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Chapter 6: It's never for us to choose, I'll be the strength in you

"Sir?" A voice said making Crowley look up from his work, seeing that it was Kraven.

"What is it?" Crowley asked.

"I got the information you asked for," He said handing Crowley a folder. "Also, there are more angels than we anticipated looking for you King. One was found not far from the mansion today."

"The mansion is warded against those cloud hoppers, and now that we know what kills them, I don't find them much of a viable threat anymore."

Crowley flipped open the folder and scanned the papers for a moment, each page surprising him more than the last. He had no need to know anything about Lydia's past but he found himself unbearably curious and she was far from the sharing type. Plus he wanted to find out how he wasn't able to read her like he could everyone else. As he read through some of the details though, something just wasn't adding up.

"Sir, we have a problem." A unknown demon said interrupting his reading.

"Is it even possible for one of you to ever have some good news?"

The demon stared at Crowley nervously, not wanting to be on the receiving end of his wrath.

"Well?" Crowley said, impatient.

"The alarm at the mansion was tripped five minutes ago sir. We thought you'd like to take care of it personally."

No other demon besides Kraven knew anything about Lydia which was both a good and bad thing. Bad because in that five minutes of precious time, the intruder could have found Lydia and taken her. Or worse. Without a word Crowley disappeared and reappeared back in his room at the mansion. The room was still cloaked in darkness and he was immediately on high alert when he seen the bed was empty. Crowley immediately closed his eyes and tried to sense her to no avail, when he suddenly heard a soft noise coming from the walk in closet. Quietly, he walked towards the door and tossed it open, quickly jumping out of the way when a knife came flying towards him.

"Well, I wasn't quite expecting that."

"Crowley?" A soft voice whispered.

"Darling, what are you doing in the closet?"

"Someone's in the house." Lydia said, still whispering.

Crowley looked over and seen that Growly was also sitting in the closet next to her which made him let out a full blown laugh.

"You do realize that he is not a pet, he is a hellhound and he could have easily taken out whoever is down there. Besides aren't you a hunter? You're the first one I've met that cowers in the closet when there's trouble." Crowley said mockingly.

Lydia gave him a dirty look before saying, "Yes I'm a hunter but going head to head with someone that breaks into the King of hell's place didn't sound like a very bright idea you ass."

"Touché." He said giving her a smirk. "And the reason you didn't let my hellhound take care of it?"

"I didn't want him to get hurt." She replied warmly.

"Darling, you're too much. Alright you stay here while I go see who I have to kill. Growly protect her."

Lydia jumped up and grabbed Crowley's arm before he walked away. Turning around he seen the slight fear in her eyes and grinned.

"Don't tell me you're afraid I'll get hurt too?" Crowley asked inquisitively.

"I can't help it. It seems like every time I care about someone, they disappear."

Seeing the sadness in her eyes and hearing her admit to caring about him, stirred up something deep that Crowley had buried for a long time. Not waiting another second, he pulled Lydia towards him and their lips crashed together with no hesitation from either person. His grip was tight and his hands rough, which just made Lydia want him that much more. Crowley let his hands slide down to the edge of his dress shirt she still wore and when the roughness of them grazed the soft skin of her upper thighs, she whimpered into his mouth.

"Please.." Lydia whispered, disoriented and not really knowing what she was even begging for.

Just then there was a crash in the hallway and the hellhound that sat at their feet began to growl. Crowley immediately pushed Lydia behind him and back into the closet before strolling towards the closed bedroom door with Growly behind him. Seconds later the door was pushed open and a tall figure entered the darkened room but was immediately thrown against the wall with just a flick from Crowley's wrist. Casually walking over and flipping on the bedroom light, he looked at the man pressed against the wall, not recognizing him whatsoever.

"Where's Lydia!" The man demanded which made Crowley instantly know this must be the person who had been texting Lydia's phone before he destroyed it.

"Do you even know whose house you just broke into?" Crowley said raising his voice.

"All that matters to me is that you have Lydia and she's coming with me!"

"Then you are the bloody idiot I thought you to be." Crowley replied.

Lydia had her ear pressed up against the closet door and when she heard Alex's voice, her heart stopped. She swiftly opened the door and walked out into the bedroom only to see Alex pressed up against the wall, Crowley seemingly holding him there with his powers and not having to use much effort. Alex looked Lydia up and down with disgust clear on his face when he seen what she was wearing.

"Alex, what are you doing here?" Lydia asked shakily.

"What am I doing here? You disappear for two days and you have the nerve to ask what I'm doing here!" He roared.

Growly let out a loud snarl at the way Alex was talking to Lydia which made Crowley chuckle. The hellhound had really taken a liking to her. Deciding to let Lydia deal with her friend, he let Alex fall to the floor then went to take a seat in the lounge chair near the bed.

"So is this why you didn't check in? You didn't want me to know that you've been shacking up with a demon?"

"I am not shacking up with him!" Lydia argued. "I didn't call you because I lost my phone, otherwise I would have told you I was fine. I am fine, thanks to Crowley."

"Yeah because demons are the helpful type. Wait, Crowley? The crossroads demon that you tried to make a deal with! I knew there was something more going on than you first let on! So have you been seeing him this whole time and not telling me?"

"No! I haven't seen him since that night at the crossroads I swear! I would be dead if he hadn't shown up. Your simple hunt that was supposed to be one demon ended up being a demon and two angels!" Lydia yelled. "I'm starting to think you planned for that Alex."

"Oh don't start with that shit again Lyd. I didn't know there would be more than just the demon there and as a hunter you should have been able to handle it without needing help from him." Alex told her, practically hissing when he mentioned Crowley. "And you sure as hell should not be staying here with him after the fact!"

"Listen, I don't know how to even begin to explain to you what's been going on but I swear, I am fine and you didn't need to come, I can take care of myself."

"No." Alex said.

In a flash, Alex pulled out a knife and grabbed Lydia's arm to pull her against him. She immediately felt the cool metal of the knife press against her throat and she tried to pull away but Alex just held her tighter.

"What the hell are you doing!" Lydia demanded.

Alex didn't pay any attention to her, instead staring at Crowley with fire in his eyes.

"Now here's how this is going to go, you're going to stay right where you are and we're going to walk out that door." Alex said motioning towards the now open bedroom door.

"I sincerely doubt that." Crowley chuckled as he stood up from the chair.

Alex smirked before pulling out a gun and shooting Crowley in the middle of the chest.

"No!" Lydia screamed as she struggled against Alex more fiercely.

Crowley dropped back into the chair with his hand over the bullet wound and when he pulled his hand away it was covered in his blood. He immediately tried to stand back up but was cemented in that spot unable to move or get to Lydia.

"Devil's trap bullet." Alex explained smugly. "And your hell hound won't be any worry to me either thanks to this."

Pulling a small black bag out of his pocket and tossing it on the floor, Crowley quickly realized it was a hex bag. He looked over and seen that Growly was also immobilized and very unhappy about it.

"Ya know, the Winchesters thought I was a dead man when I told them who I was going after. They're warnings about the hell hound certainly helped though. This was much easier than I thought it would be. I guess king of hell is just a title to spark fear among demon scum and no power to back it up." Alex mocked.

"Alex stop! What the hell is wrong with you!" Lydia screamed, still trying to get away from him.

"You are mine. No one will take you from me, especially a demon has been who is still the weak crossroads demon he will always be."

Something about the way Alex said that brought back a memory to Crowley but he couldn't quite remember exactly what it was. Quickly pushing it out of his mind, he looked into Lydia's eyes, seeing the fear in them and realizing it was fear for him and not herself.

"I'm going to enjoy torturing you." Crowley said simply.

"Yeah good luck with that. I know for a fact that you can't sense Lydia, so good luck trying to find her. Let's go." Alex hissed into Lydia's ear.

As Lydia was being pulled out the door, Crowley immediately began to dig for the bullet in his chest. He watched as Lydia finally pulled free from Alex, the knife cutting into her shoulder. She quickly pushed the pain away and punched Alex square in the face. Alex immediately recovered, backhanding her right across the face and making Lydia fall to the ground. Crowley, enraged beyond belief, started digging for the bullet again until he seen a small syringe being pulled out of Alex's pocket.

"Lydia run!" Crowley yelled.

Lydia pulled herself back up and tried to make it out the door without question, but was too late. Alex stuck the needle into the side of her neck and forced the foreign liquid into her body. She immediately pulled it out and let the needle drop to floor. The drug was instantaneous, as Lydia quickly became dizzy and started to falter on her feet, attempting to get to Crowley.

"Crowley…" She breathed out before falling to the ground, unconscious.

Alex had a bloodied nose from Lydia punching him and as he tried to stop the bleeding, he spotted a shirt on the floor which he picked up and wiped his blood on, before throwing it back down. He moved quick and had Lydia in his arms as he made his way to the bedroom doorway.

"If you do anything to harm her, you will be begging for death when I get my hands on you." Crowley said fiercely.

Without a word, Alex smirked and walked out the door, carrying Lydia in his arms.

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