#mynewobsession

“No, but we can blame you for being a pain in the arse about it.”  Dean said.  “We’re all worried here.”

“You don’t get to speak Squirrel as you have no idea what it’s like.”  Crowley said coldly.

Dean opened his mouth to argue but Sam kicked him under the table, making Dean glare at him.  “You’re taking his side?”

Sam nods but remains silent, even as Crowley fills up his glass again, seemingly indifferent to the comment.

It was even longer before he came up with an idea.

He’d retreated to your room, having gotten tired of unhelpful company and them tired of him. He was watching you, trying not to let the worry gnaw at him, after all, you were only sleeping.

But there was only so many time he could tell himself that.

He blamed himself, a lot, for what happened, and it was slowly eating away at him that he could do nothing but sit still and wait.  He’d never admit it to anyone but you, but he was scared, scared that it was something this new power was doing to you.

When he’d seen your eyes flash red, he’d felt so much at once that he wasn’t overly sure how he really felt about it.

As he watched you breath easily, an idea came to him, one he wasn’t overly happy about but he knew it would let him find out what was going on.

He hurries out to the others.

“What now?”  Dean groans.  “Why can’t you just sit and wait quietly?”

Crowley shoots him a dark look before looking at Castiel.  “I have a solution.”

Castiel raised an eyebrow. “Why are you telling me?”

“Because to do it, I need your help.”  Crowley said. “And as much as I don’t like it, I think it’s going to be the only way to get her back.”

“If you’re about to suggest what I think you are, why don’t you just do it?”  Castiel frowned.  “Why do you need me?”

“Because I need the tattoo removed first.”  Crowley said.

“You want to possess her?” Sam asked suddenly.  “Crowley I hardly think-”

“It saved you didn’t it?” Crowley snapped.  “Look, the sooner I get Y/N back, the sooner I’ll be out of your hair.”

Dean was looking a little confused.  “Y/N doesn’t have an anti-possession tattoo.”

Crowley rolled his eyes. “Of course she bloody does, I asked her to get one.”

“You-what?”

“I could hardly have demons coming and taking advantage of her if they found out, could I?”  Crowley asked.  “Especially after Abaddon's threats.”

“Oh, so you protected yourself, well that’s great to know.”  Dean growled.

“It was for both of us, I assure you.  You can’t even begin to imagine what torture-” Crowley shook his head, stopping himself.  “Look, this is beside the point.  I’m trying to help her here dammit.”

“Then let’s go help,” Castiel said.  “This arguing isn’t getting us anywhere and I think this is valid solution.”  He shoots a glare at Dean.  “I would think you should know better.”

“You can’t seriously want him to possess her?”  Dean asked as Castiel followed Crowley out.  “Cas?”

Sam and Dean followed after them.

“Y/N and Crowley are already bound Dean, this will make little difference.”  Castiel said.

“Doesn’t make me feel any better about it.”  Dean grumbled as they entered your room, you still motionless on the bed.

“You’d rather she just kept sleeping?”

“Honestly-”

“Dean, enough dude.” Sam cut in quietly. “Just leave it be.”

Dean folds his arms and falls silent.

Crowley snorts in amusement before carefully lifting up your shirt, the tattoo sitting just above your hip.

“She’s not going to be happy about having to put it back.”  Castiel said, even as he rested his hand over and it starting to glow.

“I’ll deal with that later,” Crowley sat next to you on the bed.  “For the moment I’m more worried about what’s going on now.”

Castiel stepped back. “If you’re sure.”

Crowley rolled his eyes before smoking out and into you.

He was a little stunned when he found himself in a park at the centre of a small town, a few people around.  It wasn’t somewhere he recognised and certainly didn’t recall you ever mentioning something like it.

“I was starting to wonder if you’d turn up.”

Crowley spun and found you smiling tiredly at him from a park bench and he gave a sigh of relief. “Y/N.”  He then looks you over, noting the tired lines under your eyes and the exhausted set in your shoulders, his eyebrows knitting in concern.  “You look terrible love.”

You chuckle weakly. “Thanks.  I like how that’s the first thing you say to me.”

Crowley moves and sits next to you, taking your hand and kissing it.  “I’m sorry love, but if you’re aware of this then why haven’t you come back?”

You held his hand tightly. “I’ve tried, trust me I have, but I’ve been so exhausted that I haven’t managed it.”  You sighed.  “Not only that, I’ve been chasing memories, looks like I lost a fair bit.”

He watched as you looked around the town, eyes a little distant.

“I used to enjoy coming here,” You said quietly.  “It always was something I looked forward to.”

Your gaze moved over to a car pulling up, opposite a white house and Crowley watched amazed as Y/F/N and the younger you got out, Y/F/N picking you up.

“I want to show you something,” You said quietly.  “If you want to of course, although I don’t think it’ll make you feel any better about my father.”

“Well, considering you know what I have planned for him.”

“Exactly.”

Feeling your uncertainty though, Crowley stood and pulled you with him.  “Come.  Show me.”

The world shifted around the two of you, finding yourselves inside a home as a doorbell rang.  A woman stepped out, humming and opening the door with a smile.

“Y/F/N, and here I was thinking that you’d forgotten about me.”

Your father looked grim, the younger you cradled on his arm, head resting on his shoulder.  “This is serious Lia.”

Lia sighed heavily. “What has happened now?  I’ve warned you about keeping her out of this.”

Your father stepped inside, his grip tight on you.  “This is beyond what she’s seeing.  She disappeared for over a day, Y/M/N was distraught, then she just appeared as if nothing had happened, but talking about angels and demons and some…grey man.”

“Dear, I told you she was going to be a magnet to this stuff,” Lia led through to a living room. “There is no helping it.”

“The demon possessed her Lia,” Y/F/N growled.  “Told her some crap about it helping someone that only she could see-”

“It’s true Daddy-”

“Hush Y/N,” He said, a little angrily as he placed you on a lounge.  “You can’t tell me that that is normal Lia.”

Lia still looked unfazed. “You worry too much.  A demon can’t do much in a child’s body-” Crowley snorted.  “-And even then, she seems unfazed by it.”

“Because she doesn’t know any better!”

“And whose fault is that?” Lia folds her arms.  “I’ve warned you plenty of times, especially since the church incident, that she is always going to be involved, and as both her father and a hunter, you should know better, you should be helping her through it.”

Crowley could feel your uncomfortableness but when he cast you a glance, your expression was unreadable.

“She’s not to be involved!”

“Hence why you keep bringing her to a witch,” Crowley’s eyebrows shot up even as Lia stepped forward and cradled Y/F/N’s head between her hands.  “When are you going to learn?”

Y/F/N sighed, holding her there.  “I already have one involved enough in this, I don’t need both.”

“You’re going to get in trouble Daddy.”  Younger you mumbled, not looking at them.

“Be quiet Y/N,” Y/F/N growled.  “This doesn’t concern you.”

She poked her tongue out at him as his attention goes back to Lia.

Crowley could feel your heart aching and he squeezed your hand gently.

“Can you help or not Lia?” Y/F/N asked.  “Or have you just been taunting me with it?”

Lia pouts but is stopped as another small voice comes in.  “Mummy?”

Crowley stares at the young girl, who was watching on with eyes very similar to your own, the only thing giving the truth away.

Younger you perked up and waved.  “Hi Angela.”

Angela frowned at her. “You seem different Y/N.”

“Angel, enough, go back to your room please.”  Lisa said calmly.  “Y/N is in trouble-”

“I didn’t do anything!” Younger you cried, eyes starting to shine.  “I told the truth!”

“Sit down Y/N,” Y/F/N barked.  “You are in enough trouble already.”

Sobbing a little, she sits, her head hanging.

Angela looks at Y/F/N. “What did she do?”

Y/F/N outlook softened and he went and knelt in front of her.  “It’s nothing for you to worry about sweetpea.  Why don’t you go play in your room and I’ll come see you later okay?”

Angela smiles and nods. “Okay Daddy.”

Younger you sniffs.

“I have no recollection of being treated in such a way.”  You said quietly.  “Even looking at ones after this, things weren’t…quite right.”

“It’s not your fault Y/N,” Crowley said.  “You couldn’t have known these things.”

You nod solemnly as Y/F/N returns his attention to Lia.  “Well?”

Lia sighs.  “There is a spell dear, but it is risky.  It could do more harm than good.”

“Will it keep her away from all this?”

“As long as she doesn’t run into anything supernatural, then yes.”

“Then let’s do it,” He said firmly.  “This has gone on long enough.”

Lia looks at younger you, who looked more than a little scared and still upset, before she nods. “Alright, bring her to my room.”

The world shifts again and the three enter a small room, younger you being pulled along by Y/F/N before being forced to sit.

You could feel Crowley tensing.  “There’s nothing you can do Crowley.”

“I know, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

Lia started pulling things out of draws and cupboards, placing them in a bowl on the table.

“Daddy, I don’t like this.” Younger you said.  “I want to go home.”

“It’s just some medicine to make you feel better sweetheart,” Y/F/N said.  “Now sit still.”

Crowley watched as the room began to fill with purple swirling haze, thickening as Lia began to speak, making him glance at you.

“You could see the spell working?”

“Apparently.”

He looked around as the spell continued and for the first time noticed something glowing faintly on a wall.

“What is that?”

“I don’t know,” You said softly.  “There is something on it that you can make out afterwards but it’s not something I recognise.”

There was a bright flash then, making you both squint, and very dark, almost bloodlike liquid sat in the bowl.

Lia poured it into a cup and placed it on the table in front of Y/F/N.  “There you are, all she has to do it drink it.”

Y/F/N looked unsure. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.”  Lia nods.  “It should cut off her abilities, make it as if she’s never had them.”

“She’ll forget?”

“It’s possible.  I did say there were side effects.”

Y/F/N stares at the liquid for a moment before picking it up and turning to face younger you. “Alright Y/N, this is going to help.”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not giving you an option here.  You’re going to do as I say and drink it.”

Younger you shook her head and tried to scramble away.  “No!”

Y/F/N caught her and held her tight on his lap, his hand clamped around her jaw forcing it open to start pouring the liquid in.

You shudder, the scene going quiet as she continues to struggle, Y/F/N looking blank as he holds her.

Crowley looks at you, your expression drawn and tired looking.

“I can’t stand hearing her scream again,” You said quietly.  “I’ve watched it enough times to be able to replay it without anything.”

“Y/N…”

You shake your head. “There’s still more.”

Younger you went still, just sobbing quietly and continuing to drink, Y/F/N stroking her hair, the unusual ambience in the air starting to fade including the glow from the wall, revealing a symbol before disappearing into a rather primitive looking mask.

“It’s going to be okay Y/N.” He said.  “This will make it all better.”

“You know, for a hunter, you’ve done some bad things Y/F/N.”  Lia said, watching with an amused interest.

He is silent as he pulls the glass away from your lips, now covered in red, eyes empty, and strokes your hair.  “I am simply doing what is necessary.”

Crowley didn’t like seeing you motionless like that and shifted uncomfortably.  “So that got rid of your abilities and memories?”

You nod.  “I’ve been trying to work through it, but there is a lot of black, I still can't find anything about the church they mentioned earlier.  I mean, you don’t remember much when you’re young anyway but…” You shake your head. “I’m not even sure I want to know.”

Everything looked frighteningly normal in the memory now, even as Y/F/N puts you gently back on the chair, pulling out a hanky to start cleaning your face, Lia watching.

“She may be out of it for a few hours.”  She said quietly.  “May be time for the three of us to catch up a bit.”

Y/F/N paused a little before he sighed.  “Will she be right on her own?”

“Of course.  You know nothing happens in this house without me knowing.”

Y/F/N nods, bends and kisses your head, before turning and leaving with Lia.

Crowley was furious. “You cannot be serious?  That they put you through that and left you?”

“I said you wouldn’t like it,” You said through a sigh.  “But yes, and they aren’t even aware I’m conscious.”

The only thing that gave it away was the tear that shed down your cheek.

Crowley’s chest ached, if it had been anyone else, he wouldn’t have bat an eye, but this was you and he knew this would weigh on you.

“I’m sorry love,” He said quietly, pulling you into him, you not resisting.  “I’m sorry you have been through all this.”

“It’s not the worst of it,” You mumble against him, having missed him.  “It’s only partly why I haven’t come back.”

“What’s the other part?”

Just then, your hands clenched in Crowley’s jacket, a heavy groan leaving you as you tensed, the memory flickering into others, some Crowley recognised, and within that were flickers of what you should’ve been able to see.

You slumped as the small room came back into focus, Crowley holding you up.

“Y/N, what was that?” He tried to hold back the concern in his voice, but it just made you chuckle weakly.

“That’s the damn power trying to right itself.”  You said, the exhaustion clear.  “Seems it’s been muted this whole time, now it wants to try and see everything.”

Crowley was silent for a long moment, holding you as you regathered.  “Is this my fault love?”

“No.”

“Y/N-”

“Crowley, I mean it, don’t.” You mumbled, still not moving. “This is not your fault, I think it was going to be bound to happen anyway, ever since I got into the hunter life. I guess the grey man was the final kick.”

Crowley’s jaw clenches, watching as you struggled to right yourself, the lines under your eyes heavier.

He cups your cheek and gives you a small smile before he rests his head against yours.  “Come love, I think it’s time we got you out of here.”

With a soft kiss, you felt yourself pulled away, almost through a whirlwind of colour before you slowly blinked up at the bunker lights before groaning, your body aching.

“Easy love,” Crowley’s arms wrapped around you, helping you sit.  “You’ve been through a lot.”

“Water?”  You managed to croak only to find a glass already there. “Thank you.”

All four men were silent as they watched you drink before you have a heavy sigh and rest back.

“How are you feeling?” Sam asked.

“One hundred percent.”

Sam winched.  “I’m sorry Y/N, we’ve just all been worried.”

You look at them through half closed eyes.  “Well, I’m still kicking, that counts for something right?”

Just then, a bolt of paint went through your head, making you hiss in pain as you tried to blink the bleariness from your vision.

Crowley was the first to come into focus.  “Are you alright?”

“I think I’ll be getting those for a while,” You rubbed your head.  “Hopefully it’ll be something I can basically turn on and off, otherwise that’s going to be very distracting.”

“Your sight is breaking through?”  Castiel asked and you nodded.  “How did you lose it?”

You sighed and let Crowley help you off of the bed.  “A long story, one I’d like to tell with food in my stomach.”

Crowley ended up doing most of the explaining, you wanting to actually eat a meal, hunger curling painfully away in your stomach.

Sam, Dean and Castiel had mostly listened, although it was clear that they didn’t like it any more than the two of you did.

“So that pretty much reiterates that your Dad is a dick,” Dean said.  “And that there is another pure blood out there.”

You shake your head slowly. “Not necessarily.  Angela was born from a witch, meaning she could just be a witch.”

“Or human,” Crowley said. “Which, in all honesty, let’s hope that.”

“Since when has our luck ever been that good?”  You take a long drink.  “Either way, I have a feeling that they are going to be the best bet for finding Y/F/N.”

There were looks shared that you missed as you ate some more food.

“You can’t seriously want to find him still?”

You looked at Sam, who, besides Crowley, looked the most concerned.  “Of course I do, as much as it’s probably not the wisest decision, he’s the one with the answers.”

“He’s also likely to kill you given what’s happened.” Sam said.

“I’d like to see him try.” You and Crowley said together, making Dean flinch.

“You guys just keep making this weirder.”  He grumbled.

“I can make it weirder if you want,” You said flatly, making him stare at you.  “Or are you going to grow up a little Dean?”

“They share a profound bond now Dean,” Castiel spoke up.  “Chances are, they are both now capable of things that we would never understand.”

“That’s reassuring.” Crowley said.  “But I’d much prefer knowing what.”

Castiel shrugs.  “We may never know.  A demon and a Pure Blood have never been together before.  It could have a vast number of affects that we just don’t know about.”

“Always comforting Feathers,” Crowley growled.  “I would’ve thought that anything adverse would’ve happed by now.”

“In all fairness Crowley, I didn’t even realise that other stuff was happening.”  You said with a small sheepish smile.  “And neither did anyone else except Sam.”

“Something I’m still not overly happy about.”  Crowley said. “But for all we know that could be it.”

“It also couldn’t.” Sam said.  “Demon’s are incredibly powerful-”

“I hadn’t noticed.” Crowley quipped.

Sam’s jaw clenched, but he continued.  “It could bring out a number of things that we haven’t seen before.”

“As long as she doesn’t start making giant suicidal teddy bears, I’m good.”  Dean said, making three of you frown and Sam rolled his eyes. “What?”

“Jokes aside, I think you’re going to be better off taking it slow Y/N.” Sam looked at you seriously. “You’ve been through a lot and the last thing we want to do is push you beyond what you can control.”

“What exactly are you trying to say Sam?”

“Let us deal with it,” He looked at Dean, Castiel and Crowley for support as you frowned at him. “Let us find out what we can and when we think the time is right, we’ll tell you.”

“You want me to sit on the bench?”  You asked a little incredulously, seeing agreeance across their faces.

“It would be better for the moment love,” Crowley said gently.  “Especially if you keep getting-”

He was cut off as you suddenly drew in a deep breath of pain, your hand clenching the table as pain seared through your head, your knuckles turning white.

You weren’t even aware of Crowley’s hand on you until the pain faded, and even then, you had to focus on your breathing before you dared open your eyes.

“Those.”  Crowley finished, giving your shoulders a gentle squeeze.  “Are you alright?”

You looked up and winced, clearly seeing what younger you had been seeing, Sam and Dean both having an energy around them, Castiel’s wings tucked in neatly behind him.

Crowley felt the tension in your shoulders.  “You can see it, can’t you?”

Mutely, you nod, dropping your head down, your eyes hurting.

He sits next to you, taking your hand.  “Look at me love.”

“It hurts.”

“Please.”

Wincing a little, you look at him, the red very clear, but he wasn’t as hard to look at as the others and he brushed the tears away.

“You aren’t going to be up to doing much with that going on,” He said.  “Especially when it hurts to see.”

You sigh and close your eyes, the pain getting too much.  “I don’t like sitting still.”

“None of us do,” Dean said. “But when you are down and out, there’s not much you can do.”

“I’m still capable of handling myself,” You said a little angrily.  “And who know what danger Y/F/N could throw at us with two witches behind him.”

“Exactly.”  Crowley said gently.  “Which puts you in greater danger.”

“But-”

“Either way, you look like shit Y/N.”  Dean cut in. “Let us handle it for you.  We’ll drag you in when we’ve got enough.”

You looked at Dean, trying to ignore your wavering vision.  “I don’t want you guys sticking your necks out for me.”

“We can handle ourselves.” Dean said, then nods at Crowley. “Please, you know he’s not going to let you do anything.”

The argument went on, but the four of them wouldn’t have it, especially after another moment that had your vision return to normal but with no less amount of pain.

It was agreed that your time would be spent between the bunker and the apartment, depending on who was helping with what and you could at least help with research.

You didn’t like it, but with your headaches only getting worse, there wasn’t much choice.

Neither you or Crowley could expect the next problem that come along though.

It was a good day, something that you were grateful for, but you were still unwilling to leave the apartment you and Crowley shared, mostly because you’d noticed that it was always worse in the bunker.

You were sitting, reading, when there was knock on the door, making you frown.  You were meant to be left alone by staff, that was the arrangement that Crowley had made.

The knock came again, this time followed by a voice.  “House keeping.”

The voice sounded foreign, something you hadn’t noticed around here before, making your frown deepen, hunting instinct kicking in even as you went to the door.

“I didn’t order anything.” You said through the door.

“Oh?  No tea or cakes dear?”

“No thank you, you are meant to leave this room alone.”

There was a low curse and you had just enough time to leap back from the door before it burst open, a fiery red head stepping inside.

Your vision blurred for a moment and you hurriedly blinked it away.  “Well, at least you’re a witch and not a vampire, mind you, I’m not too fond of either.”

The woman was calm and collected, putting on a charming smile that made you raise an eyebrow.  “I only wish to talk dear.”

“If you wanted to talk, I wouldn’t have recommended breaking down my door.”  You said, eyeing her carefully.  “Now, I’m going to give you one chance to leave.”

The woman smiled though, the door repairing itself behind her as she stepped inside.  “Oh no dear, I’m not leaving till I get what I want.”

 Crowley’s phone rang and he was irritated for a moment until he saw it was you, answering straight away. “Y/N? Is everything alright?”

“I’m wonderful Crowley, how are you?”

Crowley frowned, noting the several tense emotions in your voice.  “I’m fine.  Has something happened love?”

“No, well, unless your mother paying me a visit counts?”

Crowley went to you in an instant.  “My mother?”

You hang up your phone, a glass full of ice and whiskey help to your head.  “Yes, your mother.”  You nodded to the other side of the room.

Rowena was strapped to a chair with iron huffs, a bruise forming under one eye and blood caked her nose. She still smiled.  “Hello Fergus.”

Crowley groaned. “What are you doing here?”

“Making sure the little harlot doesn’t distract her boy from his throne.”  Crowley looked at you and you shrugged.  “Her words, not mine.”

He glared back at Rowena. “You’ve been spying on me?”

Rowena looks at him innocently.  “Only because you seemed so distracted all the time.  I had to make sure that the King of Hell was performing at his best.”

Crowley’s anger was palpable.  “So you do it by attacking my wife?”

Honestly, it was hard to tell who was more surprised at this, you or Rowena.

Rowena scoffed.  “I hardly hear your little demons talking about a queen.”

Crowley blanched at this, realising what he said, casting a glance at you as you raised an eyebrow, before he shook his head at Rowena.  “It’s complicated, I wouldn’t trust any of those blunder heads anywhere near her.”

Rowena raised any eyebrow. “You’re telling me that you are dating a human?”

“A hunter more specifically,” You cut in, ignoring the small look of panic from Crowley.  “Hence why you are beaten and tied to a chair.”

“I wouldn’t get too cocky dear,” Rowena clipped.  “Humans are awfully frail.”

You growled, your eyes flashing, despite the pain it put through you.

Crowley grabbed you, holding you back.  “”She’s not worth it Y/N.”  He then frowns at a cut on your forehead, touching it gently.  “Are you alright?”

“She hit me with a lamp.” You said, annoyed.  “Some all-powerful witch she is.”

“Hold your tongue.”

“Or you’ll what?  Yell at me some more?”  You and Rowena glared at each other.  “I think I proved exactly what I think of your witchcraft.  If it wasn’t for the fact that you talked so much, you’d be nothing but a puddle on the floor.”

“Your wife is adorable Fergus, but I suggest she learn her place.”  Rowena turned an angry gaze on Crowley.  “I will not be mocked.”

“In all fairness mother, I have little doubt, should she be pushed to it, that she could render you as much less than a puddle on the floor.”  Crowley said, ignoring the darkening of Rowena’s gaze.  “But as for her place, she knows it very well and there’s no chance in heaven or hell that you are going to change that.”

He snapped his fingers and Rowena rubs her wrists, her eyes narrowing.

“I hope she hasn’t made you soft Fergus.”  She said darkly.  “Because that’s not going to work out for anyone.”

“And I suggest you keep your mouth shut about things you don’t understand.”  He said coldly.  “You so much as touch her again and there will be nowhere you can hide from me.”

Rowena brushed herself down as she stood.  “I’m only trying to protect you Fergus.  I have that right as your mother.”

“Well don’t,” Crowley growled, even as you went to talk, making his stance clear.  “Not from Y/N.”

Rowena clearly didn’t approve, looking between the two of you for a moment before putting on her most charming smile that made your stomach twist.  “I’m here to support you dear, so whatever you want, I am happy with.”

“Get out.”  You cut Crowley off this time.  “Now.”

Rowena bows a little. “Of course dear, it was such a pleasure to meet you.”

Crowley sighed.  “Just go Mother.”

Rowena tuts, but leaves, leaving just the two of you.

“What a vile woman,” You growled, draining your glass before shooting him a glare.  “Any reason you didn’t tell me she showed up?”

“Because the less you have to do with her, the better.”  He said gently, watching you closely.  “Are-”

“I’ve got a hell of a headache Crowley, I don’t recommend asking me that again.”  You said angrily.  “Now-”

Before you could move or say anything, Crowley pulled you to him, wrapping you securely in his arms, making you sigh.

“I’m sorry Y/N.”  He said quietly.  “If I thought that she’d find you, I would’ve put more things in place.”

You wanted to argue, something you could tell he knew by the tension in his arms, but your head was hurting too much to do so, groaning and burying against him.

Crowley looked at you a little guiltily, everything coming through about how you were feeling, about how frustrated you were.

He kissed the top of your head.  “How about I run you bath love?  Then I think it might be best if you spend a few days with Sam and Dean.”

“That makes my head worse.” You mumble.

“I know,” He said gently, rubbing your back.  “But until I can ensure that Mother won’t find you again, it’s going to have to be necessary.”

You looked at him. “We’re going to have to move?”

Crowley presses a chaste kiss to your lips.  “Temporarily. Until I decide what to do with her.”

You didn’t like it and it clearly showed.

He smiled though. “It’s only rough now love, I promise it will get better.  Our time is just around the corner.”

“It’s a long bloody corner.” You grumbled, settling against him again, making him chuckle.

“It’ll be worth it.” He then starts to guide you towards the bathroom.  “I promise. Now, let’s get you relaxed to clear your head again.”

“Will you join me?”

“If you ask nicely.”

“Crowley…”

“I’m not going anywhere love.”

You smile at this and then glance at him.  “So, wife huh?”

He winces, giving a small frown before he looks at you.  “Too soon?”

You chuckle. “Crowley, we are bound anyway.”

“Yes, well, it’s not technically in a way a husband and wife is bound…”

“Does it matter to you?”

Crowley blinked, staring at you.  “Well, no-not if it doesn’t to you.”

You smiled at him, kissing his cheek.  “Relax Crowley, I was simply curious.  As long as I am yours, you can call me whatever you want.”

He returns your smile. “As I said, I’m not going anywhere.”

 Life back at the bunker was hardly ideal, retreating a lot to your room, unable to stand long periods of time with the boys or Castiel, your head aching too much.  What was worse, was Crowley had limited his visits to protect you, Rowena apparently being even more annoying that she had been.

So to say you were feeling just a little miserable was an understatement.

It wasn’t to say that they weren’t trying to make you comfortable, keeping you stocked with books and food and company when you could handle it, but you didn’t like being kept out of discussions on how they were doing on finding your extended family.

Dean was working extra hard and you knew he was trying to make it up to you, not that he would admit it.

Sam was your most regular companion, often trying to keep things normal for you, something you were grateful for, but it didn’t stop you noticing his occasional looks of concern, especially when your headaches were worse.

Castiel would often be the best relief, drugs doing little against the pain, but he was limited with what he could do, both power wise and your own body reacting.  You’d quickly worked out that letting him sooth the pain too long, it would make it a lot worse later.

Apart from that, it was often best to avoid the angel, he tended to be the one to ask awkward questions, one’s you didn’t have answers for, so you just avoided it.

Finally, after what felt like too long, you felt like your head was finally starting to settle a bit and you were actually getting some control over your abilities.

That was when you walked in on them talking.  You knew Crowley had turned up but it wasn’t unusual for him to talk to them first, but you weren’t expecting them to fall silent as you entered the library.

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Crowley was first to react. “How are you feeling love?”

You frown.  “Pretty good actually, no drama’s yet.”  You looked between them all.  “Well, apart from the four of you standing there looking very awkward.”

The only one who didn’t flinch was Crowley.

“You can tell me what’s going on you know,” You said.  “It’s not like I’m going to pass information onto anyone or anything.”

It was meant as a joke but it just made them more uncomfortable.

Crowley clear his throat. “It’s not that we don’t want you to know love, it’s just that we’d prefer you not to, for your own protection.”

You looked at him. “You found them?”

“Yes,” Sam said before anyone could answer.  “We want to go in and check it out, then we can decide what to do next.”

It was clear they expected you to be angry over this, but you just shrugged.  “Okay, just don’t do anything without me.”

“You’re not mad?” Dean asked, still looking concerned.

“I’m finally starting to feel better, to be able to actually see normally again without pain flaring through my head, the last thing I want to do is jump start all that crap again.” You said.  “So go see what’s going on, and be careful about it, I don’t want to have to come to the rescue.”

Dean snorts but you raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t push your luck Dean, I mean it.”  You said seriously.  “You four are prone to trouble, hate to have to ruin your reputations by coming in and saving the day.”

Sam, Dean and Castiel clearly didn’t know how to react, but Crowley stared at you.

“That was terrible love.” He said.

You grinned.  “I know, I couldn’t help myself.”

“You were joking?” Dean asked.

“Well, I still don’t want to have to come save you, but yes.”  You sit, giving a small smile.  “Again, I’d rather not have to be recovering seriously again.”

“Agreed,” Crowley said. “Are you going to be alright by yourself?”

You stared at him. “I’m a big girl Crowley, I can handle myself.”

Amusement flashes across his gaze but he still looks serious.  If anything happens-”

“I’ll call.” You promised. “You don’t have to worry about me all the time.”

The four of them planned a bit more before heading off, leaving you in somewhat peace in the bunker.

Crowley checked in regularly, often with messages to make you laugh, something you were grateful for, especially when small headaches plagued you still.

It was a couple of days before you felt an unease settle in your gut.  You’d simply been reading and trying out moving small objects, but suddenly you couldn’t focus on any of that.  You didn’t say anything, not wanting to make them worry more than what they already did, but the longer it went on, the worse it got.

Then you stopped hearing from them.

It took a lot of effort to stay calm, the feeling not helping, and it wasn’t until you paced back through the bunker for the hundredth time that you suddenly paused, a sudden thought coming to you.

The symbol that you’d seen in Lia’s house, the one that had been nagging at you, that you felt like you'd seen before but couldn't place, you suddenly had a thought as to where.

You quickly pulled out one of the few books on pure bloods that you'd read a dozen or more times so long ago, flicking through until you found it.

“Shit.”  You were dialling Crowley's number before you could even think about it.

When it answered, you just started talking.  “Crowley, listen.  Do you remember that symbol that we saw?  I finally know what it is and I need you guys to come back now, this is bigger than all of us and we are going to need one hell of a-”

“My, my, you do talk a lot.”

You froze, heart hammering as you straightened out.  “Lia.”

“Ah, so the memories have come back.  Well, I did warn him it would happen.”

“Where's Crowley?” You growled.  “And the others?”

“Oh, they're all here, happily waiting for you.”  There was an odd note in her voice that you didn't like.  “Y/F/N is particularly keen, he's been so worried.”

You grit your teeth. “You do anything to them-

“That's going to depend on how long you take, isn't it?  I suggest running along now, I'm sure I can think of some interesting uses for demons blood after all.”

The line went dead, making you curse and breath for a few moments, swallowing the panic.

They'd sent you the address, so that was no issue, but the thought of going in blind and without backup were not pleasing thoughts.

There was only one person who came to mind that would be of any use.

 The house itself had changed little from what Crowley had seen in your memories, although there were a few more pictures around of not one, but two grown up children, still sharing the same eyes, something that gave Crowley an even worse taste in his mouth than just being in this situation to begin with.

He'd warned the three of them against trying to get into the house, but as usual, they didn't listen. Now Castiel was god knows where, Sam and Dean were tied and gagged on chairs and he was stuck in a very elaborate devils trap that, had he been in a better mood, would have actually admired.

When Lia had answered his phone to talk to you, he'd been furious.

“I hope you realise what wrath you have just brought upon yourself,” He said, a little cheerier than what he felt.  “Y/N is not someone to be taken lightly.”

Lia scoffs, tossing his phone down.  “Trust me demon, I am well aware of what trouble I'm about to bring into my home and I am well prepared for it.”

“I seriously doubt that.” Crowley said.

Lia observes him before giving a smile.  “What? Is she the type to think that a few demon powers she can hardly use will be enough?  Or perhaps she thinks that a simple witch killing bullet to my heart will do it?”  She walks closer to the trap, holding Crowley's gaze.  “This has been planned for years, and no false king of hell and his tainted demon bride is going to stop it.”

Crowley bit his tongue, drawing blood as he refrained from several unpleasant things that he wanted to say.  “Underestimating her is going to be your downfall, I promise.  Y/N is unpredictable, and if you think she's going to let you use us against her, then you have another thing coming.”

The door opened, Angela walking in, carrying the same air and poise as her mother.  “Does the demon ever stop talking?”

“Most demons don't dear,” Lia said, ignoring Crowley's comment and following glare.  “We shall have a guest soon.”

Angela grins. “Good.  We have a lot to catch up on.”

“I can't imagine it's going to be good family bonding.”  Crowley growled.

Angela looks at him and smirks, before her and Lia exit, leaving the three of them in the room.

“Dammit,” Crowley snarled and then glares at Sam and Dean, who are struggling against the ropes. “If anything happens to Y/N, you two are dead.”

Dean growls in response, tugging hard at the rope.

“I told you that there'd be things in this house,” Crowley toed the edge of the trap, but knew there was nothing to be done.  “But no, just another witch hunt, being easy as pie.”

Sam huffs in annoyance.

Crowley eyes the room, taking everything in.  It looked the same, but something felt very different.  “You better hope Y/N comes in with some sort of plan boys, otherwise I think this could be the end of all of us.”

He didn't like feeling cut off from you and the longer it went on, the worse he felt.

It was a few days and Lia was clearly agitated, pacing in the room.

“Ugh, you would think that she would've been here by now.”

Angela was flicking through a book.  “Maybe your plan of using them against her backfired?”

“Or she's just a coward,” Lia growls.  “Should've known-”

“Watch your tongue,” Crowley growled.  “I assure you, you won’t know what hit you.”

Lia smiles.  “I have to say, it’s oddly adorable seeing a demon in love, shame it won’t mean much once this over.”

Crowley scowls.  “Is that all you witches are capable of? Talking?  Or underestimating?  I can’t decide which one is more pathetic to be honest.”

“Like that means much coming from a demon.”  Lia scoffs. “All your kind do is manipulate words.”

“We’re at least good at it,” Crowley said.  “You two are saying words for words sake.  Keep that up when Y/N gets here and she’ll crush you under her boots.”

Lia laughs.  “Oh, I’d like to see the little pure blood try.” She draws out a knife.  “As for you, I think I need to give her a little more motivation.”

Crowley rolls his eyes. “Please.  Do your worst.  Torturing is what I do, if you think a little knife is intimidating, I’ll gladly show you my collection.”

“Like I’d torture a demon with an ordinary knife,” Lia purred just stopping at the edge of the devil’s trap.  “This is more than enhanced enough to have you screaming as a babe fresh from the womb.”

At that moment, the lights in the room flickered, making Angela stand quickly and Lia look around.

“I wouldn’t recommend it.” Sam and Dean jumped as you appeared between them, looking calm and collected.

“Y/N-” Crowley started but Lia threw up her hand, something flashing around the trap, silencing Crowley, who scowls.

“So, you do decide to grace us with your presence,” Lia smiles.  “Not a coward after all.”

“Last I checked, coward and hunter didn’t exactly belong together.”  You said and then pointed at the knife.  “Tell you what, you get rid of that and we can have a nice simple conversation.”

They all just looked at you for a moment.

“Do you really think you’re here just to talk?”  Angela spat, making you look at her.

“Of course not,” You said, a slow smile coming to you.  “Angela right?  Or, what was it?  Sweetpea? My, my, you let yourself go didn’t you?”

Fury crossed her expression. “Like you are one to talk.”

You shrugged.  “Take it how you want, but I see straight through you.”

Crowley stared at you, a little stunned and more than worried, but the hint was clear.  There was more going on here than what they could see.

“Now, as for that knife,” It flew out of Lia’s hand before she could react, burying into the wall near Sam.  “There we go, that’s a bit better now isn’t it?”

“You think getting rid of the knife is going to mean much girl?”  Lia scoffed. “We are witches!  We could kill you where you stand!”

You smiled, opening your arms a little.  “Believe it or not, I had noticed.  The place was warded to the teeth, took me a little bit to work out how to get around, but the sheer fact I did should really make you question how afraid I am of you.”

Stepping a little closer, you take a quick glance around.  “It really hasn’t changed much, has it?  Mind you, the traps certainly stand out.”  You point to an empty space in the middle of the room.  “I have to say that one’s awfully nice, did you put that together just for me?”

The spell was launched fast, but you’d been expecting it, diving behind the lounge, grinning at Sam and Dean as they had muffled voices against their gags.

“You arrogant child, you haven’t changed at all have you?”  Lia snarled.  “Still thinking that you are completely infallible.”

“I don’t know about that.” You said.  “I’m surprised you remember me at all considering how much you’ve changed.”

You moved just in time as another blast rocks through the air, a part of couch blasting away.

“For someone that doesn’t want to kill me yet,” You shouted.  “You’re doing a piss poor job of showing it.”

Sam was struggling against his ropes, as was Dean, both seeing the situation getting out of hand, Crowley watching desperately.  Sam suddenly tensed as he felt something cool pressed in his hand.  He glanced at the wall, seeing the knife gone, so he closes his hand and feels it, catching your eye momentarily before you focused back on hand.

Sam swallows and starts to cut through the ropes.

“The spell is to immobilise you,” Angela said.  “Then we can focus on killing you.”

“Cute,” You drew your gun, glancing over the lounge.  “Shame you actually have to hit me first Sweetpea.”

Lia launches another spell, making you move, standing up and firing.

The bullets never hit.

Lia grins.  “Little bullets like that don’t work on us.”

“Well, it was worth the shot.”  You toss your gun down with a shrug, it landing between Sam and Dean.  “Figured you’d be smarter than that though.”

Crowley didn’t understand what was happening, and it was clear from Sam and Dean’s expression that they didn’t either.  You were too calm for this, too casual, but Crowley wasn’t about to doubt that you knew what you were doing.

A thoughtful expression crossed you.  “Although, that may be a bit too much credit considering what you are involved in, especially you Sweatpea, this is a dangerous game that you are playing.”

“Shut up!”  Angela shouts, launching yet another spell, but this time you don’t dodge, the spell stopping mid-air before it hits you.

You tilt your head with a smile, enjoying the stunned expressions.  “Little spells like that don’t work on me.”

Crowley saw straight through it though, he saw the strain it was putting on you to do that.  The longer he looked though, the more he realised that something else was very off about you too, and it was making him uncharacteristically anxious.

A small wave of your hand and the spell vanished.  “So, it seems we’re at a little bit of an impasse here.”

Lia scoffs.  “Trust me girl, we have a lot more tricks up our sleeves. There is going to be no easy way out of this for you.”

“Life isn’t easy,” You shrugged.  “I’m used to it.”

Another spell, this one you let move around you, cracking hard into the wall behind you.  “Didn’t we just establish that it wasn’t going to work?”

You felt the air crackle too late though, the spell having reformed after hitting the wall and you were blasted forward, tumbling over the lounge and into the circle that was laid out for you.

“Now you little bitch, why don’t you just-ah!” Lia and Angela both leap back as a burning light surrounds you, making everyone look away, the circle burning through the ground leaving deep dark lines.

You vanished.

Lia’s eyes burn with fury. “Witchcraft?  You dare use witchcraft on us?!”

Crowley shared a look with Sam and Dean, all of them confused and wondering how you could possibly know witchcraft too.

Then Crowley groaned, realising what you had done.

“Show yourself!”  Lia growled.  “Or we will make you!”

They hardly waited, both of them starting a spell that made the room feel heavy and dangerous, the air crackling with magic, but even as the spell continued, there seemed to be no effect.

Angela cursed.  “She couldn’t even come in person!  I think it’s time that we start to just kill these unnecessary ones off!”

She draws a knife and starts stalking towards Sam and Dean, Sam quickly calculating what was going to do, the knife firmly held in his hand behind him, the ropes free.

The knife launched from Angela’s hand, flying across the room and straight into yours as you stepped into the doorway.

You smiled, leaning against the doorway, tossing the knife in the air and catching it.  “Well, while not entirely to plan, I’m certainly glad to know that the two of you can’t be a bit more creative.”  Everyone stared at you.  “Oh?  I'm sorry, did you really just expect me to charge in here?”

Still getting no response, you sighed.  “Underestimating a hunter, tut tut.  You two aren't the only ones to be able to elaborately plan you know?  Makes me sad to think that we are even related at all.”

“We are not related.” Lia spat.  “Enough of-“

“No, we are definitely not,” You cut her off and held up the knife, letting your sight shift.  “Isn't this a pretty thing?  I'm guessing it took some serious work to get this together.”

Lia screeches and another spell is launched at you, one you quickly dodge, the wall scorching.

“I'm sorry,” You smirked. “Am I delaying your plans by not cooperating?”

Lia goes to launch another spell but Angela holds up her hand.  “Don't.” Lia glares at her.  “She's protected.  Whoever she got to help has done a damned good job of it.”

“I'm sure she'd like to hear that.”  You step a little into the room, looking over at the trap now scorched to the floor. “Well, that certainly worked better than expected.”

Your eyes flickered up to meet Crowley's and he knew instantly that you were terrified, that all this was an act, a distraction, for what, he wasn't entirely sure and sure as hell wished he could ask. He didn’t like seeing you like this.

“Don't kid yourself,” Lia spat.  “It's still more than capable of holding you.”

“Shame I have to be in it to do it then.” You said and then looked around.  “Well, it seems we're missing someone from this little party.  Care to tell me Y/F/N is?”

Angela laughs.  “You really want to see Daddy dearest?”

“Not really but you did offer.” You held her gaze, all expression of amusement gone.  “So I suggest we get this show on the road, yes?”

The two of you hold each other’s gaze for a long moment and Crowley started to realise that the real challenge was between the two of you, making him look at Lia, wondering what could possibly be going on.

Angela smiles and turns to the back of the room, muttering a spell that allowed the wall to fade, showing Lia's workshop behind, Y/F/N tied unconscious to a chair, another intricate circle beneath him.

You raised an eyebrow. “Um, wow, I can't say I was expecting that.”  You seemed to think for a moment, glancing at Sam, before back again.  “You realise there's a true vessel of Lucifer sitting right there don't you?”

Sam, Dean and Crowley stare at you while Lia scoffs.

“An unwilling one,” She snarls.  “One that got him thrown back into that damned cage.”

“True,” You agreed slowly. “But Y/F/N isn't exactly going to be willing to this, is he?”

“He doesn't need to be,” Angela said.  “Once our spell is complete, Daddy dearest won't even be there anymore.”

“Right, but-” Lia attacks again and this time you push it aside.

There was no hiding it this time, you trembled from the effort.

Lia grins.  “How many more of those can you do, little pure blood?”

You steady your breathing. “As many as necessary, especially if it means taking down you two idiots in the process.”

Another spell, this one catching you off guard a little, straining your power just a little more than you would've liked, making your head throb, but you ignored it, knowing that they weren't going to back down.

“You know, I’ve just about had enough of this.”  You growled. “You two are clearly insane if you think it’s a good idea to break Lucifer out of his cage, and I don’t give a flying toss about any sort of prophetic bullsh-”

You only just managed to dive out of the way this time, the knife flying from your hand; two spells launched at once, sending both Sam and Dean crashing to the ground.  With a shift of power you knew was unwise, you sent the lounge flying towards them, only for it to vanish and leaving you without any cover.

“You can pretend to know what’s going on all you want Y/N,” Lia spat.  “But I promise you will never understand the full extent.”

Breathing hard, you return to your feet, the pain in your head increasing but you had to keep ignoring it, smirking.  “What? You mean the sacrificing of a powerful pure blood to resurrect Lucifer isn’t what’s going on here?  Honestly, I didn’t think it made much sense either but whatever keeps you going I guess.”

“You know nothing!” Lia and Angela both threw two spells at you and you only just managed to brace yourself, the air crackling around you and realised, as there was a shimmer of energy, that they’d removed the spell protecting you.

You had just enough time to straighten back up, gaze dark, before a flare of pain through your head took you off guard, making you cry out in pain and stagger slightly, the world blurring before you.  You didn’t hear Sam, Dean or Crowley try to shout, but you did feel a knife slip into your lower back.

A sharp intake of breath had you freeze as the pain suddenly died from your head, focused entirely on the pain now radiating through your back, feeling your power drain.

Another hand grabbed you as you tried to bring yourself back into focus, the world swimming before you, and the hand kept you up.

“Where do you want her Mother?”  The voice was male, but it was also void of emotion and any feeling, and you knew instantly that he was under some sort of spell.

Lia grins, triumphant. “In the circle please Ryder, there’s a good boy now.”

Your legs struggled to move as Ryder led you forward towards the circle.  You wanted and tried to fight, but the knife was only twisted, making you hold back another cry.

“Remember, don’t join her in there.”  Lia warns, stepping around as Ryder then shoves you forward, the knife pulling free and you collapse to your knees in the middle of the circle.

You felt it instantly, the air around you shifting and trapping you in place even as you breathe hard, glaring up at Lia and Angela, ignoring Ryder behind you.

“There, now isn’t that better?”  Lia asked.

“I don’t think you’d like it if I answered honestly.”  You said, feeling blood quickly soaking down your back.  “I guess the plan is to just let me slowly bleed to death huh?”

Angela scoffs. “Expecting to get a say in the matter? You forfeited that right years ago.”

You didn’t dare look at Crowley, didn’t even dare to glance his way, you knew what you’d find there. “Did I?  Must have been a good decision then.”

There was a blow hard across your face as Lia hit you, but you didn’t go down, just looking back at her with cold eyes.

“Insolent child,” She scowled.  “You could’ve had the whole world if you wanted it.” She looks at Angela.  “Get the ritual started.”

Angela moves away, grinning, and Lia kneels down to your level to hold your gaze.

“You don’t remember do you?” She asked with a cold smile.  “You don’t remember the church?”

You swallowed and licked your lips which suddenly felt too dry.  “Well, I thought that would be a given, considering the spell work that was put on me, but you know that, you watched it all happen.”

She looks a little surprised.  “You can see me though?  Now that is something I never thought you’d never be able to do again.”

“Everything,” You growled. “Guess it wasn’t hard for Angela to work a little spell like that, even on her own mother, not under guidance such as yours.”

Lia laughs.  “And you are assuming you know who I am, you are adorable.”

A smirk tugs at your lips. “You’re Morgan Le Fay, a rather unfortunate namesake really, considering I’m sure the real Morgan Le Fay, should she have ever actually existed, would’ve easily wiped the floor with you.”

Her smiles fades, turning to a dark glare.  “So, the little pure blood actually did her research.”

“You and your little Lucifer mad cult were taken down by the Men of Letters in the 18th century, but you were conveniently the only one unaccounted for.”  You tried to straighten yourself, tried ignoring the throb from the wound in your back and the slow puddle of blood that was forming. “I’m guessing, that little mask I remember seeing, is where you’ve been hiding all these years, biding your time.”

Lia, or Morgan, sneered at you.  “Well, with hardly any pure bloods around in that time, I knew I had to do something, especially with those bastard letter men on my tail.  So yes, I got myself out of the picture, managed to get picked up by a gypsy camp who believed I gave them good luck.  I knew I only had to bide my time before another witch found me and I could start my plan again, so I waited.”

“Let me guess though,” You fought back a shudder from the pain.  “Lia was too strong simply to just take over.”

Morgan snorts.  “That type of spell requires two witches dear, as does this.”  She glances back at Angela for a moment before returning her gaze to you.  “Truth be told, you were meant to be in opposite places.”

The shock on your face was clear, making Morgan’s grin return.  “Imagine my surprise when not one, but two little pure bloods came along, only months apart, from a father that was convinced that he knew what he was doing was right.  I could see the prophecy being fulfilled right before my eyes and I hadn’t even had to do anything yet.”

There was a violent spark through the air and Morgan looks over at Crowley, who was furious, his hands shaking, blood dripping from them where he’d tried to break through.  “Oh hush now, don’t you want to know what all this about?  I’m sure you must be curious, bound to her and all, that was certainly something I never saw coming.”

Her gaze returns to you. “You are the first pure blood in a very long time to have a gift, I hope you know that.  When I learnt that you could see supernatural beings in their true forms, see peoples aura’s, I was overjoyed.  You had been what I was waiting for.  You were the one that Lucifer was meant to be bound to.”

An odd silence fell for a moment, making her grin widen.

“Oh yes, and he’d found you too, managed to gather enough strength to break out just a bit to see you.” Morgan shakes her head.  “Your mother of course didn’t believe you about the man in the church with the large white wings, thought that you were talking childish nonsense and kept you away, apologising.”  She gives a sigh of frustration.  “All you had to do was touch just one feather, just one, and this all would have been a lot simpler.”

“Lucifer’s been trapped in the cage for centuries.” Sam snarled from across the room, having quickly pulled his gag away and then returned his hands behind his back. “It’s not possible that that’s who she saw.”

“Isn’t it?”  Morgan asked.  “You have witnessed the power of archangels; surely you don’t doubt that they are exceptionally powerful?  Lucifer only needed a moment with her, a moment that her dear sweet mother wouldn’t have known appeared if it-”

Morgan was thrown backwards with a cry, fury beating at you as you growled.  “You don’t get to speak of my mother.” You struggled to your feet, fighting off the wave of nausea and light-headedness.  “And you certainly don’t get to act as if you are better than her.”

Brushing herself down as she got back to her feet, Morgan’s expression was smug.  “Your mother was lucky to have your father at all, Lia came so close to making it so, but of course, you got in the way of that.”  She shakes her head.  “But it matters not, it was because of your mother that you rejected Lucifer-”

“Good!”  Your voice rose, despite the tremble in your body, the churning of your stomach, and now the throbbing headache as the memory tried to break through.  “I’m glad my mother saved me the hassle of doing it now!”

The air rushed out of you and, instinctively, your hands flew to your throat as you started to choke, but it wasn’t Morgan that was casting the spell.

Angela’s eyes shone with a faint purple light.  “You don’t get to speak of him like that!  Not when you have forfeited the right!”

You struggled against her magic, fighting with everything you had.  She was powerful, of that you had no doubt, but you also knew that she was somewhat untrained, you could see it in the difference between the way the two of them worked, clearly Lia or Morgan had been holding her back.

“Angela dear, enough.” Morgan said as the lights above begin to flicker.  “We don’t want to kill her yet.”

The pressure vanished and you struggled to stay up, coughing and forcing air back into your lungs.

“She doesn’t even deserve this,” Angela hissed.  “We would be better off-”

“She is the only way we can free Lucifer.”  Morgan said sternly.  “I have waited enough years, I will not wait any more.”  Her gaze moves back to you.  “I had never been so insulted when you turned up that day having been connected to a demon, never seen such arrogance in a child thinking that you could just do whatever it was you wanted.  I had hoped that Lia removing your memories would cause fewer issues down the line when we got to this point, however, I think I’m almost glad that it’s ended this way, certainly makes me feel more satisfied.”

There is another shower of sparks and Morgan faces Crowley again, Crowley hitting whatever field was around him again.

“Shall I deal with the demon mother?”  Ryder asked.

Morgan shakes her head. “No dear, once Y/N here is gone, he won’t be of any threat.”

“Don’t bloody bet on it.” Crowley growled, even though none of them could hear him, looking at you, only to find you quickly looking around the room, despite the pained and exhausted set in your shoulders, despite the amount of blood you were still losing, you were alert and clearly trying to find something.

“You can get her tied down though.” Morgan nods back to you, drawing your attention.  “And do make sure that she can’t move, I’d hate to think of her spoiling our plans again.”

A chair was dragged forward and you willingly sat, mostly so you didn’t have the threat of being stabbed again, the knife clear on Ryder’s belt.

“It’s pretty sad that you’ve got to control him with a spell.”  You said loudly as he tied you to the chair.

“The boy is nothing special,” Morgan set.  “He carries the pure blood genes but that’s about it.  He will only be useful if we need to make more.”

You screwed your face up. “That’s…awful.”  Then you thought for a moment.  “Hang on a sec, if sweetpea there is going to Lucifer’s darling bride, and you are putting Lucifer in my father’s body…” You made a disgusted noise.  “Do you even realise how wrong that is?”

They both ignored you, Ryder standing diligently to your side.

“Wow, you two are more messed up than I thought.”  You muttered, your gaze once again returning to the room.

“Says the one whose own father wanted to try and claim them?” Morgan said lightly, helping Angela with several ingredients on a bowl next to Y/F/N.

“Well, if it had ever gotten that far, it’s not like it would’ve been-” You froze, staring at her. “It was a spell.”

“He never did try and stop keeping you safe,” She said.  “Unfortunately for him this time, he got me instead of Lia, so I had to make sure I kept things interesting.” She looks back over at Sam and Dean, Dean fighting hard against his ropes.  “It is interesting though that it affected one brother and not the other, I guess that had something to do with the fact that, as you said, one is Lucifer’s true vessel.”

“What was your goal? To make my life more miserable?” You asked.

“Yes,” She said flatly. “I wanted you to suffer as much as I could make you suffer without revealing our plan to you.”  She smirks.  “Isn’t it interesting though, if things went to plan, you’d be with the tall one.”

“Mother, it’s ready.” Angela said, effectively stopping whatever response you had.

A slight hint of panic overtook you, making your head swim for a moment, your head hanging as you fought to breathe deeply.

You had to convince yourself that you could do this, you’d been practising against the bunkers wards, had been able to focus enough that you could sense where everyone was, this was going to be no different, despite the wound and exhaustion.

If you could find what you were looking for, then this would be over quickly.

Sam was debating with himself whether to move or not, watching what was happening as the two witches started to chant, he could still see Dean struggling against his ropes, but right now, it was the least of his worries.

Their backs were turned, as was Ryder’s, so he figured that he had a chance.

Slowly, Sam moved himself, letting the ropes fall as he rolled onto his stomach, the knife still in hand, Dean caught his eye and tried to signal for him to come over, something Sam started to do before another bit of movement caught his eye.

The gun was shifting slightly.

Sam stared at it and sure enough, it started to move towards him slowly.  He wasn’t sure how you were doing this, but he wasn’t going to argue, keeping low and reaching out, taking the gun as it closed in distance between him.

He glanced up at Crowley, clearly caught between watching you, watching the witches and looking around for something.

Dean made a small noise and Sam quickly silences him, pressing a finger to his lips.  They all had to trust you and whatever it was that you were doing.

There was chanting, but you ignored it, sweat breaking out on your brow as you worked through the wards that were holding you, weakened after your earlier stunt.  You had managed to get the gun to Sam, now you just had to find what you were looking for.

You’d been searching for it before you come in, but outside, as you’d been warned, it was near impossible. You’d had enough control to sense a little when you sent the illusion in, but again, it wasn’t enough and didn’t last anywhere near as long as you would’ve liked.  Now here, tied to a chair, this was the last opportunity to manage it, to gain the control of the situation.

Your head hurt, mostly from your powers still raging through at inopportune times, but also from the fact that the air was growing heavy.

You managed to focus a little, to let yourself explore the room and just as you felt something tug at you, words were said and a hand gripped in your head, snapping it back as you growled.

“Keep her like that Ryder, I want her to know what’s happening after all.”  Morgan said smugly and then nods at Y/F/N.  “Wake him up.  Time for him to play his role.”

You watched as your father was woken up with a heavy groan, not sure how you felt about all this. His eyes were hazed over for a moment before he blinks and focuses on you.

“Y/N?”

You grimace.  “Dad.”

He shifts and looks around at Morgan and Angela.  “Lia…Angela…what are you doing?”

“Aww, isn’t that just sweet, even after all this he still cares.” Morgan said.  “Get the mark on him, I want to get this out of the way.”

“Mark…what…what is happening?”

“We’re being sacrificed to resurrect Satan.”  You said and snarled as your head was tugged back further.  “Remind me later to question your parenting methods, not to mention who you chose to cheat on Mum with.”

Y/F/N looked at Angela as she tore open his shirt and began painting on his chest.  “Angela, honey, what are you doing?”

“She just told you.” She said coldly.  “So if you aren’t going to listen to her, then why would you even listen to me?”

He blinks and you knew he was still a little foggy from whatever spell he’d been under.  “But why?”

“Because she denied her birth right, so I get the honour of taking her place.”

You rolled your eyes. “Jealous much?”

“You don’t get to speak!” She spat.  “He always cared about you more!  You were always the favourite!”

You chuckled.  “As I said, jealous much?”

She snarls and turns furiously to Morgan, even as Y/F/N watched with wide eyes.  “What next?”

Morgan smiles.  “Now we can begin dear, as long as you are ready?”

“More than ready.” Angela said, collecting the knife from Ryder and standing before you.  “I have been waiting to do this for years.”

“Considering I haven’t even known you, I don’t think that that is really fair.”  You watch her come in with the knife, the blade pressing sharply into your cheek, breaking the skin and letting a small drop of blood trickle down your cheek.

Her eyes burned with a slight madness, the purple in them flaring up again.  “That doesn’t matter anymore.  This all ends now.”

“Just make sure your timing is right Angela.  I’d hate for it to be messed up because you got too eager.”  Morgan said and picked up another blade and bowl, facing Y/F/N.

Angela stepped back a little, scowling, but still at the ready.  The lights throughout the room flickered, causing Morgan to smile.  “Ah, the angel has finally made his way back. Too bad it’s too late.”

You knew that it was going to be now or never as Morgan began to chant, the air instantly becoming oppressively heavy.  You could sense Sam was free behind you, waiting for whatever you had planned. You could feel Crowley’s gaze on you, furious and terrified.  The sharp sting of Ryder’s grip in your hair.  The throbbing pain from the wound in your back.  The headache that was still beating down on you.

You had to zone it all out.

Closing your eyes, you follow where you had felt the twinge earlier.

Crowley watched your hands grip the chair tight, the knuckles turning white, a frown creasing your forehead, he knew what you were looking for, knew that it would put an end to this madness.

Licking his lips, Crowley eyed the trap.  If he could break it just enough, then he could help.  He stared at the blood on his hands for a moment before it clicking, kneeling and starting to draw a symbol on the floor.

You felt a slight surge of power through you, almost letting it throw you off until you recognised the familiarity of the touch.  Somehow, Crowley was helping.

It was enough though, enough that you found the mask buried in the far back of the room in a well-protected chest.

“Get out of the circle Ryder.”

Your hair was let go and you knew you were out of time.

With a furious growl, you called up everything you had, every single bit of pain, hate, anger, anything and everything you could use.

Just as Angela stepped forward, the knife raised, your eyes bled red and the chair disintegrated beneath you and you stood, taking her by the throat, her eyes going wide, a scream cut of in her throat.

There was light pouring from the circle around Y/F/N, who was struggling, clearly in a lot of pain. At the sound from Angela, Morgan turned, purple eyes flashing dangerously as she raised a hand to speak another spell.

The explosion in the back of the room stopped her and she turned, eyes going wide, just as the mask soured into view.

Sam was ready, firing without hesitation.

The shattering of several powerful spells at once rocked the house, light bursting everywhere, making everyone shield themselves as best they could.  Wall cracked and the ground trembled under the force of it all, the lights and windows bursting, scattering glass everywhere.  Symbols burst to life along the walls, each burning and sparking, smoke starting to fill the room.

All of this happened in a matter of seconds, but it seemed to take a long time for everything to settle.

Sam was first up, coughing as the dust and smoke started to settle and he hurried over to Dean, cutting him free.

“Holy shit,” Dean coughed. “What kind of magic was at work here?”

The burst open, Castiel coming in, looking around at everyone, a very curious Rowena behind him.

“Is everyone alright?” Castiel asked, going to Sam and Dean.

“Is anything about this alright?”  Crowley asked as he stood, brushing down his suit.  “Honestly, you idiots-” He froze, suddenly looking around for you.

You groaned from where you’d ended up on the floor, struggling up, almost nothing left as you fought to breath.  A glint caught your eye and you just made out the knife that Angela had been holding.

Your mind foggy, it was hard to understand why you found that so odd.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Crowley called and tried to step forward before cursing.  “Can someone get me out of this damned trap already?!”

You managed to get yourself in a seated position, head hanging as your vision went in and out of focus, the world spinning.

Angela…where was Angela?

“Angela don’t!”

The voice was your fathers, broken, exhausted, but still loud enough to get your attention.

Your breath left you and you looked at your chest, the glint of the knife now sticking into you, Angela’s hand holding the handle, triumph in her gaze.

“No!”

You couldn’t tell who shouted, maybe everyone?  You hardly even registered as she exploded in front of you, already feeling yourself falling backwards, an unusual sensation tugging at the back of your mind.

A familiar hold had you then, the voice you loved speaking to you, about what, you couldn’t tell. You were too far gone.

Managing the faintest of smiles, you let it all go.

An eerie silence fell across the room, Crowley holding your now lifeless form.  The shock was clear on everyone’s faces.  This was not how it was supposed to go.

Crowley looked at Castiel, his heartbreak clear.  “Bring her back.”

Castiel swallowed. “I can’t.”

“Bring her back!”

“I can’t, Crowley.” Castiel said.  “It’s…it’s not how it works for purebloods.  You know that.”

“She can’t, she can’t make that choice!  You have to…to…” Crowley trailed off and he held you to him tightly, his head hanging.

“It was never going to be your choice Crowley,” Castiel said quietly.  “I’m sorry.”

“So…she’s not exactly dead then?”  Rowena asked, holding her hands up at Crowley’s furious look.  “I’m just trying to point out the positive dear, I don’t know what you are worried about.”

“It’d be better if you kept your mouth shut.”  Castiel said to her coldly.  “How you are even involved in this, I don’t know.”

“Y/N asked me, and considering Morgan Le Fay was one of my rival’s back in those days, I was more than happy to assist.”  Rowena said sweetly, throwing in a smile, which quickly sunk at the dark looks. “Oh come, she’ll be back in no time!”

Sam let’s out a short breath of annoyance before moving, going over to Y/F/N, who was sitting with wide eyes, his shock clear, and cut him free.  “Are…are you alright?”

Y/F/N blinked and looked at him, his eyes shining.  “Y/N…”

Sam swallows and goes to answer, but is cut off by a growl, Crowley on his feet and glaring at Y/F/N with furious red eyes.

“Crowley, you can’t take it out on him.”  Sam said quickly, stepping between the two of them.

“Why not?”  Crowley snarled.  “If it wasn’t for that blundering idiot, then none of this would have happened!”

“You can’t put all this on me!”  Y/F/N yelled back.  “If it wasn’t for you, then she wouldn’t have been re-exposed to all this!”

“If you hadn’t taken her memory in the first place!  If you had taught her from the start!”

“I was protecting her!”

“You were making it easier for the witches!”

There was a groan, cutting them both off as they look over, Ryder struggling up, looking very confused.

Crowley went to take a step forward.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Dean hurried over, helping the kid up and standing in front of him too.  “Crowley, you can’t just take it out on them.  They are victims in this too.”

Crowley was breathing hard, his hands shaking.  “I don’t care.  He hurt Y/N and as far as I’m concerned he was no less involved!”

Dean flinches a little, but stands his ground.  “I know man, but Y/N wouldn’t want this.  She said he was bewitched, he didn’t know what he was doing.  You can’t blame him for that.”

Y/F/N struggled to his feet and beckoned to Ryder.  “Come here son.”

Crowley growled, even as Ryder looked terrified at him, hurrying over to Y/F/N.  “So you are just going to let them get away with it?”

“The ones really responsible are dead Crowley,” Sam said.  “Morgan’s spirit broke when I shot the mask and you…well, you made short work of Angela.  We get it, we do, your angry, but we need to think this out reasonably.”

Crowley’s whole body was shaking now, fighting to try and contain himself, but without you there, without your familiar feeling, it all felt too much.

Castiel rested a careful hand on Crowley’s shoulder.  “You need to worry about her Crowley, we don’t know what…condition she’ll come back in.”

It seemed to be enough, Crowley’s eyes going slowly back to normal as he shrugs Castiel’s hand off and moves back to you, flinching at the knife still in your chest.  Sitting with you and pulling you into his arms, he carefully pulled it free, blinking furiously to stop tears falling, something he made sure to hide from the others.

Sam lets out a long breath, running his fingers back through his hair.  “O-okay.  Right.” Dean glances at him and Sam shrugs. “I don’t know man, I don’t know what to do after that.”

“You might want to check the other witch.”  Rowena said, nodding into the corner of the room.  “If I’m not mistaken, she’s still alive.”

Sam and Dean look over to Lia and see that she is still breathing, hurrying over to help her up.

Crowley growled from where he was.  “I suppose you are just going to let her get away with it too.”

“Lia’s a white witch.” Y/F/N snarled, struggling to his feet.

“Yeah, and I’m an angel.” Crowley said coldly.  “She was stupid enough to let a cursed artefact into her home and get possessed by it, not to mention whatever you got her to do to Y/N, that certainly wasn’t-”

“I was protecting her!”

“No, you were fuelling your own ego thinking you could live a double life!”

“Like you would even-”

“Enough!” Dean shouts. “Come on!”

Castiel joins Sam and Dean, resting a hand against Lia’s forehead, making her groan and slowly blink her eyes.

“Easy does it,” Sam said, helping her sit.  “You’ve been through a lot, you need to take it slow.”

Lia looks around the room slowly, taking in everyone and then taking in the condition of her home. “What…what happened?”

There was a moment of silence.

“Your daughter went insane and resurrected an ancient witch into your body.  Both of them then tried to free Lucifer by killing your boy toy and his better daughter.”  Crowley said flatly.

Dean sighed.  “What he said.”

Lia blinks at them. “What?”

Y/F/N manages to move, coming over to her.  “Lia…there’s…there’s a lot to explain.”

Crowley zoned them out, he didn’t want to hear any of it, as far as he was concerned, all he wanted to do was string them up and torture to them, it was little more than what they deserved.

He focused on you, motionless in his arms, still no sign of anything.

Doubt, fear and worry gnawed at him.  Would you be different because of your demon powers?  Would you get the option to come back at all?

He shook his head, he couldn’t think like that.  It would kill him if you couldn’t.

But he still couldn’t sense you.

Crowley brushed your hair back, noticing the shake in his hand, he sighed, clenching his hand and closing his eyes, for the first time in his life, praying that a miracle would happen.

“Wait, he’s what!”

Y/F/N cut through Crowley’s thoughts and he scowls at him, eyes dark.

“They’ve been bound for a while now, there’s nothing you can do about it.” Dean said.  “So I wouldn’t even begin to-”

“And you had the nerve to blame me!”  Y/F/N yelled at Crowley, stepping forward.  “You had the hide to take this out on me!  When I’ve just lost half of my family!”

Crowley’s eyes narrow. “And how exactly does me being bound to Y/N have anything to do with that?  Did you not notice her power helped put a stop to all this?  If it wasn’t for me, you’d be playing pony to Lucifer!”

“If it wasn’t for you, she wouldn’t have-”

“Y/F/N, stop.” Lia said softly, touching his arm, making him look at her.  “The decision was put out of your hands long ago, and besides,” She looks at Crowley, understanding.  “He loves her. He wouldn’t do anything to intentionally put her in harm’s way.”

Crowley huffs. “You’re lucky I don’t just kill you both.  I’ve seen and heard what you’ve done to her, and I can promise neither of you are going to like where you go.”

Lia gives a small nod. “I can understand that, but you need to understand, that back then, I…I simply wanted Y/F/N for myself.  I did what I did to remove other distractions from the picture, meaning that I and my family could have more time with him.”

“You don’t need to explain yourself.”  Crowley growled.  “Witches are all the same.  They all do anything to get what they want.”

Rowena rolls her eyes. “Please Ferus, don’t be so dramatic.”

“Mother, shut up.”

“Rude.”

There was a heavy groan from within the house and they all looked around the walls.

“I think we may have to get out of here fairly soon.” Sam said.  “I don’t think the structure liked being blasted with magic like that.”

There was a loud snap from somewhere upstairs followed by things falling.

“Yeah, I’ll second that.” Dean said and then looked at Crowley.  “Are you…right with her?”

Crowley snorts and goes to answer back, but was beaten to it.

“You ask really stupid questions at times Dean.”

Everyone froze and then looked at you, smirking, eyes half open, from where Crowley was holding you.

Relief flooded Crowley as the connection between then two of you seemed to snap back in place, stronger than what it was before.

“Y/N?”  He croaked.

Your smile widened as you managed to focus on Crowley.  “Hey sunshine.  Miss me?”

He broke into such a grin that it had you chuckled a little, leaning into him tiredly, your body and mind exhausted, something he quickly felt, his smile fading a little as he carefully helped you up.

Castiel was the first of the others to break the silence.  “Y/N, you...you are human still?”

You nod slowly, Crowley’s arm around you to keep you standing.  “Yeah, I guess so.”

“How?”  Dean asked.  “I thought that it was part of lore.”

Your hesitation was only momentary, enough that none of them noticed.  “Guess I really am one of a kind.”

Sam smiled.  “Glad you weren’t out of it too long Y/N, I don’t think we could’ve held Crowley off to much longer.”

You chuckled, even as Crowley shot Sam a glare.  “Well, I still feel like shit, so I guess it was only a job half done, right?”

“I think I still owe them.” Crowley growled on the low to you.  “Just say the word love.”

You leaned against him. “Maybe later, for now I’m too tired to deal with it.”

“Y/N…” Your father’s voice was unsure, staring at you with wide eyes.

You close your eyes, not moving from Crowley.  “Later. For now, I think it best we get somewhere safe, especially before any police offers turn up.”

“But-”

“And no, I don’t know what happened to Angela.” You glanced at Y/F/N and Lia, who both tensed.  “And nor do I care, she did just kill me after all, and I can promise that that isn’t a pleasant experience.”

“Here, here.”  Sam and Dean agreed quietly.

There was another loud crack from within the walls, before there was snap, and they all reappeared in a car park next to the Impala.

“How-”

“”I trust you can all find your own way back.”  Crowley said quickly, holding you firmly.  “And I trust that none of you will bloody even try and contact us any time soon.”

They all stared at him, but Crowley no longer cared, with another snap, the two of you vanished.

Crowley’s lips were on yours before you even had a chance to register where the two of you were, everything being poured into the kiss as he pressed you against a wall, holding you as close as possible.

You didn’t resist, giving into him instantly, knowing that he needed it, at least for a moment.

He broke away, resting his forehead against yours, his voice broken.  “Don’t you dare do that again.”

You hold him just as tight. “I didn’t even want to do it once, so I’ll think I’ll definitely pass on the second.”

Crowley groans and buries against you neck and it was only after a moment that you realised that he was crying.

“I thought I lost you.” He said.  “I thought you weren’t coming back.”

“Of course I was,” You said, your fingers trailing into his hair, your own tears starting as the reality of everything seemed to finally settle over you and what you had just been through.  “I’ve already promised that I won’t leave you, no matter what.  No one is ever going to stop that from happening.”

He moved and kissed you again, gentler this time, assuring himself that you were there, that you were real.  “I never thought I’d get close though, especially not like that.”

You brushed his tears away, returning several kisses of your own.  “I’m okay Crowley, I promise.”

Crowley sighed and nuzzled his nose against yours.  “You are exhausted; I don’t think that’s okay.”

You give a small smile. “It’s better than some of the alternatives.”

He gives you a small smile and next thing you know, you were being pulled up against him in bed, the blankets wrapped securely around you, making you smile and quickly bury against him, hardly fighting the tiredness settling over you.

“We can talk about everything tomorrow love,” He said softly into your hair.  “For now, I want you to sleep, because I’m definitely not going anywhere.”

You hum, chasing away the thoughts of everything else and focusing solely on his presence.  “Thank you Crowley.”

“I love you Y/N, no one and nothing is ever going to change that.”

“I love you too Crowley. I’m glad it was you.”

Crowley didn’t need it explained what you meant by that, quickly slipping into a deep sleep, even as he traced patterns along your skin, comforting himself with your presence. He knew that there would be more to come, more to deal with, but for now, this moment here, it was enough.

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