A/N: I'm back! Sort of. I'm here but chapters will probably be short for awhile as I try to fit writing into my schedule and probably a bit OC and off-kilter as I get back into the swing of things.

Baby #3, affectionately known as The Spud, is turning 3 months and I cannot believe it has been longer than that since my last update. Thank you to all of you who sent congrats, comments, and general PMs over the last few months. Thank you to everyone who has been patiently waiting. Also, yes, we got the house. It needs some TLC but it's ours!

To those who were rude enough to tell me when and how much I should be writing, seriously, I had a baby. I'm an adult. With adult responsibilities. With kids. And other adultish crap I wish would go away. I love writing and reading fan fiction, but it's a hobby. It doesn't pay my bills so it doesn't come first.

1MoreInMe1: Thank you for sticking it out this long! The ride is not over just yet so I hope you will continue to stand by the story.

Guest who wrote about Becky: Me too! Ugh.


106: A Real Winchester

There was a very deafening silence as the two humans took in the king of Hell. Bobby was mentally kicking himself in the ass for not booting Jane out of the house and Jane was simply considering Crowley. He didn't make her feel like wetting herself, not like Lucifer had. She didn't trust him, that was both common sense and instinct shouting at her not to be a nitwit. But there was something… something about him, she felt her lips twitching up into a smile.

"You can politely kiss my ass-" Bobby's long, crude version of a 'no' was interrupted by Jane stepping towards the circle. He watched as she halted right outside of it, holding his breath.

Crowley took a step towards her, hand extended and came to a halt, sighing. His eyes shot to the ceiling, where they had painted the Devil's trap. "Really, Bobby? Don't we both know how this game ends?"

"Poorly." Jane remarked, shrugging when Bobby shot her a look. "Jane Winchester."

"Crowley, King of Hell, charmed, darling." Crowley gave her his attention again. "You're not afraid."

"Of you?" Jane considered him, shrugging her thin shoulders ever so slightly. "I'm cautious yes, afraid… no." She was also probably out of her mind but he was not the scariest demon she had come across by any means.

"You are definitely not a real Winchester." It was an obvious compliment.

Jane stepped back, letting the boys talk shop, observing the demon who had stepped in to fill Lucifer's shoes. Crowley gave the appearance of a businessman, something Lucifer had had no interest in. She idly wondered what Hell's current state of affairs was, gathering it was a pain in the ass as she watched Crowley help himself to Bobby's liquor. She remained quiet as the two went back and forth, listening to Crowley vent and then both their snark. When Crowley did the shorthand version of Bobby wanting his soul back. It was a serious thing but…

Crowley and Bobby both looked at Jane when she began laughing. Crowley arching an eyebrow, Bobby furrowing his. "You think this is funny?" He demanded gruffly.

"A little bit." Jane was developing a sick sense of humor apparently.

"As amusing as this has been, you get bubkes." Crowley said flatly. "Are we done?"

Bobby was going to have to have words with Jane later. "I'm just getting started." He looked off to his left.

Crowley looked as well, shock on his face. "Gavin?"

Gavin, it turned out, had been Crowley's son back when Crowley was a proper mortal. Bobby had done some research, made some phone calls, and then called himself up a ghost. He had found out some interesting tidbits about the newest King of Hell, made some more phone calls, and here they were.

Sometimes, Jane missed it just being her, Dean and Baby, retired and contemplating having a family. Most of the time, Jane knew that was just a pipe dream and things that went bump in the night would always find them.

"What did you tell him, son?"

She snorted at that. Crowley had been offering to watch Bobby torture Gavin a minute ago, now it was 'son'. Demons were scumbags.

"Everything." Gavin smirked before disappearing.

"I know it all now. Fergus."

Jane hadn't known that and bit back another laugh. "Crowley sounds better."

"Agreed, darling." Crowley didn't even look at her.

"You sold your soul in exchange for three extra inches below the belt."

"No kidding?" She squirmed under the looks she was receiving now. Bobby looked exasperated, Crowley seemed reluctantly amused. "What?"

"Just trying to hit double digits." Crowley gave her a half smile before giving his attention over to Bobby. "So, you glimpsed behind the curtain. And?"

"…now I know where you're planted. Jane?"

Jane had her cell phone out. She hit a button and tossed it to Crowley. She kept her eyes on him as he exchanged words with Dean, wondering just what her husband was saying to put that look on the demon's face. Whatever Dean had said, it was working, because Crowley tossed the cell aside and sighed.

"Bollocks."

Bobby was getting his soul back, and keeping the legs. Jane watched as he broke the Devil's trap, wondering if that was a good idea. She flinched and took a hasty step backwards when Crowley was suddenly in her personal bubble.

"Maybe you are a Winchester, saucy minx." He studied her again. "I'll be seeing you, Jane."

"Well… shit." She said to the empty space he had just occupied.