"What do you want with me? I've been seeing your demons everywhere. I haven't done anything," He smiled at Grace's sudden boldness, taking her chin and lifting it slightly to better look at her face,
"No, love. Don't worry yourself about that. You simply...fascinate me," Grace couldn't help but snort. She took back control of her face and Crowley watched her, looking pleasantly surprised.
"What's so special about me?" She asked, practically scowling at the thought. She was as miserable and uninteresting as a person could be. What could make her fascinating to a demon?"
"I'm not sure what it is yet, but you seem to draw demons like a summoning sigil," Grace fought the urge to roll her eyes.
Great, that's a wonderful addition to this mess.
"Now, back to my question. Do you know what a crossroads demon does?" Grace sighed and leaned her back against the bench.
"They make deals with humans in return for their souls," She stated plainly, as if it were the most basic piece of knowledge.
"Correct, and given that your soul seems to have a gravitational pull of my men, there must be something special about it. Which makes the though of possessing it all the more tempting. So, tell me, what is it your heart desires? What is your soul worth?" Grace returned her gaze to his eyes. It was clear he wasn't going to take no for an answer. He was going to have her soul one way or another and, to be honest, she wasn't particularly attached to it.
What interested her was his question. What is your soul worth? Realistically, she had no idea. Until today she hadn't even been sure soul's existed. What was the essence of her being worth? Deep down the question was already answered. There was something she had never truly had. Something that, without it, in her opinion, made any kind of life a complete waste of time.
"You can have my soul," She assured Crowley. A catlike smile spread across his face. "But you have to give me a purpose. I don't care if it's in life or in death. I just can't keep on like this," She realized when she stopped that it was almost as if she were begging him to take her soul.
"I think I can find a use for you," Grace was uncomfortable with the tone of his voice, but even if what he had in mind was horrible it would be better than the nothingness she was living in.
"Now," Crowley's hand came up to caress her cheek. "We seal the deal with a kiss. Just a formality," He said with a wink. Grace didn't have much time to be surprised as it was meer seconds before his warm lips were pressed against her. She found herself kissing back instinctively as all the air and warmth was sucked out of her by an unknown force.
"Fascinating," Crowley said again, his mouth still so near to hers that she could feel his words against her skin.
"Grace, no!" She and Crowley both looked in the direction of the voice that was only faintly familiar. Sam and Dean were rushing towards them, snow flying up behind them and fear in their wide eyes.
"Too late boys," Crowley smiled slyly at them, crossed one leg over the other, and wrapped an arm possessively around Grace's shoulders.
That was the first time she felt it. The first time she could have felt it. Whatever Crowley had done it was already taking effect. She belonged to him. She had never felt any more at peace than she was right there, held close by the King of Hell. Though she wasn't exactly sure what her new purpose was, she knew she'd do anything he told her to do. Anything.
Sam and Dean stopped short, watching in horror. That was the last thing Grace saw before the whole world spun into a blur and she felt as if the ground had fallen out from under her.