My World and Hers (a Sam Winchester love story)

Chapter 22: Vegas Week!

<Keira's POV>

I wake to the sound of the library doors slamming shut. I haven't been anywhere else in the 'facility', I'm not allowed outside of the library, but from what I've seen of this place, Crowley gave me the nicest room to stay in.

In truth, the library isn't that bad. I have books to hold my attention, pencils and pens and paper to write/draw with. There's the fire to keep me warm, and blankets when I'm hanging out anywhere else. The furniture is surprisingly comfortable, so no need for a bed. Any time I take a shower, a new set of clothes appears on the bathroom counter. All things considered, I have it pretty good.

Don't get me wrong, I'm miserable-especially when Crowley visits when he's in one of his 'moods'. Things generally go flying and I always end up with a new bruise. The food sucks too. It's not as if I was eating gourmet with Sam and Dean when we were going to fast food joints and roadside diners, but at least at those places the chances of getting food poisoning or something like that was only about fifty percent instead of ninety.

"Keira!"

It's Crowley.

"I'm up here!" I call back before he has to come searching for me.

There are a strict set of rules-both spoken and unspoken-that I have to follow. It's not so hard so long as I remember them all.

"What are you doing up there?" he asks annoyed.

Usually, I'm on the first level on the library, but this time I fell asleep up on the second level. I rub my forehead and arm where little imprints have been made by the book I was laying on.

"I was looking for a new book," I answer as I come down the stairs to see what he wants.

He gives me a funny look.

"You finished Hamlet?"

I shrug and nod.

"Got nothing better to do all day," I reply.

It's a thinly veiled sracastic comment and I know he probably catches it but he doesn't respond.

"How would you like to see the Winchesters again?" he asks.

I frown, my expression wary.

"I would like to be with them again," I say, emphacizing the fact that I'm not just looking at them.

Crowley chuckles. Stupid King of the Cross-roads/Hell...

"How would you like to be with them again?" he ammends, "you know, travelling, hunting, having sex with the Not-so-Jolly Giant."

My cheeks immediately heat up.

"You know I'd do anything," I say, hugging myself.

"That's what I'm counting on," he says, a smug little smirk on his face.

"What, why?" I ask suspiciously, narrowing my eyes at him.

He's planning something and that's never good.

"Why don't we make a deal? You, Keira Bellator, get to be with Sam and Dean Winchester again, if and only if, you bring me monsters of my choosing, alive."

A shiver runs up my spine. I wasn't even born a hunter and I know that this goes against everything we stand for. Giving monsters over to other monsters? Bargaining with said monster? Making a deal with a demon-and not just any demon but the King of the Cross-roads and Hell-for my own freedom?

And what if I can't deliver? I can't tell the boys, even if Crowley says I can. They would never let me. They wouldn't stand for it. They'd end up getting me killed, or worse themselves. So how the hell am I going to sneak monsters past them and deliver them to Crowley?