The song here is "Slept So Long" by Jay Gordon

Slept So Long

As Crowley placed his exhausted Queen on their bed, he laid down beside her, speaking to her as she drifted off to sleep. Ginger seemed like she wanted to jump into the bed again, but curled up on the floor. Crowley then placed his hand on her stomach and felt his daughter, falling asleep to her mother's peaceful heart rhythm.

"What do you think of Cerin?" Crowley asked, his voice smooth, continuing the name search. "It means 'little dark one'." He added. Although Clara was falling asleep, she murmured in disagreement. "Duvessa? Means 'dark beauty'. I think it's fitting. Our little darkness will be as beautiful as her mother." Crowley added and Clara mustered a small smirk.

He fell silent and watched her as she fell asleep. He stroked her face and placed his hand back on her stomach. The little one was asleep as well. She was growing stronger, rapidly, very much like Clara shortly after she made Hell her Home. As pleased as he was, he was worried, for Clara's sake.

As he watched his Queen sleep, he thought of everything she told him. He wasn't thrilled that she didn't tell him the minute it had happened, but he wouldn't allow himself to stay angry at her. She was carrying his child; that was significantly more important than the secrets she kept. He'd do anything to keep both Queen and child safe and happy.

So, he would indeed find a way to turn Viviane and Clara's grandmother's desires to benefit, not him, not Hell... but Clara. It would be the first time he ever did anything that wouldn't benefit him. However, making Clara happy made him happy. So, he was benefitting from it after all.

He slipped off the bed and opened the door, stepping into the hall, summoning both Nikolai and Nerilla. After a couple of seconds that stretched on longer than it should have, Nikolai was the first to appear.

"What's up?" Nikolai asked and began walking with Crowley, who seemed no longer annoyed with his lack of respect for the rules. Nikolai grinned, but realized that his King was concerned about something… about Clara. And then he felt concerned. "She's not okay." He said, watching Crowley closely.

"She's fine, for now." Crowley replied in a raspy voice. "Where's Nerilla?" he asked.

"With Gabriel." Nikolai replied and grinned when his King stopped in his tracks, glancing slowly at him with narrowed glimmering eyes. "Friends with benefits. Her own words." He added and smirked. Crowley snorted and continued his walk. "They're getting information on the Winchesters." He concluded and Crowley glanced at him.

"Like what?" Crowley asked and then he sensed someone stepping up on his other side.

"Anne knows her mother got the bumped wrap and she's trying to reach you." Nerilla said and Crowley glanced at her, expression difficult to read.

Crowley thought back to Viviane's request and then back to what Nerilla just told him. If Anne wanted to talk to him, then he was going to get something out of it. An idea was beginning to brew.

"Anne is a Wiccan, isn't she?" Crowley asked Nerilla, who nodded in response. "She's a White Witch." He added and Nerilla nodded her head again, slightly confused to the specification. When Crowley smiled darkly, both demons were intrigued as to why their King was interested in a Wiccan.

Then, the demons remembered his quest to find something that could ease Clara's pain.

And now he had it: a Wiccan.

"Viviane Cromwell has asked that both her and Anne are safe from Hell's power. Then no doubt, Anne will ask to have her mother released." Crowley said and the demons listened attentively. "All fine by me, only if Anne does her little magic and helps Clara." He added and the demons grinned.

"Should I set up a meeting with Anne Cromwell?" Nerilla asked and Crowley stopped in his tracks, thinking for a brief moment.

"Wait until Clara is rested. It's best if the deal is made between her and Anne." Crowley said and Nerilla nodded. Then, he glanced at Nikolai. "Now, we have the matter of Clara's mother." He said.

"What about her?" Nikolai asked.

"A second request made to Clara. She must release the old hag." Crowley said with a slight growl in his throat. "But not until we get something useful from her." he added and both demons nodded.

"Like what?" Nerilla asked. "She has nothing but misery." She added.

Just as Crowley was about to reply, he felt something come over him so quickly, he was startled by it. He knew immediately that Clara was in pain and he snapped his fingers, wasting no time in getting to her side, pulling her into a seated position, holding her as she screamed out in pain. It was difficult to hold her. She struggled and tried to tighten herself into a ball.

Ginger paced and growled, but she was worried and looked helpless: not something natural for Hellhounds to deal with. Ginger didn't know what to do.

Crowley clenched his teeth and whispered to Clara. Although the pain was so much to take, she had to try to relax her body. After a few seconds she slowly began to relax and it wasn't because she was taking his advice; the pain was beginning to subside.

When she went limp, he feared the worst. When she looked up at him weakly, he knew that strike of pain had drained all of her energy.

No, their daughter had drained all of her energy.

When he glanced down at Clara's stomach, it was much larger than it was the last time. His Queen was suffering because their daughter was growing faster than the average child. He had to do something quick or he could end up losing both Clara and the baby.

At that moment, he could sense someone summoning him… again.

He glanced over his shoulder at Nerilla and Nikolai that were frozen in place with worry written all over their faces. For a moment, Crowley was glad that they cared so deeply for their Queen, but it also annoyed him that they weren't making themselves useful.

"Nikolai, you are to stay here with her. Anything she needs, you are to provide." He said and Nikolai nodded and quickly made his way to the bed, sitting as close to Clara as Crowley would allow, which was an arm's reach away.

Crowley got off the bed and left the apartment, gesturing for Nerilla to follow him. Once she closed the door behind them he wasted no time in setting in motion a plan.

"We're going on a little trip." He said, his voice grave and sharp.

His Queen was suffering because their daughter was growing too rapidly. He had to act quickly and get Anne to do a spell. He was a stranger to White magic, but it made sense that something so fluffy would be the only thing he could use for Clara that wouldn't hurt her and their daughter.

"I thought you wanted Clara to deal with Anne." Nerilla said, but Crowley shot her a glare over his shoulder. "I know she's not well, but if you rush –" she added and then Crowley stopped in his tracks and slowly, menacingly, turned to face her. There was rage in his eyes, despite his calm facial expression. Nerilla shrank under his fury, feeling like an insect under a microscope.

"If you wish to continue to breath, I suggest you keep in mind, that although Clara lets you get away with many things, I will not." He said, his voice as smooth as usual when he was in a decent mood. Nerilla didn't know what was more terrifying, him blazing angry or him calmly enraged.

He turned and continued walking. Nerilla, now silent as the grave, followed at a short distance behind him with her head down low.