Not Your Typical Home

Chapter 3

AN: Sorry this took so long and that it is so short. I haven't taken the time to write over the holidays and I hate dialogue, which is all this chapter is really. So here you go. Geronimo.

"Why are you acting so different all of a sudden? Demons never care about anyone but themselves, so why the change?" The angel asked bluntly, standing just inside the door. He saw no point in beating around the bush here.

Crowley, with his eyes scanning the vast bookshelf that covered the wall behind the desk, considered his course of action. He really didn't want this information to get out. Stalling a bit more he directed the angel to sit in the chair facing the large, intricately carved desk. He could just tell Gabriel his secret or he could toy with the angel a bit, giving him a taste of his own medicine. He would have considered not answering or talking non-conclusive circles around the archangel but he didn't think that was entirely fair after he had, for all intents and purposes, aided him in a kidnapping.

Stopping in front of the desk, placing both hands flat on the tidy workspace and leaning forward, Crowley once again locked eyes with the angel. "You do realize," he stated slowly, "that this is none of your business?"

Gabriel smirked at the demon before replying. "Yes, but you are going to tell me anyway, aren't you?" Though stated as a question, they both were well aware that it wasn't.

It was then Crowley's turn to smirk as he responded to the cocky nature of the angel. "I was going to but now, looking at your attitude, I don't think I will." Crowley almost laughed when Gabriel's smirk turned into a hassled glare. The demon rolled his eyes. "Oh, calm down. I was just kidding."

Gabriel looked at him like he had grown a second head. "Now I really want to know what's wrong with you." Crowley raised an eyebrow and the angel raised his own eyebrow in response and didn't back down.

The demon suddenly dropped his aloof attitude, throwing the angel off balance. "What I am about to tell you can never leave this room. If it does I will be hunt down and killed by my own kind. Do you understand?" The angel just nodded, a bit dazed. "I was summoned a few months back by an obscure, hunter. He is dead now, killed by a wendigo soon after he summoned me. He performed a ritual. Well a partial ritual really. It unlocked the emotions that had been all but erased when I became a demon. So while I am still a demon, with all of my demonic powers in tact, I now experience the lighter emotions, rather than only anger and greed. This is what allowed me to care about what was happening to Harry. That is why I saved him."

Gabriel, with eyes wide, sat back. "I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't that." There was a slightly awkward pause before Gabriel continued. "So, what are you planning to do with him? We can't send him back. I don't know why but all of my instincts are telling me to tread carefully because this kid is important."

"I also feel like there is something about the boy. We will have to look into his history, but as to your question, I plan to adopt him." The angel nodded, he had seen this one coming.

They say in comfortable silence for a few minutes before something started to nag at the angel. "Okay, is it just me or was Harry a little too cheerful and lively around us for a kid who has been abused?"

The demon looked at him, the solemn look on his face adding to the already serious conversation. "It seems to me that Harry thinks this is a dream."

"Are you serious?"

"Completely. I predict that when he wakes up tomorrow and realizes this is real, he will be far more timid and scared."

Crowley was proved correct early the next morning as both angel and demon were startled awake by a crash from across the house. Though not in the same room, the two moved in sync as they jumped out of bed and threw open their bedroom doors. They stalled when they saw the other but snapped out of it soon enough and sped towards Harry's room. They stopped just outside the door to see if they could hear anything. But they heard nothing. So it was with worried hands that Crowley pushed open the door.

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