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"All you have to do is say yes little Dean? Its just one word. It isn't really that hard compared to what all you've been through already." He crooned his voice soft and gentle.

He came almost daily now. He promised that he could get her out of here. Get her off of these hooks and away from Alastair.

He made the offer sound really good. The only thing that kept her silent was the fact it was a demon making the offer for rescue. A demon deal had gotten her here and it didn't make sense for one to want to help her.

They had all been happy to see her going under the knife.

She wanted it to end. The pain, the suffering, the humiliation. She did get best to put herself somewhere else in her mind but it was hard.

There were a few days that went by without the demon showing up. Dean actually found she missed the reprieve.

When an offer was made this time it was by Alastair. She could get off the hooks and avoid anymore torture, if she decided to take up the knife herself. It was tempting but she ignored it.

She had to be strong. If she took the blade up then it would set her on the path to becoming a demon.

Dean was cut up none stop for she wasn't sure how long after her first refusal. Years passed and he would make his offer repeatedly. Eventually the other demon made attempts to reach her but she was never able to really hear him, Alastair was always there keeping others away from her.

Alastair gave her no peace and made his offer after the longest session of torture. This time she didn't refuse, she was just so tired of pain.

He gave her a blade and he put her to work. He put a different person in front of her each time, he trained her. Showed her how to make someone suffer. She was good at it.

With a knife in her hand she was a master. The only one better than her was Alastair himself and he expressed his pride in her success daily. He fed into her anger for the previous torture and channeled it into her own work.

She was free from being wounded anymore.

The only problem from there was the deep seated guilt she felt. She was no better than these demons she had once hunted. Given more years doing the things she was doing and she would be one of them.

Her humanity would be stripped away and she would be left with nothing. She would be a demon, born from pain and hatred.

She knew what they would do with her then. She would be sent through one of the open gates into the world to cause chaos. Be one of the things that she had hunted.

Dean didn't want that, she didn't want to be a monster. But there wasn't a choice anymore, she was what she was now. She let herself get lost in the pain and suffering she inflicted on others. Days bled into months then years.

She didn't know how long she was there before he came back. No one watched over her anymore, she was trusted by the others at this point.

"You seem to be getting on well enough." He said smoothly. "You must be enjoying yourself."

"Just leave me alone." Dean whispered back not looking away from the body in front of her.

"I thought you wouldn't want this. I can get you out." He said slowly.

"How?"

"I'm very powerful. I have my ways."

Dean was quiet and focused on her work. She wanted to believe there was a way out of here but the sad fact was there wasn't. She would never see the light of day again, she might as well accept it.

"If becoming a demon is what you want then by all means stay." He said slowly.

Dean stopped and let her hands go limp.

"What do I have to do?" She asked.

"Nothing like this." He said his voice sounding disgusted. "You would belong to me by demon standards."

"You're not getting me out of here for nothing. What do you want?"

"You belong to me here and you will belong to me there as well. Like a wife you might say."

Dean frowned and looked over her shoulder to see him. It was the first time she had seen him face to face.

He was dressed in an all black suit with a long coat over it. He had a crooked smile on his lips, with dark stubble across his lower face, and short black hair that looked like he had just ran his fingers through it to comb it. His eyes at the moment were red, which meant he was a cross roads demon.

"You want me to be your wife? Thats it?" She asked frowning.

"You under estimate your value to someone like me." He sighed. "You being my wife has benefits for me and I promise there will be benefits for you as well."

Dean frowned and looked away.

She could bite the bullet it it meant freedom.

"So you take me back up top and what then? I'm yours until I die and end up right back here again?" Dean demanded.

"Oh no love. Once your mine you would never end up here again." He said slowly. "You would be by my side for eternity."

"And where does that put me?"

"The throne love. That makes you queen."

Dean frowned and swallowed looking away. She had heard of the none hostile take over of hell and how the ruler was a man named Crowley. News traveled fast here.

A cross roads demon that had worked his way up to the throne. He was loved by most of the demons here. There were also those that followed out of fear and respect for him.

Dean made he choice then because she had heard another thing about Crowley. He kept his deals.

"So you're Crowley?"

"My fame precedes me."

"Alright. Yes." Dean said slowly. "We have a deal."

"Excellent. Let's get thing started shall we?"

Dean heard him snap his fingers and then things went black.

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When Dean opened her eyes it was still dark wherever she had woken up. Dean knew she was laying down and she shifted around getting a feel for where she was. The cramped space didn't leave much room for moving.

Dean lifted her hands above her and she felt them stop only a few inches above her. Dean stopped to think everything through.

She had a lighter in her pocket but she didn't have time to really reach for it. Dean felt something rain down on her face and she jerked her head to the side. She started sputtering and coughing.

Dean over her coughing she could hear something thudding above her. Then there was scrapping and she could see a little bit of light peeking through what she realized were boards.

Dean realized she had been buried and now someone was digging her out.

"I'm in here!" Dean yelled slamming her palm against the wood.

There was no answer back but the digging continued and occasionally there was scrapping against the wood. Dean just laid back waiting patiently for whoever was digging to get her free.

When the digging stopped Dean didn't notice at first because she was dozing off. When the lid of her coffin was ripped away and the sunlight was blinding her she let out a yelp. Hands reached down grabbing her arms pulling her out of the coffin. Dean kept her hands in front of her face until she was sure that she could see without the light blinding her.

Two men had hold of her arms supporting her as she looked around. The men were wearing suits and had grim looks on their faces.

She looked up to where a black car was parked at the side of the dirt road. Leaning against the car was a familiar face. Crowley smiled at her and nodded to the two men holding her up. Dean felt them release her and then they walked over to the car sliding into the front seats.

Crowley stepped towards her holding out a black bag.

"You're dirty, you can change into these." He said smiling.

"Thanks." Dean said slowly taking the bag.

"I'll give you some privacy. Don't be long." He sighed.

"Yeah I'll just be a minute." She said frowning looking into the bag.

Dean watched Crowley slide into the back seat of the car and then she turned to find somewhere to change. Dean walked into the treeline to provide herself a little bit of cover as she stripped out of her tattered clothes.

Crowley had been right her clothes smelled musty, were tattered, and hung a little threadbare. She figured when she had been buried they had put her in different clothes then the ones she had been ripped apart in. She wondered how long she had been dead and why she was even able to get her body back.

She figured she'd been gone long enough for rot to set in. As she stripped out of the clothes she figured that she probably didn't smell very good either compared to the clothes. Dean gave herself a tentative sniff and figured she could smell worse.

Dean opened the bag up and noticed that there were clothes and a few other things inside. Deodorant and perfume sat in the bag.

The fresh clothes were underwear, a bra, a long black dress with off the shoulder sleeves, and a pair of strappy heels. Dean frowned at the clothes but finally decided to dress in the clothes.

Dean pulled on the clothes and then she used the deodorant. She sprayed the perfume to get the scent but it just made her wrinkle her nose in disgust.

Dean put the deodorant and perfume back into the bag. She looked at the pile of disgusting clothes and decided it was just best to leave them where they were. Let them finish rotting away.

Dean came out from the tree line and walked across the small field to where the car was parked. She had decided that carrying the heels was the way to go on uneven ground.

When she got to the car she slid into the back where she knew Crowley had gotten in.

"You look lovely in the dress." Crowley said giving her a warm smile.

"Thanks. I'll probably break my neck in these heels." She said holding them up.

"You'll get used to them." He assured her. "Now I was thinking dinner and we can discuss our arrangement details in full there."

"The details?" She asked frowning.

"Your my wife now so we'll need to set a few ground rules. Go over the details of what our intimacy we'll entail."

Dean swallowed as she thought about that and she nodded.

"Yeah probably a good idea." Dean sighed then she looked out the window.

"Are you going to want your brother and the others to know your back?"

"Probably best they don't, don't you think?"

"I can agree with that love."

With that said Crowley leaned forward giving the men in the front seat orders. The driver started pulling onto the dirt road.

Dean was sure things were going to be a lot different now. She wondered if that was going to be better for her.

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Crowley took Dean to some restaurant a few towns over where he got the two of them a private room. He had his demon bodyguards stand watch outside the door of the room. Dean was surprised when none of the staff said anything about the odd actions.

Crowley must have seen the confused look on her face because he assured her he was there often enough that they let him have a few liberties.

The private room was cozy and had dim lighting that would usually set Dean at ease. As it was now she was only nervous and wished she had some kind of weapon on her. Even if she didn't intend to use it she'd feel better with one just the same. instead she had to go without.

Crowley stopped behind her seat at the small intimate table pulling her chair out for her. Dean sank into the chair and looked down at the menu sitting in front of her spot. As she looked at the menu her stomach let out a loud growl that made her give a slight cough of embarrassment.

"Being dead is certainly hunger inducing isn't it?" Crowley asked smirking. "Order whatever you like, they do wonderful steaks here."

"I thought demons didn't have to eat?" Dean asked frowning.

"Doesn't mean I don't like the taste of food or a good drink. They had my brand of scotch here as well."

"I'm more a whiskey or beer drinker myself."

"Then by all means order it. We should enjoy ourselves, we're celebrating after all."

"We are?"

"You accepted my proposal. I would say that's a reason to celebrate."

"Right. You're that excited I said yes?"

"You are more valuable than you give yourself credit for. Our union will make things easier for the both of us."

"So a marriage of convenience then." Dean said slowly as she set the menu aside.

"Perhaps but at the same time I have been watching you. I'm fond of your work, you were quite the hunter in your day."

Dean was quiet for a moment as she looked away from him. She had been a hunter, the old her would be horrified by the predicament she found herself in. Before she had been to hell marrying a demon would have been out if the question, she would have given herself a good beating for even thinking it.

After hell though.... She could make the best of the situation.

"We should discuss the details of our contract since technically you haven't signed it yet." Crowley said smiling.

"Alright. Probably a good idea." Dean sighed looking at him.

Crowley raised his hand to silence her as the door opened and a waitress stepped in. They each gave their order and she left in relative silence. She returned briefly with their drink orders and then disappeared with minimal contact.

"I suppose we should get started then." Crowley said finally. "By agreeing to the terms of the contract you will be agreeing to be my wife for the remainder of your human life and in your afterlife you will be at my side as queen."

"I'll be a demon."

"Yes."

"Okay... I'm with it so far." Dean said reluctantly.

"You will be expected to act accordingly as a wife and queen which means -"

"Which I'm guessing mean sex with you."

"Naturally."

"Alright."

"I expected more of a fight on that actually." Crowley said with a hum.

"I keep my deals. Same as you." She replied firmly.

"Good woman." Crowley said nodding "Then let's discuss those details. If you agree to the contract then you are mine. I do not share what is mine."

"Agreed so long as that goes both ways." Dean said sipping her whiskey.

"Wouldn't dream of betraying you love." He chuckled. "Do you have any hard lines you're unwilling to cross in the bedroom?"

Dean hummed thoughtfully and squinted her eyes as she mulled it over. Finally she nodded.

"No pissing on each other, no fisting any holes, and .... I don't do sensory deprivation when I'm tied down. It's one or the other, never at the same time." She said looking away.

"Bad experiences I suppose?"

Dean gave a shrug.

"Alright I can agree to those terms. Everything else is negotiable at the time I suppose?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Alright I have one thing to bring up for this." Crowley said placing something on the table between them.

Dean looked down to see a black leather collar with a silver ring hanging from the front of it. She was grateful that it didn't have anything written on it. She didn't really see how it loosened to go on though as there were no visible buckles she could see.

"I won't ask for it every time but when you wear this collar you are compelled to obey anything I say. You will be completely submissive to me."

Dean frowned at the collar and she looked at him.

"Before you refuse or agree know that I have in your contract that I am forbidden from doing you permanent harm. That is to your body or your mind. The only way the collar goes on is if you fully agree to submit to me."

"My limits would be fully respected even when I'm in this?" She asked.

"Completely." Crowley said nodding "Where's the fun if we don't both enjoy it?"

"You are a strange man Crowley."

"Thank you."

"Anything else?"

"You will be fully aware of everything happening and able to speak when I directly ask you a question. I don't do safe words, I do the usual color method."

"Colors?"

"If you're fine with what's happening then you say 'green'. If you need me to slow down or give you a moment then 'yellow'. If you have been pushed to far or you need me to stop then you say 'red'. Red, yellow, and green are the words that you can say without permission at any time."

Dean looked down at the collar and picked it up slowly.

"I am the only one that can put the collar on or take it off of you."

Dean nodded slowly "Alright. I agree."

"Your very open minded."

"I'm choosing to trust you until you do something to say I can't."

"Either way." Crowley said shrugging. "Do we have an agreement?"

"What if I refuse now and I just say no? Do I go back to Alastair?"

"No, even if you decide you don't want to do this you don't go back to Alastair. I will press you into service as a new member of the cross roads." Crowley said shrugging. "You would work for me."

Dean nodded her head slowly then took a breath.

"What have I got to lose? Let's do this."

"So we're agreed then?"

"Yes. I'll sign your contract."

"You know how we seal deals in the cross roads."

Dean rolled her eyes and stood going around the table. Crowley stood as well and Dean leaned towards him. Crowley cupped the back of her head pressing a kiss to her lips that was surprisingly gentle.

When he pulled away he held out a box.

"I expect you to wear this." Crowley handed it to her.

Dean opened the box to see a shiny black wedding band with black jewels encrusted in the center all the way around it. She took it out of the box and carefully slid it onto her finger. It was a perfect fit.

Dean noticed that the band seemed to radiate with a warmth that was somewhat soothing.

"So long as you wear that I will always be able to find you. You can summon me if you ever have need to by saying my name. As long as nothing hinders me then I will come to you."

"Thanks."

"You're very welcome, Mrs. Crowley."

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After they had officially signed the contract they spent the rest of the dinner talking. Dean was surprised with how casual he kept the conversation given both of their history. He acted as if they had been married for a long time instead of recently making the deal.

Strangely enough Dean found it easy to slip into the same actions. It was cozy enough.

After dinner he announced that they would be returning home. Dean wasn't sure what she had been expecting from that. Maybe their return to hell where he was the king. She certainly wasn't expecting him to lead her back out to the car and give their demon driver directions.

She was even more surprised when they pulled up to a tall metal and glass building. It was the kind of place that hunters would never be in. It was pricey and high quality, nothing like the roadside dumps she was used too.

Dean frowned at the building.

"You live here?" She asked.

"We, love. We live here in the penthouse, top floor. Lovely views and lots of space." Crowley said smiling. "You'll have every comfort you could desire."

Dean frowned slightly "Spared no expense huh?"

"Not when it comes to comfort."

The drive cut off their view as the driver took them into the parking deck attached to the building. Dean leaned back against the seat and she sighed.

Dean looked down at her left hand her fingers running over the ring. She had been twirling it on her finger nervously every few minutes and told herself she just had to get used to it. As she was watching her hand Crowley's hand folded over her hand giving it a squeeze.

"Don't look so serious, your face will stick that way." He joked. "Rethinking the deal?"

"No just... a lot to get used too."

"I'm aware this isn't ideal for you and there will be an adjustment period I'm sure. You will get used to it." He said confidently.

"I will. Just a lot to take in right now." Dean assured him.

Crowley chuckled and squeezed her hand again before pulling his hand away.

The car was parked in a privately marked space and the two demons in the front got out. Crowley opened his door and slid out so Dean did the same.

"There's a private elevator once we're inside that takes us up to the penthouse." Crowley explained as they walked. "This is your key to the elevator. You can only operate it with the key and it goes to the penthouse and the parking garage only."

Dean took the single key on the chain he was handing her and she glanced at it briefly. It was a plain key that would have matched any others if she still had her key ring.

"There is another elevator inside that goes down to the lobby of the building where there are a few stores and a restaurant available should you need them." He continued "There is a laundry service that collects every few days and I have a grocery delivery service set up now."

"Don't want me leaving?" She asked frowning.

"You can come and go as you please." Crowley said looking over his shoulder at her. "You aren't a prisoner here this is your home."

Dean blushed a bit at the intensity he was looking at her with. She half expected this to still be some kind of trap, it all seemed to good to be true.

"Now should you decide to go out and buy things use this." Crowley said handing her a black credit card. "Don't worry about a spending limit."

Dean looked at him frowning "How do you afford all of this?"

"I'm Crowley." He said simply shrugging. "I have my ways."

"Is there anything I'm supposed to do?" She asked frowning.

"No. I've arranged for everything menial so that you don't have too."

Dean didn't like feeling useless and it was starting to sound like she was going to have a lot of free time. She wondered what the hell she would even begin to fill her days with. She wondered what all she could get away with doing that would even keep her busy.

"Give it time. You might start to enjoy being spoiled a bit." He said chuckling.

"So why the sugar baby treatment anyway?"

"Because I enjoy it. You deserve to be spoiled a bit and I enjoy spoiling someone. I figure it's a win win."

Dean gave a noncommittal grunt as the elevator dinged.

Crowley used his key on the elevator again and the doors slid open.

Dean was sure she had never been somewhere so... grand was the only word coming to mind.

The place had high ceilings and a lot of open space. The place was mostly white, with a tile floor, and crystal looking light fixtures. As she walked into the living area she was met with a wall of floor to ceiling windows facing the rest of the city.

The furniture in the room was the same brighter colors to match the rest of the place. There was a single black leather covered arm chair with a small side table. The table had what looked like a decanter sitting on its surface and a single book.

The rest of the furniture was a cream color and all turned to look into the center of the room. There was a flat screen TV hung on one wall bigger than any Dean had seen.

The opposite wall opened up to a large kitchen area with state of the art appliances. Dean looked over at a door off of the kitchen down a hallway.

Dean figured that lead to the dining room.

She turned around in the middle of the living room and saw Crowley watching her with a smile. She gave him a tentative smile back and she looked around noticing a set of stairs leading up to a second floor.

"There's a second floor?" She asked nodding to the stairs.

"Yes just over this part. It's our bedroom and the master bathroom. Guesst bathroom and the coat room are by the main elevator over there."

Crowley pointed to the larger walkway off of the living room. The hall was a lot more open and inviting with two doors on opposite sides of the hall from one another.

"Off of the dining room are a pair of doors leading out to the balcony." Crowley said gesturing down the hall she had seen off the kitchen. "There's a roof hanging over part of it with a sitting area. There is also a hot tub out there."

"You really went all out."

"All the comforts of home."

"Its nice here. Brighter than I thought it would be." She admitted.

"The brighter colors do contrast what I'm used to but I think it really brings the place all together."

"Its got a certain charm to it."

"Shall I show you the bedroom now or would you like to see the terrace?" He asked smiling.

"I need a shower and I'm getting kind of tired so I think the bedroom." Dean admitted.

"Alright." Crowley gestured to the stairs and he lead the way.

The stairs were narrow metal stairs that were painted white to match the lighter color of the penthouse. It was very decorative with the way the metal had patterns worked into its surface.

When they reached the second floor there was a small area of space that had an arm chair and a table with a lamp on it. Then there was the door leading into the bedroom.

Crowley opened the door and stepped back letting Dean step into the room first.

The bedroom had thick white carpeted floors and the walls were white with a few paintings hung on the walls. She didn't know much about art so ignored them for now as she took in the rest of the room.

The bedroom was larger than some of the motel rooms for two that she had stayed in. She didn't remember a time when she had actually stayed in a room this large herself.

Against the wall opposite the door was a king size bed in the center of that wall, on either side were three drawer bedside tables with lamps sitting on them. The bed had a thick comforter on it with a few different sized pillows propped against the dark wood headboard, the foot board was the same.

On the wall to the left of the door was a vanity table with a larger mirror with lights fixed around it. The table was bare at the moment with no products sitting on it. There was a chair pushed under the table.

There was also a shelf running close to the top of the wall. It held a few random knick knacks that looked like they might have been expensive.

On the right wall were a few book shelves with some of the shelves already filled with books. There was also an armoire against the bedroom wall.

There was also a door that she figure lead into the master bathroom.

Dean turned around to face the wall with the door and she saw a TV hanging on the wall closer to the center of the wall, just opposite the bed.

Dean nodded her head slowly "This is ... wow."

"Now because of my demon nature I don't sleep so this is mostly your space." Crowley said stepping in. "Granted I'm sure there will be occasion for the two of us to share these quarters."

"Will we be sharing them tonight?" Dean asked keeping her face neutral.

"Eager are we?" He asked chuckling. "No I have business to attend tonight and I figured you could use the rest."

Dean looked away trying not to look relieved. She was exhausted and after everything that had happened she just wanted to get one night's peace.

"I'll leave you here I think, love." Crowley said smiling. "I will be back in the morning. Remember if you need anything you need only call me."

"Thank you." Dean said nodding.

Crowley stepped towards her and pressed his lips to her cheek gently. Then with a snap he was gone.

Dean stood in the room alone for a few moments then she turned to the door. She really hoped there was a shower, one with an awesome shower head.

Dean used the open door jamb to balance while she yanked off the heels tossing them to the floor behind her. She sighed with relief once she was out of them.

When Dean straightened up she flicked the lights on in the bathroom and paused. The bathroom was huge.

There was a glass wall the cut off the walk in shower from the rest of the room. The shower was big enough for four adults to stand in together and there were multiple shower heads. Then there was a large bathtub that she knew could fit two people comfortably. Along one wall was his and hers sinks with a towel shelf under the counter between the two.

There were two doors in the room. When she opened one it was the toilet so she closed it and moved on to the next one.

The second door was a walk in closet that had suits hung up on one side and then a few things slsn the other. The sparse side she figure must belong to her and she realized she'd need to go out to get some clothes. Dean decided she could manage to do that tomorrow.

Closing the closet Dean yanked off the dress and the rest of her clothes stepping into the shower.

The shower was absolute heaven. All of the shower heads came on and sprayed against her body, the warm water working out all of her aches. By the end of the shower she was relaxed and more than ready to fall into the comfy looking bed.

Dean dried off and then made her way into the bedroom. Yanking back the comforter she crawled into the bed and collapsed pulling the blanket over her.

"Thanks Crowley." She sighed snuggling into the middle of the bed.

Dean was asleep in seconds.

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Crowley ended up being held over later than he had thought with his business. A king's job was never done it would seem.

He hadn't really even tried to keep in touch with his new wife. He was sure that she needed the space to get used to the idea and he hoped the alone time would be enough to help her along. He wanted Dean to understand that he wasn't going to be lurking over her every minute.

She wasn't a prisoner he was keeping, she had her freedom.

When he strolled off of the elevator -he chose to use it to give her warning he was home - he paused in the door listening. He didn't really hear anything.

He knew she was still here since he could feel her presence through the ring. He knew she hadn't taken it off so he had expected to hear the Tv or maybe music playing.

"Dean?" He called out.

"I'm in the kitchen!" she yelled back "Take a seat."

Crowley chuckled, he could tell with her tone that it was more invitation than order. Like she was hesitant to even try ordering him around.

Crowley walked in going to his leather arm chair. He took a seat with a sigh of pleasure.

As a demon he couldn't really be physically tired like a human could after a long day. But Crowley found it mentally exhausting dealing with the same idiots day after day.

He had his head reclined on the back of the chair when Dean cleared her throat. He peeked his eyes open and smiled when he saw her standing in front of him with a glass of scotch in her hand.

Dean was wearing a pair of jeans that hugged her hips perfectly and a black band t - shirt. All of it hugged her perfectly curved body and made him smile. He enjoyed imagining all of the things he planned to do with her and to her.

"Would you like a drink?" She asked brow raising in question.

"I'd love one." He said holding his hand out.

When she put the drink in his hand he used his other to catch her's quickly. Crowley slowly and carefully pulled her towards him into his lap. Dean smiled and perched carefully in his lap though she seemed a little anxious.

"So how was your day?" She asked shifting a bit.

Crowley chuckled, she sounded nervous and almost like she was reciting a line.

"You don't have to phone in your questions love." He assured her. "If you don't want to ask about my day then don't, besides it's all rather dull anyway."

"Okay." Dean sighed sounding relieved. "Are you going to be here tonight?"

"I will." He said nodding.

"Great. It's really .... quiet here."

"Get lonely without me?"

"Just used to being around someone almost all the time." She said slowly.

"I'm sorry love. Maybe I should get you a pet for when I'm not here? Or you could join a book club?" He joked.

"We can talk about that later, I guess."

"You look like you're waiting for something dear. Why don't you just tell me about it?"

Dean blushed and her eyes darted away quickly. Crowley smiled as the blush crept down her neck making her even more attractive. He reached out running his finger along her throat and up to her chin gripping it. He tilted her head towards him and they locked eyes.

"How about this," He began "I put the collar on you and the two of us have a good time tonight?"

Dean blushed and she nodded her head slowly.

Crowley pulled the collar from his pocket and held it up for her to see. Dean's face went a little pale and she swallowed nervously.

"Color?" He asked teasingly.

Dean looked back at him as if she thought it was a challenge "Green."

"Good girl."

Crowley fixed the collar around her neck and then he released her.

"Kneel, on your knees at my feet, eyes down."

Dean slid from his lap and sat on the floor just as he had ordered. Crowley smiled as he looked down at her.

Dean Winchester the world's greatest hunter, kneeling at his feet for him. Crowley felt truly powerful looking down at her. She trusted him enough to allow the color and somehow that trust made this all the sweeter.

Now what to do with her?

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Dean was kneeled down on the floor her eyes averted from Crowley. She hadn't been sure what he would have planned but now she wasn't as worried about it.

She didn't know if it was the collar or if she really felt more at ease around him already.

Dean knew he was a demon and she'd have to watch her back to avoid a betrayal -

His hand caressed the side of her face as she heard him chuckle "You're thinking thinking hard. How about we get you focused on task, hmm?"

Dean felt a pull like she was supposed to answer him.

"Yes sir." She said softly.

"Good girl." He praised.

Dean felt a warmth spread through her at his words and she knew she was blushing.

Dean heard him shifting in the chair before he put his hand on her cheek again. He ran his fingers over her face gently before removing his hand altogether.

"Dean be a good girl for me and suck my cock, won't you?" He sighed.

He made it sound like a question but Dean knew it was an order. She didn't need the compulsion from the collar to tell her that.

Dean shifted to where she was actually looking more at him so she could work.

Crowley was leaned back in his chair his hand slowly working his cock as he watched her. She was careful not to make direct eye contact with him, in case that displeased him. Dean sat up more using her hands to balance on the edges of the chair as he removed his hand from his cock.

Dean paused eyes going wide at the sight of his cock. Dean wasn't some blushing virgin, she had been with more than a few guys in her time. She was never able to settle down as a hunter so she had had a few casual flings. None of them compared to Crowley.

He had to be at least ten inches long and two inches thick around. She hadn't been with anyone that large and she knew that she could give a good blow job. She also knew there was no way she was going to be able to take the whole thing.

Dean hesitated then glanced up at Crowley.

"Go ahead love." He said smiling.

Dean swallowed one more time nervously then she was leaning forward taking the head in her mouth. She took her time swirling her tongue around the head before she sank down a few inches onto his cock.

His cock as heavy and she moaned around him as she took him deeper. Dean loved the way he let out a breath sigh his hand coming to rest on the back of her head. He didn't push her any further on his cock but Dean took it as an invitation to take him deeper.

Dean started bobbing her head faster on his cock nearly choking herself before she became accustomed to it. What she couldn't get into her mouth and throat she wrapped her hand around matching the pace.

"There's a good girl.... fuck that's good." Crowley praised his hands running through her hair.

Dean kept her mouth and hand working on his cock for a few minutes before he gripped her hair. Crowley slowly pulled her off of his cock and pulled her head to where she was looking into his eyes.

"I want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours." He said slowly. "What's your color love?"

Dean smiled slightly "Green."

"Good girl."

Crowley put his hands on the back of her head and guided her back to his cock.

"Deep breath then."

Dean took a breath just before he shoved her back down on his cock. This time he was roughing and rutted up into her mouth shoving his cock down her throat.

Dean choked at first but she quickly recovered, his cock sinking down her throat. She sucked and ran her tongue over his cock as he pumped into her. He groaned as she took the cock. Dean moved her mouth as his cock to meet every thrust sinking him deeper than she had before.

Crowley pulled her off of his cock again and Dean panted for air. Crowley's hand caressed her face gently and he smiled at her.

"You're doing very well love. Now I want you to do one more thing before I properly consummate our marriage." He said nodding. "You're going to take my cock all the way to the base in that pretty mouth. Color?"

Dean swallowed nervously then she softly whispered "Green."

Dean relaxed in his grip and Crowley sank his cock back into her mouth. He held still for a moment and then he was roughly shoving his cock down her throat. It took a few thrusts before he had his cock down to the base in her throat. When he was fully in her throat he held for a moment till her eyes watered.

She let out a moan when he pulled back to start thrusting. He kept up a steady rhythm as he pumped into her mouth.

Dean just let herself hang slack for this as he fucked her throat. She could feel the way he sank into her throat each time and she knew she would be hoarse in the morning.

She wasn't sure how long she had been taking his cock but her lungs started to burn. She felt tears slipping out from under her closed eye lids.

Crowley shoved his cock to the base once more.

"Open your eyes and look at me." He ordered voice ragged.

Dean opened her eyes and cut them up ward to stare at him. He flashed his red eyes at her and smirked at her. He cupped her face briefly then he pulled his hand away releasing the back of her head.

"So fucking beautiful. My cock in your mouth." He said smiling. "Such a good girl for me. Good little wife."

Crowley stared at her for a few seconds before he slid his cock out of her mouth. Dean coughed and sputtered now that she had air to breath. She averted her eyes quickly so he wouldn't become angry and she started trying to recover.

"Alright love stand." He ordered.

Dean got to her feet and kept her eyes averted from Crowley. She felt his hand slide gently up her throat to cup her face. He tilted her head back and then his mouth was on her's tongue swirling around her mouth.

Dean remained willing and relaxed under his touch as his hands slid down her body. He unhooked her jeans and slowly drug them down her hips his fingers hooking into the waist band of her underwear.

Crowley broke the kiss long enough to undress Dean quickly, leaving only the collar on her. He smiled pleased with the way she looked and he stopped in front of her again.

"Lean over at the waist with your hands braced on the chair." Crowley ordered.

Dean leaned over like he asked and she braced her hands on the arms of the chair. She felt his hands run down her back slowly till he came to her hips massaging them slowly. Then he took his hand off of her hip running it between her legs.

He ran his fingers over her lips and she gasped as he pressed a finger inside of her. She knew that sucking his cock had gotten her wet and she moaned when he sank his fingers into her.

"You're nice and tight, love." He purred "I'm going to enjoy stretching you around me."

Dean couldn't help moving her hips towards him and she heard him chuckle as he pulled his hands away. There was a sharp slap to her ass and she felt her body tense a bit.

"Be patient." He ordered.

Dean could hear him moving around behind her and she wanted to look for him. She resisted the urge to turn back and look so that she could see what he was doing. She knew he wouldn't want her to do that or he would have given the order.

Instead she remained where she was leaning against the chair until his hands rested on her hips again. He gave her a gentle squeeze and then he leaned forward pressing kisses along her spine.

"You are beautiful like this darling." He sighed "Are you having a good time so far? I want a real answer this time."

"Yes sir." Dean answered quickly.

She surprised herself with the fact that was an honest answer. She really was enjoying the way Crowley was handling her. It felt ... freeing not being the one in charge. Not having to make all the decisions for once, she was more than willing to be at his mercy.

"Good. I want you to enjoy this as much as I do love." He said gently running his hand over her. "You like me being in control don't you?"

"Yes ... yes sir." She whispered.

"I'll take care of you Dean. All I will ever ask for is loyalty from you." He said softly. "You can speak freely."

"You have it." Dean said swallowing to wet her throat. "My loyalty... it's yours."

Crowley moaned into her skin as if that had been one of the dirtiest things anyone had ever said to him. He pressed the kisses to her skin again before he was straightening up, one hand one her hips again.

"You will always be taken care of and protected here." He sighed as she felt the head of his cock at her entrance.

Dean bit her lip and shuddered at the touch. At his words. She closed her eyes tightly and lowered her head. Dean pressed back towards him and this time he didn't stop her from sinking back against him.

Dean moaned as she felt a few inches of his cock sink into her and she felt his hand tighten on her hip. She whimpered as he stopped the movement and held her in one spot.

"I'm going to spend the rest to eternity taking care of you. Loving you. Treasuring you." He spoke slowly and sank his cock deeper into her as he did.

As he spoke Dean whimpered and his hand moved slow comforting circles on her. Dean wasn't sure why she felt like curling in on herself when she heard him speaking. Like the things he said shouldn't be said to her.

Dean bit her lip harder and she lowered her head again.

Crowley pressed his cock fully into her, making her feel fuller than she had ever felt. She felt every inch of his cock inside her and as she got used to it she shifted her hips.

Crowley laid his chest across her back his mouth pressing to her ear.

"You deserve to be taken care of Dean, to be loved. You are worthy of it." He whispered. "Are you going to let me show you?"

"Please." Dean said voice cracking.

"Good girl." He praised.

Crowley pulled away from her back and she felt his cock sliding out of her. Then he sank back into her and she let out a needy whine. After a few slow and steady thrusts where she could feel her body easily accepting him Dean felt him shifting his body.

Crowley began snapping his hips forward harder his hands tightening on her. He slammed his cock into her as deeply as he could and she let out loud cries of pleasure as he buried himself deep into her. Ever thrust drove him deep into her body making her shudder.

Her arms were getting weak as she tried to hold herself up. She lost her grip when he shoved deep into her again his cock making her weak on the knees. Dean started to fall forward but Crowley's hands on her hips steadied her, pulling her back till she was standing.

Dean felt her back pressed against his chest and she wanted to touch him. She didn't have permission to do so, which meant she couldn't touch him.

Crowley's arms were wrapped around her and holding her to his body. He turned their joined bodies around and he fell back into the chair sitting down. He pulled Dean down onto him his cock sinking back into her.

"Fuck yourself for me Dean. Make me cum, love." Crowley crooned.

Dean started rocking her hips back against him bracing herself as best she could on the chair. She rocked her hips and then bounced her hips on him. She gasped as every time she did he was driven right into her cervix. It hurt but after the first few times Dean decided she like that pain.

"Come on love you can do better than that." He moaned sounding breathless. "I want to see you cum Dean."

Dean dropped her head back as she lifted herself off of his cock then let herself drop back down. The motion was rough and it drove him into her cervix again making her scream as she clenched around him. Dean's orgasm hit her full force and she felt her body go limp against him.

Dean was barely aware as he gripped her body and started thrusting into her.

One of Crowley's hands gripped her chin jerking it up so he could press a hungry kiss to her lips. The kiss lasted until he slammed his cock inside her once more.

Dean felt him jerk inside her as he let out his own groan of pleasure. She could feel his cock filling her with his cum.

Had this been anyone else she would have freaked out at him finishing inside her. With it being Crowley - after everything he'd promised - she felt satisfied.

Dean sank back against him and she felt his hand at her throat. With a few quick motions he removed the collar from her throat setting it aside.

Crowley pressed a kiss to her forehead "There's a good girl."

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That night Crowley carried Dean to bed and despite his insistence the day before about not sleeping, he stayed. He crawled into bed behind Dean and wrapped his arms around her, holding her back to his chest.

She was starting to doze off when she felt his lips run gently over her shoulder. She turned her head slowly, fighting down a yawn, to look at him.

"Why me?" She asked softly. "Before you made it seem like business but tonight it was like...."

Dean drifted off at a loss for words.

Crowley chuckled and then nuzzled her throat.

"I'm very ... attached to you Dean." He said gently. "It doesn't have to be mutual but perhaps this is more than just business to me."

Dean was thoughtful for a moment as she laid in his arms. She turned her head towards him and nodded slowly.

"So you meant all those things you said before?" She asked.

Crowley smiled "When I said I would take care of you, treasure you, and love you? Yes Dean, I am demon of my word after all. I pride myself on that."

Dean shivered and she couldn't put a name to the way she was feeling right now. It was something she had never experienced before, she relaxed in his arms. She felt protected and she felt ... loved.

Dean could have laughed at that. After all the years of hunting, the few relationships she'd had, and the people she thought might actually care about her... The one that really did was a demon, she believed him. Dean believed he actually was going to take care of her, love her.

Dean drifted off to sleep and she actually had a good nights sleep ahead of her.

That night, a few hundred miles away. A back road cross road.

Sam had just finished prepping the trap and straightened up to clean his hands. He had what he hoped was a way to get someone out of hell, if he could just figure out where they were for sure. He needed to know what part of hell Dean was being kept in.

Sam pulled out the paper and began reading the summoning ritual out loud. When he finished he waited for a cross road demon to appear. He turned in slow circles until he came face to face with the demon.

It was a young woman with long dark hair and blood red eyes. She was wearing a red dress and heels. She was standing in the trap with him, she didn't look very impressed.

"Sam Winchester, what an honor it is." She said smiling. "What is it with you Winchesters?"

"I want to know where Dean is being kept." Sam said, from inside his coat he pulled the colt.

The demon stiffened as she looked back up at him mouth setting into a frown.

"I can't just give you that information without something in return." She said slowly.

"How about your life? I think that's a fair trade." Sam said cocking the weapon.

She frowned for a moment then looked away with a sigh.

"I don't know where Dean Winchester is."

"Bullshit."

"Dean Winchester is gone."

"What does that mean? Where is she?"

"Not hell, not heaven."

"She's alive?"

The demon nodded slowly.

"How?"

"Her contract was bought out from Alastair. She was freed by the contract holder."

"Who owns her contract?"

"If I tell you he'll kill me."

"I'll kill you if you don't." Sam threatened.

"Then sounds like I'm dead either way."

The demon smiled at him then "Either let me go or let's get this over with."

Sam glared at her and with a final breath pulled the trigger.

A few days later Sam walked up onto the porch steps of Bobby Singer's house. They hadn't seen each other since the night that Dean had died, they'd kept in touch. But it had been tense since the old man didn't think Dean could be saved.

Bobby hadn't given up but he had been realistic about the matter. He wanted Dean back as much as the next person but it wasn't going to be easy. There was always a price when dealing with demons.

Sam didn't care what the price was, he wanted to save Dean. She had made the deal to save his life. He had to do this and everyone else didn't have to help him.

Sam knocked on the door and waited. He knew he should have called ahead but there was a chance Bobby wouldn't see him that way.

When the door opened and Bobby saw him he smiled. Before Sam could get a greeting out he was pulled into a tight rib crushing hug.

"Sam! It's good to see you boy. How have you been?" He asked pulling him into the house.

"Busy." Sam admitted. "I just came back from Dean's grave Bobby."

"Oh.... you okay son?"

"Bobby the grave was empty." Sam said watching the man. "I've questioned I don't know how many demons now. They all say the same thing."

"Dean's turned?" Bobby asked his voice grim.

"No." Sam said shaking his head. "That someone bought Dean's contract and brought her back. Bobby, Dean's alive."

"According to demons."

"According to evidence Bobby!"

Bobby sighed scratching at his beard "Then why hasn't she come home?"

Sam hesitated and decided to give it his best guess.

"Two possible reasons. Dean doesn't remember who she is, some of the spells say that could be a side effect of resurrection."

"Alright, sounds reasonable." Bobby said sounding unconvinced. "What's the other one?"

"Whoever bought her contract is keeping her prisoner somewhere."

"Neither option sounds good but.... I'll put the word out to the others. They'll watch for her." Bobby said nodding. "It might take time but ..... we'll find her."

"I've been trying to figure out where she could have gone. I've checked everywhere within walking distance no one seen her. So I think someone must have picked her up if she wasn't taken."

Bobby nodded his head "How'd the grave look?"

"Like an empty hole in the ground."

"Forget for a minute that we're looking for Dean, pretend it's just another case. What did the grave look like Sam?"

Sam thought back to how he had found the grave. The wood torn away, dirt scattered around the grass, and no obvious signs of struggle. None obvious anyway.

The dirt had been scattered on the outside of the box which meant someone on the outside had dug it up. The wood had been ripped away from the outside.

Dean hadn't gotten herself out of the grave someone else had.

"Someone else was there." Sam said frowning. "Dean didn't get herself out."

"Good so we've ruled out Dean wandering around lost somewhere."

"Yeah but Bobby someone took her!"

"Dean was in a shallow grave, if she woke up someone could have heard her screaming for help." Bobby said firmly. "We don't panic until we have a reason."

Sam watched as Bobby moved around his house getting things together. He finally stopped back around at the front door pulling on his coat.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked.

"I'll make calls on the way." Bobby said quickly. "We are going to check hospitals for Dean, see if anyone carried her in after finding her in a hole."

Sam felt his face getting hot in embarrassment, had this been any other case he would have done that. He had been so caught up in finding Dean and worrying about her he had forgot the basics of hunting.

Sam shook himself, he needed to stop worrying about her. He needed to treat this like he would any other case. He had to distance himself from this emotionally, no matter how hard it would be.

It was the only way they were going to find Dean. He just hoped they found her alive.

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Crowley tried to get to the penthouse a lot more often from that first night together. He showed her as much as he could that she was loved and cherished.

He was surprised by how much she smiled at him and that she was actually relaxed. Dean really did trust him. It made him feel good, made him feel things he hadn't in a long time. Crowley was starting to feel like missing pieces were falling into place.

After a few days he noticed that she was wearing mostly the same clothes over and over. She mixed and matched the clothes on different days.

After a few days he decided to really go through her closet. He realized she didn't have clothes other than the few he'd provided to get her started. She hadn't used the card he had given her to buy a whole lot for herself.

He waited till the morning he had stayed with her instead of going into the 'office'.

"Dean, love." He began sliding up behind her against the counter. "We're going out today."

"Where are we going?" She asked leaning back into him. "You got business to handle?"

"Mmm. We have business to handle, like getting you some new clothes." He said softly. "Answer me honestly love, is there anything else you need?"

Dean hummed and she tilted her head back onto his shoulder. She pressed her lips to his neck and he smiled, she had started showing affection towards him sooner than he'd thought she would.

"I was wondering... how would you feel if I brought in a few weapons?" She asked softly.

"Like what you hunted with?" He asked his hands dropping to her hips.

"Yeah. Nothing over the top or ridiculous just something to feel a little more secure."

"You don't trust I have you protected here love?" He asked running his mouth down to her throat.

"I trust you, old habits just die hard."

"I think we can manage that darling. You tell me what you want and I'll make it happen."

"Oh yeah? Anything?"

"Anything." He purred dragging his mouth up to her ear. "Your wish is my command, my queen."

Dean shivered at his words and his grip tightened on her hips. He pulled her closer to his body and he ground his hips into her ass making her whine. Crowley smiled as she pushed back against him in answer to his own thrust.

"Give me a command my queen." Crowley purred.

"Crowley." Dean moaned as he rocked his hips into her. "Crowley, I want .... I need you."

"What do you need?" He asked, nuzzling against her throat. "Tell me."

Dean's eyes dropped closed and he could see her lips parted. She hadn't made a request but he had a deep desire to touch her. Crowley slid one hand over her body and slid his hand into her waist band. He slipped his hand down towards her pussy.

He let his fingers graze gently over her clit and Dean's hips jerked forward pressing into his touch. Crowley chuckled and he began moving his fingers in slow circles over her clit. Dean's body started trembling against him and he smiled when a low moan escaped her lips.

Crowley dipped his hand lower and pressed into her entrance. He was pleased to find she was already slick for him. She was so responsive to his touch if he didn't know better he'd say she was made for him.

But he knew that God would never let such a treasure be his on purpose. No Dean was his through their own design, the deals the two had made lead them to this point. He was certain God had no part in it.

Crowley pressed his finger deeper inside then added a second finger. He worked his fingers into her quickly running them over spots he knew would make her come undone.

"Give it to me Dean. Cum for me." He purred in her ear. "We have a busy day ahead love. Cum for me."

Dean gasped her hips rocking back pushing his fingers deeper. He found her g spot and pressed his finger into it roughly. Dean went rigid in his grasp and she let out a loud cry as her felt her pussy clench on his fingers.

Crowley braced himself as she collapsed backwards into his arms, her body going limp.

Crowley pressed a tender kiss to the side of her head "Beautiful."

Dean smiled weakly at him "Do you need - ?"

"Maybe when we return, for now we have a lot to do." Crowley assured her. "Let's get going."

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Dean went along with Crowley's insistence that they go shopping for her a new wardrobe. She had clothes filling the trunk of the car that the two of them had picked out. There were a few outfits for any occasion in the car.

Crowley had a store he needed to stop in but he insisted she continue on to the next. He promised he would bring the car around to the next store.

So Dean made her way to the only store they had passed with a gun counter. Crowley had promised she could get something and she had no doubt he'd find her.

Dean hadn't quite made it to the store when a man bumped into her on the street. Dean stumbled away from him and the man turned to face her already forming an apology then he paused.

"Dean?" He asked eyes wide. "Dean Winchester?"

Dean hadn't seen Lee Webb in literal years. He had started hunting with her family when Sam had gone off to college. She hadn't seen him since they had hunted a cult together, last she had heard he had given up hunting.

"Hey Lee." She greeted giving a nervous smile.

"Damn girl you grew up." He said laughing. "I haven't seen you in a hot minute. You here with John on a hunt?"

"Oh, Lee.... My da - ....John's dead." She said softly.

Lee's face fell as he cringed and looked away briefly."Damn. I'm sorry to hear that, he was a good man."

"He was a good hunter." Dean said not really agreeing with him.

Lee seemed to pick up on that and turned to look at her.

"So what are you doing here? You on a hunt?" He asked.

"No, I'm not." Dean said carefully. "Getting some other stuff taken care of."

Lee nodded "You gonna be in town long?"

"Probably not. I'm just... Look I'm supposed to be meeting with someone Lee. It was good to see you but I really need to get going." Dean said quickly. "Take care of yourself okay Lee?"

"You too Dean. Take care." He said giving her a confused look as she slid by him.

Dean started walking away she kept her pace measured so he wouldn't think she was running away from him. But she wanted too, Dean wanted to run as far as she could to get away. Dean knew Lee and he knew others in the hunter community, which meant he could let it slip that he'd seen her.

Which meant other hunters could find her. Sam could - would - find her if he started trying too. He wouldn't give up till he did and then it meant that he would try to 'rescue' her from Crowley.

Dean missed Sam she wouldn't lie about that and say she didn't. He was her little brother and she would always want to take care of him.

But Dean felt right at home with Crowley. She wanted to stay with him, she finally felt like there was a future for her.

Sam would only see that she was with a demon and that one day she would die. She would return to Hell and then she would become a demon. She would become what they had always hunted. Sam wouldn't be able to get past that and Dean knew that for sure. Because if the situation was reversed she'd be the same way.

Dean felt sick as she walked into the store.

"There you are -" Crowley began "You Alright love? You're pale."

"I uh, I ran into a hunter outside." Dean said quietly. "We knew each other and I'm worried he might talk to other hunters."

"Maybe I should pay him a visit then?"

"I think that would be worse." Dean said quickly.

Crowley smiled slightly "Afraid I'd decide to kill him?"

"I don't know, would you?" She asked.

"How attached to him are you?"

"We used to work together."

"I might have let him live." Crowley said thoughtfully. "But we'll just have to hope he keeps quiet for now then."

Dean watched as Crowley moved off through the store with her following along. It seemed settled. Part of her - the hunter part - was suspicious with how easily he let it go. Then again she didn't really feel like fighting him on it if he did find Lee.

She hoped that she never saw Lee again. She wasn't sure for whose sake she was hoping.

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Sam was about ready to give up with looking for leads. They had been to all of the hospitals in the area of Dean's grave. The two of them had also been to the morgues, local police stations, and homeless shelter just to cover their bases.

They hadn't found the first lead to what had happened to Dean. Which made Sam even more confident in his theory that Dean hadn't got out on her own. Someone had taken her, if she had made it out on her own then she would have left some kind of trail.

Sam was frustrated, he had hoped being a hunter he would have been able to think like her. Been able to find her by now.

"Alright so we've ruled out her getting out of there on her own. It don't mean she was kidnapped." Bobby said sitting across from him with a cup of coffee.

Sam looked up from his own cup of coffee and ran his hand over his face.

"Who would have picked her up Bobby? No one knew where she was except us..."

"Ellen and Jo know where we buried her." Bobby said. "Have you talked to them?"

"No I didn't want to give everyone false hope."

"False hope?"

"If someone took Dean then they had a reason and they knew how to find her body. I don't think we're going to get her back in one piece Bobby."

"We're going to find her." Bobby sighed "Just gotta have a little faith."

Sam took a sip fron the coffee mug and he set the cup aside at the burnt taste. He was living on coffee and fast food lately, he felt like he was really starting to take after Dean. He needed to get back on his diet and actually get a good night sleep.

Sam was staring out the window when Bobby's phone started to ring. Sam didn't pay any attention to it at first, no that had called had been able to help them very much.

"Where?" Bobby asked yanking out a notebook. "It's a positive ID?.... Can you follow her give us an idea where - ..... who?.... thanks we'll be on our way."

Bobby hung up his phone and was putting money onto the table to pay for the coffee. He slid out of the booth.

"That was Lee Webb he's seen Dean."

"How sure is he?"

"He spoke to her for a few minutes and she seemed agitated he said. In a hurry." Bobby said quickly. "He followed her and said she left with a guy in all black in a car with some body guards."

Sam frowned, "Are we thinking demons?"

Bobby shrugged his shoulders and sighed "I don't know."

"We need to get going."

"We need to find Lee Webb and question him about what he saw."

"Where?"

"Some west coast town."

"That doesn't sound like the Dean I know." Sam muttered.

"Come on we need to get on the road then."

It was a few days later when they were able to finally locate Lee Webb. For whatever they weren't able to locate the man when they got into town. Which had lead them to searching for a few days for him.

At first Sam was worried that someone had gotten to the man before they had arrived in the city. When they had finally tracked him down he was sitting in a bar half drunk.

Sam had to let Bobby question the man, he was furious. The time they had wasted hunting for him could have been time spent looking for Dean.

When Bobby was done questioning the man he and Sam stepped back outside. They waited till they were sat in the Impala together before discussing it.

"There's no question. He saw Dean." Bobby confirmed "He doesn't know who the man with her was but he says the bodyguards referred to him as Crowley."

"That's something." Sam sighed. "He doesn't know where they went?"

"No said he wasn't aware that Dean was a missing person at the time so he let it go."

"Damn it!" Sam yelled slamming his hands down on the wheel. "She could be anywhere Bobby and who knows what this Crowley guy's plan is."

"We're just going to keep looking. He gave me the name of the shop they came out of let's start there."

"Alright, give me the address."

The shop that Bobby gave him the address to turned out to be a gun store. When they got there the two exchanged a look, if Dean was a prisoner then it was doubtful that he captor would let her buy a gun. Regardless they both decided to check into the only real lead they had right now.

When they stepped up to the gun counter the first thing they did was flash their fake FBI badges. The man behind the counter was willing to cooperate when he saw the badges.

"What can I help you gentlemen with?" He asked frowning.

"Has this woman been in here?" Sam asked showing him Dean's picture.

"Oh yeah I remember her." He said smiling. "Tried asking her to dinner but then her husband came over."

"Her husband?" Sam asked shooting Bobby a look.

"Yeah short guy, dark hair, beard, suit and he even had an accent. Kind of gave off an asshole vibe honestly." the guy said shrugging. "Older guy too seemed like he could be her father."

"Alright. Did he give a name when he was in here?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah. Crowley. Fergus Crowley."

"Fergus Crowley?" Sam asked jotting it down in his notebook.

"Yeah he was a weird one."

"Did they purchase anything?" Bobby asked.

"The man did."

"One of your guns?"

"Yeah. His background check was clean so I didn't have a reason not to sell to him."

"With a background check people let you copy information from their license. You got his home address?" Sam asked eyeing the man.

"I can't just give that out. I'm gonna need to see a warrant or something."

"Listen we are here working a kidnapping, every second counts. We need to find the woman that was with him."

"He kidnapped her?"

"Yes sir. Can you help us?"

"I could get fired...."

"No one will hear it from us if you help us out." Sam offered.

"Can I be compensated? I mean this is a big risk I'd be taking."

"Yeah call this number and they'll help you out." Bobby snapped handing over a card. "Can you help us out or not?"

"I'll check my records."

Sam and Bobby waited for the man to bring back the address. They waited together for a few minutes and finally the guy came out with a piece of paper. He handed it to them.

"I copied that from Fergus Crowley's files." He said handing them the paper. "Anything else I can help you with?"

"No that should be all." Sam said looking at address. "Thanks for your help."

The man waited for the two 'agents' to leave and drive off before he picked up the phone. He dialed the number he had memorized a few days ago and waited.

"Yes?" the accented voice answered.

"There were two men here just like you said, asking about Mrs.Crowley."

"You gave them the address I told you too?"

"Yes sir just like you asked." He said his eyes flashing black. "Anything else I can do for you and your wife, my King?"

"I'll let you know. Thank you for your loyalty."

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Crowley handed the gun off to Dean when they got into the penthouse. She lit up pleased when she took it into her hands. He knew that the she would most likely spend her time cleaning and getting familiar with the new weapon.

So while she disappeared up to the bedroom he took his time preparing his scotch. Once he had the scotch poured he sat down in his leather armchair with a book he'd been meaning to start.

He was a few pages into the book when he heard the door open. He didn't look up from his book as he heard Dean coming down the steps. He was turning another page when he noticed her standing in front of his chair.

Crowley looked up at Dean his brow raised at her curiously.

"What can I do for you love?" He asked smiling.

Dean hesitated for a moment "Can I sit with you for a bit?"

"Of course." Crowley said smiling.

Dean surprised him by not climbing into his lap and instead she sank to the floor. Dean settled herself between his legs with her back to him, her head laying on one of his thighs.

Crowley smiled as he laid his hand on the back of her head massaging her scalp slowly.

"You alright?" He asked.

"Yeah." She said quickly clearing her throat. "I like this."

"You do look nice at my feet." He agreed.

Dean snorted but she shifted to where she was pressed against him even more. She seemed content to lay with her head against his leg so Crowley lifted the book back up.

He let his hand rest on her head while he read the book. Whenever he had to flip the pages he'd take his hand off of where it rested against her head and when he was done he'd return it. She seemed to grow more relaxed the longer they sat like that together.

"I figured you'd be playing with your new toy." He said after a few minutes.

"Did you want some alone time?" She asked softly.

"No this is fine. Just didn't take you for the cuddly type." He offered.

Dean was quiet for a moment then she sighed "Yeah, no one does."

"People love to assume who we really are don't they?"

Dean gave a single laugh as she nuzzled her face into his legs. Crowley smiled and ran his fingers through her hair, he smiled pleased when she heard her let out a sigh.

With Dean so close he found it hard to focus on his book. Focusing on Dean was so much more entertaining for him, especially with this latest surprise. He had been told about Dean before she had been to hell and everything the other demons had said lead him to believe two things.

One, Dean was a more than capable hunter that was driven by her hatred of all monsters. Therefore she'd never succumb to the demons temptations in hell, she hated them too much for that.

Yet here she sat at his feet more than happy to let him touch her.

Two, like the demons Dean Winchester was believed to be human in the loosest sense of the word. She had to eat and sleep eventually but that was as far as it went. She had been trained to be a soldier - a killer - by her father and that was all she could ever be.

Crowley was happy to see that she wasn't what everyone claimed. There was no way their relationship would have worked had she been.

"I'm touched you let me see the real you." He said finally setting his book aside.

"You're my husband." She sighed as if it was the only answer that mattered.

"Well we both know that you could have behaved very differently through this whole thing."

"That would have been unnecessarily difficult for the both of us." Dean said yawning. "You've been straight with me and I figure I can be the same with you."

"Getting tired love?"

"I could fall asleep right here."

"Let me take you to bed." He said setting the book aside.

"I don't want to interrupt..."

"I'd much rather have you in my arms right now anyway."

"Well then by all means."

Dean slid away from Crowley and he stood up holding his hand out to her. Dean took his hand and he pulled her to her feet. Crowley lead the way up to their bedroom his fingers laced with hers the whole way up.

Once they were in the room Crowley turned to Dean his hands running over her body. Slowly he began to undress her and he noticed the way she stared at him surprised by the touch. Once he had her stripped down her turned her to the bed giving her a gentle push.

"Lay down, love. I'll be right with you."

Dean sank beneath the blankets and scooted over to the center of the bed. She watched him as he undressed laying his clothes to the side. When he was done he slid into the bed with her.

Crowley pulled Dean towards him until her back was pressed to his chest. Once they were settled he snapped his fingers, the lights going out.

"Neat trick." Dean yawned.

"It comes in handy. Get some rest Dean." He sighed pressing a tender kiss to the back of her neck. "I have bug plans for you in the morning."

Dean hummed in answer and he could already tell she was gone. Soon there was light snoring coming from his wife. Crowley laid his head down pleased, she slept so soundly for someone that had been through so much.

He couldn't wait for the next morning.

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When Dean woke up she was pleased to find that she wasn't in the bed alone. Crowley might not have to sleep but he had stayed with her the whole night, arms wrapped around her.

Dean had her head resting on his chest listening to his steady breathing, her eyes still closed. She had slept with her head on his chest and one arm wrapped around him. One of his arms was tucked under her pulling her against his side, hand resting on her back.

She was constantly surprised by his tenderness towards her. She enjoyed all of the attention attention affection he showered her with. It was nice having someone that wanted to treat her so well. She was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

He was a demon after all, there had to be a darker side to him waiting to reveal itself. He was the King of Hell which meant that he was big and bad enough to keep the others in submission to him. He had to have some kind of a dark side waiting to catch her off guard.

Despite all of that, Dean found herself growing attached to the man. She wouldn't call it love right now but if things kept going the way they were then maybe it could turn into something.

She couldn't deny that she liked him.

"What are you thinking about so hard, love?" He asked gently.

Dean opened her eyes and looked up at him. Crowley had a warm half smile on his face as he stared down at her. His eyes flicked over her and he slid his hand out from underneath his head to run his fingers over her cheek.

"Kind of waiting for the other shoe to drop." Dean admitted softly.

"You hunters are a paranoid lot." Crowley chuckled. "Don't worry, so long as you remain loyal to me nothing has to change for us."

"I promised I'd be yours forever didn't I?" She asked smiling. "I meant that."

"Some would say being mine and being loyal are two different things."

"Not to me. Those are one and the same."

"That's my girl." He sighed.

"You said you had plans for me today?" She asked brow raising at him.

"Mmm. I have to return to Hell tomorrow, place don't run itself you know. I thought we'd have a good time together before then." He said smiling.

Dean could see the question in his eyes as he stared at her and she rolled her eyes "Green."

Crowley gave her a hungry look as he pulled his hand away from her going to the side table. When his hand returned it was holding the black collar.

Dean lifted her head and sat up for him to slide the collar around her throat. Once the lock slid into place on the collar Dean felt herself relax. She was free of having to make any decisions other than to obey the orders given to her by Crowley. Like the last time she wore the collar she was happy with not having to make the decisions.

Crowley sat up in the bed cupping her face tilting her head till she met his eyes.

"I am going to spend all day fucking you." He said softly. "You will remain in the collar and will follow my orders until I so release you, understand?"

Dean nodded her head slightly.

He frowned at her "I said do you understand?"

"Yes sir." She responded quickly.

"Good girl." He nodded laying back on the bed. "Why don't you put that pretty mouth to work?"

Dean turned pushing the blankets back down the bed looking down at his fully erect cock. She shifted in the bed leaning down over his hips her tongue running over the head of his cock. She felt his cock twitch at the touch and she could already taste the salty precum.

With a sigh Dean laid her body against his sinking her mouth down onto his cock. She took half of his cock in her mouth quickly bobbing her head. She ran her tongue slowly over every inch that she could reach.

At first Dean used her hand to pump along with her mouth on the other half of his cock. Dean bobbed her mouth on his cock quickly slicking the length with her saliva.

Crowley groaned his hands running slowly over her body then one hand dipped down to her head.

Dean didn't need him to give an order. As soon as she felt Crowley's hand on the back of her head she took a deep breath sinking more of his impressive length down her throat.

He let out another groan bucking his hips up pushing more into her mouth.

"Mmm. That's a good girl." He said his voice breathless.

Dean relaxed and let her jaw go slack as Crowley began to thrust into her mouth. The harder he thrusted the deeper he sank his cock in her throat. Dean caught a breath everytime he pulled out while he was thrusting. Whenever he pulled half way out she started sucking and licking his cock enthusiastically making his breathing go ragged.

Dean's eyes watered when his hand knotted in her hair dragging her mouth back off his cock.

"I'm going to fuck your throat and you're going to swallow my cum. Color?" He practically growled out.

Dean swallowed clearing her throat.

"Green." She hissed her voice already hoarse from the throat fucking.

"Bloody hell." He groaned. "Deep breath."

Dean had just finished getting a breath when he shoved his cock back down her throat. She closed her eyes moaning as he sank every inch of his cock down her throat.

He began to fuck into her mouth her face pressing against his balls with every thrust. His hips slammed forward and she felt his hand shoving her back down on his cock with each thrust.

Dean's eyes watered and her lungs were starting to burn for air. Dean could feel her head starting to swim as he kept thrusting and her vision started to go black around the edges.

Had she not had a throat full of cock she would have been moaning uncontrollably. As I was she could feel her pussy leaking from how good it all felt. Just as she was getting close to passing out from lack of air Crowley pulled her head back allowing her to catch her breath.

Once she had a breath, he slammed his hips up and shoved her head back down. Dean felt his cock twitch and she reflexively started trying to swallow. Crowley let out a long satisfied groan as he emptied himself down her throat.

He held her in place till for a few moments till the pulsing from his orgasm had stopped. Then he slowly drug her back off his cock.

Dean coughed and gagged as she sucked in deep breaths of air. She was still catching her breath when she felt his fingers between her legs stroking over her soaked pussy causing her to moan.

"It wouldn't take much to make you cum right now would it Dean?" He hummed.

Dean swallowed her body starting to shake "No sir."

"Ride my cock."

Dean started to move but he didn't release her hair, instead he tightened his grip. She hissed at the pain as he tugged her hair but she closed her eyes savoring the sting.

"Don't you dare cum until I give you permission."

Dean whimpered "Yes sir."

"Good girl." He said releasing her hair.

Dean turned herself to where she was facing Crowley as she straddled him. Carefully she reached between her legs to line his cock up with her entrance.

Normally she would have taken such a long cock slowly but she was already dripping wet for him. Dean sank herself down onto his cock taking every inch quickly. She moaned her head tipping back as she felt him stretch her open for his cock.

"So fucking beautiful." He grunted gripping her hips. "You like that don't you Dean? Having my cock buried in your pussy?"

"Yes sir." Dean moaned grinding her hips down on his cock.

"Good because that's where you belong. Remember, you can't cum until I tell you too. That is an order."

Dean moaned and kept moving her hips against his, brushing his cock against her most delicate of spots. Dean lifted her hips off of his and started bouncing on his cock. Every bounce sent the head of his cock into her cervix shooting a sharp pain through her that made Dean moan.

She loved the way it felt. She could feel every thrust and the way she was grinding against him building up in her. She was so close she started to dig her nails into Crowley's chest where she had her hands planted to balance.

The feeling built up until her body was shaking as she rocked her hips against his. She felt her pussy clenching around his cock but she just wasn't getting that release she needed.

Dean moaned and ground her hips down trying to press his cock as deep as she could. Dean couldn't help the whine that came out of her when nothing seemed brought her over the edge.

"You want to cum?" Crowley grunted jerking his hips up into her.

Dean yelped as that sent a shock through her body but still didn't give her any release.

"Please." Dean whined.

"What was that? Didn't catch that." Crowley said smirking at her.

"Please. Please let me cum.... I - I need it." She whimpered.

Dean could feel tears spilling out from the corners of her eyes. She was getting desperate with how pent up she felt from the need.

Crowley sat up suddenly pulling her into a rough kiss as he flipped their bodies. Crowley used his body to pin her to the bed, her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Not yet." He whispered softly. "Soon."

Dean whimpered as he pulled his cock out till the head was barely at her entrance. Then he slammed back into her pussy with a groan, setting a rough bruising pace. Dean could feel every move he made as she was starting to grow sensitive to everything.

Crowley didn't seem to be lasting long as his hips stuttered against her. He thrust into her a few more times before he turned his lips to her ear.

"I'm about to cum inside you baby. Cum with me Dean." He said voice ragged.

Crowley thrust into her wildly his forehead resting against her shoulder. He finally slammed his cock into her balls deep with a roar of pleasure as he filled her pussy with a load of cum.

As soon as Crowley's cock twitched inside her shooting his first load, Dean arched her back screaming as an orgasm finally overtook her. As she came down from the feeling Dean collapsed against the bed going limp.

She laid there unmoving for a few minutes before she felt something warm and wet press to her pussy. She hissed pulling away as it ran over her sensitive folds.

"Hold still." Crowley ordered.

She wasn't sure when he'd left the bed.

Crowley wiped more gently at her folds cleaning her. He even ran the wet hand towel gently over her slick thighs.

Then he took a second dry towel and started drying her face of the tears. He even wiped the sweat off of her forehead.

"Color?"

"Yellow."

"It's alright. You can have a break for awhile." Crowley soothed. "But I have plans for later. For now just rest."

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Dean was in the kitchen working on making some sandwiches when Crowley slid in behind her. His hands rested on her hips and his nose ran slowly over the back of her neck. Dean tilted her head to the side and his lips started running over her skin, his hips rutting forward.

Dean felt his erect cock drag slowly over her ass.

"I take it you don't want a sandwich?" Dean asked smiling.

Crowley hummed into her skin his mouth running over her neck.

"I have something else in mind." Crowley purred his hand dipping to the skirt of her dress.

After they had spent the morning in bed Crowley had ordered Dean to go about her day as normal. He would approach her when he wanted more from her that day.

Throughout the day Crowley had approached her and had taken pleasure from fingering her. He didn't try too much else and instead he would get her off then send her back to what she was doing.

One of the things he had ordered when they got up was that Dean wear a dress with nothing under it.

Crowley ran his hands slowly up her bare legs hiking the skirt as he went. Dean smiled when she felt his hands come to rest on her hips and he pressed a kiss to the back of her neck.

Dean was amazed by his tenderness all over again as he massaged his fingers into her hips. She sighed pushing back against him and Crowley nuzzled her neck.

"How about we put lunch on hold for a bit, hmm?" He purred.

"Did you have something else you wanted?" Dean asked mock innocent.

"Oh yes I have a lot of things I want from you." He agreed. "What's your color love?"

Dean took a deep breath "Green."

"Perfect." He said gently.

Crowley put the palm of his hand on the center of her back and pushed till Dean was bent over the counter. She could hear him behind her working on his belt and then she felt him spreading her legs with his knee.

He pushed her skirt over her hips to where her ass was exposed. She gasped when one of his hands slapped down on her ass and then started kneading the flesh.

"You have a cute ass, love. It's very firm." He purred.

Dean yelped when he slapped her ass again.

Crowley let out a sigh of pleasure as Dean felt him slide his cock into her. He sank his cock slowly into her until he was fully within her and he was leaning over her body. Dean felt his teeth pull on her ear gently.

"You're so beautiful." He sighed nuzzling her ear again.

He pulled his body away from her and then he started to pull his cock from her body. She let out a low moan of pleasure as he drug his cock out inch by inch. When he had just the tip in he pressed forward sinking completely back inside her. He repeated the process over and over keeping his pace steady.

"You know you have such a cute ass, I wonder..." Crowley said his voice trailing off.

Dean heard his voice trail off and then gasped as she felt the tip of a finger press against her asshole. The finger trailed slowly around the hole then pressed slowly against it making her tense a bit.

"Relax." Crowley ordered.

Dean felt her body relax and she laid her forehead against the counter moaning when his thrusting cock found a sensitive spot.

"Has anyone ever played with your ass, Dean?" He asked.

Dean felt his hands spread her ass cheeks apart a bit more and she knew she was blushing.

"No." She whispered.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked curiously.

"I don't know." She admitted.

"Well I'm going to keep going and if you decide you don't like it then you can tell me to stop." Crowley said soothingly.

"Okay.... green." Dean whispered.

Crowley chuckled and his hips came to a halt. Dean heard a popping sound and she looked over her shoulder at him to see him spreading lube over his fingers. She met his eyes as he gave her a crooked but warm smile.

"You were carrying that the whole time?" She squeaked.

"A man must be prepared." He assured her.

Dean turned back to face the rest of the room over the counter. She swallowed nervously her body tensing again.

"Relax love." Crowley purred his finger touching her hole again.

His finger swirled slowly around the hole slinking the area and Dean jumped at the cool feeling. Crowley pressed his finger in slowly, pumping his finger steadily. She could feel him pressing at the edge of her asshole stretching it easily.

Dean let out a moan surprising herself as his finger sank down to the first knuckle. Crowley's hips started to move his cock sliding into her sinking balls deep into her pussy. She lifted her hips for him and moaned again as his cock hit that perfect spot.

"Crowley." Dean moaned.

"That's my girl." He praised. "My beautiful wife, look at you being so good for me. Letting me finger your tight little ass."

Dean let out a whine that wasn't from pain as his finger sank deeper into her ass. It hurt and it felt strange at first for there to be something stretching her like this. Past that pain though was the pleasurable feeling she had boiling deep inside her gut.

The pain was bringing out this needy whine from her and getting her to an orgasm faster. Crowley finally sank his finger all the way inside her ass rubbing against her walls.

Crowley's cock twitch inside her and she gasped as he squeezed her hip with his free hand.

"Such a good wife." Crowley groaned "Do you think you'd ever consider... letting me fuck that pretty little ass?"

Dean moaned and her hands tightened on the counter, her legs starting to shake. Crowley kept bucking his hips, his cock pressing deep inside her with every thrust while his finger worked her ass.

Dean let out a loud moan that bordered on a sob as she climaxed with him still working both her holes. Crowley kept going through her orgasm working her till she was a trembling mess on the counter as he finally finished.

Crowley stayed buried inside her, though he did ease his finger out of her ass. He leaned down over her pressing a gentle kiss to the spot just behind her ear. Dean smiled at him her body still feeling limp and useless at the moment.

"You did so good love." He crooned. "It's going to be quite the challenge going back to work in Hell tomorrow."

"Guess you'll just have to come home soon then won't you?" Dean mumbled.

"Oh believe me I will be back very soon."

"Good."

"Now how about those sandwiches hmm?"

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"I don't know Bobby this just doesn't feel right to me." Sam muttered as they pulled up to the house.

The place was dilapidated and didn't look like it had been lived in in years. He didn't know what he had been expecting for a house owned by a demon but this wasn't really it. A ghost maybe but not a demon.

"You got any better ideas?" Bobby asked glancing over at him.

"We go back and question the shop owner again." Sam sighed "Get some real answers this time because this feels like a wild goose chase to me."

"We can do that after we check this places out to be thorough." Bobby said frowning. "No in their right mind would live in a place like this which would make it the perfect cover to hide a kidnapped hunter."

"Or maybe that's what they want us to think."

"Or maybe you should shut up and get out of the damn car."

Bobby grumbled under his breath as he got himself out of the car and Sam chuckled. Sam had been on edge this whole time but Bobby kept him in check like only he could. He couldn't have done this without him.

Sam got out of the Impala and walked to the back where Bobby already had the trunk propped open. He hadn't changed anything out of the arsenal of weapons his family had collected over the years, except maybe adding to it.

His eyes ran over the various guns, knives, charms, stakes of wood, pieces of silver, and other things in the trunk. His eyes came to rest on Dean's demon killing knife and her old double barrel sawed off shotgun. Using them still made him feel wrong knowing they were hers.

He figured he had no choice with the knife so he picked it up and shoved it in his belt. He grabbed one of the other shotguns and started loading it with the salt rounds.

While he did that Bobby grabbed a few flasks of holy water putting them in his coat. Bobby had a bag with his own gear tucked into the trunk that he grabbed tossing over one shoulder. Then the older hunter grabbed the shotgun he turned towards the house.

"Well let's get this over with." Bobby muttered.

"Yeah let's go." Sam agreed closing the trunk.

The two made their way up the driveway guns held at the ready. Sam didn't expect that they would be stupid enough to attack them out in the open, if there were any demons around they'd wait till they were inside. He could feel his heart in his throat as they approached the door.

Bobby was the first one to the door and he looked back at Sam. They exchanged a nod then the older man opened the door and they quickly stepped through.

Nothing attacked them immediately and from what they could see the inside of the house looked like the outside. Not lived in. Everything was either broken down looking or had a white sheet tossed over it.

Sam stepped forward looking into the first room and frowned.

They checked through the house and every room was the same. Covered in dust, white sheet over the furniture, and no sign of life beside little vermin in the house.

Sam had been right it was a wild goose chase. Even when they searched for some kind of paper trail to lead back to Crowley there was nothing.

They started making new plans as the descended the stairs from the second floor.

"So we go back and question the clerk again?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. He may know something." Bobby said stepping towards the open front door.

As they got to the door headlights flashed over the front of the house making them pause. Two cars pulled up behind the Impala and stopped.

A bunch of doors opened and multiple people got out of both cars. Sam had the sinking feeling that they had walked into a trap.

Quickly Sam rushed forward slamming the house door and then he locked it. The door felt like it would shatter at the first kick but he had to try something.

"Back of the house come on." Bobby urged turning that way.

Sam followed him as they ran through the house. They got to a room where there was only the one door and a single window. It was so small Sam wasn't sure what it had been used for but that didn't matter right now.

Bobby pulled a bag of rock salt out of his bag and started spreading it over the window sill. When he finished that he did it to the door way, demons couldn't cross a line of salt.

The two faced the door together and they got ready for the attack.

They hoped it was just demons coming after them anything else they didn't know if they'd be prepared for.

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Crowley prided himself on how well he had done for Hell. He had changed it from the little pit of anarchy that it had been to well oiled machine that existed to punish those that deserved it. He had turned it into a business transaction of sorts and he was damn proud of that.

Crowley was sitting in his office looking over the figures for that quarter. The purchase of human souls was up from just what it had been three months ago. It seemed everyone and their mother were looking to sell their souls for what they wanted. Business was doing good.

Not many people flocked to the churches anymore to dispel their demons. Not that many people believed in demons anymore thankfully. It was easier to get by with only a small percent of people knowing who you were.

He was more than pleased with his people's efforts to collect souls. He'd have to show them how pleased he was.

Even the number of deaths of demons was down compared to the last few months. He had lost a few cross road demons here and there but not a lot.

Crowley frowned as he looked at those numbers which turned into a little chuckle. The numbers had turned in his favor after his wife had died.

With Dean no longer on the hunt demons life expectancy had gone way up. She had been a superb hunter, there had been a time when Dean Winchester's name had been uttered almost as if she were the most terrifying thing a demon could encounter.

Oh if only they knew. Their boogie man was going to be their master. She would rule Hell by his side.

Crowley set all of the papers to the side finally done with going over everything. He didn't have anything else planned for the moment which left him free to return to Dean.

Before he could stand from his chair the door to his office burst open. Alastair strode into the room an unreadable smirk on his face.

"I should have known it was you." Alastair said slowly.

"That what was me?" Crowley asked brow raised in question.

"Getting the Winchester girl released." Alastair sighed "I don't know what you've done with her but I intend to find out."

"Why would you do that?"

"Give her back."

"Why would I do something stupid like that?"

"Because if she doesn't come back well there are other Winchesters in the world." Alastair said his lips curling into a sickening smile.

Crowley didn't say anything just stared at the man for a moment before getting to his feet. He wasn't afraid of Alastair or his lackeys that the man might have. He was a torturer but he had very little power over another demon, especially one such as Crowley.

He just chuckled as he walked around the desk.

"You come into my office and you think that you can threaten me with... what?" Crowley asked. "You think I will give you Dean to save her brother?"

Crowley shook his head and snapped his fingers, the doors to his office slamming.

"Let's make one thing clear here and now shall we?" Crowley said turning to the other demon. "I don't care what happens to Sam Winchester, don't care if he dies, if he gets hurt. Nothing, the boy is nothing to me. So when you ask me for Dean to save Sam well you're already on the losing end."

"I know you don't care." Alastair sighed "But Dean does and you for whatever reason care about her don't you?"

Crowley frowned at him.

"Have Dean Winchester meet me at that little rat trap where we found Sam or he dies. I don't really care if you come or not." he grunted.

"And if I kill you right now?"

"Well then the boy dies. If I don't come back then their just going to kill him."

Crowley sighed and rolled his eyes. It figured that the Winchester had gotten himself into some kind of trouble, it never failed. Crowley snapped his fingers and the door swung open for Alastair to walk out of.

The demon moved slowly to the door and paused in the doorway. He gave Crowley that disturbing smile one more time.

"I'll be seeing you soon." He said then walked out.

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"What do you mean that Alastair has Sam?" Dean exclaimed standing up so quickly she knocked her chair over.

Crowley swallowed and looked down at the table. This could have gone better but he figured that she had every right to be angry. He put his hand on her hand that was resting on the table in an effort to calm her.

She was furious and it showed all over her face, it was a little frightening to behold.

"We'll get your brother back love but we have to be smart about this." He assured her softly. "We need a plan."

Dean took a calming breath and met his eyes "Alright. What do you suggest?"

"Well I have a few plans that might work but I think we need to discuss them." he said with a sigh.

"Alright what kind of plans?"

"Alastair wants you but I know he'd prefer you to go alone." Crowley said firmly. "There is one way that we can both go..."

"You're talking about possession?"

"Well - "

"I still have my anti possession tattoo and I don't know how I feel about people rattling around in my head."

"Not people love." Crowley said firmly. "Me. I would be the one possessing you, we've been more than intimate this won't be that difficult."

"I don't know." Dean said voice wavering.

"I wouldn't make you do anything you didn't want to and the only people getting hurt are Alastair's people."

"I got a lot of stuff that I don't - "

"I'm not going to be in your head to snoop around love. I'm going to let you have access to my powers and between the two of us we can bring him down."

Dean mulled it over in her head and gave a sigh.

Crowley smiled, he could tell by the way the anger drained out of her she agreed with him. There was no other way for the two to get to Alastair, he wouldn't expect Dean Winchester to allow herself to be possessed.

It would give them the edge they needed against the man.

The two of them would be in no real danger, he was sure of that. They wouldn't be able to retake her soul from him regardless, he owned her soul which meant that it could only be taken over his dead body.

"We should get ready we don't have long to be there." Crowley said running his hand up her arm.

Dean looked up at him "First things first then. Getting rid of this damned tattoo."

Crowley frowned slightly.

"Would just breaking the symbol work or does it have to be completely gone?"

"I'm not sure." he admitted "I've never really dealt with something like this before."

"Alright... I'll see what I can do." Dean sighed running her hand over her face.

Crowley frowned "Maybe just having your permission would work?"

Dean looked up at him and let out a breath "You have my permission."

Crowley pressed a kiss to her lips and then he leaned back away from her. He was willing to try it, he hoped it worked.

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Sam was tied to a chair looking up at the demons that circled the room watching them. He didn't know who had been behind the kidnapping but here they were.

Sam and Bobby were sitting in the larger room of the abandoned house they had been searching. They had yet to meet the one responsible for then being here. The demons that had captured them hadn't cared if they had gotten hurt but they resisted the urge to kill them.

So here they were waiting for whatever happened next.

There was the sound of footsteps and the demons straightened turning to the door. The door opened and a sickly thin man stoeed through the door.

He was tall, spindly, and had sharp features. He walked into the room his eyes almost reptilian as he studied them. His smile when he met their eyes sent chills down Sam's spine. He kneeled down till he was on eye level with Sam and he tilted his head staring at him.

"I see the family resemblance." He said smiling with no humor reaching his voice. "You and your sister both, it's the cheek bones I think."

Sam didn't say anything back to him.

"Don't feel like talkin? That's fine you don't have to talk to me, you can save it all for when Dean gets here." He said standing.

Sam's eyes widened and he shared a look with Bobby. The two of them weren't really sure if there was something that would happen. They both were sure that Dean wasn't coming, she had been captured. She was a prisoner, this Crowley guy wasn't gonna let her loose just so she could rescue her little brother.

The demons looked over at each other as if there was something that spread through the building.

"She's here." The reptilian man said smirking.

The other demons moved quickly to the man's side and they got ready for a fight. There was a scream from outside the room and then the double doors burst open.

Standing in the doorway was Dean with a bloody demon killing knife. She had a smear of blood across her forehead and when she walked into the room she smiled. Dean looked around the room her eyes taking in all of the demons in the room before resting of the skinny man.

"Hello Alastair, I was hoping I wouldn't see you again." Dean said firmly.

"Hello Dean." the reptilian man said smirking. "I've missed you baby doll."

Dean's eyes narrowed and her jaw clicked to the side, Sam could see anger under the surface. Her eyes slowly drug from Alastair to the two men tied to the chair.

"Have they hurt you two?" She asked frowning.

"We're fine Dean." Bobby said slowly.

She nodded her head and then her eyes drug back up to stare at Alastair. She straightened up and then she lifted both of her hands with the knife at the ready.

"We could just talk this out and then we could go home." Alastair said. "I'm sure you said your goodbyes to Crowley already?"

"Which one of you goes first?" She asked motioning with her fingers. "I ain't said goodbye to nobody and I'm not leaving with you."

Alastair gave a dry humorless laugh and he made a gesture with his hand.

The demons in the room rushed forward - all except Alastair - all attacking at once. Dean moved with a speed that Sam wasn't sure he had ever seen her use. When the demons grappled with her she actually seemed to stand on equal footing with them.

Sam felt a sinking feeling in his gut at the sight, she wasn't Dean. At least not his sister, not anymore. It was a demon that was in front of him right now. A monster.

Sam had been looking for a monster.

Dean brought the knife into the first one landing it square in the gut. A second took the blade to the throat and a third in the chest.

The fourth demon slammed a fist into Dean's face knocking her back a few steps. When she didn't go down the demons froze in place eyes wide.

"Oh you're good I'll give you that," Dean said smirking her eyes going red. "But we're Crowley."

"Crowley." Alastair hissed his hand going behind his back.

Sam saw him pull a knife out of his belt in and then he was charging forward.

"Dean watch out!" Sam yelled.

Dean may be possessed by Crowley at the moment but it was still his sister's body. If Crowley got stabbed by a demon killing knife it would kill the host of the body as well. If she was only possessed then there was still hope of saving her.

As Alastair rushed forward his knife aimed for Dean's gut she turned catching the blade with her own. She flung him backwards making the demon stumble back away from the fight his other demons getting closer to him.

"Don't just stand there kill them!" He ordered.

"Yes come on boys kill me." Dean/Crowley said her voice accented as her eyes remained red. "I'm only the king of fucking hell! What could go wrong?"

The demons eyed one another then started to back away from her. Alastair was soon left standing alone with the demons backing away quickly.

"What?! Where are you going?" He demanded.

"They're making the smart decision Alastair." Dean/Crowley said smirking. "But I afraid you don't get a second chance."

Before anything could happen with Alastair the demons that had been with him jerked. Their heads threw back and the black smoke that was the demon's possessing the bodies flew out of the open mouths. The smoke hit the roof then twisted and curled rushing away from the fight. They escaped out of the cracks in the boards of the walls running for their lives.

Without the demons possessing them the bodies fell over to lay limp on the floor. Sam couldn't tell if any of the people were still breathing. He figured that would just be a problem for the local police later if they weren't.

Alastair and Dean faced one another for a moment before the man rushed forward swinging his knife. She ducked back away from the sharp blade avoiding it cutting her face. Alastair over extended himself when he swung and had to struggle to right himself, which left him open to an attack.

While he was still trying to regain his balance, Dean spun the knife in her hand around and slammed it into the center of his back. As the blade buried into his back there was the popping sound and the demon flashed with light. They could see the skeleton of the man's host as a puff of black smoke left his lips.

As the body fell to the floor Dean yanked the knife free with one good tug. Her eyes scanned the room and then the red faded back to green before her head fell back with red smoke rushing from her body.

When that was done and she had shaken off the effects she met Sam's eyes.

"Hey Sammy, miss me?"

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It didn't take Crowley all that long to get back to his vessel and then come back to Dean. When he got back she was still untying the older man that had been with her brother.

As soon as Crowley popped into the room he saw the look of murder on the younger Winchester's face. The boy went for the demon killing knife on his sister's belt and Crowley briefly wondered if he should get involved. When Dean grabbed his wrist in return and pinned the giant man to the floor he realized he needn't have worried.

"Well glad to see we're all getting on nicely." He muttered.

"Dean what the - " Sam began.

"Sam that's Crowley, he helped me save you." Dean explained "And he's...... he's my husband so you can't kill him."

"He's your what?!"

"You must be kidding?"

"Glad to be in the family." Crowley said smirking.

He fell silent when he saw Dean shoot him a look as she released her brother's wrist. She stepped back away from him as he got to the floor staring at her wide eyed.

"Y'all just gonna leave me sittin' here?"

"Yeah sorry Bobby." Dean said quickly turning to let him loose.

Once Bobby was loose Dean backed away from both of the hunters to stand by Crowley. The four looked around the room at one another for a moment without speaking. The air in the room was heavy with tension, the four were all ready for a fight if it came to it.

"Look we don't want any trouble." Dean said slowly. "We just wanted to help you guys."

"Dean we can help you get away." Sam said eyeing Crowley.

"How dare you?" Crowley hissed his eyes turning red.

Sam tensed as if ready to take the man on, Dean's hands rested on the demon's arm. He watched as the red faded from his eyes and he looked over at her smiling.

"I don't want to escape Sam." She said firmly. "I'm... Fuck, Sam I'm happy for the first time in forever."

"How the hell can you say that? Dean he's a demon." Sam said almost gently. "Whatever his hold on you is - "

"I don't have a hold on her. Dean is free to go wherever and whenever she likes." Crowley said then he looked at her. "My Queen is no prisoner."

Dean smiled and she exchanged a look with the man. Crowley was pleased with the affection - genuine affection - that he saw in her eyes for him. He reached out and she didn't hesitate to take his hand in hers. He pulled her hand to his mouth pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it.

"Now, I am going back home." He announced "Do you want to stay here for awhile or would you like to come with me?"

"Uh...." Dean hesitated, looking towards the other hunters.

Crowley smiled "Stay as long as you wish love."

He ignored the looks of disgust on the face of the other two hunters and he pulled Dean in for a kiss.

He put one hand around her to cup the back of her neck while he kissed her. He kept the kiss gentle and slow, he could feel her responding easily. When he pulled away he met her bright green eyes and winked.

"I'll see you soon."

Crowley backed away from her snapping his fingers. When he opened his eyes he was in their empty penthouse facing the large windows overlooking the city. He stared out them for a moment letting the nagging feeling that he had lost Dean finally settle over him.

She had her brother back, she wouldn't come back to him. Why would she when there was the hope of breaking the contract? If this had been anyone else he would have already planned for the worst. He would have already planned to go after her and bring her back.

But this was Dean. He loved her, he wanted her more than anything else in the human world. If he chased her down and showed no faith she really would run.

He had to wait and see if she came back.

Crowley hated waiting but he was a patient man at heart. He would see what happened.

So Crowley sat down in his favorite chair and a glass of scotch. A glass turned into a bottle, a bottle turned into two, and he really started to wish that he could get drunk. Maybe even pass out and sleep. Being a demon did have its drawbacks sometimes.

The sun was setting the next day when he heard the ding of the elevator. He didn't look up to see what who was entering the penthouse. It could be any number of his subordinates coming to see him or just looking for him in general.

"Damn you look rough."

Crowley looked up and he couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face.

"You came back."

Dean smiled at him, that crooked grin that he knew she reserved for people she really liked.

"Of course I came back." She said smiling. "I don't believe in divorce."

Crowley chuckled standing up from his chair, he carefully set the glass of scotch aside. He held his hand out to her and she stepped forward taking his hand. He pulled her towards him and Dean let herself sink into his arms.

"Did you miss me?" She asked brow raised.

"Immeasurably." He said smiling. "So you came back."

"I did." Dean said nodding. "And I'm not going anywhere."

"Good." He sighed "I love you."

Dean blushed and she gave him a smile "I'm.... I'm falling in love with you."

Crowley froze and his breath caught. He hadn't been expecting that. He had never dared to dream that Dean would grow to have feelings for him, tolerance yes but not actual feelings. Hearing her confess such a thing to him left him wanting.... no, needing her.

One of Crowley's hands slid up her body cupping the back of her head guiding her into a kiss. The two locked together with his tongue pressing into her mouth tangling with hers.

Dean pet out a breathy moan of pleasure her hands gripping his arms as the kiss went on. When the kiss broke Dean stared at him for a moment her breathing heavy.

Crowley ran his hand over her face and gently gripped her chin in his hand. He turned her to where she was meeting his eyes and he smiled at her.

"How about we take this upstairs love?" He said slowly. "We can celebrate our reunion."

"I was only gone for a day." Dean chuckled.

"It was a long day without you."

"Then let's go."

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Dean followed Crowley up the stairs to the bedroom and she smiled at the way his fingers stayed locked with hers. She had been surprised that he had been so worried that she wouldn't come back. She had no doubts that Crowely genuinely cared for her but to be that worried.

It was touching, really she didn't know the last time someone had felt that way about her. If anyone ever had.

When they got to the bedroom Crowley pulled her into his arms a warm kiss pressed to her lips. Her hands slid around his shoulders and her lips parted in a moan as his hands started wandering over her body. She felt his hands slipping under her clothes and his fingertips drug slowly over her skin.

The touch sent sparks through her body making her moan again her legs starting to shake. She was weak in the knees from all.of the attention he was giving her. They broke the kiss and Crowley started to run his mouth along her throat.

"I'm so glad you're home, love." He purred "My beautiful Queen."

Dean whined in her throat "Me too."

"I want you love. Show me how happy you are to be back with your King." He said his voice gentle.

"Yes your majesty." Dean moaned as he mouth latched to her throat.

Dean closed her eyes as she felt him suck gently on her skin. Then Crowley was pulling away from her and his hands slipped off of her body, Dean couldn't stop the needy whine at his absence. He sat on the bed facing her then he snapped his fingers.

In his hand appeared the collar and he gave her a crooked smile.

"Kneel for me, my love?"

Dean walked over to him and then she sank to her knees in front of him. Crowley reached down and gently affixed the collar around her neck. She relaxed into the touch and her eyes slipped closed as he cupped her cheek.

"So beautiful." He said slowly "You make me feel human again. All of those human urges that I haven't felt in centuries."

Dean listened carefully to him and she could feel a warmth spreading through her. Crowley loved her, he was devoted to her.

Dean could feel the warmth of her affection for him spreading through her. She cared about Crowley, despite him being a demon she was falling for him. She wanted to be with him, wanted to spend an eternity in his arms. Dean knew she could spend the eternity with him on her knees serving him if that was what he wanted.

"I love you." He said softly. "Do you want to serve your king?"

"Yes majesty." She said softly.

"Then serve."

Dean opened her eyes and stared up into his before she slid forward on her knees to put her hands on him. She carefully situated herself between Crowley's knees and she ran her hand up his thighs towards his belt. Dean unhooked his belt and opened his pants.

She reached into his pants and removed his hard cock. She took a moment to run her hand over it giving her wrist a twist when she got to the head making him moan.

Dean smiled and leaned forward taking the head of his cock into her mouth hollowing her cheeks to suck on the head. Dean sank her mouth down half of his cock and she gave a pleased hum at his hand touched the back of her head. He didn't force her to take more of his cock but he didn't need too, Dean took it as encouragement.

She sank her mouth further down on his cock till she couldn't breath. She sucked and bobbed her head on his member until she needed air. What she couldn't get into her mouth she stroked with her hand in time with her other movements.

"That's my good girl." Crowley praised as Dean took his cock. "So beautiful, my queen."

Dean hummed around his cock again and his hand gripped her hair. He pulled her off of his cock and tilted her head back till she was looking up at him.

His eyes scanned over her face and she watched a warm smile pull at his lips. His free hand stroked gently over her skin and he ran his thumb over her wet bruised looking lips pushing his thumb into her mouth. Dean closed her lips around it sucking on his thumb.

"You look so good with something in your mouth like this love." Crowley sighed "There's only one way you look better.... Stand up and take your clothes off."

Dean quickly did as she was told and got to her feet removing her clothes. She stripped tossing her clothes to the side then stood with her hands clasped in front of her. She kept her eyes averted to the floor and she smiled when she felt his hands on her body.

Crowley explored her body with his hands. He left no where untouched as he examined her. A hand ran flat over her stomach then dipping down slowly to run fingertips over her clit. One hand stroking soothing circles over her back before moving slowly lower gripping her ass cheeks.

Dean jumped a little when one of his fingers slid between her ass cheeks teasing her asshole gently.

"One day I'm going to take that tight hole." He whispered softly in her ear.

Dean shivered and her eyes slipped closed. She could hear the smile in his voice whenever he talked about taking her asshole. Dean didn't think she was ready for something like that but she knew she wanted to be. She wanted Crowley to have the pleasure of taking whatever he wanted from her.

Dean leaned into his touch and she heard him chuckle as she let out a pleased sigh.

"On your knees on the edge of the bed for me love." He whispered.

Dean took position on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed for Crowley. She felt his hands smooth over her body gently and then he slid his hand between her legs. She let out a pleased moan as his fingers split her folds pumping gently into her.

She felt his finger sink deeply into her and she let out a moan as he ran his finger over her most sensitive spot. He hummed almost thoughtfully as his finger grazed slowly over her g spot. Dean's arms felt weak as she held herself up and she let out a whine as he pressed firmly against it.

"Such a beautiful Queen." He said his voice gravelly. "Do you enjoy serving your King?"

"Yes sir." She whispered.

"Everyone out there, they think your a dangerous hunter but look at you." Crowley said slowly. "You kneel for a demon king, you willingly take my cock. My perfect darling."

Dean moaned as his finger curled inside of her his knuckles rubbing into her spot. She felt her arms start to give as he pressed insistently against her g spot. She felt an orgasm building up inside of her as he pressed against her spot and she couldn't hold it off when he added a finger to her clit.

She let out a moan collapsing to the bed with her chest her ass still held in the air for him.

Crowley's fingers didn't slow as he massaged inside of her working her through the orgasm. When she came down from her climax she felt him drag his fingers from her pussy.

With her pussy now empty Dean let out a whine.

"Oh did you need something love? You can tell your king." He said gently.

Dean let out another whine and she felt a sharp slap to her ass.

"Use words Dean or you get nothing." Crowley said his voice firm.

"Crowley please."

"Please what?"

"Please I need your cock sir."

"That's more like it love."

Crowley's hands rested on her hips as he moved into position behind her. She felt his fingers kneading her flesh gently and she moaned pushing into his touch.

One of his hands left her hips and she didn't have long to wait till she felt the head of his cock at her entrance. She felt him ease his cock into her entrance and she let out a moan as he stretched her open.

He eased his way into her body slowly once he was fully inside of her he paused. He held his hips against her ass and they sat like that for a moment. Then Crowley pulled his cock slowly out of her and sank back in.

Crowley laid his body over her back to where he could whisper into her ear.

"Hold tight to the sheets love, I'm going to make you scream." He said smiling.

Dean shuddered pleased by the promise.

Crowley pressed a tender kiss to her skin and then he leaned back. He ran his hands slowly over her back before his hands moved to rest on her hips.

Crowley pulled his cock from her pussy slowly then he slammed his hips back against her. His hands tightened on her hips and he began to slam his cock into her at a steady bruising pace.

Dean could do nothing but hold on as he slammed his cock as deep into her as he could. She felt his grip on her hips tightening and Dean moaned as every thrust pushed his cock into her sensitive core.

Dean could do nothing except moan and scream her pleasure into the mattress. She yelped when she felt Crowley grip a handful of her hair yanking back. She felt tears sting her eyes but it wasn't painful in a bad way.

"Don't you dare cover those sounds. I want to hear them, every last one." He ordered a thrust punctuating each word.

Dean moaned at each thrust her voice getting louder with each one. Dean wasn't usually a loud person in bed but when she was faced with an order from her King she couldn't deny him.

Crowley released her hair and Dean dropped back down to the mattress. She kept her face lifted to where none of her noise were muffled as Crowley slammed his cock into her.

Dean could feel herself getting pushed closer to the edge of her climax. She clutched the sheets of the bed desperately trying to hold herself together.

"Let go Dean. Fall apart for me." He ordered.

Dean let out a scream as his cock hit her g spot just right forcing an orgasm out of her. Her pussy clenched and tightened around his cock as he continued to thrust wildly into her. Crowley let out a pleased groan as his cock jerked inside of her his cum filling her as he finished.

For a moment neither of them moved from where they were then he carefully extracted himself from her body. He ran his hands gently over her leaning down to press kisses along her spine.

"Such a good wife for me." He praised "You relax here for a moment I'll fix us a warm shower."

Dean stretched out on the bed and relaxed into the sheets as she felt cum leaking out of her.

"Oh almost forgot." Crowley said chuckling.

Crowley reached down removing her collar and then he walked into the bathroom.

Dean let out a pleased sigh, it was good to be home.

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Dean was sitting on the couch curled up under a blanket when his hands rested on her shoulders. Dean smiled leaning her head back to look up at Crowley. He gave her a crooked smile and squeezed her shoulders.

"Are you very busy at the moment love?" He asked gently.

"Just watching some TV but nothing I'm to invested in." Dean said shrugging her shoulders.

"Isn't this Dr.Sexy?" He asked humor in his voice.

Dean's face went bright red "Maybe. So? Sometimes I like watching TV I don't have to pay attention to very closely."

"Well I'd hate to interrupt..."

"You're not interrupting."

"I have business to attend to in Hell, with Alastair gone I need to find new punishments for those deserving of such things."

"Sounds like a lot to take care of."

"No doubt it will be tedious and time consuming." He muttered rolling his eyes. "I had a request to make of you."

Dean looked up at Crowley who had gone oddly silent after the announcement. When she looked at him he had a look of trepidation on his face that she had never seen there before.

"What's wrong?" She questioned sitting up straighter.

"Nothing is wrong, it's just...." He began then broke off with a sigh.

"Crowley you're starting to freak me out a little." She said as he paced away from her his hand running down his face.

"I want you to come with me." He blurted turning to her.

Dean froze her mouth going dry as he spoke. She didn't know what to say or do in response to his request. She didn't like it and the way her blood felt like ice in her veins made her want to run. She was off the couch and on her feet in seconds.

Crowley turned to face her his hands held out in front of him in an almost pleading gesture. He walked around the couch towards her slowly as she started to back away.

She wasn't afraid of him and she trusted him.with her life. She didn't like the idea of going back to Hell, she had no reason to trust anyone there.

The closer he got to her the more trapped she felt and the more she wanted to be anywhere but here. She wanted to run. She felt like she wasn't getting enough air in the penthouse.

Ignoring Crowley's gentle comforting words she bolted by him. He reached to try grabbing her but she dodged away from his hands. She went down the hall and pushed through the door that took her out onto their rooftop view.

Dean took a few deep breaths and sank down onto one of the outdoor chairs. She could feel her heart pounding like it was trying to break through her chest.

Dean closed her eyes and tried to slow her breathing.

"Deep breaths love." Crowley said gently.

She opened her eyes to look up at him, he stood in the doorway and made no move to approach her. He was probably worried she would try to bolt again.

"I just.... I just need some air for a minute." She said her voice sounding small even to her.

"Take all the time you need love." Crowley said softly. "I'm sorry that I upset you like this I - "

"Why do you want me to go back there?" She asked softly. "I don't know if I can do that."

Crowley frowned slightly and looked away from her for a moment. He seemed to be struggling with something in his mind and she worried he wouldn't tell her.

Finally Crowley spoke "I don't want to be without you."

"I don't understand." Dean admitted.

"You've just come home and I have to return to Hell to put things in order. I don't want to be away from you."

"Can I even go with you I mean the place is - "

"It's not all like where Alastair was keeping you." Crowley said softly. "You would be with me which means you would be perfectly safe."

Dean frowned and looked away from him. She was fighting the urge to curl in on herself. The last thing she needed was to curl into the fetal position and look weaker than she felt right then. Dean took a deep breath and she finally looked back at him.

"I'd be with you? The whole time?"

"Yes love. You'll be by my side the entire time we're there." He assured her smiling tenderly.

"Okay. Fine."

"That's the spirit." He joked weakly.

Returning to Hell wasn't exactly what Dean had expected. They had been there for two days now and she had to say that she wasn't all that impressed with it anymore.

The first day she had stayed practically glued to Crowley's side. He was patient with her needs and most of his meetings were had with her sitting in on them. She didn't really understand them anyway but when they were over the demons that would come in always paid her respect as well before leaving.

"You're their Queen now why wouldn't they?" Crowley had asked when she brought it up.

Dean didn't know how to feel about that.

The demons didn't treat her as if she were an enemy, they weren't out to kill her, and some of them were down right polite towards her. It kept her on her toes waiting for something bad to happen.

Most of her time had been spent in Crowley's office until on the second day he let out a frustrated sigh.

"You haven't slept since we got here love." He said stepping away from his desk. "Go to our quarters and rest."

"Quarters? Like a bedroom, we have a bedroom in Hell?" She asked disbelieving.

"We do and you need to go use them. I promise no one will bother you there." He said gently. "You need to rest."

"You're just tired of me being up under you."

"I could never grow tired of your company Dean.c he promised her smiling. "You however are exhausted and need your rest, you are only human after all."

Dean stuck her tongue out at him and rolled her eyes.

"Fine how do I get there?"

Crowley didn't answer her and instead pressed a button on his desk. The double doors of his office opened and a dark haired male demon stepped through the doors. He didn't speak but just nodded to the two while standing at the door.

"He will take you to our room." Crowley said smiling. "He is my most loyal soldier, he can be trusted."

Dean nodded her head slowly. She didn't like the idea of trusting other demons but if Crowley said he was trustworthy then she would go along with it.

"Show her to my rooms." Crowley ordered sitting back at his desk.

The demon bowed to Crowely then nodded for Dean to follow him. She fell into step with the demon as he lead the way out into the halls.

Hell really wasn't what she expected. Most of the place looked like an oversized office building. The place where Crowley worked was the large ornate office of the King. The rest of the rooms were designated for other demons that seemed to be underlings for him.

Beyond the offices were the new punishment areas that Crowley had designed. They were less torturous and more along the lines of the everyday mundane annoyances that people faced while alive.

In Dean's experience it would work just as well as torture.

After a few minutes of silently walking together Dean looked over at the demon leading her.

"So... you been here long?" She asked uncomfortable in the silence.

The demon looked at her but said nothing.

"Not much of a conversationalist?"

The demon looked at her and then made a hand motion in front of his mouth.

"You can't talk." Dean said softly. "I'm sorry I didn't know."

The demon gave her a humor filled smile and turned his head back the way they were headed. Dean didn't try to bother him with conversation again.

It wasn't much longer before he stopped in front of a set of doors. He reached out opening the first door and gestured for her to step into the room. Dean sighed in relief and stepped towards the door and she paused briefly to glance back at the demon.

"Uh, thanks."

The demon bowed to her before he stepped back and started making his way back down the hall. As soon as the demon was walking away Dean stepped into the room and pulled the door closed behind her.

She glanced around the room and noticed that it was well furnished. At the moment she didn't care about the furniture, she only cared about the large bed. Dean walked over to the bed and flung herself onto the top of the covers with a long sigh.

Dean shifted on the bed kicking off her shoes but that was the most that she moved. Once her shoes were off she settled into the bed falling asleep. She was grateful for a dreamless sleep.

Dean was awakened sometime later by a hand dragging slowly over her bare leg. Dean let out a groan and tried to roll away from the touch so she could go back to sleep. She didn't miss the soft chuckle that earned her.

"Couldn't even manage to get undressed could you love?" Crowley purred in her ear.

Dean shifted with a hum "It feels like you took care of that for me."

"A little demon magic goes a long way."

Dean shifted again and this time she felt Crowley's hand sliding over her hip and running forward.

"Thought you were busy." Dean mumbled.

"I'm taking a break, I've had a lot on my mind in your absence." Crowley whispered his mouth now running along her neck.

"Mmm like what?"

"I think it's time that I give my services to the Queen."

"What are you talking about?" Dean muttered.

Crowley's hand ran lower over her body his fingers dipping down to run slowly over her pussy. Dean's back arched and she let out a breath of surprise at the touch. She felt his fingers carefully run back over her up to where he was pressing against her clit.

He moved his fingers in slow circles and drew a moan out of Dean. She arched her back and let out a whining noise that made Crowley chuckle in her ear.

"You see I've been thinking." he began slowly his fingers still working her clit. "You have served me so faithfully I thought perhaps I would reward you for that service."

Dean gasped as his finger dipped down to run between her folds. He gave a pleased hum when his fingers ran through her juices and then he was pulling away. Dean rolled onto her back to watch him as he moved himself over the bed.

Dean watched as he smiled at her before he laid himself across the bed. Dean gasped when he ran his hands gently over her thighs before forcing them as far apart as he could get them.

Crowley gave her a wicked smile before he dipped his head low his tongue swiping between her folds. Dean gasped as the man pressed his tongue inside of her working her open. He spread her open his tongue burying deep into her pussy.

Crowley groaned against her pussy while he slid one of his hands forward to press against her clit.

Dean let out a moan as his finger pressed roughly against her clit. Her back arched as she felt him start to move his finger in a slow circle. It was more of a teasing touch then anything and it made her whine in her throat.

Crowley slowly circled his tongue inside of her dragging it slowly making her trimble. He hummed his approval as he tasted more of her juices on his tongue and he pressed it in to get more. Dean gasped as the tip of his tongue pressed sharply into one of her more sensitive spots.

She let out a cry of pleasure as his finger pressed even rougher into her clit. She felt herself being pushed over the edge and she couldn't hold herself back when he ran his tongue over the same place. She felt her pussy clench down in his tongue as she climaxed.

Crowley groaned and his hands locked onto her hips forcing her bodily closer to him. He kept his mouth working on her pussy making deep groaning sounds as he did.

Dean let out a moan and she started trying to pull away.

"Crowley!" she gasped.

Crowley pulled away from her and met her eyes briefly "I know you have more to give me love. Let me have them all my beautiful Queen."

Dean gasped as his tongue pressed back inside her pussy and he lifted her hips. She moaned as his tongue felt like it was plunging deeper into her body then it had been. She felt his fingers dig into the skin of her hips.

Crowley's tongue slid over a place inside of her that made Dean moan. She reached down putting her hand on the back of his head and her fingers knotted in his hair. When he pressed the tip of his tongue into the spot Dean could keep from bucking her hips against his mouth.

Crowley's grip tightened on her hips forcing her to sit still on the bed. He looked up at her getting her to meet his eyes as he held onto her. Dean met his eyes and Crowley flashed his red demonic eyes at her, somehow that made everything even more intense.

Dean let out a whine her back arching as he tongue slowly pulled out of her pussy. She wanted more.

Crowley didn't go far instead he drug his tongue up slowly to rub over her clit. Crowley began sucking on the sensitive nub causing her to cry out even louder. He gave a pleased hum and she felt his teeth scrape gently against her clit.

"Crowley fuck... please need more." Dean gasped trying to rock her hips.

"As you wish my Queen." He purred.

Crowley ran his tongue between the lips of her pussy and she felt him shove his tongue roughly inside her. She felt his tongue press against her walls and the way he drank down her juices.

Dean felt the tip of his tongue press roughly to her sensitive spot. She kept up a steady string of moans and curses as he repeatedly pressed his tongue to the spot. She felt everything building up inside of her until she couldn't contain it anymore and then she screamed as he release over took her.

Crowley made a pleased sound as she felt him licking up her juices greedily. When he was done he pulled away from her pussy and he slid himself up her body slowly.

"You did so well my love." He praised pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"What about - ?" Dean began her voice already sounding tired.

"I'm afraid I need to return to work now love." Crowley said smiling. "Trust me, you've given me what I need."

Dean hummed as he pressed another kiss to her cheek gently, she could feel his fingers running through her hair slowly.

"I'll try to return soon." He said gently.

Dean lifted her head and Crowley pressed a kiss to her lips. She felt his hand cup her cheek briefly before he pulled away from her.

"Sleep now love I'll wake you when I return."

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Dean woke up a little while later to a knock on the door of the room that got her attention. She got out of bed and struggled to find some kind of clothes but came up empty handed. She'd have to ask Crowley about something to wear.

She wasn't really sure what he had done to her other clothes. Instead she had to settle for wrapping herself in one of the sheets off of the bed and going to the door.

When she peeked around the door she saw the same mute demon from before holding a covered tray. He held the tray up for her to see better and she understood he meant he was bringing her food.

Dean opened the door and stood mostly behind it as he carried it into the room. He placed it on the table for her and then bowed to her. He walked out without any further interaction and she shut the door behind him feeling a bit confused.

Dean walked over to the table and pulled the cover off of the plate. She laughed when she saw the fat juicy burger on the plate with thick cut fries and an El Sol beer. Dean smiled sitting down, leave it to Crowley to spoil her with a good meal.

Dean tucked into the meal with gusto and barely took a few seconds to breath. She was almost done with the meal when the door opened behind her and she turned to stare.

She saw Crowley come into the room, most of his body turned away from her view. He stood that way for a moment his eyes taking her in.

"It be nice to see you without that sheet wrapped round you love." He purred "How about you lose it for me."

Dean rolled her eyes but she slipped the sheet out from around her.

Crowley made a groaning noise in his throat at the sight of her naked.

"I could spend hours worshipping that body." He said smiling.

"Well you are the King. Maybe I should be worshipping yours." Dean countered smiling.

"We'll have time for both later. I have something for you." Crowley said slowly then his tone became guarded. "I'd appreciate you not killing me over it."

"Why would I want to - " She began then froze.

Dean felt the smile fall from her lips as she saw the squirming bundle he held in his arms. It was wrapped in a blanket and making pitiful whining noises. Part of her wanted to reach out and cradle it, the other part of her wanted to hide from the implications of the thing.

"Tell me...." She began then cleared her throat to try again. "Tell me you didn't steal someone's baby."

"What? No! I would never stoop to such lows." Crowley said mock horror in his voice.

"Then what - "

Before she could finish framing the question a dark head popped up out of the blanket. It was the darkest black she had ever seen with glowing burning red eyes and a smoky blackness emanating from its body. It had a long snout with small sharp teeth and ears that didn't quite stand up just yet.

Dean felt her throat getting tight and her heart started to pound in her chest. She stood up but stumbled back into the chair as her legs wouldn't hold her up. Her head began to swim and she felt like she was under water.

Crowley kneeled in front of her chair and pulled the small pup around to sit in his lap. He looked up at her cautiously and gave her what she was sure was supposed to be a reassuring smile.

"Dean, I'm sorry to spring this on you." He said gently. "I ... I didn't really have a way to prepare you."

"Why is that thing here?" She asked her lower than she meant.

"I thought that I would give this to you." He said slowly. "You're the Queen of Hell so I thought - "

"You want me to keep a hellhound."

"It would protect you and honestly I think you could use some companion ship of some kind besides mine love." He said firmly. "Please just give it a chance."

Dean frowned and stared at the pup which was now making oddly cute puppy sounds. The pup jerked it's head to the side opening it little jaws to try snapping at Crowley.

"You are asking me for a lot. Bringing me here and now this.... it's a lot for me." Dean blurted.

"I know that this is asking a lot of you and I'm sorry." Crowley said gently. "I can promise that this will be the final thing I ask of you. I won't ask anything this hard of you again."

"I don't know.."

Crowley's face lit up suddenly and he smiled. He got to his feet and one handed plopped the hell hound pup in her lap.

"Here why don't you hold him and see how you feel about it?" He said smirking.

Dean scrambled to catch the gangly pup in her arms and she was surprised by how soft it's fur felt. The pup turned its bright red eyes towards her and it's head tilted to the side. Dean stared back at the pup for a moment as it studied her face.

Finally the puppy planted its feet on her lap and put its front paws on her shoulders. It pressed its face towards her its tongue licking at her face excitedly. It made excited whining sounds and she noticed it's tail wagging frantically as it licked at her face.

Dean wrapped her arms around the pup and she was surprised when she burst Into tears. She clutched the pup to her chest looking up at Crowley. She looked up at him and frowned as she saw him smile.

"I hate you." Dean said weakly.

"I love you too my queen." He replied smiling. "We'll need a name for it I think."

Dean laughed then lifted the creature to stare into its face. She gave it a smile and ran her hands over its head.

"I'll think of something."

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Crowley felt pleased with himself. He had finished his duties in Hell and he had Dean confront two of her fears in the process. She seemed much more comfortable when they were there after he had done that. Now they were home and he hoped to keep it that way for awhile.

They had been home for a few hours by this point and Crowley was sitting in his chair drinking his scotch.

Dean had popped out for a brief period to buy supplies for her new pet. He thought it was adorable really and had reminded her it was a hellhound it didn't really need much. She had given him an appalled look - that was mostly teasing - and said her baby deserved nice things too.

Of course she'd had to leave the hound behind with him to avoid trouble. Which he didn't mind. Crowley had a soft spot for hellhounds, when this one was bigger he'd introduce it to his pup Juliet.

She was the biggest hellhound he'd ever seen and if the pup's paws were anything to go by when it grew up it would be rather large. The pup had huge paws and the attitude to match with everyone that wasn't Dean so far.

Crowley leaned back in his chair with the pup curled at his feet. He had decided to pick up the book he had tried to read before again and see if he could finish some of the book. He had been reading for a bit when there was a buzzing sound.

It took him a moment to realize it was the speaker system to let him know someone wanted to be buzzed in. Frowning Crowley walked to the elevator where the speaker was attached to the wall.

He pressed the speaker box "Who is it?"

"Sam Winchester." the reply came over the box.

Crowley frowned and leaned away from the box for a moment. He looked back at the rest of the room and he saw Dean's pup standing as if at the ready down the hall. He sighed and pressed the button that would open the elevator door for him.

There was silence over the speaker but Crowley knew that the younger Winchester was on his way up. He stood in front of the elevator door and waited.

When the elevator dinged and the doors slid open he put on a friendly enough smile. Sam stood in the elevator looking out of sorts and uncomfortable as he stood there. He wasn't armed to the teeth like he usually was but he was dressed completely in his layers of flannel.

Crowley was grateful that he had broken Dean from the habit of wearing so many layers of flannel.

"Welcome." Crowley said smiling.

"Where's Dean?" Sam asked frowning.

"At the store." Crowley said gesturing for him to come in.

"The store?" Sam asked sounding surprised.

"Yes. I've told you, she's not a prisoner. She gets to come and go as she pleases here."

"Alright. When will she be back?"

Crowley shrugged his shoulders and started walking back to the living room. He didn't check to see if Sam was following him, he knew the boy would. Crowley circled back to his chair to see the pup had jumped up into it.

He gave the creature a look then pushed him out of the chair. When he sat back down he noted the hound giving him a pleading look and Sam giving him a confused one. The look from both was ignored as he picked his scotch glass in off of the table beside the chair.

"So what can we do for you Sam?" Crowley asked casually.

"I uh.... I wanted to see Dean." Sam said slowly. "I need some help with a case and Bobby isn't available."

Crowley frowned at the younger man and rolled his eyes.

"Your sister has given up hunting."

"To be a house wife?"

"To be my queen."

"How can you say you love her and then damn her like that?"

Crowley frowned at him and stared the boy down.

"Would you like to have a seat Sam while I explain how you're wrong." He asked frowning.

Sam's jaw flexed angrily but then he sank down on the couch which drew the pup's attention. The hellhound stalked over towards Sam feet and shifted carefully before it launched at the man. When the hellhound collided with Sam's feet the younger Winchestet let out a surprised noise and jumped back.

Crowley couldn't resist a chuckle at the horrified look on Sam's face.

"What the hell was that?" Sam demanded eyes scanning the room.

"A hellhound pup." Crowley said shrugging. "I forget you can't see it since you're human."

"Why do you have a hellhound pup here?"

"Oh its not mine, it's Dean's."

Sam looked even more shocked by the news.

"Now let's see what were we talking about.... oh yes your sister's soul and my love for her." Crowley hummed.

"Yeah...." Sam drawled then cleared his throat. "How can you say you love her but damn her to become a demon?"

"I haven't damned her to be a demon."

"When she dies - "

"She won't die."

"Everyone dies Crowley."

"Of course but she isn't like everyone else."

Crowley chuckled and finished off his scotch setting the empty glass aside. He glanced towards the windows and admired the view silently for a moment.

"What have you done?" Sam asked his voice taking on a cautious tone.

Crowley smirked as he turned back to face the younger Winchester.

"You see, your sister isn't human anymore." Crowley said shrugging. "It's a little something I added to her contract."

Sam frowned and got to his feet "What did you do to her?"

Crowley smiled pleased with himself "You see when Dean dies she will become a demon, there's no avoiding that. But Dean can't be killed by normal means anymore."

"What did you do?" Sam demanded.

"She's immortal. You see so long as your sister is wearing my ring she won't age and she cannot die by normal means."

Sam stared at him and then sank back down onto the couch.

"You see Sam, I love Dean. So long as she doesn't die then she doesn't become a demon." Crowley said smiling. "Granted she would make a beautiful deadly demon but I do enjoy her as a human."

The two sat in silence for a moment until there was a ding. Crowley smiled knowing that Dean was home now, he even watched the pup scramble to his feet to rush to her. The pup had decided it liked its master and he couldn't be more pleased by the connection.

Crowley saw Sam's eyes go towards the hall as Dean called out a pleased greeting.

"Not a word about our conversation." Crowley said winking.

Sam seemed confused for a moment but then he fell into step with Crowley as the two got up from their chairs. Crowley turned the corner first and he chuckled as he saw her bags had yet to make it off of the elevator.

"How much did you buy the thing?" Crowley asked chuckling.

"Hey, he is not a thing." Dean said firmly. "Ain't that right sweet boy?"

There was a low rumble of a growl from the hellhound that practically danced at her feet happily. It's head was turned up to watch Dean as she picked up her bags.

"So how has everything be- " Dean stopped talking when she saw Sam come around behind Crowley.

"Hey Dean." He greeted.

"Hey Sammy." She said giving him a half smile. "What, uh what are you doing here?"

"I came to see you, well to ask for your help."

"Oh. Yeah about that, I don't hunt anymore man."

"Look I wouldn't ask but I really need help with this one. There's no one else I can get to help me."

Dean shared a look with Crowley and he shrugged his shoulders. If she decided to go hunting then that was her choice, he wouldn't stop her. But that didn't mean he wouldn't go with her just to make sure she was perfectly safe.

"What are you hunting?" She sighed.

"Dragons."

"A dragon?" She asked shocked.

"No dragons, there are two or three of them."

"Jesus Sam that's.... You can't go against even one dragon alone." She groaned.

Sam stood there without saying anything else and Crowley got the distinct impression this had been his plan all along. Tell Dean about his case so she could see just how out of his depth his was without her. Knowing how Dean felt about her brother there was no doubt that she would want to help.

"Shall I get our bags then?" Crowley asked glancing at Dean.

Dean gave him a wide smile.

"Wait, our? I just came to get Dean's help." Sam protested.

"I'm hardly going to let you take my wife into danger without me now am I?" Crowley said smirking at the younger man. "I won't be but a moment."

Crowley took hardly anytime grabbing the few things he knew Dean would actually use while they were gone. He didn't really need to pack a bag for himself, with his power he could summon anything he actually needed. So instead he just carried one bag down to the elevator.

"What are we gonna do with him?" Dean asked gesturing to the hellhound pressed to the side of her leg.

"You could bring him along or I can send him back to Hell till we return. Have one of my men look after him." Crowley offered shrugging. "It's up to you."

"Come on buddy." Dean said bending to scoop up the pup. "Road trip."

"Dean my car is gonna smell like sulphur." Sam protested.

"It will not. Does this place smell like it?"

"Kind of, how do you not smell it?"

"Just used to it I guess." Dean muttered shrugging.

"Shall we?" Crowley gestured for Sam to get in the elevator ahead of him.

Sam frowned for a moment then sighed getting in the elevator. The three rode down in mostly silence with Sam giving both of them the side eye.

"Well... I guess it could be worse." Sam sighed.

"Oh yeah how's that?" Dean asked.

"You could still be dead."

"Yeah there's that."

"It's good to have you back Dean. Even if you did bring along this guy." Sam said nodding to Crowley.

"He grows on you give it time." Dean assured him winking at Crowley.

"So I guess this means I'm part of the family business now then? Saving people, hunting things." Crowley asked smirking back at her.

Sam was quiet for a moment then he nodded "I guess so."

The elevator dinged as they stopped and the doors slid open. Crowley didn't miss the excited look in Dean's eyes when she saw the Impala parked close to the doors waiting.

"I'm driving." She declared holding her hand out to Sam.

Sam handed her the keys.