kings and queens.

chapter three.

~~ Skip to the end of the hunt because i'm too lazy to do the hunt in detail ~~

'Ow! My leg hurts!' I exclaim, hobbling over to the impala and opening the boot.

The boot always smells of burgers and whiskey which in a funny way reminds me that it belongs to Dean and Dean only.

'Well, that is what happens when a witch throws you against a brick wall' Cass replies to me, getting into the back and sitting like a statue.

It's kind of funny in a weird way because me and Dean or Sam don't really care about how we have to sit in the sacred car but with Cass, it's like he is waiting for his case to come in.

'Never would have thought of that!' I shout back, sarcasm present in my voice.

'Ashlinn, are you sure you're okay?' Dean asks me as he makes his way over to the car and helps me put the stuff in 'I mean, she really did a number on you back there'

'Yeah, i'll be fine; i've had worse as you already know!' I reply, letting out a wry laugh before slamming the boot shut and making my way into the front of the car with Dean.

I flick through his old cassette tapes, the plastic cold against skin. They vary from the hives through to AC/DC. He doesn't believe in getting a CD player installed in his baby as it's too 'precious' to modify it. It's creepy, isn't it?

'Um, what are you doing?' Dean says to me as he makes his way into the car, making me jump slightly.

'She was looking for her musical tape' Cass replies to him, flicking a bit of demon off his trench coat.

Ugh. I love him but he's so truthful it's actually annoying sometimes.

'Come on Dean! You never let me have my tape on! Please!' I beg him, a pleading tone present in my voice.

'What did you want to listen to?' Dean asks me, rolling his eyes and starting the car up; the sound from the engine lightly deafening me.

'The neighbourhood?'

'No chance'

'Please, come on!'

'...FINE!' Dean shouts, slotting the tape inside the stereo as I sit their with a Cheshire cat grin on my face.

Ha, I won.

When we arrive back, i run up to my bedroom; my once plaited hair flowing behind me. I hate having thick hair, it makes things harder. 

Making my way into my bedroom, i grab my phone from my bedside table and see it has multiple texts from Crowley.

Crowley - Hello darling, just as a side note. Don't wear your hunting stuff, the less the better.

Crowley - Also, just send me a message when your ready.

Well, that's not at all creepy or mysterious?! I swear, this gets more and more weird everyday.

I rummage through my clothes, a mass of different things flying behind me. Ugh, no-one in this house understands how hard it is for me to actually find some clothes to wear what aren't too small for me. I mean, i know it's hard to lead a normal life as a hunter but come on, a trip to a clothing shop wouldn't be that much of a burden for them. Would it?

After a good half-hour of searching , I finally decide on my black-lace underwear set  and a rolling stones t-shirt dress with my unplaited hair flowing over my shoulders.

Hopefully, this is okay. I mean, it's less than normal. I'll tell you what though, it's so cold wearing clothes like this. Flopping myself on the edge of my bed, i grab my phone and text him.

'No need to text me love, i'm already here' Crowley says from behind me, taking my phone from my petite hands and turning me around to face him.

'How.. how did you get here so quick? I haven't even messaged you' I ask, bewildered and confused.

The smell of his cologne intoxicates my senses and my heart starts to beat rapidly. Oh no, not this again.

'That doesn't matter, what matters most is getting you out of those clothes' Crowley replies to me, his power pushing me against my bedroom door as he traces my jawline with his index finger.

'What? Is this a dream?' I reply, my mind going insane and my eyes going as wide as flying saucers 'Are you a dream?'

''Ashlinn, if i was a dream; could i do this?' Crowley whispers in my ear as he traces his hand down my body and to my breasts, his nail going against my nipple.

'Oh my! We shouldn't be doing this' I say, trying to escape his grasp before he slams his lips onto mine.

They taste like scotch and something what i can't put my finger on. He bites my lip as he throws me onto my bed and straining the matress.

'You don't even like me' I say to him, pulling a piece of hair away from my face and looking into his eyes.

'Oh love, I've always liked you. From the first time i saw you' Crowley whispers in my ear before slamming his lips onto mine again.