've you been doing the whole year?" Bobby asked her later as they were eating something for lunch.
"Hunting, mainly…" she answered honestly "Say, Bobby, did you notice monsters are running riot the last time?"
He frowned "Like?"
"Like just seem to… to change their behavior… Like Jersey Devil in California…"
Bobby nodded thoughtfully "Yeah, Rufus was just back from hunting an Okami in Billings." The younger hunter frowned "Long story, let's just say I had to kill it again."
"So you don't have a clue why that's happening?"
"If I had one I'd be the first one to tell you…" Fiona just nodded and heard her cellphone giving her the information she just received a new message.
'Fiona get your bloody ass back home, or I swear I will rip it off! C.'
With raised eyebrows eyebrows she read the words and put the phone back into her pocket. "Well, sorry Bobby… I guess I have an important case."
"Then why are you still here?" Bobby gave her a hint of a smile which she – with a worse than bad conscience – returned.
"See you then" She said and left the house, waving as she passed the window, fourteen hours of driving in front of her.
For a long time she was just driving silently, thinking about everything of that happened, Dean and Sam could have killed Crowley easily. And they knew just too much about the two of them. One wrong word, maybe even a wrong gesture and he'd be dead, followed by herself. Well, maybe not Fiona, but if Crowley would die… She wouldn't know what to do, probably it would slowly kill her too.
After 8 hours of straight driving, it was something around 3am, Fiona's phone rang.
"Crowley?" she asked, seeing his number on the display.
"No, just using his phone." He answered ironically, a slight rudeness in his voice. "Despite the fact you wanted to call… Where are you?!"
"Near Rockford, Illinois… Give me another eight hours, okay?" she spoke calm, still afraid what was towards her. Silence at the other end "Crowley, I –"
"Not now." He interrupted "Just hurry." He added growling, then he hung up and it was silent around Fiona again. It wouldn't last too long until she reached Lake Michigan, two hours maybe. From then four more hours until she was home. She didn't want to argument with Crowley, but the phone call just made her dead sure that it will happen. He would be yelling at her for not telling him, or not messaging him, probably she would cry. Fiona wasn't sure how long this fight would last, if he would ignore her for the rest of the day, or in the worst case much longer. She knew he could do that, no matter what she would do. Fiona could live with him being utterly mad at her, she could deal with his yelling, but ignoring has always been the maximum punishment for her, even a sweetly whispered 'I love you' wouldn't bring him back to not ignoring her.
For the first time in a week or so she had a lot of time for herself just to think, and that was exactly what she did all the time. Mainly about her relationship with the King of Hell, what she would say to her friends when it would come out, and she was pretty sure, sooner or later it would.
'Somehow we just fell in love' or 'We made this deal, he banged the hell out of me, then we got together'? No matter how she would explain it, Dean wouldn't understand. She remembered what Bobby had told her, about what happened as Sam decided to trust Ruby more than his own brother… but you couldn't compare Crowley to Ruby. He was a whole different level, like there was this one remaining part of humanity deep inside him. And Fiona knew for a fact that it wasn't a lie, that Crowley really loved her.
The thought made her smile a little.
But then on the other hand no one, especially not Dean, and not Bobby, and least of all not Sam would ever understand that. Her only chance was to lie to them, if she didn't want to lose Crowley. It was the only chance to delay a confrontation with the Winchesters and Bobby. They would find out, she knew it, and every lied word would make it worse in the end. But there was no other chance, at least none when she had this relationship with the King of Hell.
Crowley sat straight up as he heard a car outside the house and stood up as he heard a key in the lock.
He turned the TV off and was the first thing Fiona saw as she went through the door and hung the key on the keyboard.
"Finally." He growled as she closed the door, passed him and went into the kitchen, taking a cool bottle of water out of the fridge.
"I'm there now." Fiona said silently, leaning against the kitchen counter "And I do listen."
"Why didn't you tell me?" He started, the anger still in his voice.
"Because I couldn't. And you know that, I wrote it to you." She said, keeping eye contact.
Crowley narrowed "And there wasn't just a minute to go to the toilet and sent me a message, was it?"
"Crap" Fiona sighed. "I… I didn't thought about that, I really didn't."
"You could have got us both killed, and I really don't want this to happen, Fiona!" he started yelling.
"At least Bobby has his soul back." She muttered, sounding like a child that contradicts its parents.
"Yeah, for my bones! You know what had happened if Pat and Isabelle Winchester had lightened them up?" she nodded, breaking the eye contact and searched the floor.
"But they didn't. That's what count. You're here, alive." Then she pulled up a little more courage. "What had you done if I had told you?"
He glared at her "Maybe I had changed the bones? Got my arse out of the trouble?"
"And then? They had lightened the wrong bones, you'd be still jumping happily around in that devil trap and they'd wonder why." She snapped back. "'How did he know?' 'Who has told him?' 'Fiona, you're the only one who's also involved in this.' 'You looked nervous, Fiona, what's wrong?'"
"My god, Fiona! I'm not stupid. I could have changed them centuries ago, no one would suggest you!"
"You should start with keeping a better eye on your employees." Crowley frowned. "Huh. Unfortunately they know you've got a girlfriend. And unfortunately they know her name is Fiona. I got a whole glass of holy water into my face!"
"Blessedly you're not a demon." He answered sharply.
She nodded "Great, isn't it? But" she added, hissing "imagine she had lost one more word. We both would be dead, bones or not. Do you have a clue how thin the ice beneath our feet is?"
"Of course I have!" he snarled.
"Do you? It doesn't seem to be such a problem for you."
He shrugged "It isn't."
"Yeah. Of course it isn't!" she yelled.
"I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of it!" he shouted back.
"Of course you don't! Because it's not your problem, it's mine, and you just don't care about anyone else but you! When your ass is in danger you do everything to pull yourself out of it, but as soon as it's anyone else's you don't care! Because you're an ignorant, self-centered prick!"
"Get stuffed." He glared at her "We both know that's not true!"
"Not?" she hissed "Then why don't you care? You know know how much I hate lying to people I love. I had to tell Bobby I would have to go for a hunt, you know what a bad conscience I have right now?"
Crowley sighed on annoyance "If you want it to remain a secret you have to lie."
"I hate lying to people I love." She repeated "Maybe you don't have a problem with that, but I have!" she yelled. "Listen, demon: I don't know how long I can keep the façade. I don't have a clue how many lies they will buy, and how I will react in another situation like yesterday, specially not when it's unheralded. Dean knows me very, very well, and he will psych me –"
"Stop talking about Dean!" he hollered. "I hate it when you do that!"
"It's just how it is! Yes, I did love him. We had a relationship, for nearly six years. And the result is that he knows me!" she answered. "And he will notice me lying!"
"No one's forcing you to work with them!"
"They're my friends." She said silently, but determined.
He gave a scoffing laugh "I told you way, way back at the beginning that you don't have a clue what you got yourself involved in, do you remember your answer?" she glared at him "You said you didn't care. I warned you. And you didn't listen!"
"I didn't knew what I know now!" she shot back, leaving him silent for a moment.
"What do you mean?" he asked dryly.
"I mean" she said nervous, avoiding his gaze "that I'm not sure how long this will work."
He shook his head. "Huh." Then he turned around going into the direction of their living room "Then think about it."
Fiona looked to the ground for a moment, then took her water and went upstairs. On the way she made a stop at the room where she had all her hunting things and took a piece of chalk with her.
"Right, lock me out!" Crowley yelled after her.
She didn't answer. Just muttered "Ghosts with an ego" to herself and slammed the door of their bedroom close. She remembered the first devil's trap they worked with, Sam had found it in Bobby's book. 'It's called a devil's trap. Demons can't get through it or inside it.' Perfect. She drew a huge triangle on the door with a pentagram inside it, then the seven letters in the corners. 'MI-CHA-EL'. She wondered what it had to do with the arch angel.
After she had drawn the same sign on the window - bad decision, she would have to clean it up later. She plugged the headphones into her cell and turned the music up. Mainly she just skipped through different songs, listened to the beginnings until she noticed that she didn't wanted to hear the song that was playing and skipped to the next. That went on for the next hour or so, the whole time recalling everything they said. He was right, she could have went to the toilet and called him, then, as Rufus was there and Bobby was talking to him anyway. She could have even texted him right next to Bobby.
It wasn't like he was nosy. Fiona was young, it could have been everyone she had texted. Then, on the other hand it couldn't, since Bobby knew that there was something with a girlfriend about the demon.
Dean and Sam could have killed him so easily. Even if she didn't want to think about that she wondered what had happened then. Probably she would have broken down and were a crying mess for the rest of her life, plus locked in the panic room.
As the ceiling started to get really boring, Fiona turned to her side and closed her eyes for a moment. She wasn't tired at all, even if she was she couldn't sleep without several glasses of alcohol, to blow the cobwebs away. For a moment the phone told her she had a new message. She wasn't sure if she should read it, but she did.
'Come down, Fiona, we should talk.'
She ignored it, until fifteen minutes later another message came.
'Are you sleeping or ignoring me?'
Then the phone rang. She hung up.
'Ignoring. If you read this: come down. Now.'
Fiona just laughed at it, why should she do anything he tells her?
'Please?'
He started to really annoy her. After another thirty minutes he seemed to finally have agreed that she didn't want to talk to him in any form and she could finally sink into her thoughts again. Maybe he went down to hell? Or was letting out his anger on his monsters. Fiona wondered what it was. She thought a lot, thought about her priorities, about lying to her friends, her only friends, if she should just tell them, or if she should end this psychical torture and with it this relationship. As her gaze went to the window she stared at the stars. She had probably spend around eight hours just thinking about what's right and what's wrong for her, what for him and what for the both of them.
God, he was the King of Hell! She was a damn hunter!
She changed into something more comfortable, black tracksuit pants and a tight blue top, then she tied her hair up and put the her phone on her side of the bed. She took a deep breath, and the empty bottle of water and went downstairs. The TV was turned on as she entered the living room and Crowley was sitting on the couch. For a moment Fiona just leaned into the doorframe and watched him.
He turned the TV off, then turned around to look at her.
"Madame found the door." He scoffed
"Sorry" she whispered.
With a gesture he told her to sit down. "For what?" he asked. "For not telling me? For yelling at me like crazy? For not reacting to any of my messages?"
She didn't look at him "Everything." Then she looked up "Let us talk, okay?"
"You seriously think I still want to talk?" he rose his eyebrows.
"What do you want then?" she asked, slightly tensing up.
"Right now?" he considered for a second and narrowed his eyes "Right now I'd like to get bent and never come back."
Fiona swallowed hard. "Then why're you still here?"
"Because I do hope it will change." She nodded. "And did you think about it?"
Fiona nodded again "I did. And it would be the best for both of us, technically. But I don't want that. I said it, but I would never do it." She sighed "I'm sorry, for what I said, for everything. But mostly for not telling you about their plan. I was so busy to find a way to tell you that I ignored the most obvious." She kept silent for a second "It sounded better in my head."
Finally Crowley gave a silent chuckle, but then he was quiet, lost in thoughts, she suggested, for a few minutes. "I do care, not only about me, but about you too. To be exactly there's many things I have to care about. Hell, finding purgatory, a lot of demons thinking they could to whatever they want… the list is endless…"
"Then why don't you care if they know about us our not?" she asked.
"I think sooner or later they would live with it. More later than sooner, but they would." Fiona wasn't so sure of that, but kept silent.
Fiona was in his arms, half sleeping, half trying to look at the TV. "There's never something good on TV, is in?" Crowley muttered to himself. "I – I mean… stupid documentations, talk shows, cheap horror movies…"
"Which cheap horror movies?" Fiona yawned and took the zapper. "Paranormal Activity? Okay, that's pretty much both… a stupid documentation and a cheap horror movie…" she gave the zapper back to him and put her head on his chest. "I mean… did you ever came into a h –"
The next moment it clattered from the kitchen and Fiona nearly jumped up to get a gun out of a drawer and saw a few pots still rolling until they came for a rest.
"Wait. No one and nothing would get inside this house without Growley noticing it." She looked back at the couch where Crowley was still lying as if nothing happened, silently laughing. "You're a polter-demon too now? Great you're enjoying yourself." She uttered with a slight sulk and a lot of irony in her voice
"I always wanted to see you shocked." He just said.
"You'll put everything back on its old place by tomorrow." Then she gave a little chuckle too, and went back to the couch and on her old place. "Great, and I was just so close to falling asleep."
"There's a bed up there." He commented.
"Also stairs, but you don't use them neither." He shrugged. Touché.
An hour or so later she did really fall asleep and since demons couldn't enter the bedroom anymore he had no other choice than to stay on the couch with her.
Okay, I just have this... this habit... I can't end a chapter in a fight... now.
Also there's something I noticed lately (mainly because I couldn't notice earlier) It's especially for the next chapter...
I just noticed that I write a lot of things compareable to 'Fifty Shades of Grey', yes I read it and yes THIS FREAKING BOOK IS EVERYWHERE! oO What I mean is... I wrote everything that comes in the uproming 3 or 4 chapters without even taking a look into that book.
Just... If anyone else notices it. (What doesn't mean the next chapter has one of those scenes... It's just about... stuff.)
Anyway I'm thankful for reviews, messages or anything to let me know what you think so far :)
Thanks to everyone :)