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

Chapter 13

When I got back to my room there was a male demon holding a pizza box standing outside my door.

"Here you go, ma'am." The demon said.

"Thank you. But please don't call me ma'am. Could you show me where I could get something to drink?"

"Crowley wants me to tend to your needs. So I can get it for you."

"I don't really want a servant. I'm not Crowley."

He just stared back at me.

"Well if you insist, I want to know your name first." I told him.

"Michael. You can call me Mikey though." He replied.

"What does Crowley call you?" I asked.

"Well, generally he just points and gives orders." Michael answered.

"He tried doing that with me too. Well, Mikey, I won't bark orders at you." I told him.

"Now, what would sort of beverage would you like?" Michael asked, getting back to business.

"Um, sweet tea, I guess."

"Yes ma'am." Mikey said before walking away from me, down the hallway.

"Don't call me... never mind." He was out of ear shot then anyway.

After Michael came back I ate my pizza. It was pepperoni, made and cooked just the way I liked it. I don't know whether to be amazed or very creeped out. While I was searching for a place to throw my stuff away there was a knock on the door. Before I could get to the door it opened slowly. Rowena stepped through.

"Hello, dearie." She said. She pointed at the pizza box and cup in my hands, then to the door. They lifted out of my hands and floated out the door.

"How did you do that?" I asked, staring at her in slight awe.

"I'm a witch." She answered, smiling proudly.

"I should have seen that one coming. My father is the king of hell so why shouldn't my grandmother be a witch?"

"What did I tell you about not calling me granny?"

"Technically, I didn't. I called you grandmother."

She narrowed her eyes at me in response.

"I was always wondered who I looked like." I said, holding up a lock of my red hair. "My mom had blonde hair. I have her eyes, I think. I have no idea what Crowley looked like when he was alive."

"He had hair like yours." Rowena told me.

I nodded my head. "Do you think you could do something for me?"

"Depends on what it is." She said as she sat down on the couch and looked at me like she was bored.

"Could you either show me or teach me how to see Dean. You have got to be very powerful. I'm almost sure you could do it." I said quickly.

"Why would I do that?" She said, her face changing from boredom to amusement.

"Because helping me with it would piss Crowley off. We both know you enjoy doing that." I reasoned.

"You have a point." She said with a shrug. "I think I can show you, but are you sure you want to see?"

"Yes. I need to see him." I answered firmly.