Request: Not An Oops
Request: Hi!! I’m on a huge Crowley kick. Anything sweet, maybe him saving reader from demons or angels? And Sam and Dean are pissed off, but hey Crowley saved her so?? ;) Thanks, you’re awesome!
Request: Hello! Could you do a romantic Crowleyxreader? With all the smut and fluff of course! And it would be nice if Crowley would give the reader one of his shirt blouses to wear in the morning! Thanks and luw your writings! :3
Word Count: 1,218
Thank you so much! I hope you like it!<3
PS. I don’t write smut, but I hope this is okay!<33
Your lungs burn and your legs cry out for help, but you can’t stop. Not now.
The brothers running at your side breathe in quick huffs, trying to sick as much oxygen into their bodies as possible. There’s a horrible howling from behind you and you let out a cry as the thick black smoke fills the room once again.
You’re painfully outnumbered – all three of you against at least a hundred of them. You weren’t at all prepared for this.
“What do we-” You cut yourself of, a breath tearing through your throat, “Do?”
“Run!” Dean commands as black smoke whirls overhead threateningly.
“Split! Meet back at the car!” Sam says, and you all veer on different paths. You launch yourself down a short corridor and down a set of stairs, barely able to see in the dark. Adrenaline surges through your system and-
You’re totally surrounded. The acrid smell of demon smoke fills your lungs and though the tattoo on your skin makes it impossible for them to take you over, they can definitely swirl around you menacingly, blocking all of your senses. There’s no oxygen and no breath and all dark and all you can hear is the roaring in your ears until everything fades to black.
The next thing you know, you’re lying on the filthy wooden floor with a figure standing over you.
“Finally coming to?” Crowley offers a smirk, and you groan.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“Just saving your pretty little hide.” He rolls his eyes, offering a hand which you begrudgingly take, “The demons are gone.”
“Thanks.” You nod hesitantly, brushing your jeans down, “I gotta get back to Sam and Dean, so…”
“I’ll walk you. Can’t have you tripping, can we? You might be concussed.”
You roll your eyes but you don’t fight it – although Sam and Dean have an intense dislike for the demon, he’s always been amiable enough when it comes to you. You’ve had some quite interesting discussions over periods of him being in captivity… or you. Whatever.
“I don’t think I’m concussed.” You offer, but he merely carries on walking beside you.
“You don’t know until you’re falling down the stairs after a dizzy spell.”
“Speaking from personal experience?”
He grins, “Observance.”
“So, you like… concuss people, then throw them down the stairs?”
“What kind of savage do you take me for?”
Before you have a chance to reply, however, you hear Sam yell your name. The cool night air assaults your face and you wince.
“Hey, Sam.” You say quietly, walking out onto the gravelly forecourt.
“What are you doing with him?” Dean demands, appearing from somewhere behind Sam. You shrug.
“He saved my ass.”
“He was the one who put your ass in danger with his demons!”
“Actually, I didn’t tell them to be here.”
“Still, you shouldn’t be talking to him.” Dean scowls, “Get the hell out of here!”
“Dean, come on! Can’t we be even a little bit civil?”
“Y/N, he’s the king of Hell. Does that tell you nothing?” Sam offers, and you fold your arms.
“Sure. But to be totally honest, I think that’s blinding your opinion.”
“I’m still here, you know.”
“Sorry.” You offer, looking at the scowling brothers, “Can you quit being asshats, because if he hadn’t called ‘em off, I’d sure as hell be dead.”
“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. They’re mules. Call me when you get sick of them.” Crowley winks, before walking off. You roll your eyes.
“Let’s just get back to the motel.” Dean says irately, and you nod.
“You’re mad at me.”
“Because I was being civil to someone who saved my ass.”
“You defended him.”
You sigh, deciding to stay quiet. The ride back to the motel is quiet, and it’s times like tonight you’re welcoming of having a room to yourself.
Maybe it’s just to spite the guys. Or maybe it’s because you feel bad. Or maybe, it’s something else entirely, but you grab your phone and dial Crowley’s number.
The warm covers cocoon your body, tangling themselves around your bare legs. As you shift slightly, the warm mass behind you does too, letting out a quiet groan.
“Morning, beautiful.” Crowley sweeps your hair to the side, kissing the nape of your neck. You sigh contentedly as his arm around your waist tightens.
“Hey there.” You offer, turning to look at him. He smiles slightly.
“Did I tell you you’re a whole lot better than those two idiots next door?”
“Maybe once or twice. Never hurts to hear again, though.” You grin, and he presses a kiss to your forehead.
Last night, you’d called him up and invited him down for a few drinks. Never one to decline, you’d shared a couple glasses of whiskey – enough to warm you up, but you were definitely sober enough to know what was going on – and one thing had led to another. Not that you’re complaining – oh, no, definitely not complaining.
“What time is it?”
“Like… nine?” You sigh, “I’ll have to get up soon.”
“Do you have to?” He whines, “Stay with me.”
“Yeah, sure, and have Tweedledum and Tweedledee find you? They’d hang, draw and quarter me. Twice.”
Crowley laughs, letting you go with a small kiss to the end of your nose.
“Tweedledum and Tweedledee. I like it.” He grins, sitting up. You laugh, grabbing a blanket from the end of the bed and wrapping it around yourself while you find some clothes.
“I’ve seen it all before, you know.” Crowley winks, and you roll your eyes.
“I’m not bothered about you seeing, moron. It’s just freezing in here.”
“Wear my shirt, that’ll keep you warm.” He grins, a mischievous glint in his eye.
“Seriously?” You eye the shirt, discarded on the floor from the night before. He nods.
“Plus, think about the look on their faces when they see.”
“You really are a moron.” You laugh, pulling the shirt on, “I’ll see you later?”
“Sure you will.” He promises, “Now go see your friends. I want to hang around and hear their reactions.”
You grin, “Fine. Hang on.”
You pull on a pair of comfortable leggings and disappear out the room, knocking on Sam and Dean’s door which is right next door to yours. A few moments later, Dean opens the door.
“Morning,” He greets, hair sticking up at all angles, “You’re late.”
“Slept in a little, sorry.” You apologise as he lets you in, “Sleep well?”
“Yeah. I think the couple above us were having a little too much fun, though.”
You laugh, and have to cover it with a cough. Dean narrows his eyes, and Sam looks over at you suspiciously.
“I’ve never seen that shirt before, Y/N.” Sam comments.
There’s a long silence, and all you can imagine is Crowley on the other side of the wall, grinning like an idiot.
“You didn’t.” Dean realises, and his eyes widen, “You did not.”