I See Red // Crowley

04 || I DO HAVE A HEART YOU KNOW

Have you ever had a headache so bad it felt like little, tiny construction workers were using jackhammers inside your head? That you felt so nauseous because of it, it was like you were pregnant?

Have you ever felt as though your head was ten times bigger than it actually was? With a bell swinging back and forth inside, pounding off either side of your skull and shaking your entire brain with it?

Well Selina had.

Or rather, she was currently experiencing that exact one as the morning after their little slumber party in a sleazy motel she woke with the worst headache imaginable. To the point where she hadn't been able to open her eyes for a good ten minutes after she woke up and when she did it felt like she'd just looked directly into the sun. Through binoculars.

Selina had never quite experienced a headache such as this before. Never one to this extent. Where she could barely open her eyes and when she did it was like they weighed a ton. One where when she sat up, it was like she was floating, her body swaying back and forth as her soul drifted from within her. Or at least, that's what it felt like.

If she was being honest, she felt miserable. She felt sick to her stomach, and she hadn't even eaten anything. Nor could she as her breakfast pancakes went untouched until she gave them to Dean, who'd been eyeing them up from the moment she started picking at them with clear intentions of not eating them as she didn't think she could stomach them.

But more importantly she was sick of the beating inside her ears. Like there were two tiny little hearts inside each drum, pumping away and driving her to the point of insanity. And all she wanted to do was go back to the bunker and crawl into bed, with all the lights turned off and an ice pack on her head.

But she couldn't. At least, not yet anyway. She had to stick around to make sure her brothers and Crowley behaved otherwise they'd never get Kevin's mother back and this all would have been for nothing. She knew it would pass, it always did and once the painkillers she'd taken took effect, she was sure she'd be feeling like her usual self again soon.

However, until then she'd remain miserable. More so than usual as she seemed to have forgotten that the fourth member of their little group, the demon member, took up the other half of the Impala's backseat. Meaning Selina couldn't lie down across it like she normally would have on days like this, rendering her uncomfortable from the moment she climbed into her brother's beloved car.

Annoyedly Selina shuffled in her seat, the leather squeaking beneath her as she tried her hardest to find a comfortable position. She'd already tried resting her head against the window, but that only made things ten times worse than they already were.

What from the brightness around them that burned her eyes, to the slight vibrations of the moving car that shook the glass beneath her and only added to the headache itself, accelerating the tiny jackhammers inside it and making her groan from discomfort.

Her boots lay discarded on the floor, a blanket wrapped around her fragile feeling body and she lifted her legs up onto the space between her and Crowley, who was partially adding to her misery simply by being there.

If only he'd told them where Mrs Tran was then she'd have been able to lie down properly instead of having to suffer like this.

And Crowley could tell she was. He could tell Selina was miserable and part of him was tempted to offer her his lap as a pillow, with something like her jacket on top of it, of course. But he bit his tongue, even despite how much it seemed to pain him to do, as he knew that wouldn't go over well with her brothers.

Hell, Dean would probably stab him for even offering and then all of Selina's uncomfortableness would have been for nothing. And Crowley didn't exactly want that to happen. So, he said nothing.