The song here is "Fire and Ice" by Pat Benatar

Fire and Ice

When Crowley returned, he stared blankly at Clara, eating cupcakes, crying as Sandra Bullock hugged Nicole Kidman, promising they would always be together. He glanced at his Queen and wondered if he wouldn't be better off facing angels rather than his Queen with the off balanced hormones.

However, it was too late. She looked up and patted the bed, inviting him to watch the movie with him.

"I love this movie so fucking much." She said and when he hesitantly joined her, she whipped the handkerchief out of his suit jacket and used it to wipe her tears. "I always wondered what it was like to have a relationship like that. But now it makes me think of Anne and Viviane." She added and Crowley rolled his eyes, trying not to growl in frustration. "How are they?" she asked him and when he remained silent, she glanced up at him, the tears gone, being replaced with rage.

"An angel took Gadreel." He replied dryly and when she didn't change her expression, he continued. "For information on you, which they didn't get."

"Because you intervened." She replied and when he remained silent, she sensed that it wasn't something he had wanted to do, especially knowing that if he hadn't, his Queen might have been endangered and she knew it too which made it worst.

The rage subsided, but there rose the hardness in her eyes; the authority of a Queen.

"They shouldn't just be protected from Hell, but from Heaven as well. If they had gotten the information –" she said and Crowley could no longer contain his anger.

"I've had enough of this, Clara!" he snapped and she flinched, losing the hardness in her eyes. If she was afraid of him, his rage blinded him from noticing it. At that moment, he just wanted her to get it through her thick skull that she had to just let Anne and Viviane go. They were not her family!

"This is all due to your hormones. The Clara I know wouldn't give a shit about anyone but me and herself! They are not our problem and if you don't stop –" he shouted, but her small voice made him stop and notice the look in her eyes.

A tear rolled down her cheek and she seemed hurt if not slightly afraid. The aura of the Queen of Hell wasn't there; just the human that existed in Clara. He couldn't get mad at her like he just did, how could he in the first place?

"That's the deal." She said, but his rage boiled, provoking him to snap at her again. However, he controlled his anger this time.

"From Hell. Now you're adding Heaven. You're doing just the same as resurrecting Viviane when the deal was transferring her out." he said and another tear rolled down her cheek. She didn't seem so hurt now, but there was soft defiance in her eyes.

"The only family I had was my grandmother, and when I lost her, I had no one. Then, I had you, our baby, Anne and Viviane. Maybe it is the hormones, but I can't help but want to protect my family, whether they're demons or not." She said and her eyes slowly began hardening again. "Isn't that what you did for Gavin? Wouldn't you protect him still?" she asked him and he remained silent. He was momentarily stunned.

"I didn't make a deal." He said blankly, but she knew she was getting through to him.

"But if it was anyone else, you'd send them back to the past, knowing that changing the past affects the present and future, knowing they would die and not care. Because it was Gavin, you chose to disrespect that fact, you chose to protect your family, your human son." She said and she slowly gained back the aura of the Queen of Hell. "Because you're King of Hell, you can do whatever you want while disregarding the rules. When I do the same, you get mad at me. I thought we were equals." She said and when he opened his mouth, she narrowed his eyes, silencing him like Cain had done to him. He frowned, but she continued glaring at him. "If you want to protect me, you will protect Anne, Viviane and Gadreel from Heaven.

"The angels will do whatever they can to find out that I'm pregnant and then they'll use them to trap me. They can't do that if Hell is guarding them. And you said you'd cater to me. I ask that my relatives and Gadreel are kept safe because that's what I want. Since when do I have to explain myself? What next, Crowley, gonna make me beg like a worthless, pathetic lower class demon?" She added and when she softened her glare, he grunted and deepened his frown at her, now getting back his vocals.

He expected her to get angrier as the seconds passed, but she seemed calmed, as if she decided to reason with him rather than get into a fit of rage. That didn't seem like her, even with her crazy hormones.

"For yelling at me like a fucking moronic asshole, you're going to do this. Only then will I consider forgiving your sorry ass for shouting at me." She said coldly and returned to the movie, taking a bite out of a cupcake, ignoring him.

Crowley stared at Clara, knowing he had crossed the line. Although he was right, he had done the one thing he had never wanted to do to her. He replayed that image of a tear rolling down her cheek; that pained look in her eyes. He had hurt her.

He had forgotten that beneath that demonic side of her was the human. She so much more fragile than he could have ever imagined, that made her more precious than the world. Yes, she grew strong as a demon in Hell, but her humanity lingered. He couldn't disregard that, especially now. The humanity in her was never going to leave and since Anne is her relative, Clara's humanity will always cling onto her demon side.

Looking back on himself, he could understand. He was also fragile when his own humanity lingered in him after the failed trials of Sam Winchester. He was vulnerable and looking at Clara now, he felt like he had just discovered her all over again. She was so vulnerable.

He opened his mouth, trying to apologize to her, wanting to take back what he did. Only he couldn't. He never in his life wanted to apologize and admit he made a mistake, not that he made any as a demon, but the one moment where that's all he wanted; he couldn't do it, as if his demonic essence wasn't programmed for apologies. Either that or his ego, but his ego wasn't what prevented him from apologizing. What was?

"Clara." He managed to say, but she didn't glance at him.

"Leave." she said without any emotion. He stared at her a moment longer, then left the apartment as she wished, knowing even if he did manage to say he was sorry, she would just reject him.

When she felt his essence being farther and farther from her, she allowed another tear to fall down her cheek. Then, of course, there was a knock at the door and when she didn't acknowledge it, the door just opened. Just what she needed.

Nikolai glanced at her with concern quickly showing on his face and when he approached, that concern intensified. He knew there was something wrong. He sat on the bed and when she met his eyes, she couldn't help but cry. He pulled her into his arms and stroked her hair as she buried her face in his shoulder.

"What happened?" he asked softly.

"Crowley got mad at me." she said through tears. His rage boiled and as if she could sense it, she looked up at him and hardened her eyes. "Don't you do a thing." She said with authority. He met her eyes and when he didn't say anything, either with words or expression, she frowned. "He's just frustrated with Anne." She said and grabbed Nikolai's collar.

"That's no reason for taking his anger out on you." He said dryly, but anger brewed in her eyes.

"Don't disobey me. I don't have to remind you who conquered the last one who wore the Mark of Cain." She said menacingly. When he remained silent, her eyes burned with rage and he hesitantly nodded. "You will continue being a loyal and obedient Knight to Crowley." she added and when she didn't get the response she had hoped for, he saw a slight hint of panic in her eyes.

She saw anger in his eyes that she had never seen before. It was similar to the look in Crowley's eyes when Sam and Castiel had trapped her and tried to persuade her. However, Nikolai looked like he'd never forgive Crowley for this and she feared his history with his King would no longer matter. She feared he'd easily turn on his King if it meant he'd never make Clara cry again.

"Nikolai, you have to obey Crowley and me…" she said and her throat tightened, as if her body was fighting her from speaking the words her mind was sending down to her lips. "But if something was ever to happen to him, I promise you Nikolai, you will be the next King of Hell." She said and his anger vanished and he was stunned into silence. She could see himself returning and she felt that maybe she had just avoided a horrible event in the future. "Do we have a deal?" she asked, her eyes hard, and he continued to stare at her blankly, as if he couldn't grasp onto what she had said.

Was she hoping to offer him something she thought he wanted in order to keep him from killing Crowley? That's not at all what he meant. Not only that, but he couldn't take advantage of her with her hormones being all out of whack. That wasn't fair to her.

"Clara, I…" he began, but couldn't find his words. When she softened her anger, he found it easier to communicate how he felt. "I admire you greatly and I love you, but I know that I could never love you as much as Crowley does. I'm just saying that he should respect you even if he's frustrated with Anne and your hormones with your current state. He shouldn't get mad at you at all." He said and she smiled weakly.

"Deal or not?" she asked him and he stared at her blankly for a few seconds. "I'm not saying that I'll be Queen forever. But it's nice to know that you love me." She added with a grin, and then glanced down at her stomach as she rubbed it tenderly. "I never told you that we've named her Keara." She said and looked up at him. He stared at her stomach for a few seconds and then met her eyes.

"You're arranging a marriage before she's even born? To me?" he asked and got her to laugh. It was weak, as if her heart was still bleeding, but he was cheering her up a little. He wasn't sure he liked the idea, if Clara was serious, but he wanted to make her laugh again. "She might not like me and my charming good looks." he added and, sure enough, she laughed. Her eyes had softened, but she was still hurt. He wanted to make her smile again, like she used to, but accepting her deal wasn't the way. He couldn't fix the damage that Crowley had done.

"I'm not going to challenge Crowley if that's what you were afraid of. I'd only do it if he went too far, which I know he won't." he said and stroked her cheek, wiping away the tears that hadn't yet dried up on her skin. A few minutes past between them as he continued to comfort her, but he couldn't stop thinking about her baby. "Keara is a beautiful name." He said and when he looked into Clara's eyes, he knew she was alright.

"One of many suggestions Crowley gave me." she said and Nikolai sort of grunted, which made her giggle softly.

"Bet a lot of them were mythological related." He said and she giggled again, nodding her head. "Do tell me." he said and as she named as many as she could, he smiled and laughed.

Best of all, he got her heart to stop bleeding.

He could never be her King, but he could be her best friend, something she clearly needed.