Grace and Feathers

Millie gleamed with pride, nodding quickly. “Yes”. “Come on, my little super nova, say it again”. “…Da” Orion cooed.

A huge smile broke over Crowley’s face as he stared down at his son. “Did you just say…? Oh my clever little prince!” Crowley lifted the boy high into the air before pulling him into his chest to kiss his forehead. “This is wonderful.”

Orion squealed in delight at the King’s affection, “Da!”. “Isn’t it?”. She leaned her head on Crowley’s shoulder, remaking sarcastically “before you know it he’ll be saying ‘want to make a deal?’.”

Millie gleamed with pride, nodding quickly. “Yes”. “Come on, my little super nova, say it again”. “…Da” Orion cooed.

A huge smile broke over Crowley’s face as he stared down at his son. “Did you just say…? Oh my clever little prince!” Crowley lifted the boy high into the air before pulling him into his chest to kiss his forehead. “This is wonderful.”

Orion squealed in delight at the King's affection, "Da!". "Isn't it?". She leaned her head on Crowley's shoulder, remaking sarcastically "before you know it he'll be saying 'want to make a deal?'."

Millie gleamed with pride, nodding quickly. "Yes". "Come on, my little super nova, say it again". "...Da" Orion cooed.

Crowley hissed, knocking her hand away. “Keep your filthy, sulfuric hands off me! I am here to keep some form of peace. I do not wish to associate with you any more than I have to.”

She scoffed. “Fine then, well be prepared to be bored feathers”. Millie turned away, lightly smacking him across the cheek then sitting back down. “All I do is sit in this chair and do paperwork. You want to keep some peace, I suggest you look else where. Such as the pain in ass Winchesters. They like to rearrange our plans, don’t they?”.

He grimaced as she touched him again, leaning against the wall. “I’ve lasted a long time being bored, I can be bored a little longer,” he said coolly. “The Winchesters are not my mission, nor is it my personal goal to cause them any harm as of yet. You on the other hand…well, you fulfill both those criteria.”

Millicent nodded in acknowledgement, returning to her much needed to be done papek. “Well if you’re bored feathers then why don’t we go down on the little field trip, someone’s long overdue”. She asked with a smirk. Looking at the contract she read aloud “a one, Sarah Stabler, is about seven weeks over due”.

Crowley frowned, biting his lip as she spoke. “I’m not in the business of taking souls for Hell, even if they are pledged to it. And neither are you. You’re the Queen. You don’t collect the garbage any more. You send other people to collect. We’ve been watching you for a long time. I know you don’t do that.”

Millicent raised an eyebrow with a half smile. Well feathers was certainly brave to say she wouldn’t go collect souls but he was right. “Watching people die not your thing, Crowley?” She teased. “I’m sure as a heavenly marshmallow of war, you’ve seen lots of battle, so people dying shouldn’t bother you right?”. Millie pondered him, searching his eyes. “Then tell me, Crowley, what is your cup of tea?”.

“I’ve seen many people die. Many people have died at my hand. Unlike demons however, I don’t seek to kill them unless I have no other choice. Taking someone’s life should not be sport,” Crowley spat. “It’s not about a contract or a game to me. It’s about doing what must be done to further my father’s will.” He smirked slightly. “My cup of tea? Sitting down and watching someone’s quiet Heaven, or finding demons to slaughter.”

Millicent grinned. "I enjoy similar tastes actually. I enjoy watching someone's personal Hell". Propping herself against her desk, she pursed her lips. "There's something thrilling about seeing someone atone for their sins". She quietly mused for a moment, taking a deep breath as if she could smell the sulfuric flames of Hell. "Now. Enough fun, why don't you and I get down to the nitty gritty of business, hmm?".

"At the moment? No but perhaps you could put your gaze above my chest".

Crowley hissed, knocking her hand away. “Keep your filthy, sulfuric hands off me! I am here to keep some form of peace. I do not wish to associate with you any more than I have to.”

She scoffed. “Fine then, well be prepared to be bored feathers”. Millie turned away, lightly smacking him across the cheek then sitting back down. “All I do is sit in this chair and do paperwork. You want to keep some peace, I suggest you look else where. Such as the pain in ass Winchesters. They like to rearrange our plans, don’t they?”.

He grimaced as she touched him again, leaning against the wall. “I’ve lasted a long time being bored, I can be bored a little longer,” he said coolly. “The Winchesters are not my mission, nor is it my personal goal to cause them any harm as of yet. You on the other hand…well, you fulfill both those criteria.”

Millicent nodded in acknowledgement, returning to her much needed to be done papek. “Well if you’re bored feathers then why don’t we go down on the little field trip, someone’s long overdue”. She asked with a smirk. Looking at the contract she read aloud “a one, Sarah Stabler, is about seven weeks over due”.

Crowley frowned, biting his lip as she spoke. “I’m not in the business of taking souls for Hell, even if they are pledged to it. And neither are you. You’re the Queen. You don’t collect the garbage any more. You send other people to collect. We’ve been watching you for a long time. I know you don’t do that.”

Millicent raised an eyebrow with a half smile. Well feathers was certainly brave to say she wouldn't go collect souls but he was right. "Watching people die not your thing, Crowley?" She teased. "I'm sure as a heavenly marshmallow of war, you've seen lots of battle, so people dying shouldn't bother you right?". Millie pondered him, searching his eyes. "Then tell me, Crowley, what is your cup of tea?".

Crowley growled, turning to grab her wrist and glare up at her. “My name is Crowley. You’d do well to remember it. And keep your filthy hands off me. This suit is worth more than your life.”

Instead of defending the outrageous insult, she decided to provake him further with her anger to fuel her. “Well, Crowley, perhaps if I’m so filthy how about you come clean me up? Perhaps I’ll stroke those pretty feathers I can’t see right off”.

Crowley snarled as he surged to his feet, eyes glowing brightly as his wings stretched out behind him. “I’ll clean you up alright!” he threatened. “So much so there’ll be nothing left of you!”

Millicent retracted her wrist, rubbing it as she gazed at the shadows. While she could honestly say his wings were painting a picture, his threats did not suaye her. “Enough with the light show, feathers. If you killed me your garrison wouldn’t be very happy now would they? And I can’t imagine you’re too high up on the food chain considering you’re stuck babysitting”.

Crowley continued to glare as he calmed himself, eyes returning to their usual brown and wings disappearing. “I doubt they’d be all that upset if I were to finish off the Queen of Hell,” he grunted pointedly. “And I’m high enough to be entrusted with the task of making sure you don’t do anything else. And I’ve been told to use any means necessary to keep you from it.”

Millicent cocked her head and smiled. Stroking his scruffy cheek with her thumb she hummed “By any means necessary huh? You won’t need much then”.

Crowley hissed, knocking her hand away. “Keep your filthy, sulfuric hands off me! I am here to keep some form of peace. I do not wish to associate with you any more than I have to.”

She scoffed. “Fine then, well be prepared to be bored feathers”. Millie turned away, lightly smacking him across the cheek then sitting back down. “All I do is sit in this chair and do paperwork. You want to keep some peace, I suggest you look else where. Such as the pain in ass Winchesters. They like to rearrange our plans, don’t they?”.

He grimaced as she touched him again, leaning against the wall. “I’ve lasted a long time being bored, I can be bored a little longer,” he said coolly. “The Winchesters are not my mission, nor is it my personal goal to cause them any harm as of yet. You on the other hand…well, you fulfill both those criteria.”

Millicent nodded in acknowledgement, returning to her much needed to be done paper work. "Well if you're bored feathers then why don't we go down on the little field trip, someone's long overdue". She asked with a smirk. Looking at the contract she read aloud "a one, Sarah Stabler, is about seven weeks over due".

"But what about me? I mean I was an angel and now I'm human, arena those supposed to be things demons don't like?". Millie sat next to him with curious eyes.

Crowley growled, turning to grab her wrist and glare up at her. “My name is Crowley. You’d do well to remember it. And keep your filthy hands off me. This suit is worth more than your life.”

Instead of defending the outrageous insult, she decided to provake him further with her anger to fuel her. “Well, Crowley, perhaps if I’m so filthy how about you come clean me up? Perhaps I’ll stroke those pretty feathers I can’t see right off”.

Crowley snarled as he surged to his feet, eyes glowing brightly as his wings stretched out behind him. “I’ll clean you up alright!” he threatened. “So much so there’ll be nothing left of you!”

Millicent retracted her wrist, rubbing it as she gazed at the shadows. While she could honestly say his wings were painting a picture, his threats did not suaye her. “Enough with the light show, feathers. If you killed me your garrison wouldn’t be very happy now would they? And I can’t imagine you’re too high up on the food chain considering you’re stuck babysitting”.

Crowley continued to glare as he calmed himself, eyes returning to their usual brown and wings disappearing. “I doubt they’d be all that upset if I were to finish off the Queen of Hell,” he grunted pointedly. “And I’m high enough to be entrusted with the task of making sure you don’t do anything else. And I’ve been told to use any means necessary to keep you from it.”

Millicent cocked her head and smiled. Stroking his scruffy cheek with her thumb she hummed “By any means necessary huh? You won’t need much then”.

Crowley hissed, knocking her hand away. “Keep your filthy, sulfuric hands off me! I am here to keep some form of peace. I do not wish to associate with you any more than I have to.”

She scoffed. "Fine then, well be prepared to be bored feathers". Millie turned away, lightly smacking him across the cheek then sitting back down. "All I do is sit in this chair and do paperwork. You want to keep some peace, I suggest you look else where. Such as the pain in ass Winchesters. They like to rearrange our plans, don't they?".

She mocked him with a wiping away of a fake tear. “How sad”. Millie shrugged with a wicked grin as she strolled over to him, racing her fingers along his shoulders. Standing tall above him she told him “fortunately for you I ask questions first, kill later. How else would I smite angels so efficiently? Well, my demons but you get the picture”.

Crowley tensed as her fingers ran over his shoulders, dangerously close to where his wings would show. “I find in smiting demons, one doesn’t need to ask many questions,” he said coolly. “But by all means, ask away.”

“You’re quite right about one” she mused with a chuckled. Slowly walking her fingers down his back she asked in a whispered hush “what’s wrong feathers? Sensitive?”.

Crowley growled, turning to grab her wrist and glare up at her. “My name is Crowley. You’d do well to remember it. And keep your filthy hands off me. This suit is worth more than your life.”

Instead of defending the outrageous insult, she decided to provake him further with her anger to fuel her. “Well, Crowley, perhaps if I’m so filthy how about you come clean me up? Perhaps I’ll stroke those pretty feathers I can’t see right off”.

Crowley snarled as he surged to his feet, eyes glowing brightly as his wings stretched out behind him. “I’ll clean you up alright!” he threatened. “So much so there’ll be nothing left of you!”

Millicent retracted her wrist, rubbing it as she gazed at the shadows. While she could honestly say his wings were painting a picture, his threats did not suaye her. “Enough with the light show, feathers. If you killed me your garrison wouldn’t be very happy now would they? And I can’t imagine you’re too high up on the food chain considering you’re stuck babysitting”.

Crowley continued to glare as he calmed himself, eyes returning to their usual brown and wings disappearing. “I doubt they’d be all that upset if I were to finish off the Queen of Hell,” he grunted pointedly. “And I’m high enough to be entrusted with the task of making sure you don’t do anything else. And I’ve been told to use any means necessary to keep you from it.”

Millicent cocked her head and smiled. Stroking his scruffy cheek with her thumb she hummed "By any means necessary huh? You won't need much then".

‘How dare you!?’ She hissed inwardly. Hiding from the angels did seem the best route to keep her skin on but ripping her grace out was totally out of the question. Grace made Millicent who she was. God would never forgive her. He’d throw her right down into Lucifer’s cage. His last comment made her graced filled heart sink. For every bit infuriating, he was equally charming and humorous. And kind. ‘Crowley may be the scum of Hell but he has been kind to me’. “But you wouldn’t. I’ve been around you long enough to know you wouldn’t condemn me back to the angels”. Millicent took a wobbly step forward after a dizzy spell passed, supporting her weight on a chair. She came close to Crowley’s face, close enough to see the annoyance in his eyes and challenged in a soft tone “you care too much”.

Millicent was taken aback by his sudden cool tone that almost sounded disgusted. She reeled back her emotions of anger and a twinge of hurt to think. She was silent for a good a while. Wanting to ask why he didn’t just let her die on the floor would probably be responded with ‘I didn’t want a stain on the floor’. Recognizing how long she had been quiet she just sat down in silence. ‘If I’m going to be stuck here, it doesn’t mean I have to talk to him…for the most part’ she comforted her hurt ego.

“Ah, finally learning you place down here,” Crowley said with a cruel sneer. He could tell by the twitch of her mouth, the slight narrowing of her eyes, and the abrupt way she refused to speak that he had upset. About bloody time. It would probably come back to bite him on the ass, but right at that moment, he didn’t care. This was his Hell, not the angels, and he’d be damned if he let a single one of them try to interfere. “About time you learned to shut your mouth before it gets you into any more trouble. Stay down here as long as you wish Millicent, but do not venture into places you are not welcome.”

Millicent looked up at him with a disgusted scowl. She would not be spoken to as if she was his slave. Mustering what little strength she had left, she forced him against the wall with a flick if her fingers and kept him pinned there. “Do not speak to me as if you are better, you cur!” She snarled. Seeing him helpless gave her power as she strode over to him. This was not going to help her but it felt too good not to. “My place is to watch you, nothing less and if you think I will cower before your belittling words, you got another this coming. Don’t you dare ever speak to me like that”.

Crowley groaned as he hit the wall before raising an eyebrow at her to start chuckling. “Now there’s the fierce, bitchy angel I’m used to. Self-loathing and pity doesn’t suit you Millicent. But I am better than you. And I probably will speak to you like that again. You’re just going to have to learn to play the game back.” He frowned slightly. “Now if you don’t mind letting me go…”

Millie didn’t say anything. For once, Crowley was right. She was ignorant, not to mention incredibly stubborn. She looked away to the floor but let herself lean against him. Only to recover her strength of course. “I’m not weak” she panted.

“Whatever you say pet,” Crowley muttered, rolling his eyes as he move her over to a chair. “Now sit. And for Lucifer’s sake, don’t get quite so worked up! It wasn’t exactly very helpful to your condition, was it?”

Millie was reluctant to listen but his was right, unfortunately. She needed time to recover and fighting with a fully strengthen demon wasn't going to help. "Don't use his name" she told him bluntly. She didn't want to fight anymore but it was a name that sent chills down her back. "I need to rest" she mumbled to herself, clenching and unclenching her hand trying to stir her grace. While he annoyed her to the point where she wanted to shove her blade down his throat, he hadn't done anything to cause distrust. 'What am I thinking?'. Demons can't be trusted.

She mocked him with a wiping away of a fake tear. “How sad”. Millie shrugged with a wicked grin as she strolled over to him, racing her fingers along his shoulders. Standing tall above him she told him “fortunately for you I ask questions first, kill later. How else would I smite angels so efficiently? Well, my demons but you get the picture”.

Crowley tensed as her fingers ran over his shoulders, dangerously close to where his wings would show. “I find in smiting demons, one doesn’t need to ask many questions,” he said coolly. “But by all means, ask away.”

“You’re quite right about one” she mused with a chuckled. Slowly walking her fingers down his back she asked in a whispered hush “what’s wrong feathers? Sensitive?”.

Crowley growled, turning to grab her wrist and glare up at her. “My name is Crowley. You’d do well to remember it. And keep your filthy hands off me. This suit is worth more than your life.”

Instead of defending the outrageous insult, she decided to provake him further with her anger to fuel her. “Well, Crowley, perhaps if I’m so filthy how about you come clean me up? Perhaps I’ll stroke those pretty feathers I can’t see right off”.

Crowley snarled as he surged to his feet, eyes glowing brightly as his wings stretched out behind him. “I’ll clean you up alright!” he threatened. “So much so there’ll be nothing left of you!”

Millicent retracted her wrist, rubbing it as she gazed at the shadows. While she could honestly say his wings were painting a picture, his threats did not suaye her. "Enough with the light show, feathers. If you killed me your garrison wouldn't be very happy now would they? And I can't imagine you're too high up on the food chain considering you're stuck babysitting".

‘How dare you!?’ She hissed inwardly. Hiding from the angels did seem the best route to keep her skin on but ripping her grace out was totally out of the question. Grace made Millicent who she was. God would never forgive her. He’d throw her right down into Lucifer’s cage. His last comment made her graced filled heart sink. For every bit infuriating, he was equally charming and humorous. And kind. ‘Crowley may be the scum of Hell but he has been kind to me’. “But you wouldn’t. I’ve been around you long enough to know you wouldn’t condemn me back to the angels”. Millicent took a wobbly step forward after a dizzy spell passed, supporting her weight on a chair. She came close to Crowley’s face, close enough to see the annoyance in his eyes and challenged in a soft tone “you care too much”.

Millicent was taken aback by his sudden cool tone that almost sounded disgusted. She reeled back her emotions of anger and a twinge of hurt to think. She was silent for a good a while. Wanting to ask why he didn’t just let her die on the floor would probably be responded with ‘I didn’t want a stain on the floor’. Recognizing how long she had been quiet she just sat down in silence. ‘If I’m going to be stuck here, it doesn’t mean I have to talk to him…for the most part’ she comforted her hurt ego.

“Ah, finally learning you place down here,” Crowley said with a cruel sneer. He could tell by the twitch of her mouth, the slight narrowing of her eyes, and the abrupt way she refused to speak that he had upset. About bloody time. It would probably come back to bite him on the ass, but right at that moment, he didn’t care. This was his Hell, not the angels, and he’d be damned if he let a single one of them try to interfere. “About time you learned to shut your mouth before it gets you into any more trouble. Stay down here as long as you wish Millicent, but do not venture into places you are not welcome.”

Millicent looked up at him with a disgusted scowl. She would not be spoken to as if she was his slave. Mustering what little strength she had left, she forced him against the wall with a flick if her fingers and kept him pinned there. “Do not speak to me as if you are better, you cur!” She snarled. Seeing him helpless gave her power as she strode over to him. This was not going to help her but it felt too good not to. “My place is to watch you, nothing less and if you think I will cower before your belittling words, you got another this coming. Don’t you dare ever speak to me like that”.

Crowley groaned as he hit the wall before raising an eyebrow at her to start chuckling. “Now there’s the fierce, bitchy angel I’m used to. Self-loathing and pity doesn’t suit you Millicent. But I am better than you. And I probably will speak to you like that again. You’re just going to have to learn to play the game back.” He frowned slightly. “Now if you don’t mind letting me go…”

Millie didn't say anything. For once, Crowley was right. She was ignorant, not to mention incredibly stubborn. She looked away to the floor but let herself lean against him. Only to recover her strength of course. "I'm not weak" she panted.

She mocked him with a wiping away of a fake tear. “How sad”. Millie shrugged with a wicked grin as she strolled over to him, racing her fingers along his shoulders. Standing tall above him she told him “fortunately for you I ask questions first, kill later. How else would I smite angels so efficiently? Well, my demons but you get the picture”.

Crowley tensed as her fingers ran over his shoulders, dangerously close to where his wings would show. “I find in smiting demons, one doesn’t need to ask many questions,” he said coolly. “But by all means, ask away.”

“You’re quite right about one” she mused with a chuckled. Slowly walking her fingers down his back she asked in a whispered hush “what’s wrong feathers? Sensitive?”.

Crowley growled, turning to grab her wrist and glare up at her. “My name is Crowley. You’d do well to remember it. And keep your filthy hands off me. This suit is worth more than your life.”

Instead of defending the outrageous insult, she decided to provake him further with her anger to fuel her. "Well, Crowley, perhaps if I'm so filthy how about you come clean me up? Perhaps I'll stroke those pretty feathers I can't see right off".