The next morning, not only did Selina wake up with the mother of all hangovers and a headache that could rival any other, but she was able to recall every single detail of what happened the night before. And fairly clearly too, meaning from the second she opened her eyes and was forced to face the world she was overwhelmed with such embarrassment that it made her want to crawl back under her covers and stay there forever.

Why, oh why, did she have to go and get so drunk when she knew, for a fact, that she would cave from even the slightest hint of temptation? And when Crowley was around, the temptation levels always surpassed one hundred percent as Selina often found herself struggling to keep her self-control in check – if you couldn't tell by how many times she'd nearly slipped up these past few months and allowed Crowley to absolutely ravish her.

At least those times her conscience stepped in and stopped her from going too far beyond what was considered morally right.

Though, that couldn't be said for last night – which was by far the worst she'd ever been and she was absolutely certain that her conscience would have been too drunk to have cared about what was right and probably would have allowed her to allow Crowley to take advantage of her had he not stopped her. And she couldn't have felt more grateful that he did because if he hadn't, she'd have not only woken up with more regrets than just a bottle of tequila, but she'd have gotten a real eye opener and would probably be reconsidering her feelings for him right about now.

Why hadn't she just left her phone at home or given it to Sam when she downed that sixth tequila shot? She never would have been able to send Crowley that selfie, which she was really hoping she looked good in, if she had and perhaps then he wouldn't have shown up and she wouldn't have ended up making such a fool of herself that she couldn't bring herself to get out of bed.

What the hell had she been thinking? Throwing herself at him like that? Telling him she couldn't resist him anymore? She might as well just call him up and confess that she was all but in love with him – which after last night, she was fairly certain that she was and she was not looking forward to receiving the phone call he promised her as she wasn't fully sober yet and couldn't trust herself not to blurt it out, thus scaring him away.

Crowley may not be the demon he once was but he was still a demon, and as far as Selina knew, demons couldn't love anything let alone a human and she really didn't need the extra embarrassment of him having to tell her that should it slip from her lips.

So, for the time being, it was probably best that she let his call go to voicemail until she'd sobered up completely, that way she'd get to keep the last ounce of dignity she had left and wouldn't have to flee to a different country. Not that that would work as Crowley could literally teleport, but still, it would make her feel a little bit better.

Here's hoping that wouldn't be the case though as she didn't fancy telling Castiel the truth about why he was dropping her in the middle of the Irish countryside because she wasn't able to fly there properly. It had never been confirmed that she was on the no-fly list but considering all the times she'd been number two on the FBI's most wanted list, she couldn't take the chance.

Although, come to think of it, a federal prison might be just what she needed to avoid facing Crowley as seconds after her decision to "ignore" him he decided to call her, making her stomach start to churn worse than it already did and her hand twitched furiously out of eagerness to pick up the phone. And she probably would have had it not been for Kit and his well-timed get out of bed and feed me or I'll bite your toes meow, causing Selina to retract her hand instantly and start smothering the cat with kisses for saving her.

Until Kit meowed again, wiggled from her hold then proceeded to try and bite her toes through her duvet.

"Alright. Alright. Stop biting me, you menace." Selina chuckled, curling her toes in an attempt to keep them safely out of reach of Kit and his razor-sharp teeth, that he kept trying to sink into the thickness of her covers. "God, are you a cat or a ghoul?"

Meow – which roughly translates to both.

"Ghoul-cat?" Selina questioned humorously, tilting her head a little and finding amusement when Kit meowed back at her, as though he was answering and it wouldn't have surprised her if he'd said yes. She chuckled again as she shuffled up in her bed, taking a second to allow her head to settle should she stand up and immediately fall over.

At that moment, as Selina took a silent vow never to touch a bottle of tequila again, a soft knock at the door echoed throughout her room and she lifted her head, causing it to immediately start throbbing beneath her skull from such a sudden, and rather harsh movement.

Not that she should even feel the pain over the nausea in her stomach mixed with the tightening of her chest and the fact that Kit had burrowed under her duvet and was biting her toes again.

Was that Crowley who had knocked? Had he shown up to talk to her since she ignored his call? Quite possibly. He did have a tendency to show up unannounced after calls and texts, for reasons that Selina didn't know but didn't overly care about because it meant she got to see him, so she wouldn't have put it past him if he did.

If that was the case then she could say goodbye to her remaining dignity and hello to shameless desperation as she would absolutely be following through on the events of last night. And with zero regrets too. Selina may not be drunk anymore and her conscience was, for sure, wide awake but that didn't mean she was about to deprive herself of her one true desire any longer.

It was becoming blatantly obvious to Selina that she couldn't resist him anymore and if that was Crowley outside in the corridor, then so help anyone who walked past her bedroom because they would be hearing things that would send even the strongest of sinners running straight to church.

Luckily for the bunker's residents though, and for Selina's self-image, it was not Crowley knocking on her door and she didn't think it was either – not anymore, anyway. For starters he hadn't announced himself, like she might have expected him to and secondly, he hadn't just come barging in when she hadn't answered in 0.5 milliseconds as he had the least amount of patience of anyone she'd ever met. Herself included.

In fact, there was only one person it could be as there was only one person out there who respected her privacy enough to wait patiently for her response and didn't just saunter into her room whenever he felt like it – even if there was a cat inside that he desperately wanted to play with and that had better stop biting Selina before she banished him to Dean's room for a while.

"Cat, are you awake?" Castiel called quietly through the door, just as Selina released all the air from her lungs and felt the minor relief, mixed with an ounce of disappointment wash over her body.

"Yeah, come on in, Cas." Selina replied, in a quieter tone than this interaction would normally require as Castiel would have heard her regardless of whether she'd yelled or whispered.

Thank God, literally, for his celestial hearing because Selina did not need any unnecessary noise today and to tell the truth, she was highly tempted to stay in bed all day and not leave unless she absolutely had to.

The bedroom door creaked open and just like that Kit zoomed out from under her covers and disappeared, no doubt heading for the kitchen in search of food and from the smell of bacon that was making Selina feel nauseous again, he was guaranteed to find some.

"Dean asked me to check on you." Castiel told her, his voice riddled with mild disappointment as he'd been secretly hoping to get some Kit-time in whilst they talked – despite having looked after him the entire time the Winchesters were on their extravagant monster hunt around America.

"Scared I'll throw another boot at him for disturbing me?" Selina asked humorously, thinking back to the last time Dean had come barging into her room when she was trying to sleep off her hangover only to end up being greeted by one of her, rather heavy, combat boots.

That'll teach him to knock first – she could have been doing anything but luckily for them both, she'd only been asleep.

"That's a fair assumption," Castiel replied, stepping further into the room as Selina swung her legs over the edge of the bed and took another second to gather herself as it felt like her brain was still on her pillow. "You do get rather angry when you're hungover... and when you're drunk."

"Yeah, among other things." Selina mumbled, and Castiel tilted his head, his eyes narrowing in question before she brushed him off as she didn't exactly want to tell him what she meant as that would mean disclosing what happened last night.

Instead, she stood up, praying she wouldn't fall back over again as she was feeling particularly light-headed and incredibly delicate, like one sudden movement would cause her to empty the contents of her stomach – and her stomach itself – into the toilet bowl.

Selina had never experienced a hangover such as this before – one where she could hear her heartbeat in her ears and feel each and every blink of her eyes. You'd think she would have after having watched both her brothers die and go to Hell at one point but even then it hadn't been this bad.

Although something told her it was more to do with what happened with Crowley than it was the copious amount of alcohol she'd consumed.

"Hey, Cas," Selina said quietly, glancing to her side just in time to see Castiel turn back around to face her. "Would you maybe, um... Would you heal me?"

"Heal you?" Castiel repeated, surprised to say the least as Selina was the last person he'd ever expect to ask him to heal their hangover. Dean did it often, Sam on occasion but never Selina. She'd rather suffer in silence than ever ask to be healed so he could only guess that she felt a whole lot worse than she looked.

"Yeah," Selina nodded, a sheepish smile rising on her face as she edged her way towards him. "I just feel so rough right now and I really don't want to have to deal with it. Not when I already have a thousand things on my mind."

"Is everything okay?" Castiel asked, his face clouding with minor concern before it twisted and his voice dropped deeper than Selina ever would have thought was possible. "Was it Crowley? Did he hurt you last night?"

"What? No, he didn't hurt me." Selina replied sternly, almost offended at the insinuation and she really needed to talk to her brothers at some point about them keeping their mouths shut. "He brought me home and he made sure I was okay, that's all."

Only after I tried to throw myself at him, Selina added mentally. But that wasn't something anyone other than her and Crowley needed to know.

Or rather, it was something only Crowley would know as Selina was sticking with her plan of pretending she couldn't remember anything and she could only pray that he didn't doubt her on it and ask her brothers.

"Will you just heal me, please?" Selina sighed, finding herself done with this conversation and in desperate need of a shower as she smelled strongly of alcohol. And shame.

"Of course." Castiel nodded, opting not to press her on things anymore as he knew how she could get. He made his way further into the room, raising two fingers which he pressed to Selina's forehead when he drew close enough to reach her. "Feel better?"

"Yeah."

No. Strangely, Selina didn't feel much better than she had done seconds ago, which told her that it was, in fact, mostly Crowley related and not tequila-induced like she'd thought. But hey, at least she didn't have a splitting headache or feel physically nauseous anymore – just emotionally nauseous and she really wished she could talk to someone about it – unluckily for her though, no one around her could ever understand what she was feeling therefore she had no choice but to keep it to herself.

"Thanks, Cas." Selina forced a gentle smile, getting a brief nod of the head in return from Castiel before he turned on his heels and headed for the door, just as Dean happened to walk past with a strip of bacon in his hand and a feline friend at his heels.

"Oh good, you're up," Dean said, poking his head around the doorframe as Castiel made his leave. "Sam and I found a case if you want in... Unless you're too hungover." He added humorously, and if they came with soundtracks, he'd have gotten nothing but crickets in response.

"Actually, I feel fine." Well, as fine as could be anyway.

"Really?" Dean said sceptically, raising an eyebrow. "Because you were up singing karaoke songs for an hour straight before Crowley took you home."

"Yes, I'm well aware of that, thank you." Selina replied, outwardly annoyed and she could tell it was amusing Dean by the way he was fighting with the urge to grin. "But if you must know, I got Cas to heal me."

"Damn, you really must have felt rough to allow him to do that." Dean mumbled, stepping properly into her room and watching as Kit dived back onto the bed, curling up in the space Selina had once laid in. "That mean you're up for a case?"

"I guess." Selina sighed, shrugging her shoulders and leaning back against her vanity. She never was one to say no to a case, not when it would offer her a little distraction from the Crowley of it all, and especially when being in the bunker since Henry died just felt so... suffocating. "What is it?"

"Cliff Notes... There's a few residents in Fall River currently missing their hearts." Dean replied, not noticing the slight way Selina seemed to perk up at the mention of the city. Why would he? Only Selina knew where Crowley's base of operations was, therefore he had no reason to suspect anything. "Seems wolf-y but you know how these things go."

"Alright, just let me get showered and I'll meet you in the garage." Selina said, fighting against the urge to smile like a smitten idiot at the thought of working a case in the one city on Earth Crowley currently resided in.

Dean nodded then left, leaving Selina feeling incredibly thankful that Castiel had healed her as it meant she could no longer hear her heart, which was currently beating so fast she ought to see a doctor, in her ears anymore.

Perhaps this case wouldn't offer her as much of a distraction as she might have hoped. But at this point, she didn't care and for once she actually managed to get ready before Dean came looking for her as half the time he ran out of patience waiting for her.

Only, before she could actually leave her room and make her way to the garage her phone rang, the name on screen inciting such a swarm of butterflies to erupt in her stomach that she couldn't bring herself to ignore it this time. She picked it up, taking a deep breath and watching as it rang just a few seconds longer, you know in order to not seem as desperate as she felt.

Eventually though she picked up, and the moment the phone touched her ear it was time to do something she hadn't had much experience in — playing the role of a forgetful drunk.

Fingers crossed she could manage it without too many slip-ups. She'd had enough of those lately.

"Crowley, a little early for a social call isn't it?" Selina never understood that phrase or why it was used so often in movies and TV. As far as she was aware, social calls didn't have a certain or appropriate time, but she just couldn't think of anything else to say.

Other than I know you're a demon and don't have any feelings but I'm fairly certain I'm in love with you, please consider making me your Queen – in name only, obviously.

"What makes you think it's a social call?" Crowley asked, and if he was disappointed that Selina didn't openly remember last night, he didn't let that show in his tone.

"What else would it be?" Selina replied, and she really hoped she sounded as convincing as she thought she did.

"Well, for starters I could be calling to ask for your help."

"My help?" Selina repeated, unable to stop the soft chuckle from leaving her lips. "What could the King of Hell possibly need my help with?"

"Oh, I don't know... But I'm sure I could think of a few things." Crowley said, blatantly flirting with her and enjoying every single second of it. Especially when the silence that followed was filled with not but the sound of Selina's breath shuddering at his words and if he thought hard enough, he could imagine the flutter of her eyelids going along with it.

Keep it together, Selina.

"If you called just to flirt with me," Selina began breathlessly, ignoring the flutter of her chest as it only reminded her of the words she wished to confess. "Then I'm hanging up."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me." Selina teased, getting nothing but dead silence in response which told her that Crowley knew she was serious. And that he was trying his hardest not to say anything else that might be considered flirting.

Not that she minded it as quite frankly, she enjoyed his constant teasing — just not today. Not after last night and certainly not when she was still so vulnerable to temptation that should he say the right thing, it would make her summon him directly to her and scar Dean should he come looking for her – which would be any minute now and for once she was praying for an interruption as she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep this up.

"I'm guessing you don't remember last night?" Crowley finally asked, his voice dripping with enough disappointment that Selina's stomach all but flipped inside her.

"Not really," Selina lied, chewing at her lip as her eyes kept constantly flicking to the door in hopes that Dean would come barging in and to her rescue. "I remember you showing up but after that it's kind of a blur."

That wasn't totally a lie. Last night was a blur for her. Only it was more of a someone had changed life's settings to move at a slower pace than normal, kind of blur.

"I don't even remember coming home."

"I see," Crowley mused, and again he was outwardly disappointed, making Selina physically bite her tongue so as to not blurt out the truth. "Though I must say, I'm not surprised... You were in quite a state when I showed up."

"Yeah," Selina mumbled, glancing down at her feet. "It was our first day back at the bunker since Henry died... Guess it just hit a little harder than I expected it to... Still does, honestly. Must be why I'm so eager to get out of here again."

"Are you sure that's wise?" Crowley questioned, and Selina couldn't help but smile at his concern.

"I mean, in a psychological sense, probably not," Selina said humorously, knowing well enough that there wasn't a shrink around that was skilled enough to deal with what was going on inside her head. "But physically, I'm okay... Thanks to Cas, anyway. And besides... I'm not one to skip out on a hunt. Not when the residents of Fall River are counting on me." She added playfully.

It wasn't exactly the most subtle way of telling Crowley where she was going but it would suffice.

"Fall River?" Crowley repeated, and by his change in tone, that had certainly perked him up a little. " My Fall River?"

"Mhm." Selina hummed, about to give in and do a little teasing of her own before her bedroom door swung open, revealing a rather fed up looking Dean, his folded arms and widened eyes telling her to get a move on without a single word having to pass his lips.

She knew she had previously been hoping for his interruption but now Selina was just pissed. How he always knew the wrong time to show himself, she'd never know.

With a roll of her eyes Selina sighed, "Listen, I gotta go but I'll try and call you later."

And before Crowley even got a chance to reply Selina had hung up, leaving him to bask in the blissful thought of her coming to Fall River. That she would soon be so close to him that, should she want to, he could have her in his very own home, away from any and all interruptions – especially ones that were over six feet tall and drowning in flannel.

In fact, Crowley thought of that and only that for God knows how long. Minutes, hours, days... Truthfully, he had no idea for just how long he had remained on his throne, spaced out with nothing but thoughts of Selina hunting in his home-town rattling around inside his mind. Oh how he'd give anything to see her right now, covered in blood with some poor monster on their knees begging for mercy from her relentless nature – something he once hated yet now, he'd do just about anything to witness first hand.

No doubt it would be the most attractive thing he'd ever see and perhaps it wouldn't be such a good idea for him to actually do it. That didn't stop him though as before he could even think about the consequences of his actions – and after suddenly releasing that he'd been zoned out for so long that the Winchester's hunt might very well be over and for all he knew they could on their way home again — Crowley had disappeared from his throne.

When he reappeared he was still in Fall River, thankfully, standing amidst the darkness and it didn't take him more than a handful of seconds to spot Selina, who was leaning back against the Impala with enough blood covering her that it told Crowley the hunt had gone well. He took a breath, mentally composing himself before he stepped out from the shadows, drawing her attention almost instantly – as though she'd been searching for him since the moment she arrived in town.

Little did he know, she had.

"Let me guess," Crowley began, edging his way closer to her at a pace so purposely slow that he could almost see Selina's hands twitch out of frustration. "Your brothers are inside cleaning up the mess and you're out here... Keeping watch?"

"Something like that," Selina chuckled, a little more breathlessly than under normal circumstances.

But these weren't normal circumstances. They were far from normal and they both knew that, which is why Crowley said nothing on the matter and continued to simply look her up and down, drinking in the sight of her post-hunt and causing such a fire to ignite inside her that she had to remind herself they were in public. And that her brothers were mere feet away from her.

"I must say, darling, red's a wonderful colour on you." Crowley said, drawing his eyes across every single inch of Selina's blood-covered neck as her brows furrowed over his words.

"I'm not wearing any..." Selina began, and she was about to finish the sentence too before Crowley simply raised his eyebrows, lifted his gaze to meet hers and slowly lowered it back down to her neck in meaning.

That's when it hit her. He wasn't talking about her clothing choice, she should have known that as she was wearing flannel and he often made it vocal about his hatred of it. No, he was talking about the werewolf blood that had splattered across her skin and she wouldn't lie, that fire inside her seemed to flare even hotter than hell when she realised that. And when she realised that he was a little turned on by it too and was about three seconds away from throwing himself at her... How the tables have turned.

"Oh." Selina chuckled, dropping her eyes from him and feeling that heat rise to her cheeks a little as she lifted her arm to run her fingers through her hair.

Only she didn't quite make it there as on her way up she got hit with the urge to give him a taste of his own medicine and finally do some teasing of her own. She stopped by her neck, a sly smile rising on her lips as she slowly rubbed her hand across her skin, smearing the blood over the untouched parts and simply relishing in the hunger-filled way Crowley was gazing at her, his chest moving that much more heavily that it had done a second ago.

"I'm gonna kiss you now." Crowley told her, without so much as a hint of questioning as he did think he needed to ask, not with how she was all but inviting him in for a hell of a lot more than a kiss.

And before Selina could have responded, with the words please do, Crowley was all over her, practically mimicking the events of her drunken slip-up – just minus the tequila and future regret. However, this time was a lot more heated now that it was double sided and there was nothing holding them back, except the lingering thought that Sam and Dean might come back from burying the werewolves and spoil the mood by offing Crowley.

But even that didn't stop them and with every breathtaking, passionate and downright intoxicating moment that passed, the two of them seemed to fall into a world of their own. Lost in the moment of the earth shattering kiss and at one point, Crowley's hand slipped under Selina's t-shirt, causing her to jerk her body a little at the sudden coldness of his touch against her heated skin.

"Fuck," Selina whispered against his lips, after forcing herself to pull back so she didn't suffocate.

The moment her lips left his, Crowley dropped his head and began to litter her neck with fiery kisses, uncaring of the blood as in all his long years he'd had worse in his mouth than a little werewolf blood. Selina was all but writhing beneath his hold and from the firm grip she had on his hair, he was fairly certain it wasn't in attempts to free herself and so he gave her more, sinking his teeth into her neck and causing the sweetest sounding moan he'd ever heard to escape the back of her throat.

"Fuck, Crowley," Selina panted, arching her neck to give him better access despite the words she was about to force out. "Fuck, I want this... You have no idea how much I want this but we can't... Not here."

"Say the word and I'll take us someplace private."

Tempting, but she didn't want her brothers calling her halfway through and demanding answers after her mysterious disappearance, thus spoiling the mood.

"No." Selina whispered, feeling as Crowley came to a slow stop and lifted his head, his confusion-filled eyes narrowed in question. She raised her hand, lightly cupping the side of his face before adding, "You said we'll do it right... So let's do it right."

Just like that, Crowley's confusion vanished and a small smile began to tug at his lips. He hooked his arm around Selina's waist, pulling her body flush with his and allowing him to make out the shape of her piercings that lay pressed against his chest, only making it ten times harder for him to stop as he'd love nothing more than to drag her into the backseat of the Impala and completely ravish her.

"You lied to me." Crowley said, in a pitch so deep he could have sworn he felt Selina's legs wobble and had he not been holding her, they might have gave way from under her. "You told me you didn't remember anything from the other night."

"I remember everything," Selina confessed, dropping her gaze to land upon her fingers as they fiddled almost anxiously with the buttons on his shirt. "I just wanted to keep what little dignity I had left by pretending that I didn't."

"There's no need to be embarrassed, darling," Crowley said softly, hooking his finger beneath her chin to gently lift her face up to look at him. His fingertips carried on, ghosting their way across her skin and brushing her hair behind her ear before settling aside her head. "I'm flattered at how much you want me and had you drunk that bar dry I'd have been all over you... but you know I'd never take advantage of you."

"What if I want you to take advantage of me? Sober me, of course." Selina flirted, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth and seeing the fire flare up behind Crowley's eyes again.

"Then I'll tell you what I told you that night." Crowley retracted his hand a little, dragging his thumb down her lips before he leaned in, pressed a soft kiss against them and whispered, "You know where to find me."

And in the blink of an eye, he was gone – which was just as well as no more than five seconds later did Sam and Dean return to the car, covered in mud and looking as grumpy as ever that Selina had once again left them to do the dirty work.

But Selina didn't overly care about that, and she was certainly not going to listen to Dean ramble on about her pulling her weight the entire ride back to the motel, not when she was still in such a heightened state. And even if she wasn't she still wouldn't have paid any attention to him, not when her mind lay entirely elsewhere.

You know where to find me.

Did Crowley mean that literally? Did he want her to just show up at the asylum he talked so much about and cause rumours to start circulating once his demons caught wind of them or did he mean it in the sense of if she called him then he would come to her? Surely if he meant for her to call him, he'd have just said that, right? Honestly, who knows? Crowley was cryptic at the best of times and get him all riled up like that and he might as well start speaking in riddles.

The entire ride back to the motel Selina couldn't help but ponder those words. Perhaps he did mean it literally. Perhaps he simply wanted to have her in the place he called home, that way they'd be free from disturbances and would finally get everything they'd both been craving since that day in the dungeon.

Although, if it was privacy he truly wanted then maybe going to the likes of Paris again would be the best option, at least that way they'd be truly free of any and all interruptions. And Selina wouldn't lie, the thought of her first time with Crowley being in Paris made her quiver in ways she'd never felt before and she was almost tempted to ask him to take her there.

But at the same time, the idea of it being in his home? With the chance of getting caught by unsuspecting demons? Well, she wouldn't deny, it awoke a part of her she never knew she had and by the time midnight came, she'd made up her mind.

Selina waited until the soft snores of her brothers told her they were fast asleep then snuck out of the motel room. It didn't take her long to find a cab and before she knew it she was standing outside Crowley's asylum, where she could only hope that the invitation for her to join him still stood.

After climbing the steps, she reached the door and hesitated, unsure whether to just walk in, text Crowley and tell him that she was outside or if she should knock.

Did demons knock? Did they expect people to knock? Doubtful. They probably didn't expect anyone to be foolish enough to just willingly walk inside an old abandoned asylum that was probably home to multiple species of rodents – and she didn't just mean demonic ones.

The outside of the door was covered in sigils but other than that there was only a cheap lock stopping anyone of a human nature from getting inside. So, before she chickened out, Selina picked the lock then slipped quickly inside, where she came to a sudden stop at what was there to greet her.

Or rather, what wasn't.

There were no knocked over wheelchairs, abandoned gurney's or used needles littering the corridors like she would have guessed. Instead, the interior actually looked... clean – in a mediaeval sense that is as she couldn't help but think she'd wandered back in time and was about to run into Merlin. And she didn't mean the BBC version.

The inside of Crowley's residence looked more like the interior of a castle than it did an asylum, what with the stained glass windows that she couldn't see from outside and the flaming torches that lit up the stone walls surrounding her. It wasn't at all what she had expected but to tell the truth, she was kind of digging it and she had to give Crowley one thing, he did have good taste in decor and she would give anything to be able to decorate the bunker like this.

Nevertheless, Selina carried on through the halls, keeping a firm grip on the angel blade she had stashed inside her jacket. She may be desperate, but she wasn't stupid enough to go waltzing into a demon's den unarmed, not after last time. Although, the further in she got the less she began to think she'd need her blade as there didn't appear to be any souls around, once-damned or not.

That was, until she turned a corner and collided, quite literally, with a demon. A demon whose vessel sported a curly white moustache and looked as though he'd just gotten back from seeing a tailor, she might add. Guess it wasn't just Crowley who favoured a three-piece suit over the usual demon attire.

"Miss Winchester?" The demon spoke, his tone politely surprised yet his face remained emotionless. And it seemed to stay that way, even when Selina pulled out her blade and pressed the tip to the underside of his chin. "There's no need for that, ma'am, I mean you no harm."

Ma'am? Since when do demons call people ma'am?

"You really expect me to believe that?" Selina scoffed, standing firm on her spot whilst glancing over her shoulder should any demons decide to sneak up on her whilst she was otherwise occupied.

"I suppose not given your history with our kind," The demon replied, still as carefree as could be despite who was standing before him. "But rest assured, I would not hurt you. Not when the King has forbidden it."

That seemed to snap Selina out of hunter mode and she unknowingly lowered her blade back down to her side, feeling a strange and particularly warm flutter erupt within her stomach. She raised her free hand, running it over the back of her neck and doing her best to avoid eye contact with who she could only assume was Guthrie – Crowley's right hand man.

"Forbidden it? He's, uh... He's forbidden it?" Selina questioned, flustered being an understatement as she was having trouble believing what she was hearing.

Would Crowley really risk his throne by deeming her, a hunter who has more than likely killed more demons than any other, untouchable?

"Yes, ma'am." Guthrie replied casually, clasping his hands in front of him. "Now, is the King expecting you?"

That's a good question, Selina thought to herself. And she could only hope that the answer was yes.

"I, um..." Selina cleared her throat, still a little shocked from the whole forbidden thing, which is why she couldn't seem to make up a lie that was less likely to arouse suspicion. "No. I don't think he is."

"Right." Guthrie said, remaining emotionless only this time, his eyes narrowed a little. "Well, no matter... I shall take you to him. Follow me."

Selina did so without hesitation, growing all the more certain that she was meant to be here. And a little thankful that she had run into Guthrie otherwise, not only would she still be wandering aimlessly around the halls in search of Crowley, but she never would have found out about the hands off he'd ordered on her – something that only made her crave him even more.

Thankfully, she wouldn't have to wait much longer to show him that as when she turned the corner after Guthrie, he'd come to a sudden stop outside a set of dark wood doors, the handles of which would normally have been made from iron but were purposely changed to steel.

"The King is inside." Guthrie told her, and the second he did he walked off, leaving Selina alone outside of Crowley's room with about a million different thoughts floating around inside her head, pinging off one another and bouncing against her skull like the dvd logo on an old TV.

Would Crowley be happy to see her? To see her here , she should say as his default setting had him always happy to see her. But whether that applied to within the halls of his home... Well, she wasn't sure about that.

But she'd soon find out the answer to that as before Selina could do anything to stop herself, she raised her hand and knocked.

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sorry if chapters are coming slower than usual, I've only been writing a handful of words a day (unless the mood is right) as I don't want to overwhelm myself and so far it's been going well therefore chances are things will continue to be a little slow so please bear with me :)