#deanwinhester

       “What are we going to do Sammy?” Dean asked, a small tear running down his cheek as he stroked your hair.  Sam came over and stood behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Sam was just as upset as Dean, both were on the verge of letting the tears flow.  

       “Give it one more night. If nothing happens by the morning we perform an exorcism and then take her to a hospital. Other than that I don’t know what to do.” Both boys felt lost and broken, they knew that they were out of options and they were starting to believe that they had lost you.  

       They continued with their shifts through the night, switching off every couple hours, one watching and the other getting some sleep if they were able. Around 9 in the morning both of them were sitting at your bedside.  

       “Alright, do it.” Dean said through gritted teeth. At this point he was not concerned with holding back any tears. Reluctantly, Sam began to recite Latin, his tears falling on the bedspread.  He had gotten about half way through the exorcism, when they both saw your eyes flutter and tears streak down your cheeks.  

        Sam stopped and joined his brother in leaning over you and saying your name, trying to coax you awake. Your eyes began to flutter more than the first time. 

       “I think she is waking up!” Sam said excited beyond belief and so hopeful. Before you opened your eyes a thick red smoke came pouring out of your mouth. Crowley had left your body and gone back into his own.Then you opened your eyes and saw the happy crying faces of Sam and Dean starting back at you.  

       “Guys?” You asked weak and confused. Neither of them said anything. Instead they wrapped their arms around you and hugged you like their lives depended on it. As they pulled away, you felt the mattress shift slightly behind you and a cold hand reached out and grabbed yours.

       Turning you saw Crowley laying next to you, slightly ashen in color but alive. Not caring at all that Sam and Dean were in the room, you threw yourself on top of him and cried tears of relief and joy. Instead of giving a snarky or childish comment the boys said nothing. The two of them made eye contact with the King to signal their thanks and then left the room. You had more than earned your alone time.  

        After several minutes of just holding him, his body began to warm up and you had managed to stop sobbing. Propping yourself up on his chest, you both just looked at each other.  Carefully, Crowley reached up and ran his thumb across your split lip that had begun to scab over.  

       “I was worried we lost you.” He said placing a small strand of hair back behind your ear.  

       “You were worried?” You responded with a breathy laugh. “I thought my nightmare came true.” He leaned in and kissed you softly, making sure not to put too much pressure on your lip.  

       “Nothing can kill me remember, I’m the King of Hell.” He said with mock pride, all the while knowing that if it wasn’t for you he would be dead. “However, you may have helped a bit.” You jokingly pinched him in the arm as he lovingly mocked you.   

       “What all happened?” You were still having a hard time recalling events.  The most vivid memory you had was Joshua killing Crowley.  

        “I am going to let the boys take care of that explanation.” The demon sat up, taking you with him and cradling you in his arms for a moment. “I need to go away for a while.” As he spoke you could see the sadness in his eyes and you could tell that he wasn’t completely choosing to leave you. There was a slight amount of panic in your face when he said he was leaving.  

        “Don’t fret, I will always come back to you.” He said lightly tapping your necklace. “I have a little hell to raise after the unfortunate festivities.” He said kissing your forehead. Crowley slid off the bed and stood in front of you. 

       “Ok, after we make a deal.” You said grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze. He looked at you with a soft smile and just a hint of suspicion. “If anything goes wrong, you get out and come back to me.” You words were full of love but your eyes still held some fear.  

        “If this is to end in fire, then we shall both burn together.” He said trying to lighten the mood by quoting ‘I See Fire’. The laughter that bubbled out of you was accompanied by small tears. He gave you a deep passionate kiss, a kiss that held love, hope, and a future. Then he disappeared leaving you in your room with the necklace that would always call him back. Taking a deep breath you collected your emotions, then moved so you were facing your bedroom door. 

       “I know you’re out there.” You yelled, seeing the shadows of your brothers boots under the door.  Slowly Dean peeked inside, to make sure he wasn’t interrupting anything.

        “He is gone.” You said, absently fiddling with your necklace. Sam gave you the puppy eyes, waiting for you to cry again.

       “You ok?” He asked almost too gently. You smiled at him knowing he was just concerned.

       “Yeah, I know he will be back.” Of that you were confident not even death could keep that from happening. Dean came over and sat next to you on the bed wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly.

      “What appended?” You asked when Dean would finally let you breath.

        “What do you remember?” Sam was extremely curious. He had his learning face on, you were half expecting him to whip out a paper and pen and start taking notes.

        “I remember seeing Joshua go after Crowley with the angel blade, feeling his blood spurt on me, screaming, and incredible anger and fear. After that I don’t remember much.” Both boys looked at you in surprise that you remember so little about what you had done.

       “Wow, well, as far as we could guess you hulked out.” Dean spoke with hints of pride and admiration. You looked at Sam questioningly for more clarification.

       “I think your body went into defense mode and your magic took over.” Sam said clearing his throat, waiting for you to freak out a bit. You just nodded your head slowly taking in what he had told you. Then you had a memory flash of flinging a demon against the wall.

       “I remember magic punching a demon.” You said softly, trying to recall more. Dean chuckled and you as you scrunched your face, trying to force memories to manifest.

       “Don’t hurt yourself, sweetheart.” He smiled at you and squeezing your shoulder. “Basically, you used your powers and flung the one douche bag against the wall, then you turned invisible, which is bad ass by the way.” You shook your head and smiled at Dean. As he spoke you began to remember what had happened.

       “And then I went after the dragon.” You said, your eyes going from one brother to the other.

       “Yeah and the fact that he couldn’t see you freaked him out.” Sam’s voice was beginning to sound almost as proud as Dean’s. “Do you remember going after Joshua?” Sam asked carefully.

       “Not really.” You said wanting him to fill in the banks.

       “Long story short, you made him release all of us, then you took my knife, carved a demon trap in it and nailed him to the wall.” Dean, was staring into space as he remembered what happened.

       “Then what?” You were beginning to get nervous about what they were telling you, the magic taking you over was more than a little overwhelming.

     “Then you saved Crowley’s life.” Sam looked at you and smiled. “Even in your wacked out state you remembered him.” You could tell the boys still weren’t keen on you loving a demon, however, you knew that they would deal for a bit longer after everything that happened.

      “Was that all?” You raised a question brow, waiting for an answer. It felt like your world was spinning at all of this new information.

      “Yeah and then you passed out.” Sam shrugged and leaned back in the chair you’re your desk. “Healing him probably drained you.”

       “There was one more thing.” Dean was reluctant to tell you the last thing that he remembered.

       “Spit it out…” You said flinging yourself back on the bed, preparing for whatever he was about to tell you.

          “Your eyes glowed a bright green.” He looked at you with nervousness. You didn’t say anything. You just took a couple of deep breaths and let them out. Then you remembered that you were in the bunker and not the motel.

          “Did Crowley zap us back?” You said propping yourself up and looking at the boys.

          “You have been out for two days. We were going to take you to the hospital today, if it wasn’t for Crowley.” Your brothers looked at you lovingly. Then you remembered your memory and the smoke.

         “He…” You tried to think of the least perverse way to say what you were about to. “He went looking for me.” You said looking at both of them waiting for confirmation.

          “In a manner of speaking, yeah” Dean, was still harboring some irritation. “I’m assuming that he went back?” Dean asked, referring to Crowley going back to hell.

            “I imagine he has some skulls to crack.” Sam said lifting himself from the chair and stretching. You slid off the bed and did the same.

            “So who is cooking?” You asked with a big grin, happy to be home, in love, and alive. Both laughed at you and were relieved that you were keeping it together.

          “You’re probably starving.” Dean laughed moving you towards the door. Truth was you were starving, beyond starving.

        The rest of the day was simple and relaxing. The boys cooked you Philly cheesesteaks and mac and cheese. You ate more than a person your size should have been able to. After eating you each went your own way for a while before reconvening back in the kitchen for more food, this time spicy chicken wings and fries, and beer. The three of you decide it was movie night and took your food and the snacks you always had on hand and decided on watching Sherlock on Netflix.

       “We are watching in your room.” Dean yelled from down the hall before you could catch him.

         “Why do we have to use my room?” You asked chasing after him, Sam trailing behind with the beer.

          “Thanks to your boyfriend, you have the biggest bed.” As she spoke he used his hip to open your door. You couldn’t argue with him there. Crowley was a go big or go home kind of man, your bed was huge. The three of you got comfy and settled in for a relaxing night of fun, full bellies, and laughs

        The rest of the week was uneventful in comparison to the last. You had managed to start fixing another bike, deep clean your room, and did so much data entry that you didn’t want to ever see a computer again. Taking a break from your tasks, you were in the library with the boys watching a mindless action/comedy, The A Team. The boredom had finally gotten to you and sleep became more appealing than laying on the couch watching a movie.

        After telling the boys to finish the movie without you, you lazily shuffled to your room. The oversized bed beckoned you to fall into it’s embrace, though it wasn’t as appealing now that you saw all of the empty space; too much for one person. You missed your demon. The clothes that you were wearing were cozy enough that you didn’t bother changing; maroon leggings, an oversized black band tee, thick socks, and a cozy cardigan. Reading your book didn’t have the same appeal. Every time you opened it, you thought of Crowley.

     Back in Hell things were getting back into place, not like Crowley gave anyone a choice. Apart from him making his presence as King known he also had to fix the ranks of the cross road demons. As it turns out, Joshua was the one killing of fellow demons in the hopes that Crowley would show up on his own to fix the “problem”, ultimately ending in Joshua killing him in a surprise attack. Your budding relationship had kept Crowley distracted enough that Joshua had to go to plan B and make a deal with the dragons.

       Drifting off, you dreamt about the mansion in Ireland, the smell of the fireplace, and the sound of the waves. You enjoyed reliving the special moments that you had with Crowley, though the memory of him was not cutting it. Your dream began to fade as you started to wake up. It was in the middle of the night, so you were unaware of your surroundings. Stretching, you shuffled out of bed and headed out the door to go get some water. About the time that you reached the door, you realized that you were most defiantly not in your own room.

      You reached out and grabbed the glass diamond doorknob and then it hit you where you were. After being stuck in your own head, you were concerned that you were having a very vivid dream. You quietly opened the door and shuffled out to the landing. Though it was in the middle of the night there were a select few dim lights on through the house. Soft piano music bounced off the marble walls and made its way up the stair case to you.

      Following the faint glow of the lamps and the melodic tune, you made your way to the library. It was your favorite place in the whole house. Sitting in front of the roaring fire with a glass of whiskey was Crowley humming Ed Sheeran’s Kiss Me while he read.

      “You’re awake.” He commented softly as you entered the room. Crowley put down his book, Grimm fairytales. You mentally chuckled at his choice, he would enjoy the gruesome stories.

      “Are you sure? This seems really similar to most of my dreams lately.” You responded with a smile.

      “You dream about me?” As he spoke, he lifted himself off the cushions on the floor, the same ones where your first date took place. Crowley took your hand and lead you to the fireplace. Instead of sitting down, you lightly pushed him onto the floor and crawled in his lap facing him. You could feel the heat of the flames on your face as you leaned down and kissed him.

       Breaking the kiss and looking at him, you were grinning from ear to ear, your cheeks flushed. “I don’t think I can be around a fire place without wanting to make love to you in front of it.” Crowley threw back his head and laughed a full hearty laugh. Resting your head on his shoulder, you reveled in his happiness and yours.

       “I am so thankful that, despite the horrible things you have face, that you have not lost your sense of humor and your spark.” Taking his finger, he placed it under your chin and lifted your lips towards him and gently pressed his to yours.

       At first the kiss was soft and slow, you pulled back just enough to whisper “I missed you” on his warm lips. The soft tickle of your words lit a fire within him. Roughly he wrapped both of his arms around you, both hands tangled in your hair. The feeling of his beard scratching at your cheeks and chin felt uncomfortable and incredible simultaneously. Both of you began to breath heavier as the kisses grew more passionate, fueled by your love for one another.

        Crowley’s tongue demanded entrance into your mouth, and there was no way you were going to deny him. At feeling him, you let out a moan, resulting in him pulling lightly on your hair. You ground your hips into him, feeling him growing hard against your movements. You played this small game of sexual cat and mouse until neither of you could take it anymore.

         Though Crowley could remove both of your clothes with just the snap of his fingers, he never did. Instead he, almost painfully slow, pulled your cardigan off, his eyes roaming you hungrily. Then he placed both of his hands firmly at your sides and began removing your shirt. Once the fabric was over your head, you could feel the warmth of the fire on your bare chest. Crowley took you. The first time you had made love to him was nothing like this. This was different, there was no desperation to forget the dangers that surrounded either of you. In this moment you were safe and unequivocally each other’s. The first time you made love that night it was in the presence of the one true King of Hell. 

         Six months ago you would have never guessed                                 that the darkest  soul of Hell would                                                       actually be the light of your life.