"Crowley, Dean won't let you get away with this!" You threatened, but Crowley didn't even bat an eye at your useless threat.

Instead he turned to his mom, "Do you have the ingredients to do the spell?" He asked her, and she nodded.

"Of course I do, it's in my room. I'll go get it, be right back." She promised, leaving the room.

Crowley turned to you, a smile on his face. "While we're waiting, why don't we start planning our wedding? I was thinking a small ceremony, just a couple of friends."

"It's not going to happen. Even if you spell me, Dean will find a way to save me." You spat as Rowena came back, her arms full of ingredients, and a big wooden bowl.

Crowley turned to leave you, but then he noticed the bulge in your pocket. "Well, what's that?" He asked, reaching down and pulling the phone from your pocket.

"No!" You moaned, your last way to contact Dean being taken from your grasp.

"This is my phone." He said, staring at it in wonder. "I can take one guess at who you've been calling."

Opening it, he returned to Rowena. "Start the spell. I just have some goading I need to do." He told her.

She complied, measuring ingredients and tossing them into the bowl, while Crowley turned the call to speaker.

"Y/N, what's wrong? I didn't expect to hear back from you so quickly!" Dean said from the other end of the line.

Crowley snapped his fingers, and a gag was placed over your mouth, cutting you off from speaking.

"Y/N is a little indisposed of at the moment." Crowley told Dean, smirking when he heard Dean cussing on the other end.

"Damn it Crowley, what did you do to her?" Dean practically yelled into the phone.

"She's just getting ready for our wedding. She's super excited. " Crowley teased.

"Crowley, it's almost ready." Rowena said, stirring the concoction.

"What's almost ready?" Sam asked. Dean must have put his phone on speaker.

Crowley walked over and sniffed the mixture, wrinkling his noise in disgust. "Nice of you to join the conversation Moose. You know, just your every day spell to get someone to do as you wish. Y/N wasn't being very helpful, so I figured I would take matters into my own hands. With the help of my mother of course."

"Crowley, we will find a way down there. And you're not going to like the repercussions when we do." Sam threatened, as you struggled against your ties.

Crowley dipped a small cup into the liquid, before walking over to you. "I just thought you might like to hear what happens next." 

Unable to move, you watched as the cup came closer to your mouth, your gag vanishing. "Please Crowley, no!!!" You begged, which upset Dean.

"Crowley!! I will kill you!" Dean yelled, as Crowley grasped your cheeks hard enough to bruise. Gasping from the pain, he forced the cup to your mouth, tilting your head so the vile was forced into your mouth.

"Swallow my dear. This will all be over soon." He told you, holding your face over your mouth so you had no choice but to swallow or black out. The liquid tasted vaguely of chilies, honey, and something far more exotic than anything you had ever had. 

Crowley felt you swallow, and then moved his hand away, giving you a chance to breathe. As the vile spell made it's way down your throat, you started coughing, the spell taking effect immediately. Your body started shaking uncontrollably, and you felt as if you were going to burn up from the inside out.

"Y/N!" Dean exclaimed, as he heard the torture you were going through. As soon as it started it stopped, and you felt blissfully calm, a sort of serene that you hadn't felt for a long time.

"How do you feel darling?" Crowley asked you, laying his hand on your cheek.

"Don't you dare call her darling, you dick!" Dean yelled, but Crowley pressed the phone close to your mouth.

"Y/N, please tell Squirrel here, how you feel." Crowley demanded, and you felt the urge to comply, to make him happy.

"I feel fine. Calm, happy." You stated, your voice smooth, almost monotone.

"Y/N, what did that bastard do to you?" Dean asked.

"Y/N, will you marry me?" Crowley asked you, his gaze hard on you, as he awaited your answer.

You didn't even hesitate. "Of course." You answered, your heart beat calm, happy that he smiled at your answer.

"Crowley, I don't know what you did to her, but my brother and I are going to get her back." Sam promised, but you could care less what he thought, as long as Crowley was pleased.

Crowley leaned forward, and whispered in your ear. You listened carefully, before nodding your head. Taking the phone from Crowley, you turned it off of speaker. "Dean?" You said.

"Thank god, baby girl. Are you off of speaker phone? What did he do to you?" Dean asked you.

"Dean, please listen carefully. I know we had something going on, but it's over. I'm with Crowley now, and we are getting married. So please, let me go. Don't worry about me. I'm happy." You told him, your voice never changing emotion.

"Y/N, you don't mean that!" Dean begged, his voice clogged with frustration and sadness. "Please tell me what he did to you." 

"Y/N, you are strong, you can fight whatever he did to you." Sam exclaimed.

"I don't want to fight it." You simply said, before handing the phone back to Crowley.

"See Dean. She is happy. So goodbye Squirrel, and to you Moose too." Crowley said before ending the phone call.

Rowena walked over, smiling widely. "I knew it would work. It was so easy."

"Thanks for your help Mother. You can go now." Crowley told her, dismissing her. Her smile vanished, before she stomped out the door.

Once she was gone, Crowley sat in the chair opposite you, and with a flick of his wrist the fire was going in the fireplace, a drink in his hand. Taking a sip, he offered it to you, and you took it, sipping at the strong liquid. 

"Well, my dear, when should we get married?" He asked you, taking back his crystal glass.

You shrugged your shoulders. "When do you want to get married? I will be happy with whatever makes you happy." 

His eyes seemed to light up at your answer. "How about in two days? That will give me time to set up the ceremony."

"That's fine." You replied, your own voices and concern seeming to have vanished out the window. You felt weightless, as if every care, every bad thing that had happened was gone, as if they had never been there in the first place.