15 with Crowley plzz ❤
15. “You can’t protect me.”
Blood splattered up the wall as your stolen angel blade thudded into the chest of a demon. Wrenching it free, you pivoted and ducked, avoiding the grabbing hands of another demon and shoving the blade into her stomach. A break in the flow of the attackers gave you a chance to find your victim, hidden behind a maze of doors. Oddly enough, he was unguarded. At least, it seemed like that.
“Y/n? What’re you doing here?” Crowley’s accent was peppered with a tone of surprise.
You barked a short laugh, motioning to his prone, tied up form, “Saving your ass, apparently.”
A door slamming and approaching footsteps alerted you to the next wave of demons. More fleshy thuds, and they joined the other bodies on the floor.
“You? Ha, you can’t protect me.” The sneer in his voice sent a jolt of anger all the way to your toes. A few steps and the angel blade was at his throat.
“Maybe not, but I sure could kill you.”
Spluttered apologies rang out, and you moved to saw away at the bindings. A small smile graced your face as you heard a whispered, “Thank you.”