Crowley My King: Part Six (CrowleyXReader)

Everything was back to normal as it should be. Bobby was yelling at the boys for slacking off, Cas was glued to Dean side, Sam either had his head stuck in a book or his laptop, Crowley teasing the boys and causing them migraines: more Dean then Sam.

Right now you were lying on the couch, reading a book for Bobby’s research.

“____ I’m bored.” Crowley whines and stands in front of you.

“Did the boys lock you away again?” you ask with a smile not looking away from your book.

“Yes, they’re being quite rude.” He pouts softly as he moves your legs and slide under them.

“Well I’m busy, love.” You tell him hoping that it would be enough to send him away, but we’re talking about the King of Hell here. He takes what he wants when he wants.

He moves himself, so your legs are spread and him sitting between them. He crawls his way up your body leaving kisses over your clothes.

You try to ignore him as long as you can, but he just so tempting to you.

Now he is faces to face with you, with his hips buried deep between your legs.

With a sigh you put a bookmark in your spot and set aside the book.

“What would you like to do, my king.” You ask him while wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

He grins at the words slipping through your lips. “How about I treat my lady to a date?” he ask you kissing at your exposed neck.

You can’t help but to tilt your head so he can take more of you.

“That would be nice actually” you purr out as you feel him bite down on your pulse point.

“Where would like to go my dear?” he asks against your jaw kissing it.

“Surprise me.” You tell him and kiss him gently.

“Not on the couch!” You both hear Bobby tell you. You look over to where his voice came from, and he standing at the door way.

“His fault, not mine.” You blame Crowley.

“I don’t care who’s to blame, now get off of there.” Bobby grumbles out going over to his chair.

“Aww, we’re just having a little bit of fun Dad.” Crowley points out, holding you closer.

You laugh and push Crowley away from you. “Sorry Bobby.” You apologize.

Crowley falls down on the floor with a curse.

“You got anything on the book?” Bobby asks you bringing a bottle of beer to his lips.

You laugh softly and sit up, and tell him everything you found out on the book while Crowley sit back on the couch with his legs crossing, pulling you close to his side.

Bobby seemed the most okay with you seeing Crowley, and he acted like nothing is wrong at all.

After you tell Bobby what you had found you out, you move over deeper into Crowley embrace.

“Ok, that’s all I needed to know, I’ll inform Garth.” Bobby tells you getting up from his chair and goes over to the phones.

“Ok, wish him luck for me.” You call over to Bobby. Then you look over to Crowley who is grinning, then next thing you know he on top of you again.

“Now, where was I?” He asks himself with a devilish smile over you. “Oh yes, I was about to ravish you till you beg me.” He answers leaning down to you close to kiss you.

“NOT ON THE COUCH YA IJITS!” Bobby yells over at you, you making you laugh  loudly.

“Sorry, that’s a mood killer.” You laugh out as you pull away from Crowley.

“I guess that is true.” He sighs and sits away. “I guess this a good time as any, to set up for that date I promised you.” He says in his deep voice.

“I can’t wait.” You tell him with a smile. “What should I wear?” you ask him sitting up to kiss his cheek.

“Anything will fit nicely.” He tells you with a smirk.

“Then I guess I’ll wear my birthday suit.” You tease running a hand through your hair.

A growl rumbles in his chest, he pulls you onto his lap. “, and let others see what belongs to me?” he growls out holding on to your waist.

You kiss his cheek, “I suppose we can’t have that.” You agree and hook your hands together behinds his neck.

“How about we save that for afterward.” He suggests pulling you closer to his chest.

“Sounds like a grand idea.” You reply kisses him on the lips.

“____!” You hear Dean voice call for you through the house.

“Duty calls my dear.” You sigh as you remove yourself from his lap.

“I want you to be ready by eight, and I’ll send something over for you to wear.” He tells you with smirk, and stands up to disappear.

You smile to yourself, wondering what Crowley has up his sleeve. Then went over where Dean had called you from.

You go over to Dean who just came home from an easy hunt. “Welcome home Dean.” You greet him with a smile.

“Crowley her?” he asks you in a cold tone.

“No, he is gone. No need to worry.” You huff out crossing your arms over your chest.

“Look, ____. I just don’t want you hurt. Who do you know he won’t back stab you, like he always does?” he asks going closer to you and placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t know, if or when he’ll do it. I don’t care at the moment. I-I love him ok.” You confess pushing him off of you.

“We’re hunter ____, we don’t fall in love.” He tells you in all truth hitting you.

“We can. We’re not the monster we hunt! We are humans Dean.” You back fire at him.

“He’s a demon.” He states.

“Cas is an angle of the lord, yet you fucked him just last night!”

“That’s beside the point!”

“No, it’s not. If you get to keep your little angle, then I’m staying with him whether you like it or not!” you stay slamming your fist on the wall beside you.

“…. Fine, do what you want. When he hurts you don’t come crawling to me.” Dean throws out raising his voice.

“It won’t happen! Not while you’re alive!” you shout loudly, getting really pissed off with him.

“Get out of my sight!” He yells pointing to the door.

“Fine!!” you yell out and storming out of the door.

Dean stands there for a moment rubbing his face trying to figure out what went wrong.

Then his worst nightmare comes true. He hears baby’s engine being awaken. Dean runs out of the door to see you driving off in the Impala.

“EAT IT, YOU BOW LEGGED DICK!” you scream out of the window was you speed away.

“Son of a bitch!”

Sam comes out onto the porch to see what all the yelling is about.

“She didn’t”

“She did! I’m going to shoot her if I see her next.” He promises

“Dean you’re over reacting.” His younger brother tries to state.

“No, over reacting is locking her in the panic room and beating the shit out of her!” he growls. “No, I’ll do that. Shooting her is to kind for stealing baby!!” he adds on going into the house full of anger and hate.

“Dean!” Sam yells. “You will not do such a thing to her! It’s your own damn fault for pissing her off so much!” he tells his older brother.

You speed off onto the highway with tears running down you cheeks. “They were supposed to be my family! How could Dean but such, such, A DICK!” you yell to yourself anger still boiling inside you.

“I can’t believe he thinks he is better than I! He gets to date his angle who tried to be the new god!” you roar out, pressing down on the gas.

You look down at the speed you are going and slow down a bit. “Calm down. This is payback enough.” You laugh off.

Stealing Dena most prized object was the worst thing that you could do to him. You look at the radio and change all of his stations to modern pop, and country. You laugh loudly at your wickedness.

“MAHAHAHAH!” You laugh maniacally at your evil.

“Nice evil laugh, but it comes from the throat love.” Crowley say next to you as he suddenly appear.

“SHIT!” you yell getting scared and almost losing the wheel.

“CROWLEY! You scared the shit out of me.” You sigh trying to calm down.

“Sorry my dear. I just wanted to make sure you are alright.” He states puts his arm over your shoulder.

“I’m fine, just needed to get the fuck away from him, he says I can’t love in with a demon.” You explain.

“ohh using the ‘L’ word” he laughs gently and leans over to kiss your head.

“I-I guess so.” You blush keeping your eyes on the road.

“I quite like it.” He grins as he plays with your hair. You smile to yourself and drives over to a local motel house.

“So what are you going to do now?” He asks you getting out of the car.

“Well Dean is going to hunt me down within the hour; he’ll punch me a bit and yell at me. Then we go over to a bar and drink till we make up. I’ve done this before.” You tell him your plan getting out of the car.

“I guess this means we’re postponing out date.” He asks with a disappointed face.

You go over by his side of the car and kiss his cheek. “Sorry, but I suppose so. I’ll make it up to you.” You promise.

“Oh how?” he ask you with doubt.

You lean over to his ear and whisper in his ear. “I’ll let you do whatever you twisted mind has in stored. Chain, whips, anything.” You finish off by blowing soft air over his ear, making him moan softly.

“Now, I can’t wait.” He growls out, pulling you close by your waist. You laugh at his eagerness and wrap your arms around him.

“Nor can I.” you purr out kissing him gently, he kisses you back and smiles.

“Sorry, but I think I will be off on my way. The King of Hell is very busy.” He tells you with a sigh in his voice.

“Alright, make sure you hold you back.” You say with a giggle. “You’ll need to save yourself, for the date.” You add on.

“Don’t worry, I’ll have more than enough energy for our date” he informs you with a smile. Crowley put a stray hair behind you ear and then disappears from you.

You wait by the car doing your nails as you wait for Dean, after an hour – a bit longer the usual- he finally shows up, in a beat up rusty truck.

“___!” he yells out getting out the truck slamming the door shut.

“Well there Dean~!” you sing toward him as you twitter your fingers at him.

“What did you do to my car!” he growls out storming over to you.

“Nothing, geez, I just took her out for a spin.” You state letting the words drip with lies.

He looks over the car inside and out. After seeing that she was fine, he goes over by you, giving you a good punch to the stomach not holding back.

“I told you to never steal her again!” he roars loudly, pushing you away.

You hunch over holding your stomach but you just mocked him by smiling.

“I don’t recall.” You lie rub the abused skin.

“Why you little bitch!” he growls bunching you across the jaw, you stumble away from the punch a little.

“You know, it not polite to hit a lady” you hiss out, causing him to punch you again.

“You like punching ladies, does it get you all hot and bother for later?” you ask him with a smirk as you lips bleed open.

“Do you ever shut the hell up!” he yells punching you one last time, having his knuckles covered in his blood mixed with yours.

You spit out a mixture of blood and spit. “Only when it suits me.” You laugh out wiping away the blood.

“How long are you going to act like a child!?” he ask you in his booming voice.

“When you stop acting like a cunt!” You yell at him standing back up and pushing him a bit.

“Don’t push it____” he warns biting his lip. You stand face to face with him for a bit challenging him.

“What are you going to do?” you ask him poking him in the chest.

“I’ll fucking brake your fucking hand.” He answers gripping your hand and bending it.

You take in a hard breath, making a hiss noise through your teeth. “Careful now, what will Cas think of you?” you ask him as your eyes darken with anger.

He lets go of you and push you away again. “Fuck off.” He tells you.

“Oh I would but you told me I can’t anymore.” You laugh out as you lean down so you can sit on the street.

“This isn’t about that!” he yells again.

“IT IS THOUGH!” you roar loudly, “What would you do if I told you to stop seeing Cas? You would tell me to piss off and mind my own business!” you blame him.

He turns quit and looks down at you before lifting his foot and driving it down to your gut.

You let out a scream as you feel a rib break. “Why son of a dick! Don’t blame me if I’m right!” you yell while tears slip from your eyes.

“Drop it ___” he tells you, “I can do what I like when I like!” he adds on.

“While you judge other for doing the same.” You growl out as you fall over to your side, in too much pain to stay up.

Dean sits down by you. “Fuck off.” He tells you again and sighs.

“You first.” You tell him with a smile.

“I’m sorry…” you say to him with a sigh looking at him.

“It’s fine. I guess we both were acting like spoiled brat.” He sighs run his hand through his hair.

“Truths?” you suggest holding out your hand.

Dean takes hold of your hand. “Truths. I guess I’m fine with you seeing Crowley.” He tells you with another sigh.

“Now, let’s go get drunk” you say with wince once you try to sit up again.

With a laugh, Dean helps you stand up. “Sounds like a plan.” He says with a smirk.

You hold your side and get into the car and drive to the nearest bar.

“How’s your face?” Dean asks you after he sits down in a booth.

“Hurts like hell, but I’ll live.” You tell him sitting down and poke at your busted lip, flinching away from the sting.

“Sorry about that, just don’t steal Baby again.” He says pointing at you.

“Fine, fine.” You surrender with a laugh.

You two stay there for the rest of the night, taking shots and getting drunk off your asses.

Right now you two are creaking up about nothing at all.

“There you two are!” you both hear Sam voice call out.

“Saammy!” Dean says in a cheerful tone.

“Come drink with us.” You suggest lifting up a shot to him.

“Uhh no. I’m taking you two home.” Sam say with a laugh and helps you and Dean up out of the booth.

Dean patted Sam on the face softly. “Good little brother.” He tells him making you start to giggle.

Sam pays the tab and starts to drag you two out of the bar to the car.

“Bobby dropped me off, so we’re taking the Impala.” Sam tells you both.

“Don’t hurt her.” Dean orders him, as he lies back in the back of the car. Sam put you with him.

“Now don’t throw up on each other, because I’m not cleaning it.” Sam warned out.

You sit in the back and lean on Dean and he put his arm around your shoulder.

Sam takes a picture for blackmail before moving into the driver seat.

“I love you ya know that!” you say to Dean petting his face.

“No, I love you.” He tells you with a laugh and hugs you tightly then poking your nose.

You both laugh loudly and pass out on each other.

Same gets to the house, to see Crowley at the doorway.

“Welcome home boys.” He purrs out with his signature smile on.

“Hey, help me get them in.” Sam tells him with a wheezes out taking out a sleeping Dean from the car.

Crowley goes over to the car and pulls you out. “Come here love.” He says gently pulling you into his arms, bridle style.

You lean into him while he takes you up to your room.

“You seem like a bar.” Crowley comments as he lays you on the bed causing you to wake up slightly.

“Looks it’s a Crowley.” You whisper out looking up at him. He smiles and looks down at you, and his smile goes into a frown.

“Did he hurt you?” He asked you seriously, looking at you dead at the eyes.

“Who?” you asked him confused.

“That Bow-legged Dean.” Crowley growls out.

“Oh yeah, that.” You laugh then wince from pain. Crowley sighs and makes a mental note to make Dean pay.

“Does it hurt Darling?” he asks you while moving hair out of your eyes.

“I’ll be fine.” You smile up at him starting to fall asleep. “Lay down with me.” You tell him as you move over a bit ignoring the pain in your side.

“I wish I could love, but I still have something to take care of. I just came to see if you were safe.” He tells you with a sigh and kisses your forehead as he heals your wounds.

“I’ll miss you.” You tell him with a tilted smile and pull him down by his suit jacket.

He doesn’t fight you and moves along with you. You kiss him on the lips softly.

“I love you.” You whisper out as you fall asleep.