Crowley My King: Part Seven (CrowleyXReader)

In the next morning, you are rudely woken up by a sun ray hitting you right in the eyes.

“Mm. Nooo!” you groan out as you try to run away from the sun but it covers your whole face.

You glare out to your window, seeing you forgot to close the blinds last night. You roll back into your bed, letting out a line of swears.

You try to fall back to sleep but find it impossible!

“You got to be kidding me!” you hiss out sitting up in your bed annoyed at the world. You look over to the clock to see that it was only 6:05 AM.

“All I want in the world right now is sleep.” You whine out to yourself, pushing yourself out of bed. It’s colder then you like it to be, so you grab your covers not caring if it drags. Wrapping it around yourself you venture off to find the most important thing in the world: Coffee.

You drag you feet down the hall to the stairs, looking down them they seem way too much to go down. Letting out a whimper letting you head fall down in sorrow.

“Not cool.” You let out as you go down, holding onto the handles loosely.

You get to the bottom step just wanting to set the freakin’ stairs on fire, so you wouldn’t have to go through them anymore.

“Cooffee” you moan out rubbing you eye, remembering you mission.

You step to the right, going into the kitchen. No one was there, meaning there was no coffee!

“Guuuuys” you call out weakly, stepping over to the coffee maker annoyed at the world.

You reach over to start grinding the beans when you blanket falls to the ground.

You let out a whimpering noise, “This is too much for a morning.” You state out pulling them back around you, this time making yourself into a blanket monster.

It stays on this time around while you make the coffee. As you wait you sit down on the floor, thinking it’s too much effort to go all the way to the table and sit down.

Sam comes into the room seeing on the floor, half asleep already.

“Morning.” He greets.

“Huh? Oh morning. Coffee is on its way… Slowly.” You slur out looking up at him. “You are really tall.” You state out looking at him with confused eyes.

“Yeah, we need to get coffee in you.” He laughs out sitting down at the table, opening his laptop to look for anything out of the ordinary.

Once the coffee gets done –at last- you get up slowly and start to wobble slightly from being off balanced.

You pour out two cups and hand one to Sam, who gladly takes it.

You sit down by him and rest your head on his shoulder. “Anything weird out there?” you ask him sipping you coffee, happy to feel it warm your belly.

“It looks normal from here. There’s a few murders that sound like vampires but I think some other hunters are closer.” He explains taking a gulp of his coffee.

“Oh.” You merely say taking in more coffee, watching him look through more newspapers and such then different things.

Half of cup later, Bobby comes down the stairs next. Sam and you say morning to him but he just grunts at you two as he gets his cup of coffee, and refills yours and Sam’s.

The three of you sit down in silence, listening to Sam type on the keyboard, Bobby flipping through the newspaper, and birds screaming their lungs off.

“Mornin’.” You look to see Dean walking in. You hold back a laugh so you don’t spit up your coffee.

Dean somehow had side burns going into his cheeks, with a goatee and mustache. His hair was shaved at the side and the rest put in a pink Mohawk, pricings where on his lips and ears, worst of all he had eyeliner.

His brother just stared at him like he just saw the best thing in the world.

“Mor-morning Dean. How you feeling?” you croak out holding back a laughing.

“Hung over, other than that, Dandy.” He smiles out and gets a cup of coffee. “But for some reason my lip and ears are itchy.” He adds on rubbing his ear a little.

“Uhh Dean have you.” Sam start but you cover his mouth with your hands.

“Have you tried greasy food?” You finish for him.

Dean looks at you two like you swapped head. “I’ll have to try that.” He says slowly full of suspicion. Dean turns to the fridge pulling out some eggs and starts to cook them.

“Don’t you dare tell him. I want to see how it folds out.” You whisper to Sam and Bobby, while trying really hard to hold in your laugh, finding it harder and harder.

The both shrug, seeing it could give them all a good laugh.

“Does anybody else want some food?” Dean calls over his shoulder.

“No, no… I’m fine.” Bobby tells him with his eyes squinting at Dean’s appearance.

“Suits yourself.” He says going back to his cooking while humming some song, while shaking his hips to the beat.

That was the last straw. You burst out laughing, enough that you fall onto the floor.

“Ok!” Dean yells slamming down his spatula, only making you laugh harder and Sam hiding his face in his arms while his shoulders shake.

“What!? Do I have something on my face?” he asks rubbing his face, pulling at a pricing. “Ow… what the hell?” he question and picks up a pot pan and looking into it.

The look on his face was causing Bobby to let go and laugh out deeply.

“What did you do to me?!” he yells only making all three of you laugh harder.

“Stop it! Stop I’m going to piss myself!” you laugh out holding your stomach.

Sam lifts his head, letting out a snort, having a chain effect on you and Bobby.

“What in the hell did you guys do to me?” Dean finally asks getting angry by the laughter.

“Nothing! You came down like that, I swear. I swear.” You breathe out trying to control you laughing.

“She’s telling the truth.” Sam adds out taking in deep breaths.

Dean starts to take out the pricing and throwing them in the trash.

“Dean don’t do that. You looked to good,” Bobby gasp out.

“Shut up!” he barks point his finger to him. “We are never speaking of this. Ever!” he tells the room with a growl.

“Ok, ok. But look over here Dean.” You tell him.

He looks towards you and a flash goes off from your phone.

“Delete it now!” he orders sliding over to you trying to grab your phone.

“Nooo! I want to make it my background!” you complain holding the phone away from him.

“Gimme that!” he growls picking you up in the air, making you squeak.

“Not gonna happen! NEVER!” you laugh out putting the phone down your pants, knowing Dean not afraid to go to your shirt.

“Cruel move ____. Cruel.” He states glaring at you.

You just poke his nose and laugh more.

“Enough enough! Put her down before ya break something!” Bobby cuts in having enough fun.

Dean does what is told, then leaves the room grumbling.

“Best morning EVER!” you shout out, double fist pumping the air.

After everyone calms down and Dean looks slightly normal, you go out to the bathroom to wash up.

You occasionally giggle here and there remembering the morning event. You lean over the tub clogging the drain and turn on the water letting it fill with steaming hot water

As you wait for the tub to fill you start to strip of your cloths you slept in. Last night was a bit of a blur, so you didn’t question the blood stains on your shirt.

You look into the mirror looking over your body; the hicky were now faded away along with the bite marks, sighing at the lost of them. You liked to be marked by your lover, showing that you belong to him only.

Warm spreads through you oddly, you look down seeing that it was coming from the bracelet. Your frown morphs into a smile as you run your fingers over it.

With one last sigh you step into the tub and let the water engulf you. You smile softens as you feel your body calm into the water.

You rub your neck softly feeling all of the knots building up, causing you pain and discomfort. You are hoping that a long soak will help untwist enough that it stops being annoying.

You slide down the tub a little so your legs were out and your head was in. You take in a deep breath and sink under the water.

You try to stay under as long as your body will allow, till it is need of air. You lift your head up with just your face out for air, letting your hair move along with the waters soft waves.

You close your eyes enjoying the silences, and the steaming air filling your lungs. If you could, you would fall asleep, but last time you let yourself do that. Dean kicked down the door and grabbed you out of the tub before you drowned, which only happen like three times, no big deal.

Sitting yourself up again and leaning back on the cold siding of the tub, you see a black envelope sitting nicely on the floor next to the tub.

Rising an eyebrow you dry your ands clean and pick it up. You flip it over seeing your name written in beautiful old handwriting in bright red ink.

You open the card and pull out the paper tucked inside.

My Dear ____,

I hope thing better between you and the boys.

Tonight shall be our date; I want to have it perfect for you. So one of my demons will pick up you up are 8:00 PM, in a black SUV. He will not harm you; if he tries I know you can handle him.

I left a gift for you on your bed.

Yours truly

~Crowley

You read over it a few times to make sure you read everything right, every time you smiled throughout it.

Tucking the paper back into its slot you slide it aside, you unclog the drain and let the water drain. You get out of the tub and grab a towel to dry yourself off, then wrapping it around yourself.

With the card in hand you slip through the hall ways so the boys won’t see you in a just a towel. You make it to your room to see a box neatly set on your bed. It was covered in a black paper wrap.

“You’re so cheesy Crowley.” You say to yourself with a smile, picking up the box and ripping into the paper. What the box held inside shocked you. There was a red and black launder. The bra was padded and had a loose fitting drape that went around your center. The underwear was just lace that had straps that would connect to stockings.

You blush brightly looking upon them.  “Oh god!” you mutter to yourself hiding your face in your hands. “Does he really think I’m going to wear this?” you ask yourself looking upon it before.

Inside of the box there was more, a black gown with red swirls that looks of fire, that went down just below your knees. The skirt part was loose fitting as well, that when you spin it fanned out. The top of it was tight fitting that would appreciate all your curves,

This piece you did smile one, ‘cause you could wear it out in public.

“I guess I could wear the underwear as well… He’ll most likely just poof them up, if I don’t” you reminded yourself with a soft glare at the clothing.

“It’s not even ten yet! Why am I wondering this now? I got plenty of time.” You told yourself pushing away the box under your bed.

You go to your dresser and pull out the Sam’s shirt, seeing how you forgot Crowleys at his house.

You slipped it over yourself and walked down stairs where the boys where packing for a hunt while Bobby told them the facts on the case. Seeing how they didn’t tell you, you assumed you were needed for research again.

You walk over to them. Sam smiles down at you seeing you in his shirt, so does Dean.

“Come home in one piece, or else” you threaten taking them into a hug. They laugh and hug you back.

After a few more minutes of making sure they had everything and saying goodbye they were out the door. Sam waved from his car seat as they drove down the lot.

“You can take it easy Bobby, I can do the research for awhile.” You tell him with a smile, while you two go into the library.

“Are you sure you can handle that?” he asked you looking at you with a hard look.

“Yes sir!” you tease making a salute motion.

“Just do it then.” He tells you going into the living room to drink a beer.

You pull out a few books and read over them. You read them all before and can remember almost anything, but hunters need to know everything about anything that could be out there.

After hours of helping Bobby with the books or phones when someone called, it was nearly 6:30 PM.

“Hey Bobby, sorry to cut out on you. I have to go get ready for something.” You apologize leaning over to kiss the top of his hat.

“Whatever” he merely says going back to the books.

You skip up the stairs and goes into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Once you are all clean and smelling less of a bar you move into your room and start to get ready.

You decide to just put on the pervy underwear, because you wanted to see Crowley smile when he sees them on you.

Everything is on and fit perfectly, your make-up is light only eye liner and lipstick. You look over to the clock see the time was 7:45 PM. Right on time!

After slipping on your high heels that you use for cases when dressing up as FBI, you move your way down stairs.

Bobby looks over to you, getting a confused face then putting on a half smile.

“Have fun tonight, I guess.” He calls out to you going back to his book.

“Thanks.” You reply heading out of the door with a purse in hand, which only held a gun and a demons knife.

You wait outside only for a short amount of time before a black SUV drives next to you, just like Crowley said.

A tall woman with blond hair comes to you and opens the door. You don’t bother with thanks; since they are they’re the things you kill.

You sit in the back and run you hand through your hair, worried about tonight and what might happen afterwards. Your body trembles with some of the theories that might just happen.

After a good amount of time, the driver takes you in front of a high class Italian restaurant. The door opens for you letting you slip out of the door.

“Crowley will be waiting inside.” The demon tells and nothing more after that before she drives away again.

You look up at the building seeing the beautiful craving into the sides. With a deep breath you walk inside with a smile.

“May I help you?” a waiter asked as you step inside the doors.

“Yes, I’m here to meet someone. He may be under the name Crowley.” You tell him holding your smiles to hide you worries.

“Ah, yes! Right this way.” He tells you cheerfully and takes you near the back of the tables, where you saw him, still in the handsome black suit that fit him like a glove. He looked just about the same as always, only he is wearing a red undershirt instead of his black on.

“Hello Darling.” He purrs out to you upon seeing you, making you heart skips a beat.

“Hi love.” You greet back walking over to him feeling less worried about the night.

“You look ravishing.” He comments standing up from his chair and leaning down to kiss your cheek.

You smile up at him with a soft blush kissing at your cheeks. “Thank you for your gifts.” You say softly. He nods his head grinning at you, than moves over behind your chair and pulling it out for you.

You sit down in the chair, as he slides it back under you. He leans down and kisses the top your head. “I hope you are wearing all of my gift.” He purrs into the kiss with the devils grin.

He sits back down away from you; you can’t help but keep looking at him, wondering how you got here now.

“Wine sir?” a waiter ask coming to the table with a bottle of wine.

“Oh yes.” He merely says giving the boy a slight nod. The waiter pours out the wine, letting it fill your glasses.

“Red wine, my favorite.” You comment bringing the glass into the air.

“Just for you.” He replies, tapping the glasses rims together.

The both of you take a long sip from your drinks letting the burning liquid touch your tongues.

“It’s very good thank you.” You say to him as you set your glass down.

“No need to thank me so much love, I like spoiling you.” He teases out taking your hand in his.

You smile up at him then looks down at the menu in front of you. While you two look through the options of food, your hands never let go of each other.

Looking over the menu you saw so many things that seemed so good.

“May I take you orders?” the waiters walking back to the table.

“Yes, I’ll have the stuffed ravioli.” Crowley orders, as he handing the menu over to the waiter.

“, and I’ll have the Angle hair with Feta and Sun-dried tomatoes.” You tell the waiter with a smile, than handing him the menu.

“Alright, I’ll have those up for you in a short time.” He says returning a smile and throwing a wink at you. You let your mouth curve in a small ‘O’ when he walks away.

“It seems out waiter has a crush on you dear.” Crowley give out, looking over to were the waiter walked off. You can hear very well that he didn’t like that one bit.

You reach over and place your hand on his cheek, so that he turns back and looks at you. “There is no need to worry my love, I’m staying right where I like it.” You tell him running your thumb over his cheek lovingly.

He looks at you with hungry eyes, than he leans over the table a little and kisses you deeply on the lips.

You close your eyes into the kiss enjoying having Crowley. While your eyes were closed you didn’t notice Crowley’s eyes where open looking at the waiter dead in the eyes.

He pulls away from you leaving you in a smile. “That was nice.” You tell him.

“That’s just a small taste for later.” He says with a wink, causing you blush brightly and look down at your lap trying to hide it.

Crowley laughs slightly and takes another sip of his wine.

“So how was your day love?” he ask you swirling the red wine in its glass.

“Well I imagine you already know what happen to Dean.” You blame him letting out a few giggles. “The whole thing smelt of you.”

“Oh yes, I almost forgot about that.” He chuckles darkly. “Didn’t he like his new style?” he asks in a hurt tone.

“No, but I loved it.” You laugh out remember his face. “You should of seen his face.” You add on hiding your smile behind your hand hoping to sustain your laugh.

“I would imagine it was amazing. Seeing how you are still laughing.” He state out pointing to you a bit.

You tell him about your day and he tells you his. You found out more about hellhounds and how every demon has at least one, kind of like a pet.

After you talk with him more, your food finally comes.

“Here you are. Will that be all?” the waiter asks setting your food down on the table.

“No, we’ll be fine.” Crowley answers picking up his fork. You do the same and twirl the noodles onto the fork.

You take a bite into your food and hum in joy. “This is really good.” You tell once you finish what is in your mouth.

“Then you’ll love this.” He tells you holding a piece of ravioli out to you. You lean in a bite and take the fork into your mouth taking in the offered food.

“Mmm, you’re right.” You sigh out looking at him. “Try this.” You order him giving him a small bit. He takes the fork from your hand and feeds himself.

“I like mine better.” He tells you with a laugh.

“Suits yourself.” You reply with a smile and continue you eat.

The rest of dinner the two of you eat and chat at the same time. By the time the plates are taken away, you slipped away your shoe, sliding the tips of your toes up and down his leg.

At first he doesn’t do anything about it but later on you start to go up higher on him. Making him groan out softly.

“Something wrong love?” you purr out to him with a smirk.

“Nothing at all.” He growls out as he lifts his hand to single for the check.

You laugh a bit to yourself pleased with his reaction. The waiter brings over the check with some chocolate with it. Crowley pulls out the right amount of money and puts it on the cheek and stands up to leave.

“Shall we love?” he asks you holding out his hand to you. You gladly take his hand and stand up to him.

“Yes we shall.” You reply. He smiles down at you and kisses the knuckle of your hand before walking to the door.

You follow him close by, wrapping you arm around his.

He holds the door open for you as a gentleman he is, and lets you go out first before following and reconnecting your arms.

“Shall we head back to my place?” he asks close to your ear making your skin jump by his voice.

“I think that is an awesome idea.” You say softly and kiss his cheek