Crowley My King: Part Sixteen (CrowleyXReader)

You spend the rest of the day, either sleeping on the couch, or eating which is followed by empting your stomach.

“Are you sure this is healthy?” Dean asks you as he comes into the bathroom.

“It’s called morning sickness.” You groan out as you lean over the toilet.

“But it’s three in the afternoon.” He states out rubbing your back to comfort you.

“The baby must not like pie.” You laugh out. “Cause that the last thing I ate.” You inform him.

“How can he not like pie!?” He asks in pure shock. “It’s one of the best things ever.” He states out.

“You can ask him when he come out.” You tell him with a smile. “That will be in eight and a half months.” You add on while getting up to wash out the gross taste from your mouth.

“Well what can you eat without getting sick?” Dean asks you, with that face he makes when he doesn’t like something.

“Well, chocolate syrup is a good. Pickles, donuts, beef jerky, and a few other things.” You list out while counting on your fingers.

“Well that sounds healthy.” He laughs out while walking out of the bathroom with you following him.’

“Ehh, I eat healthyish.” You tell him with a shrug.

“Heh, maybe you can get Sammy to make you of his crap food.” He points out with a smile.

“Hah, he’ll probable have a great time, having his health food in the house, for someone but himself.” You joke around pushing Dean with your shoulder.

You both go downstairs to the living room, you both see that the couch is free so you each reach over the couch. Dean tries to trip you but you use him to grab your balance again. You grab onto his jacket and pull him back behind you before you dive down on the couch.

“Hah! I win.” You call out as you lay on the couch.

“Not for long.” He says lying down on top of you, making you let out a groan as his weight pushes you.

“Stop that, get off of me.” You tell him trying to push him off, but he doesn’t move at all.

“Why, you’re in my spot” he points out, as he wiggles his body trying to get comfortable.

You let out a sigh of defeat and let yourself go limp, but he still doesn’t move.

“Ok, in order for me to move, you need to get up first.” You point out poking at his shoulder.

“Nah, I’m good. I’m rather comfortable right now.” He laughs out putting his hands over his head.

“Meeeh, please get off.” You beg of him while trying to push him away, but he still doesn’t move at all.

“Are you sure Crowley is The King of Hell, and not you?” you ask him with a smirk.

“Herherher. Very funny.” He says with a smile and stays still on top of you.

“Dude you’re gonna make me pee!” you tell him in a whine.

“Just say when you need to get up. I’mma take a nap.” He tells you still with a smile.

You sigh and give up again; you let him lay on top of you like a giant blanket.

Sam  walks into the living room with a beer in hand.

“Where ____?” He asks only seeing Dean on the couch.

You lift you arm and wave. “Hi Sammy.” You say softly.

“What? Dean why are you on her?” he ask rubbing his forehead.

“She in my spot.” He points out like it a fact.

“I was here first!” you call out.

“I was born first!” He shouts out like he will win the argument with that.

“So! That means shit!” you call out while raising your legs so Dean is lifted in the air a little bit, but not enough.

“God! Why are you so heavy!?” you ask him in loud voice.

“Why you so tiny!?” he fires back as he fall back on top of you.

You stay quiet for a moment trying to think about how you can get him off of you, than an evil idea runs through.

You let the water works come out, tears easily come streaming out as your voice comes out in sob. “Dean get off, you’re hurting me. You’re squishing the baby!” you point out as tears come out heavier.

With that Dean quickly moves off of you with scared face paint on him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I was just playing around.” He tells you leaning in front of you while stroking you hair.

“Why are you so mean to me? I cook for everyone, I get you pie, and this is how you show your love to me, when I’m making a living person in my stomach.” You call out rolling into a ball while you cry, only to hide your smile.

Sam walks over to Dean and hits him upside the head. “Look at what you did!” Sammy yells out pointing at you.

“Stop yelling!” you tell them letting the tears break your voice.

Sam and Dean both go quiet not knowing how to handle this situation.

“Okay, enough of the tears. Why don’t Dean and I go out in town and grab you some food and ice cream.” Sam tries out.

You hide your face in your hands as your grin grows wider.

“How does that sound?” Dean asks rubbing your back gently. You nod your head softly before looking up at them with a pout.

“And can you pick up some cake?” you asks them softly.

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.” Sam says gently as he goes over to the door and pulls on his boots.

“We’ll be right back, and no more crying.” Dean tells you grabbing the keys to his baby.

You nod your head, while wiping away the tears with a sniffle.

“Thanks guys” you tell them as they go out the door. Once you hear the engine of the car start and drive away, you start to laugh out loudly and tears come out for another reason.

“This pregnant thing is going to be fun.” You tell yourself rubbing over the baby.

“You’re going to be so spoiled by them if you do what Momma just did.” You tell your unborn kid.

You roll yourself out of the ball and wipe away any tears left on your face. “Wow, I’m tired” you yawn out as you get comfy on the couch.

“I guess I can take another nap.” You tell yourself yawning again as your eyes become heavier as you fall asleep.

You wake up slowly here and there when something is loud. The first time is when the boys come home but you fall asleep again. The next is when Sam walks into the living room to tell you dinner is ready but leaves so you can rest.

You feel a soft shake push at your shoulder; you let out a groan and rub your eyes so you can see who is waking up.

Dean is leaning down in front of you. “There she is.” He lets out with a smile. “Sam and I are leaving. You have your phone on you in case we need something. Bobby went out to help with Jodi in town.” He tells you softly, knowing you are still waking up.

You look up at him and hug him around his waist. “Be safe, don’t do anything stupid while you’re gone, or I’ll get Cas to get your ass.” You warn with a smile. Dean just nods his head and let’s go of you.

Sam comes in to say his goodbye and hugs you gently. “Make sure you eat something.” He reminds you as he lets go of the hug.

You nod you head at him and smile. “Be safe.” You tell him as well. After that they both walk out the door and leave for their hunt.

You stand up with a starch, letting your elbow give out a pop. “Crowley, are you home?” you call out through the house, but silence stay in the air.

“I guess we’re alone.” You say with a sigh putting your arms around yourself as you go over to the kitchen to eat something.

You look into the fridge, and see a pre-made plate of chicken and some veggies on the side.

“That looks good.” You decide as you pull it out and put it in the microwave to heat up.

You lean over the counter as you wait for your food to heat up.

“So you’re the little whore.” You hear a voice appear in the room. You spin on your heel to see a woman in a suit with long dark hair.

“Excuse me?” you asks her with widen eyes at being called a whore.

“You’re Crowley’s new whore, the one who gotten him distracted from his work.” She states out walking closer to you. You reach behind your back for your gun, but it not there. You forgot you left it in the living room.

“Whore? No. Lover is more like it.” You tell her as a cocky grin shows on your lips.

She lets out an airy laugh at you. “No, no. Whore is right. You see he has many ‘Lover’ around the place. Even in hell.” She informs you getting closer.

You knit your eyebrow together at her, not liking how she is talking to you. “I believe you are lying, slut.” You slide out of your mouth like a snake.

“You shouldn’t be talking girl.” She growls out taking another step closer to you, making you take a step back till you hit the counter. You let out a line of swears in your thoughts.

“Why are you here?” you asks her strongly trying to hide your fear.

“Well, I’m here to clean Crowley messes.  He doesn’t see it yet but you’re holding him back.” She tells you as she rubs off invisible dust off her shoulder.

Your eyes widen at what she is tell you. “What are you going to do?” you ask her in a shaking voice as fear rise in you.

“You don’t listen very well do you?” she states out tilting her head to the side. “I’m cleaning up his mess.” She reminds you again, as she takes your wrist tightly, making you both appear in the middle of the wood.

It’s dark out with a new moon, making it extremely cold. You look around at your surroundings, in full fear now.

“Where are we?” you asks her as you see no sigh of life any where minus the animals and trees.

“I’m not completely sure myself, so that’ll mean no one will find you.” She tells you as she grins like a cat.

When you look back at her, you feel a sharp pain in your stomach, above where the baby is, than you start to feel warm liquid around the pain. You look down at where the pain is coming from. You see that she had stabbed you with a long blade that is point out of your back.

“That should do nicely.” She lets out still smiling as her eyes fill in black. The demon pulls out the knife out of you making your eyes widen and leak with tears.

“Now that mess is clean, the King can keep to his work.” She points out cleaning off the blood with a handkerchief.

You collapse on your knees while your hands hold the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

“Oh I almost forgot!” she says surprised. She leans down and yank away the bracelet, and she disappear from your eyes.

That was your last hope, she taken off the bracelet so Crowley can’t find you. No one would be home till at least morning. You were going to die.

Tears fall down your cheeks from the thought of dying. You didn’t even care the baby was giving you a headache again.

You let out a scream trying to call for help, from anyone. “Please! Someone!” you scream out as you fall to your side not being able to keep steady anymore.

‘My baby is going to die.’ Is all you can think about, you don’t care about how you are going to die, but you can only think about the child inside of you.

After minutes of scream your throat becomes sore and hardly lets out whimpers of pain and sorrow.

Then everything turns dark around your view. All you can feel is the cold air hitting at your wound as hot blood pours out.