One More Night- A Dean Winchester Love Story *COMPLETE*

Chapter 12

After Crowley poofed out of my new room I went to bed. I wanted to look around and explore, but exhaustion was overwhelming me. I pulled my shoes off and laid down in the extremely soft bed. I tossed and turned for what must have been hours before finally falling asleep. When I woke up, I got up and turned the lights on. Even with the large and unnecessarily ornate chandelier on the room still looked dark. The walls were covered in light blue silk wallpaper, the carpeted floor was a slightly darker shade of blue. No pictures or decorations hung from the walls. As far as furniture goes there's the four poster bed I slept in, a dresser, a bookshelf filled with books, and a very comfortable looking couch. Everything looked like it belonged in the room of a princess.

There were three doors in the room, all on different walls. I opened the one on my left to find a very large bathroom. Which is wonderful because my bladder is about to explode. I did my business, washed my hands, and then looked around the bathroom. A large walk in shower, a big bath tub, a sink, and an antique makeup vanity filled the room. I decided to shower, so I stripped down and washed all the dirt and sweat off. The hot water never ran out, which is surprising since I took a very long shower. I wrapped a towel around my body and stepped back into my room to look through the closet. I opened the door across from the bathroom hoping it was the closet.

Thankfully it was. When I opened the door a light flickered on overhead illuminating the walk in closet. One wall was covered in dresses, the other in shoes. There were no pants anywhere. I went through the long line of dresses twice, no pants in sight. Every dress was dark and different. None of them would come above my knee, but some of them would drag on the ground when I walked. Seems like Crowley has a very specific idea of how I should dress. Not wanting to put my dirty clothes back on, I picked a black lace covered dress. It came to my knees and it wasn't too tight. My eyes scanned the long rack of shoes before picking a pair of shiny black heels. I look like the bride of Dracula, I'm definitely going to ask Crowley for a pair of jeans.

I walked around my room a few times to make sure I wasn't going to fall and break my neck in the high heels. When I was confident that I wasn't going to die I opened the third door and walked out into the hallway. I shut the door and looked at it, it was painted light blue with my name painted in cursive at eye level. Jesus Christ, Crowley.

I made my way down the long hallway, my every footstep echoing off of the stone walls. I passed a few doors placed sporadically down the hallway. When I heard screams coming from one I decided to open the door. Immediately I wished I hadn't. A man that looked like Adolf Hitler was wearing a French Maid outfit, bent over while a demon shoved a pineapple where the sun doesn't shine. I immediately slammed the door shut and fought back the urge to vomit. What the hell Crowley? I thought I had issues.

After that disturbing scene I didn't open anymore doors. I found my way to Crowley's throne room out of pure luck. He wasn't there, the entire place was empty. I walked up to the throne and sat down before I could think twice about it. Before I could lean back Crowley was in front of me.

"You're in my seat, love."

"Yes I am." I said, smiling at him.

"Cute. Now get up." He said, sounding serious.

"I think I need to sit here until I get over my mental trauma."

"What happened?" Crowley asked with a voice full of what sounded like concern.

"I walked into a reenactment of a scene from Little Nicky."

"Oh. Did you like that? That was my idea." He said proudly.

"No, I didn't like it. You seriously get torture ideas from movies?"

"Some of my tortures are movies. Behind one of those doors is a group of people being forced to watch The Blair Witch Project on loop for all of eternity."

"I think I'd rather take a pineapple up the ass." I said through laughter.

"On that we agree. But, yes, I am a Sandler fan. I actually discovered him, but that's a story for a different day." Crowley replied, smiling at me.

"Well we just found a few things we have in common. We both hate that movie and we like Adam Sandler."

I got off of his throne and gestured for him to sit, he did.

"Don't forget the humor. You get that from me." Crowley said after he sat down.

I nodded my head and leaned up against the side of the throne. "So, where can I find a pair of jeans around here? Dresses aren't really my thing."

"The heir to this throne will not wear jeans. You're the princess of hell, you should dress like it."

"I look like I'm headed to a gothic tea party."

"You look beautiful. You really looked like a queen sitting on my throne. I might have one of your own made to sit beside mine. I can teach you how to handle those ungrateful demons."

"Thank you." I said, unsure about what to say about the rest of his statement.

"As much as I'd love to continue our conversation, I've got things to do. I'll see you later for dinner though." Crowley said, standing up.

"Is there some way I could get something to eat now?" I asked.

"Of course. I forgot that you have to eat. I'll have someone bring something to your room."

I turned to thank him but he was gone. He's made a habit out of that lately.