Keep Me Holy

Chapter Twenty One- Fulfilled

He smiles and backs me up against the wall, a deep growl forming in the back of his throat. "You know, I don't play too nice sometimes."

"Hm," I smirk, "not even for me?"

"Well, I really don't make exceptions. But maybe for you." he kisses the sides of my face.

"Maybe?" I cross my arms and look away.

"Oh, hard to get now, are we?" He smirks.

"Maybe.." I turn away and walk to the opposite side, my arms still crossed.

"Oh darling.." he sneaks up behind me and snakes his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. "Is this how it's going to happen?"

"How what's going to happen?" I turn around and get close to his face.

He surprises me with a sweet kiss on the lips, holding me tight to make sure I don't try to break away. "This.." He moves me to the bed. After that, I don't remember too much.

- later that evening-

I open my eyes and find myself in bed. My own bed. But there's a pair of arms around me.

"Good evening.." he kisses the top of my head.

"Mm, good evening." I smile back, "Would you like something to eat?"

"Anything will do." he moves his hands and rubs his eyes.

"Good. I think I saw some steak.." I say as I stand up and throw on some more appropriate clothes for cooking.

"Oh, sounds perfect." he smirks.

I roll my eyes and head downstairs. I get to the kitchen and throw open the freezer, looking for the steak.

"Hmm.." I say to myself. I find it underneath all the frozen veggies.

"Find anything good?" Crowley asks.

I turn around and find him back in his usual attire.

"Got the steak." I hold it up. "How do you like it?"

"Doesn't matter to me." he shrugs.

I turn around and smile to myself. After 20 minutes, dinner was ready.

"So.." Crowley says casually.

"Yeah?" I look up at him.

"Are we.. well.." he looks questioningly at his food.

"That's up to you to decide. If you want to, that fine." I slowly chew the last bite of my steak and take a few sips of water.

"Want to what?" I hear from behind me.

I whip around as Crowley looks up.

"Sam." I say.

"Hey, how you feeling?" He looks at me, concern on his face.

"Much better, thanks. Where's Dean?" I look around, confused.

"He's at the hospital." he replies.

"What happened?!" I shout.

"It's not him, it's Bobby. He was shot." Sam walks to the fridge and pulls a few things out. I stare at the floor in complete shock.

"We'll be home as soon as we can. For now, Dean and I are trusting that you can make sure nothing happens while we're gone." he looks at Crowley.

Crowley nods his head in agreement, shoving a fork full of steak into his mouth.

"Good. We'll be back soon." he walks to the door. "See ya!" he calls.