It's been a very long time, and much has happened, but he remembers it. He remembers her. Crowley remembers Sophie. She is the love of his life. When he was human, and now that he is a demon. He can't let go. She's the reason he sold his soul. She was dying, and there was nothing anyone could do. No amount of praying, or herbs could stop death from taking her. So he made a deal. But it was different then any deal. He made a deal with a powerful witch who had been possessed by a demon. He didn't know about the demon, but he knew she was a witch. Crowley looks down at his drink as he remembers it.

"You want to save your wife?" She had asked, and laughed a little.

''Please. I can't lose her. She's everything to me." He had said. The witch laughed again then smiled.

"A sweet man. Fine. You can have what you want, but at a price. Your soul. And when she dies, she will reborn, and you have to find her if you want to ever see her again. It'll be a game of star crossed lovers." The witch smiled. Crowley regrets saying yes. It's been so long, and each time, it has always ended badly. He remembers one, a ball in 1849, London. It was beautiful. The women in lovely dreses, and the men in fine suits. He had gotten out of hell after hundreds of years of torture, and was trying to find her. He was Crowley now. He stood at the edge fo the room, in his black suit, looking at his pocket watch. He sighed and looked up. It was then that he saw her. Sophie. She was with another man though. Her age, 25. She wore a beautiful light blue gown, her hair curled, and up in a bun. She looked at the man and smiled slightly, then looked away. She saw Crowley, and there was a flicker of something. She thought she knew him, but she couldn't figure out who. He watched her as she danced with the man she was with, but she didn't seem very happy. When he left, Crowley walked up behind her.

"Dance with me. Please." He said. Sophie turned and looked at him. She smiled.

"Of course." She took his hand. They waltzed together, Crowley hoping she would remember him the whole time. When the music ended, she stopped and looked up at him. Crowley smiled. "I feel like I have seen you before...knew you. I don't know how...I just do." Sophie said, looking at his eyes.

"You can call me Fer...Crowley. Mr. Crowley." He said. Sophie nodded.

" Ronan, soon to me Mrs. Smith." Sophie said, smiling.

"You...You are getting married?" Crowley asked, holding back his dispair.

"Yes. In two months time."

"Well...congratulations, Miss. Ronan." Crowley slowly let go of her hand, and walked away. Sophie stood there, as a new dance began. She looked down, trying to remember who he was. It was right before she was run down by a carridge later that evening, that she remembered who he was. Her real true love.

Crowley had seen her die, and held her in his arms so many times. But he had to stay a demon, and over time, he lost emotions. He lost her. Her deaths made him a demon that deprived himself of any emotion and wanted power. To be King. And now that he had it, it was not what he had imgianed. The Winchesters that kept getting in his way. The prophet that kept slipping through his fingers. He hasn't found her yet. He stands up and throws his glass into the fire. He walks over to the window, looking out. It's snowing outisde. Sophie loves snow. He loved the way she would smile and fall back into it, and make a snow angel, her blonde hair almost as white. Crowley wants to find her, but he won't. If he does, the Winchesters will get her, only to hurt Crowley. He doesn't want her to die young again because of him.

Crowley stood at the edge of the park, water starting to leak into his shoes from the snow. Castiel had wanted to speak to him. Why though, Crowley has no idea. Dean and Sam are trying to kill him, and protect the prophet, and Castiel is back from Purgatory as well, and joined back up with the stupid Winchesters. All he needs now is for another fight with the angel. Castiel appeared, snapping him out of his thoughts. He glared at Cas.

"What did you want to talk about?" Crowley asked, not looking at Castiel.

"Why do you continue to go after us, when the tablet has been destroyed?" Castiel pulled his over coat closer to himself, as if he was unsure about being around the demon.

"Why would I tell you? I have my-" Crowley cut off. Walking down the street, dressed in a black tweed jacket, boots and a cap, was Sophie. Her blonde hair whisped around her in the cold december air as she walked. Crowley knew it was her.

"What?" Castiel asked, tilting his head a little. He looked in the direction that Crowley was, and saw her. After a moment, he realized. "You know her, don't you?" Castiel had an idea.