Reunited

Sitting on the edge of his chair rubbing his hands nervously together, Crowley can't stand the feeling of uselessness. He should be doing something for her, anything. He put Elsie into this situation and now he's lost as to how to help her. Standing and pacing fretfully around the room, pouring himself a glass of scotch and forgetting to drink as he again peruses the many spell books searching for any information that he can apply to his current predicament, Crowley almost jumps out of his meat suit when his phone vibrates in his pocket. He practically throws his drink into the sink before he retrieves his phone fumbling in the process. Steadying his voice before he answers, not willing to share his nervousness with Sam, "Moose, what the hell took you so long?"

"Crowley, she's awake. She wants to talk to you…Now." Sam is standing to the side of the room watching Elsie's calm demeanor with interest.

Before he can expect a response, Crowley stands in front of Sam, sliding his phone back into his pocket. Elsie raises her head and regards him with calm cool eyes, the look sets Crowley even more on edge. Elsie stands and walks to Crowley slowly as a predator would stalk their prey, she glances to Sam and nods her thanks. "I'd like some time alone with him, if you don't mind." Sam's relieved look tells it all, he's only too happy to leave this emotionally charged room. He quietly makes his exit glancing back at Crowley with a slight smirk. Sliding his hands into his pockets, Crowley takes on a defensive stance facing Elsie head on, his dominating posture however is a pitiful attempt to hide the guilty expression written all over his face. "Hello Love, I'm glad to see you back on your feet" Crowley tries his hand at a smile.

"I saw everything."

Crowley takes an anxious step back. "You have to believe..."

"I heard everything." Elsie interrupts.

"Yes… it was an unfortunate..."

Elsie is standing so close to Crowley now that he can read the pain clearly in her eyes. Elsie interrupts him again, "I FELT EVERYHTING."

Dropping his head, defeated, unable to connect his brain to his mouth, heart racing and mind searching for anything to say, Crowley is at a loss. Every bone in his body wants to reach for her, the agony of the last few days without her has rendered him an untidy mess, the passions coursing through him so unfamiliar that he didn't know how to deal with them. He stands there with his hands to his sides, head down, waiting for the crucial blow he knows he deserves.

"As I was…sorting… through your memories trying to regain a sense of self, I became curious. I wanted to know, was there ever any part of you that wasn't using me?" Elsie reaches for Crowley's chin as he winces, she places her pointer finger under his chin and raises his head so that their eyes meet. "I searched your memories looking for the first night we were together. I wanted to feel what you felt that night, you understand? I need to feel what you felt for me, if anything at all."

Crowley opens his mouth to speak, but is silenced by a finger placed softly to his lips. Her eyes on him are sharp, her shoulders tense, but her voice is soft, barely above a whisper. "As I found my way to that night in the mess of your memories all tangled together with mine, something happened." It's Elsie's turn to look away, her strong resolve slowly coming unraveled, shoulders drooping and tears welling up in her eyes. "You came to me. It wasn't a memory, it was…I suppose it was my imagination. You waved your finger at me, you told me that was private information. But you weren't physically in this room, so in my mind, I wouldn't let myself go there. Why do you think that is Crowley? What do you think that means?'

"Relationships are built on trust." Crowley reaches for her hand. He runs his thumb over her palm catching Elsie's eye and beseeching her to forgive him. "You taught me that, and it must be a firm belief of yours, to stop yourself from moving forward."

"That's not the conclusion I came to."

"And what conclusion was that?"

"I was too scared to face the truth of how you actually feel about me."

Crowley lets out a long slow breath. This is all such unfamiliar territory to him, the snarky demon doesn't do all this sharing and caring, lovey-dovey emotional bonding. "I'm no Naomi, I can't offer deep emotionally clarifying therapy sessions. I can't make you believe me." Crowley runs his free hand through his hair, still clinging tight to Elise with his other. "All I can do I promise to show you, I can be there for you, like I am now. Elsie, we cast the spell, I am bonded to you, the Winchesters wouldn't raise a hand to hurt me now. So why not just drop you off here with Gigantor and walk away?"

"I'm an investment. You've invested countless hours in me, over many years. It wouldn't be like you to just drop an investment that important to you and walk away."

Releasing Elsie's hand and throwing both of his up in frustration, Crowley turns away from her. "Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it! How do I prove to you that you've become more to me than just a means to an end?"

Elsie takes an unsteady breath, her heart screams at her. She feels as if she's reaching into her chest and ripping it out herself. "I don't think there is anything you can do Crowley. I think it's best if you do leave. If you drop me off and walk away. It's best we say our goodbyes right now. Crowley, you and I, we are one now. Our souls are twined tightly together, distance won't change that. I can do for you what you need me to without mixing a chaotic relationship into the pot. I don't believe that your capable of the love that I feel for you. You should go."

Crowley vanishes.