You sat on the bed in yet another rundown motel and flipped through the book Sam had given you. When you asked for something to read you meant like a novel, not a book about demons. You tossed the book aside and glanced between the brothers. Sam was on his computer looking for another hunt. Dean sat on the couch watching TV and drinking a beer.

You flopped back on the bed with a groan. "I'm bored, Winchesters."

"Quick. Call for backup. She's bored," Dean said in a flat tone.

"Kiss my ass, Deano," you retorted. Sam chuckled. One of your favorite pastimes was bickering with the elder Winchester.

"Bare it, baby," he said with a laugh.

"Listen, you--" You heard something odd in the distance and sat up.

"You gonna finish that thought, sweetheart?"

"Shh. Listen." You stood then and cocked your head. The brothers instantly fell silent and stood with you.

There was a long stretch of silence and then the sound came again. The mournful baying of a pack of hounds. Your eyes met as you all heard it. Then it came again, closer, louder. "Hellhounds," the three of you said in unison.

"Anyone make a deal lately?" You asked, only to have both brothers deny this was their doing. "As much as I would like to say they're here for someone else, we're the ones hearing them."

The baying turned into growls, barks and snarls the closer the sound got. You all looked at each other. "Run." You fled the hotel room intending to head for the impala only to skid to a stop as it came into view. You slammed a hand down on each of the brother's shoulders. "Wait. They're on the car."

Sam and Dean stared at you with wide eyes. "You can see them?"

"Yep. Don't know how. Don't care. There's three of them and they are looking right at us." You stepped backward, pulling the brothers with you. "I have a plan. Head for the trees."

They didn't argue as they did what you said. You'd saved their asses more than once, they weren't going to question you at this point.

Your plan wasn't the best. In fact, it sucked but it was the only shot you had. If it failed completely, at least the Winchesters would have a chance to escape. As you ran through the woods, you fell back bit by bit. Eventually, the brothers were out of sight and the hounds sounded terrifyingly close.

You turned, stumbling back a couple of steps as you saw all three hounds heading straight for you. "Hello, puppies. Aren't you pretty? Such good doggies. Yes, you are." You hoped the brothers didn't backtrack. They'd think you'd lost your mind. You'd been born with an affinity for animals. You hoped the fact you could see the hellhounds meant it would work on them.

You just kept repeating soothing words like you would to any other angry animal. The hounds came to a stop and surrounded you, their heads cocking as you continued to speak to them. You eased closer to one, your hand out in front of you. "Hello, pretty. You're a good girl, aren't you?" You placed your hand on top of the smoky head, surprised to feel the heat that radiated from the animal. You scratched behind the ears. The animal released a contented whimper and sat.

The other two nudged their companion out of the way, anxious to get their own attention. You laughed in pure relief. You fell to the ground and began to pet the hounds, rubbing their bellies and scratching behind their ears. Two laid their heads in your lap while the other curled around your back and laid its head beside you.

Now the question was, how did you quit petting the hounds without getting killed. You fished around in the pocket of your jacket and pulled out your phone. You called Sam as he was the more level-headed one. He shouted your name in greeting. "Where the hell are you?"

All three dogs picked up their heads and growled. "Sammy, I need you to shut up. Right now." He probably thought you were insane as you were talking to him in your good dog voice. "Crowley. I need Crowley."

"Seriously? I'm not sure that's a good idea." Sam kept his voice quiet this time for which you were eternally grateful.

"He likes me, remember? Tell him about the hounds."

"How do you know he didn't send them?"

You weren't going to debate this with him. Crowley had his own agenda. You knew that. You also knew that he wasn't the one who sent these dogs. No, he liked you enough that if he decided you needed killing, he'd see to it himself. "Sam. Crowley. Now." With that, you hung up. You had puppies to dote on.

"Bloody hell, Sweetheart. I was worried I was only going to find pieces of you," that thick accent said several minutes later and you turned your head to find Crowley. His brow was furrowed in worry as he took in you and his hounds.

At the sound of his voice, the hounds jumped to their feet. Your eyes widened as they moved to stand between you and Crowley.

He stared at you in amazement. "What did you do to my hounds?"

"I just scratched their ears and rubbed their bellies, Crowley. When's the last time you showed them some affection?" You got to your feet.

He blinked in disbelief. "They're hellhounds, love. They're not exactly predisposed to affection."

You shrugged. "That's all I did. It's not like I cast a spell on them or anything."

He arched a brow as he studied you. With a snap of his fingers, the hounds were gone, back to wherever they came from. You fake pouted. "You didn't even let me say goodbye."

He scowled and tilted his head. He moved across the ground with angry strides. You found yourself backing up into a tree. He put his hands on either side of you, pinning you in. "They're hellhounds, love. I have never seen them act like that with anyone. You're lucky they didn't rip your bloody head off and you're worried you didn't get to tell them farewell?" His voice got louder as he went along and you were wincing by the end. He dropped his head and took a deep breath. "How did you know they wouldn't kill you?"

"I didn't. I have a way with animals. I always have. It was worth a shot. And if I failed, it gave the boys a chance to escape."

His face turned red and his jaw grew firm as he clenched his teeth. "You risked yourself for Moose and Squirrel? Do you have any—"

You placed your fingers on his lips cutting him off. "I'm fine, Crowley," you said and moved your hand.

"But—"

You placed your fingers against his lips again. "I'm fine." This time when you moved your hand he kept his mouth shut and kept his gaze locked with yours. After a moment, he leaned forward, slamming his lips into yours. You had a stunned, startled minute and then you kissed him back.

When he broke the kiss, he pressed his forehead against yours. "Give me your phone."

You were confused but did as he asked. His fingers flew over the screen as he programmed a number into it. You glanced at it when he handed it back. Your lips twitched. "Sexy Devil?"

He smirked and backed away from you. "Call me directly next time, love. You're so much more fun than the boys." Another step back and he disappeared from sight.

***

It was two hours later when Crowley's phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and smiled when he saw he had a text from you, his favorite hunter. He clicked on the icon with anticipation but his smile quickly fell when he saw the text.

Kiss the puppers for me. Do they have names? They really should have names, Crowley.

He shook his head and sent a quick reply before putting his phone away.

HELLHOUNDS, love.

He turned just before shutting his bedroom door. "Come on, Rex. You can sleep with me tonight." The hellhound ran over and bumped against his master's leg. "I'm not kissing you though."