After Sam and Dean were pulled from the room, you stepped back from Crowley, noticing his disapproval at your movement.

Your heart dropping into your stomach you explained yourself. "Our wedding is in a couple of hours. You need to go so I can get ready."

He nodded, his displeasure evaporating. "Fine. I will see you soon. I can't wait."

Once he left, you collapsed on the side of the bed, your head pounding. You had been fine, perfectly excited to marry Crowley but seeing Dean again had done something to you.

You knew that you and Dean used to have a thing, but you were with Crowley now, you were happy with Crowley. But something didn't seem right, as if somehow you were being pushed, or forced into this marriage.

Shaking it off as prewedding nerves, you made your way into the opulent bathroom, full of black marble counter tops and shiny charcoal cabinets, it was dark but fit the King of Hell. Turning the faucet of the deep jacuzzi tub, you dumped some bubble bath in, before stepping out of your panties, and unbuttoning Crowley's shirt. You wanted to pamper yourself for a little bit, until it was time to get ready for your wedding.

Once the water had cooled, you stepped out, sliding on one of Crowley's robes, just as there was a knock on the door. "Yes?" You asked.

The dressmaker stuck her head inside. "I'm here with your dress. And I brought someone for hair and make up with me." She told you, stepping into the room. You watched as she was followed by the guards, their arms full of fabric, then behind them, a man and a woman. Thing one hung your dress up on the outside of the closest, before retreating.

"This is Gertrude, and Harvey." The dressmaker, you had forgotten her name, told you. "Gertrude used to do make up for the stars, before her ten years were up, and Harvey was the best hair dresser in New York."

You nodded, impressed, as they fussed about you, pushing you down into the chair at the desk. "My, you have beautiful hair, I can't wait to get my hands on it." Harvey told you, running his hand along his pencil thin mustache. Gertrude, a plump, blonde lady was busy setting our her traveling case of make up. They soon both got to work, bumping into each other as they battled for space. Your were poked and prodded, your hair pulled and curled, and you sat there demurely, watching and waiting.

The dressmaker was in the corner, putting finishing touches on the steel colored fabric that was your dress. Soon, they deemed you to be breath taking, and you were handed a mirror. Your hair was piled up high, soft and silky. Small curls floated around your face. Your makeup was simple, natural for the most part. Thanking them, you stood up, and moved over to where the dressmaker stood.

"Good, you're done. Now I need to slip this over your head, and do any last minute adjustments. Also, I brought you these." She told you, handing you a black strapless bra, matching silk panties, garters, and knee high black stockings. Taking them from her, you changed into the bathroom, before coming out, not bothering with the robe. She smiled in approval, before having Harvey and Gertrude help settle the heavy fabric over your head, being careful to not upset your hair.

Once it had settled down, she stepped behind you, tightening the strings of the corset. At first you hardly felt anything, but then she kept pulling and pulling, and you had to grab onto the door of the closet, feeling faint of breath. Finally she stopped, but you could hardly take a deep breath. "Isn't it too tight?" You asked, but she shook her head.

"Don't you want to look your best for Crowley?" She asked you, and you nodded, deciding a little pain would be worth it. Biting her lip, she circled around you, tucking and pinning the fabric, until she deemed your perfect.

She then handed you a pair of black kitten heels, and you slipped them on, before she slipped a black veil over your head. "Perfect." She declared you. Knocking on the door, she told the guards that you were ready. Thing one came into the room, taking your arm, and guiding you out into the hallway. It was your first time out of the room, and you stared in awe at the long, stone hallway, covered in medieval tapestries and pictures of former rulers and great Demons.

Thing one turned left, down a short hallway, where you heard the sounds of struggle behind a heavy wooden door. "Dean?" You said, tilting your head.

He must have heard you, because the pounding on the door stopped. "Y/N? Is that you?" He asked, his voice muffled a bit by the door.

"Yes Dean. I'm leaving now. To get married." You told him.

"No Y/N, you can't do that!" He pleaded, as Thing one started pulling on your arm. You resisted a moment, needing to stay near Dean, for at least another moment.

"I'm sorry Dean, but I need to make Crowley happy. And to make him happy I need to marry him." You explained. "I will miss you Dean. But as soon as we are married, maybe I can talk Crowley into letting you go."

You started walking again, your heart missing a beat at the anguished cry from behind you. Thing one pulled on you, and you moved faster, down the hallway, to two heavy wooden doors, their middle a beautiful stained glass window. "Go in." He ordered, opening the door, and you took a step in, noticing the rows of chairs full of people that you didn't know, except for Rowena in the front. The only people you knew were prisoners. Taking a deep breath, you stepped into the room, arranged for the special day. Crowley stood at the front of the room, his dark suit shining in the candle light. The room had candles everywhere, black and silver pillars, the only light in the windowless room.

Another man, in a regular blue suit stood behind Crowley, gulping nervously as he glanced around the room. Crowley turned to him, mumbling something, and the man's face turned pale, before nodding nervously.

Taking another step into the room, Crowley turned to face you, a giant smile on his face. An organ sounded off to the side of the room, playing a dark and gloomy version of the wedding song. Heads turned, as they looked upon you for the first time, some whispering behind their hands. Seeing Crowley's smile, your steps became a little faster, and soon, you were standing beside him.

"Start." Crowley growled at the priest, causing the old man to gulp.

"We are here today to join these two in matrimony. I would say holy, but we all know that is not true." He started, chuckling nervously at his statement.

He moved along, and you lost interest, your mind wandering, as you stared into Crowley's chocolate eyes. Then, the priest started asking questions, and you started to answer, when there was a disturbance out the door.

"Damn it." Crowley muttered under his breath, before turning to the priest. "Hurry up."

The priest nodded, "Do you Y/N, take Crowley to be..." He started, but a giant thud against the door had everyone's attention turning around, instead of the ceremony up front.

"Guards!" Crowley shouted, holding your hand so you would stay at the front of the room. Four Demons raced to the door, just as they were pulled open, and a bloody and sweaty Sam and Dean stood there, a knife in each hand as they took in the scene in front of them.

"Are we too early?" Dean joked, earning a glare from his brother. You watched in fascination as they slashed their way through, each Demon flashing Orange as they were stabbed with the knives. Crowley turned to the priest, forcing you to stand with him. "Finish it, now!" He ordered, before turning to you. "Y/N, say I do."

You nodded. "I do."

The priest continued. "And do you Crowley, take Y/N.." But before he could continue, an arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you backwards.

"Crowley!" You yelled, struggling, even though Dean was whispering assurances into your ear. Tilting your head, you noticed that most of the guests had left, and the guards were laying Dead on the floor. Sam had Crowley, a knife pressed to his neck, while the priest had fainted. Rowena sat there, a conniving smile on her face.

"Dean, stop. I need to marry Crowley!" You begged, fighting to go back to him.

"Y/N, no, fight this!" He told you, while moving backwards.

Crowley made no move, the knife digging into his chest. "She's spelled. And I don't know if there's a cure, or if it will ever wear off. So if you take her now, you could be killing her. Or she will just run back to me."

"We will take the chance." Dean said. "Sammy, let's go."

Sam pulled Crowley with him, you guessed as insurance. Struggling against Dean, he grew frustrated and tossed you over his shoulder. The two men, with their hostages, hurried down one hallway, turning into another. "So, you found out about the hidden passageway between hell and Earth. I'm proud of you." Crowley said, a thin line of blood trickling down from where the knife was pressed, his hands trapped in a pair of anti Demon handcuffs.

Dean slid you down, so he was only grasping your hand, and you watched as pushed a floor length picture to the side, showing a staircase. You were so interested in the hidden passageway that you didn't even try to escape.

Dean noticed, and gave you a small smile. He grasped your hand tighter before getting ready to drag you into the small opening.

"Don't worry. This is far from over." Crowley threatened, and you glanced back, wondering if Sam was going to kill him.

"Yes it is Crowley. I told my brother not to kill you, that we would just get Y/N back, and leave you to run hell. But if you come near her again, I won't hold him back. You will die." Sam threatened, before removing the knife and pushing Crowley to the side. Sam ducked in behind you, pulling the picture shut, before Dean pulled on your arm, trying to get you to move.

"No Dean, I can't. I need to go back. Crowley is unhappy. I can't have Crowley unhappy!" You pleaded, trying to find a way around Sam, but he filled the entire space, and you started beating against his chest.

"No, please, I can't leave Crowley!" You sobbed, as Dean grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder again, before turning to leave Hell behind.