The Meeting (A Supernatural/ Crowley Fic)

Chapter 6: Come Together

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for the many people that have read this wonderful story. I started writing this story a year ago with one of my best friends, and it's because of him that I was able to share it. Here is a new chapter, and I hope that you're all ready for what's about to come. Much love to you all.

Geneviene was going to have to do something with the Winchesters before too long. They had probably planned on killing Crowley. There was no doubt about it, whatsoever. If anything, she'd have to protect the King of Hell with her life. If she had to die because the Winchesters couldn't save her now, so be it. But there was more than what met the eye. Geneviene had only a small remainder of humanity in her, and it'd be spent on saving someone that she absolutely loved. There was no doubt about it.

Right now, her and Crowley had relocated to Hell for the time being. Even though the Winchesters were barred up, they could still find a way to bust themselves out of the cells that she had prepared for them. All that was left was a plan to tear the brothers apart, and she would do anything to make sure it was done.

"Crowley... it's been awhile. Shouldn't we see if they have found a way out?" Geneviene asked, her voice soft as she spoke.

"Gen, you know just as well as I do that it would be a bad idea if we did so. It'd put both you and I at risk, and we cannot risk that. We must stick together no matter what," Crowley replied, his voice stern.

Geneviene nodded. "I suppose so. But who's to say that they can't try and lure us to their location, even if they happened to get out?"

"That's a point that I'll take as a grain of sand. As of now, we don't speak about that, you understand?"

"I do."

Geneviene thought for a moment and went into another room where she could go and clear her mind. She'd read a book so then she didn't have to have those worries on her mind. If that were to be the case, she never thought that she could finally rest. She probably would never rest until the Winchesters were done for. What was it that they called it? Saving people. Hunting things. The family business? Bah! It was a stupid thing to say. What if people didn't want to be saved from the horrors of the world, such as herself? Would they have to die for the sake of their purposes?

It was a plausible thought, for the sake of discussion that she would have with Crowley later. But for right now she would leave that alone.

Geneviene pulled a book off a bookshelf and opened it. For Crowley being the King of Hell, he surely had been versed in such recent literary ages. She had pulled out a classic, Anna Karenina. She had heard of some people reading it, but she never really knew how great it was. She had read other books such as Anne of Green Gables, Wuthering Heights, and The Scarlet Letter. But this book just happened to scream at her.

She started to read and soon was enveloped in the book. Little did she know that Crowley had followed her to the room a short time after she had left. She had been so engrossed that her surroundings were nothing important. It had been that way since she could ever remember.

She wasn't a demon, but she didn't really have a lot of humanity left in her. What would that do to her in the future? Could it turn her into a demon, or would it leave her unscathed?

"What have you set your sights on, love?" Crowley asked.

"This book. It's called Anna Karenina," Geneviene replied, her voice mellow and still somewhat distracted by the words on the page.

"A classic, if I do say so myself."

"You've read it?"

"No. But it's categorized as a classic."

"Point taken."

Crowley walked over to Geneviene and planted a kiss on her lips. They had grown closer as the plan to destroy the Winchesters had been implemented. If it hadn't been Crowley, she would have been dead forever. She would be forever grateful for what he had done for her.

Their lips parted.

"Later, we will talk about what we will do with the Winchesters. For now, I'd rather stray away from thinking about them," Geneviene whispered, low enough to where only her and Crowley could hear. No other demon in earshot could hear.

"It sounds fair enough to me." Crowley responded. "Would you like to see how I rule down here?"

"I'd love to," Geneviene replied.

Crowley took Geneviene by the hand and brought her back to the throne room. He made sure that she had a place to sit next to him, so she could see it from his perspective. She had never seen anything like what he was about to show her, and she was excited.

"Geneviene, I'd like to show you how order is instilled here in Hell. Order has not been here since the reign of Lucifer, and now because of me, I have re-introduced it," Crowley told her, placing himself on the throne which he ruled from.

"It'd be my honor to be shown," she replied.

As Geneviene looked out into the room and through the doorway, Crowley whispered in her ear, "And one day I will make you my Queen."