kings and queens.

chapter two.

'ASHLINN! HURRY UP! UNCLE CASS IS HERE NOW!' Rowan shouts from the study, her voice piercing.

'I'M COMING GIVE ME A SECOND CHRIST!' I shout back, still getting over my conversation with Crowley as i leave the bathroom.

I rush across to my bedroom, closing the door behind me and dry my hair. It's so long it takes like 3 and a half hours to do my hair and that's if i want it naturally wavy.

With my hair sorta dry, i pin it back into messy plaits begin to rummage through my clothes. Most of the stuff i have used to be my mum's before she died and some stuff Sam got me for my birthday last year. Finally, I decide on a iron maiden top what I stole of Dean, a pair of black skinny jeans, my mum's old leather jacket and, of course, my trusted boots.

Huh, i think i look good. Well, i hope so anyway. I make my way out my bedroom, skipping across to the study where i see Cass and Rowan watching something. Surprisingly, he looks so confused and bewildered. He's cute but innocent.

'Hey Ashlinn! Uncle Cass has a question for you!' Rowan tells me, snuggling up into him as his head tilts to the side.

'Yeah?' I reply, kissing each one of the top of their head once before walking into the kitchen 'What is it Cass?'

'If the butler likes this girl, why is spanking her? Is she a demon?'Cass asks when i suddenly realise.

Oh my, he's found one of Dean's porn videos!

'NO!' I shout out, running into the room and turning it off  'You can't watch that Cass, it's mindfilth!'

'But why was he-' Rowan begins to ask me before i nod my head to the left in a 'shut up!' sort of way.

'Jesus, what's all the yelling about?' Dean shouts, putting on his signature checked pull-over and making his way towards me; kissing me on the top of my head before i bat him away.

'I believe i was watching something called 'mindfilth' what included a butler telling his client that she was a 'good girl' Cass begins to say as Dean splutters on his own laugh.

'Um Cass? Do me a favour, never go near my videos again. It's for you own good' Dean exclaims, a humorous tone still present in his voice.

'I understand' Cass replies as he leaves the room and heads for the kitchen.

Poor little bean.

'Where's Sam?' I ask Dean, flopping myself next to him.

'He's still asleep but that's good i mean, what with the trials and everything.. he needs all the rest he can get at the moment' Dean begins to tell me, a look of concern on his face 'Oh yeah, why does Crowley look so happy?' I just saw him going to the basement beaming'

'Umm.. I... ummm' I stutter out, my hands shaking 'Perhaps he's found a way to destroy Abbadon?'

'Huh maybe, why did you seem so nervous when i said it? Are you having a secret love affair with him?' Dean laughs out, grabbing himself an apple and flipping it around multiple times; before dropping it.

Oh, Dean.

'What? Of course not!' I tell him, my face bright red from the thought of him finding out where i was going tonight.

'Hey, just checking' Dean replies, nudging me in the side before swiping his way through the pages of the local newspaper.

'Have you found a case yet?' Cass begins to say, making his way into the room again and pouring himself a cup of tea which is weird as angels, even fallen ones, don't have much of an appetite.

'Yeah, listen to this. A man was found murdered outside his home, his organs removed from his body' Dean tells us making an inquisitive Rowan come and hover over us from behind.

'Witchcraft?' I ask him, grabbing one of the books from the table and thumbing through it.

'Probably but still better if we go check it out, yeah?' Dean tells me and Cass as we get the equipment and begin to head out.

'Hey! What about me?!' Rowan shouts, stomping her feet on the ground.

'You need to stay here incase Uncle Sam needs anything' I explain to her as we head out to the garage.

'Can i pick the music?' I ask him, hiking my rucksack further upon my shoulder.

'Depends on who you want to listen to though' Dean tells me, unlocking his car and throwing out stuff in the back.

'The stone roses?'

'No chance' Dean replies to me letting out a laugh.

He's a jerk.