Dean pulled out of Sam's grip and stomped to the door.
"This isn't over," He warned, pointing a finger at Crowley before leaving the hotel room.
"Never," Crowley said, seeming more slightly annoyed than enraged.
Sam pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Grace.
"This is my number. Call me if you need anything,"Grace took it and nodded sincerely. She truly was grateful for his intervention whether it was warranted or not. "Take care of yourself," He left the room, leaving Grace and Crowley in a suddenly deafening silence.
"Well, I think that was quite enough excitement for one night," Crowley said once the door had been closed for a moment. Grace simply hummed in agreement.
She stood in the same place, staring at the business card, suddenly feeling drained.
"Who are they...exactly? How do they know you?" She asked, turning to see that Crowley had made himself comfortable on the couch.
"No, no, no, forget them," Crowley waved away her question. "Come, come," Grace tentatively approached the couch and perched on the edge, setting the business card on the coffee table.
"Don't be shy, darling," Crowley wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down, partially on top of him. Her back was too him, which she was glad for, considering she was certain her face was as red as humanly possible.
Crowley made himself comfortable and turned on the TV. Gradually, Grace relaxed. She rested her head on his arm and tilted her body in a more comfortable position. He settled on an old black and white movie before setting the remote on the floor and resting his hand on her hip.
As much as she tried to focus on the movie, she couldn't. Too much had happened. In just a few hours her entire life had turned upside down. She had so many questions.
"Crowley?" She spoke up after spending twenty minutes debating on whether or not to speak.
"Hm?" He stroked her hair, humming into it. She could feel the sound reverberating through his chest and against her back.
"Am I...going back to work?" It may not have been important, but it was a start.
"Afraid not, darling. Believe it or not the King of Hell has enemies, which means you have a target on your back," The sound and feel of his voice eased Grace. She melted into him and his arm tightened around her middle. He nudged her neck with his nose and kissed it softly. Her heart thudded in her chest and she couldn't stop all the hair on her body from raising.
"What you said to Moose," Grace tilted her head slightly and he lifted his to see her. "Was all of that true?" Though his face revealed no emotion Grace knew there was something more the curiosity in there somewhere.
"Yeah," She said softly. He hummed again curiously before they both went back to attempting to focus on the film. Eventually Grace fell asleep, never truly paying any attention at all to the film. She slept better than she had in as long as she could remember, nestled against the warmth and protection of the man who held her eternal being in the palm of his hand.
When Grace woke up the next morning she was alone, a blanket tucked around her and the TV still playing some old movie. She lied there peacefully for a few minutes, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and stretching. On the coffee table was a silver platter, cover and all, and a folded piece of paper next to a smart phone. Without moving from under the blanket, she reached out and snagged the piece of paper.
I've left to attend to some important matters. In case of emergency, call Moose.
-Crowley
Grace frowned slightly.
Moose? That's what he called Sam, wasn't it?
Grace picked up the phone and turned it on. It had already been set up and there were two phone numbers entered. One for Moose and one for Squirrel. She wasn't sure who Squirrel was, but figured it didn't matter for the time being.