The song here is "Heart-Shaped Box" by Nirvana

Heart-Shaped Box

Nikolai walked up to the mansion and threw open the doors, whistling. He walked through the rooms and threw open a couple more doors, turning down a couple of corridors to Keara's room. Finally, he was cutting Gabriel's time with Keara short. Before him, he was Keara's only friend; she had developed a crush on him and she lit up every time she saw him. Then, Gabriel had to come and help protect Keara like a demon with the Mark of Cain can't do the job.

Once Nikolai got to her room, he threw open her door and smiled at Gabriel.

"Clara has requested your presence." He said and the Archangel just grinned. "Ginger will show you the way. Now get out." he added and Gabriel walked to the door, smirked, and walked out. He didn't care if Gabriel knew what was going on or not; he just wanted to get him away from Keara before she developed a crush on him too.

Nikolai sat at the small table with Keara, a big smile on his face. She had taken out her Easy Bake Oven and had begun making some cookies. On the table were several drawings, most were hers, the others clearly weren't. When Nikolai held them up to see them, his smile faded. Gabriel drew himself stealing Keara from him. It wasn't teasing; it was letting him know that he wasn't Keara's number one anymore. He was competing against Gabriel and he was losing.

Nikolai put the drawing down, but continued to stare at it, glaring at it and balling his hands into fists. He was the one to protect Keara at all times. He was the one to take her around the world. He was the one to play with her and now, Gabriel stole his place. Keara liked him more. An Archangel; how disturbing.

Keara placed her freshly baked cookies on a plate when they were done and placed them on the table. She turned to put in another batch and then got her tea set ready; unaware that Nikolai had begun eating her cookies.

He glared at Gabriel's drawing as he ate a cookie, furious that Gabriel just waltzed into Hell and charmed Keara with his bag of candy and sleeve full of tricks. What was so good about him? As he thought about this, he grabbed another cookie and ate it.

When Keara came to the table with her tea set, it made him wonder if she was planning on playing with Gabriel like she used to do with him. Would she make Gabriel wear a pink boa and try to paint his nails pink? Would she try to place a stupid plastic ring on his stupid angelic finger too? Would she rip Nikolai's finger off just to get that ring back?

He ate another cookie and didn't notice Keara standing there, staring at him. However, he couldn't keep the frustration bottled up anymore.

"Why do you like him?" he asked and Keara crossed her arms over her chest and arched an eyebrow at him like her mother would.

"He's nice and fun." She replied as he glared at the drawing and ate another cookie.

"He's an angel and he bribes you with candy." He replied, shoving another cookie into his mouth as he glared so much at the drawing that he was nearly burning a hole into it.

"You, Niki, don't wear jealousy very well." Keara said and Nikolai glanced at her with a slight frown.

"I'm not jealous." He said and grunted as he looked back at the drawing.

"Says the grumpy face eating all my cookies." She replied and when he glanced at the plate of cookies, realized he really did eat them all. He looked up at her and his lips twitched into an odd grin.

"They're good." He said and she continued to stare at him with that arched eyebrow and those arms crossed over her chest. She looked just like her mother. How she was just so adorable! She pulled out the chair across from him and sat in it, leaning closer to him and then tapped the plastic ring on his finger.

"When I grow up to be like Mommy, you're the one I'm gonna marry. Gabriel's an angel and that would be weird. So take a chill pill and lay off my cookies." She said and got up to check on her cookies in her Easy Bake Oven.

Nikolai sat there, speechless, and feeling slightly unnerved. Keara was just two years old. The thought of being her husband and being intimate with her made him feel disgusting. However, he had about fifty years until she was fully grown up, so he didn't feel the need to worry. Although, fifty years is a long time, especially if Keara expects him to swear off sexual activity as he waits for her.

Then, it reminded him of when Clara was pregnant with Keara and Crowley had just made her cry. She was afraid he'd challenge Crowley for shouting at her and making her upset; she offered him the chance to be King if he just remained loyal to Crowley. She sort of gave him a choice between her or Keara. It was awkward, but he brushed it off knowing it was her hormones.

Until Keara started crushing on him. It was all just too weird.

Oh, he couldn't think about any of it. He needed a real stiff drink.