Alexis stared at the red illuminated numbers of her alarm clock, quietly counting away the minutes until it was time to get up. At the other side of the bed, she could hear Sam's slow and steady breathing, but unlike Sam, Alexis had barely slept. She couldn't help but to ponder about everything that could go wrong today, and that was way too much in her opinion.

Last night, Sam and Dean had called upon Crowley, telling him they needed his mother's help to talk to Michael. Crowley had  eventually agreed -- after a lot of curses, of course --, after all, he couldn't let some wicked archdemon destroy his homeland. Suprisingly enough, the King of Hell had believed Ten and Eleven, almost as if he knew them. Alexis had been suprised Crowley didn't want anything in return for his and his mother's help, but she was sure, sooner or later; they would had to return his favour.

The illuminated numbers changed to six thirty and the annoying beep sounded through the room. Even though Alexis was already expecting it, she was still a bit startled by the sudden sound. God, she hated that noise. It was too loud. She waited a few more seconds until she heard Sam waking up, and hit the off-button. She rolled over to her other side and smiled when she saw Sam's poofy hair and sleepy eyes.

"Morning," Alexis said, pushing herself a bit up with her elbow and striking some long hairs out of his face with her other hand. She ran her hand through his hair, making it even more poofy. She loved the feeling of his soft hair.

"Good morning, beautiful," Sam yawned. "How'd you sleep?" He grabbed her hand and placed a kiss on top of it.

Alexis shrugged and sat up straight.

"Not well, huh?" Sam sat up as well and wrapped his arms around her from behind, placing soft kisses on her bare shoulder.

A chill rolled down her spine as she felt his sweet kisses, but Alexis tried not to get distracted by his affections. "What if it goes wrong?" she uttered her thoughts that had kept her awake all night long. "What if Rowena doesn't only bring Michael up, but Lucifer as well?"

Sam's kisses stopped for a moment, taken aback by that possibility. "Then we'll take care of it," he whispered, lips lightly brushing her bare skin.

Alexis scoffed, if only it would be as easy as he made it sound. She pushed his arms aside and got out of bed. She grabbed his plaid shirt that was laying over the arm chair, and threw it at his head.

"Get dressed," she said. Sam was still sleepy and hadn't expected anything flying towards him, and the shirt hit him right in the face.

Alexis chuckled when she saw his puppy eyes as he removed the shirt off of his face. He raised an eyebrow. "You think that's funny?"

She tried to straighten her face. "No...?" But the corners of her mouth said otherwise. In a flash, Sam was on her side of the bed and dragged her back in it.

Alexis recognised that mischievous smile. "Don't." She tried to wriggle out of his grip but he was too strong. "We said seven o'clock."

Sam glanced upon the alarm clock. "We still got time," he whispered in her ear.

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"Hello darlings," Crowley greeted the two who were late with his Scottish accent.

Dean zipped up the bag full with weapons ('cause you never know) and suggestively nodded at his brother, knowing exactly why they were late. Sam just rolled his eyes, while Alexis' face flustered just a bit.

Eleven got up from the chair he had been sitting on. "Well then, let's go!"

"Yeah, let's get to Hell," Emily mumbled. She wasn't exactly looking forward to it, as were most of them, actually. The only one who seemed to be excited about it was Eleven.

Ten opened his Tardis with a flick of his fingers, and Eleven stared at him. "No, no, no. We're going with mine."

Ten crossed his arms.

"Mine's better," Eleven argued. "Yours can't manage two of us in the same space."

"Fine." Ten walked towards the other Tardis and Eleven opened the door for them all. Dean swung the bag over his shoulder and silently wished this would all end well. Alexis, Sam, Gil, Emily, Castiel, Serena, Jamie, Rory, Amy and Dean all got in the time machine. (A/N: I hope I didn't forget anyone, haha)

"I'll see you there." Crowley eyed the blue police box suspiciously and in a crimson red cloud, he disappeared.

"I still don't like the new decorations," Ten mocked while Eleven closed the door behind Dean who came in last.

Eleven looked offended and walked towards the hexagonal panel, pulling several switches.

"You may want to hold on to something," Jamie warned them as she grabbed the rail behind her.

Dean raised his eyebrows and placed the bag on the floor, following Jamie's example. Eleven looked around to make sure they wouldn't get thrown around through the air, and pulled down the last lever. The time rotor started to move and its sound echoed through the space. Soon, the Tardis started to move and Gil stared with wide eyes at Eleven, who seemed to have fun as he was grinning like a child. She couldn't believe they were traveling through time and space, it always had seemed impossible in her mind.

Emily, however, seemed to get a bit nauseous by all the rapid movements. "Maybe we should have taken Crowley's route," she muttered, more to herself than the others, but then the jolting and bouncing stopped and a bit shakingly, Emily let go off of the rails. She walked towards the door and opened, meeting the annoyed face of Crowley.

"Look who decided to show up after all."

"How do you mean?" Eleven asked confused.

"Took you long enough."

Eleven frowned.

"It's been two days," Crowley clarified, clearly annoyed.

Ten send an angry glare in Eleven's direction, who just shrugged it off with an 'Oops'. Amy sighed, at least it hadn't been fourteen years, right?

The group stepped out of the Tardis and Jamie, Rory and Amy stared at their surrounding. If you didn't know this was Hell, you would have thought it's just the hall of an ancient castle. It was gloomy and, unlike as you would expect, kind of chilly. The brick walls were illuminated by torches and mould covered some grooves between the stones.

Suddenly, a woman with red hair and cat-like eyes stepped out of the shadows and smirked. "Hello, boys." She paused for a moment. "And girls," she added.

Jamie guessed that had to be Rowena, the mother of the King of Hell... She looked mischievous, almost as if she was up to something.

"Let's talk to the archangel, hm?" she purred.

Yep, definitely up to something.

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A/N: With a huge thanks to IrisvanBommel who assured me the fluff wasn't cringe-worthy and gave some suggestions, thanks gurl ;)

So, well then, second chapter with fluff...nailed it. Hahaha...

Hope you girls enjoyed this chapter!

Yeah, I know. So lame, but it's so funny xD

PS. I want to start a new book, but I already have so many up! Somebody stop me!

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