Donna was woken rudely by a hand with a tight grip shaking her shoulder and a dog barking loudly in the background while Crowley yelled in her ear to get up and look at this. Whatever this was.
She tried to turn around and pull the blanket over her head, but Crowley's grip on the cover was insistend.
"Is this hell?", she mumbled still drowsy as she threw her arm over her face to fight of the blinding morning light that pierced through her eyelids.
The bay of the hound still resounded through the bedroom and it didn't take long until Donna snapped.
"Would you shut up!?", she yelled at the animal as she jumped up into a sitting position and waved her arms in frustration.
The dog left out one last whiny noise before it fell silent.
Suddenly a hand grabbed her chin and Crowley pulled Donnas head around to come face to face with her.
"You're still your loud and annoying self, so it's clearly not heaven!", he stated way to cheerfully for Donnas liking.
She pushed his hand away and was about to lie down again as her brain finally shook of the morning fog and started to work again.
She stared at him, one eyebrow raised up to her hairline and a look of pure bewilderment on her face as she looked between him and the room and took in the perfectly fine bedroom and it's perfectly healthy habitants.
"Wait! Are you saying that-"
"The sea didn't boil and the sky didn't fall? I've gotta go and check out. Could take a moment."
He gave her a quick kiss and left her with an open mouth and many questions in her head sitting on the bed as he walked over to the window and opened it.
"Where are you going? Can't I come-"
But before Donna could complete her question, Crowley had opened his mouth and his whole body suddenly started to spasm as a dark red cloud streamed out of his mouth.
She let out a startled cry and flinched back, but after a seconde the first shock wore off and she jumped off the bed and ran towards him.
The room had darkened as the thick fog flew off through the window and left close to no space for the light to come in. The usualy underlying smell of sulfur that accompanied Crowley everywhere had intesified and was sting sharply in Donna's nose.
She screamed his name but one could hardly hear it over the noise of streaming air.
The fog coming out of Crowley's mouth became thiner until it finally stopped and the cloud flew outside up in the sky and vanished within seconds.
Crowley's body went slack and fell with a worrying bump lifeless to the floor.
Donna launched herself next to him. Anxiously she took his head in her lap and cuffed his cheek softly while she desperately repeated his name over and over again.
She could hear the dog strolling towards them and sitting down next to her. He didn't whine or sniff at Crowley like Donna had expected him to, the way she had seen dogs doing at the TV when their owners got hurt. He seemed very relaxed in general but Donna dismissed that thought very fast. She had better to do then to think about the mental state of the hellhound.
Pressing her ear against his mouth she tried to concentrate on his breathing and she sighed with relief as she heard his swallow breaths.
Her nose scrunched as she noticed that his usual smell had changed into nothing but the scent of his soap and aftershave, the warmth and familiarity of his personal flavour completely gone.
With the thoughts in her head racing, she decided to put him back into bed first and then call 911, even though she wasn't sure if a doctor knew how to tread a demon.
She didn't even know where her cellphone was. Hell, she didn't even know in what land this bloody cabin stood.
All of a sudden the knot in her stomach seemed to twist and grow even tighter than before.
Not letting herself get down by this, she kept hold on her plan and tried to carry Crowley to the bed. She'd find a phone later and somebody at the emergency hotline would know about this cabin and send help up to them.
She took hold of Crowley's torso and tried to pull him up, but her arms were too weak and she only managed to get him into a sitting position. Carefully holding on to his shoulders to not let him fall back to the ground, she walked behind him and put her arms around his chest.
With a deep groan and a lot of effort she heaved him off the ground and pulled him towards the bed, his naked feet dragging across the wooden floor.
After halfway through the room her strength subsided and she had to drop him, his butt connecting with the ground much more forcefully then she had intended to. Her breath came in pants and her back objected as she bend down again but still she tried to focus her powers once more.
Just as she was about to pick him up, the light infront of the window was cutt off again and the roar of the dark fog flowing back inside filled the room.
Donna stumbled frightened backwards and fell to the floor as the cloud rushed towards them, but she didn't let go of Crowley. Frantic, as it started to stream back inside him, she threw her hand over his mouth, but it just kept on getting in between her fingers or through his nose. She was at a complete loss at what to do or what was happening.
Within seconds all of the smoke had vanished back inside of Crowley and the room was bright and quiet again.
Donna was about to take a deep breath before trying to figure out what just happened as Crowley shocked her again by suddenly jumping out off her embrace.
"They did it!", he exclaimed before he turned around and looked her in the eyes. His face was a mixture of pure bliss and disbelief and made him look like a madman.
"Those bad Brokeback Mountain copies did it!"
The grin on his face grew even bigger but was whipped off in an instant as Donna slapped him. Hard.
"What was that for?!", he asked her bewildered.
She shove her index finger right up into his face.
"You scared the hell out of me!", she yelled at him furious.
He flinched back and raised his hands in self-defence.
"I just went out for a quick trip. I'm faster in my true form."
"Your true form?!"
"Yes, my true form. Ginger, you should do your homework before dating a demon. Anyway, there are more important things right now. Didn't you get what I just said? They did it!"
His former excitement came back to him. The anger left Donna's face as she shove her still confused thoughts about Crowley's breakdown to the side and considered his words.
"You mean the Winchesters? They stopped the Apocalypse?"
Crowley nodded once before he pressed a kiss on her mouth and then jumped up onto his feet.
"We've got to celebrate! I think there must be some craig somewhere", he declared chipper as he walked out of the room and towards the kitchen.
Donna slowly got off the ground herself. The cold floor had cooled her naked buttocks and she pulled Crowley's dress shirt further down to cover her freezing bottom.
She followed him into the kitchen and watched with a forming lump in her throat how he rummaged through the cupboards dressed in nothing but his black briefs on his search for something to drink at a proper the-apocalypse-didn't-happen-party.
The sound of doors being opened and closed forcefully rang in her ears as she chewed nervously on her lower lip.
"I want to go home", she blurted out, the feeling of having some kind d j -vu creeping up on her.
Crowley turned around slowley, one eyebrow raised and his hand still on the open door of one of the cupboards.
"I want to see my family, make sure everything is alright", she explained and leaned her head to the side in a pouting manner.
"Okay", he simply said as he closed the door softly and gave her a forced smile.