Hard To Deal With (Supernatural Fanfic)

Dinner With a Demon

I listened through the wall as Bobby recanted his deal to the Winchesters. He left out the detail of him kissing Crowley, but I knew that it would come up eventually. Certainly enough, I had just sat the food down and was preparing to take a seat myself when Sam spoke.

"Did you kiss him?"

Dean gave him a look. "Sam!"

"Just wondering."

I waited for Bobby's answer. "No," he protested, giving each of them a look.

We all swung are heads at the door way when we heard a loud throat clear.

Crowley himself stood with a phone in his hand. The phone was proudly displaying a picture of him kissing Bobby.

"Why'd you have to take a picture?" Bobby asked awkwardly.

"Why do you have to use tongue?" Crowley shot back. I couldn't hide a snicker at the awkward silence and his gaze swung to me. "Well, hello, love. Long time, no see."

I rolled my eyes. "Quit it with the complements, Crow, or I might think that you miss me."

He gave a fake shudder. "Miss you? Hardly so."

Dean looked between both of us. "What the hell went on between you to? How did you know Val, Crowley?"

"As if I wouldn't remember the only human who has ever found a loop hole in one of my deals. Pesky thing, that English language."

"I simply said could instead of should," I said pointedly. "You should have been paying attention."

His gaze caught mine. "It isn't my fault that I was distracted."

I rolled my eyes. "Even if I had said would, do you honestly think that having me as a slave would be a good idea?"

"I think that having you as a slave would have been a very good idea."

I would have blushed at the innuendo if I hadn't spent three years in Hell, making his life a living, well, you know. Bobby cleared his throat and my attention was jerked back to him. "Oh, I did say that I'd tell you, didn't I?"

"Out with it, Val. And just when did this happen because I can't remember ever teaching you to make a deal with the devil?" He shot a glare at the boys.

"About five years ago, I made a deal with Crowley that if he would acquire a certain item that I need, then I could be his slave. I spent about three years in hell following leads that he'd give me on where you find it. But in between the leads..." I turned to Crowley. "You never did find your favorite dress jacket, did you?"

His eyes widened. "That was you! But it was reported missing after you were gone."

I pointed to the couch where it was thrown. "Well, I managed to take it with me. It's very warm, you know."

"Why do I bother with you? You steal my hellhound, make a deal with me and then find a loop hole, kill my Demons for giggles, and steal my frigging clothes!"

I batted my eyelashes at him. "And yet I'm the awesomest chick you've ever met."

He shook his head. "I'm leaving." And then he was gone.

"Well, bye then," I muttered. "Thanks for saying it too."

"What is it that you got in the deal?"

I tried not to let my eyes widen. "It wasn't anything." I got the food and carried it out onto the table. Mashed potatoes, corn, biscuits, and steak. "Eat up, please." I sat down and made sure that my earlier statement was final.

Sam picked up a steak that I had set aside. "I don't think that this one is... Dead." His disgusted expression nearly made me laugh.

I quickly snatched it. The steak was bloody and close to raw. It was the only way I could eat it without getting sick, at least since I got the necklace. Before I had gotten it, I had to drink pure blood. I was only a step up from the thing that was indiscriminately killing people. "This one is mine. Sorry about that." I ignored their looks. Bobby knew what I had to do when I was living with him and he wasn't grossed out at all.

Finally, the boys started shoveling food onto plates and eating. I slowly cut my steak, praying that the necklace would once again work its magick. But I was disappointed. A sickness rose inside my stomach as I took the bite and I knew that something had gone wrong. The necklace stopped working. I slowly put down my fork.

"If you'll excuse me," I said as I stood up. "I'm feeling rather tired from my long trip and would prefer to go to my room now. Pie is in the fridge if you want it for dessert." Dean gave me a look that said he loved me. I smiled faintly at Bobby before walking, more like running, away.

I went into my room and collapsed onto my bed.

"Well, tired aren't we?" I heard a familiar British voice ask.

I lifted my face from the pillows and glared up at Crowley. "What the hell do you want?"

"You," he answered simply.

"I wasn't kidding."

"Neither was I. There's something fascinating about you, something I have never seen in another mortal. I like it."

"Well, I am quite tired, so if you wouldn't mind going back to Hell..." I trailed off as I buried my face into the pillows.

After a few minutes of silence, I finally lifted my head, assuming he was gone. Instead he was spread across my bed with his hands behind his head. When he saw me glaring he shrugged. "I can't," he said simply.

Shit! The Demon trap. I had forgotten that it was over my bed in the painting. And I had no idea how to break it. "Shit," I said, this time aloud.

"Which one of us will be leaving then?"

I flipped around glance directly at him. "I'm not going anywhere, so you had better just keep your hands to yourself." I pulled a knife out from underneath my pillow. "Or you will be deep throating this knife."

"Oh, darling. I love it when you talk dirty to me."

I ignored him and turned into my side, facing away from him. Surprisingly enough, I fell into a quick sleep. But it was anything from peaceful.

Screams. Every night I hear them. Another terrifying shriek made me jump. I heard the door of the cage I was in open and I shrank back into the corner. "Please leave me alone," I whispered. The man paid me no mind and grabbed the chain that connect my brother and  I.

He severed it and instead of taking me, he took him. My eyes widened in shock and as his eyes turned to me, I saw the overwhelming fear in them. "Val! Don't let them take me! Please, Val."

But I couldn't do anything but stare. Another chain kept me from going after them and I was to weak to break it. It wasn't until after he left that I whispered, "I'm sorry, Miguel. So sorry."

And then the screams continued, only the higher pitch of my younger brother joined in. And I couldn't do a thing but listen.

My cheek was on something soft. A hand was going through my hair and I jerked at the sensation. My eyes flashed open and I saw that I had crawled onto Crowley during the night. He simply watched me and whispered, "Go back to sleep, love. It was only a nightmare."

Even though I was next to the king of Hell, my eyelids drooped and I fell asleep again, only this time, instead of a nightmare there was another dream. A hot, steamy dream starring me and one little pesky Demon. I'd give you details, but they aren't exactly appropriate.