Crowley My King: Part Thirty (CrowleyXReader)

You are in the living room, laying on the couch with a bowl of ice cream on your chest while your rub your hand on your bellying making whooshing sounds. 

"Maybe I'll just eat all the food and get fat after I have you." you suggest, talking to your unborn child. 

You felt tired from all that weird demon magic the baby was giving you, but you haven't even been able to move a piece of paper with the magic. Yet you still feel so tired from how much energy was taken away from you. 

As you shoved another spoon full of ice cream into your mouth, you hear heavy booted feet come up the stairs. 

"Deeeeaan. More ice cream please?" you whine out to the hunter. 

"Why are you eating ice cream your going to get yourself sick." you hear a different voice say, the belonged to same. 

Both you and Dean directed a shut up at him. 

"I'm pregnant, I get to eat all I want." you inform taking in the last melty bits from the bowl, then to lift it in the air. "More pwease." you say softly in the cutie voice you know Dean can't fight against. 

"Well don't be crying when you get a belly ach Miss." Sam says with a bit of sass to his voice. 

Dean laughs gently at the reaction of his brother and moves over to you to take the bowl. 

"I'll be right back." He tells as he bends down and kiss your forehead with care. You hum at his affection, always enjoying the feeling when your adopted family gives you. 

Dean goes to the kitchen, and you can hear him open the fridge but soon close it again. 

"Umm, we're out of ice cream ____. Sorry" he apologize. 

You sit straight up at the shocking news. "Well go buy some." you tell him as if it was plan and simple. 

"____ babe, it's 4 in the morning, no where is open that sells ice cream." he tells you setting the bowl in the sink so it can get washed later. 

"Theres bound to be some where?" you question as your voice raises in fear of no more cold creamy goodness. 

"Sorry kid." he simply replies in a yawn. 

You look at you from the living room as tears start to run down your cheeks. 

"But Dean." you whine out. "I really want some ice cream." you tell him whipping away the tears that keep coming. 

"Hey don't do that, there's no place to get any." he tells you using a stronger voice, but that just makes your emotions worse. Tears start fall out more. 

It isn't to soon till Dean get up quickly getting up and wrapping his arms around you. 

"Why am I crying!?" you question as tears blur your vision. 

"Well like you keep reminding us, you are pregnant. You're all jumbled up inside makin' ya emotional." he tells you in a soft coo as he rubs your back. 

"Yes I'm pregnant, I have a demon baby growing inside of my gut! That should mean I can get ice cream!" you state out, shoving Dean away and pulling your knees to your check letting yourself cry. 

Dean looks over to his younger brother, completely lost on what he should do, but Sam is already fleeing the room not wanting to get lost in the trouble. 

"Do you really want me to go out and get you some ice cream in the middle of the goddamn night?" Dean ask again this time letting his annoyance  be voiced. 

"No, because now you're mad at me." you reply not looking up at him but he can still tell you are crying. 

"Dear god Dean don't you have a soul?" a dark joking voice appears out of no where. 

You look up to the voice to see Crowley standing in the middle of the room with a hand behind his back. 

"She pregnant for god sakes, she growing a living human... demon child in her, and you don't have the heart to go out and get her some creamy goodness. I mean she working magic in her body! Without magic." He rants on using his free hand to express himself. 

You keep looking at him as he specks glaring small daggers at him, but not as much because he on your side of your mighty need of ice cream. 

"FINE!" Dean yells as he shoves himself off of the couch and storms out of the house with a growl. 

Crowley laughs deeply as he hears the roar of the Impala drive away, "To easy." he chuckles.  

"What are you doing here.?" you asks coldly as you wipe away the tears on the sleeve of your shirt. 

He looks at you with a soft smile and shows you what he was hiding behind his back, which happens to be a huge tub of ice cream. 

"I heard you were in need of this." he tells you with a smirk. 

"Didn't you just tell Dean to go out and get some?" You question, "Why do that when you have some here?" you add on even more confused. 

"I don't like how close he was getting to you." He tells you sitting in the arm chair across from you. 

"What do you care anymore, I'm just a whore." you mock in a British accent. turning your head away from him but still eyeing the ice cream tub. 

He doesn’t reply to the comment right away, just sitting here looking at you. 

"You're not a whore ___. I apologize... I was wrong." he confesses, making you snap back looking at him. 

You see that his body is tense and he is looking down at your lap. 

"I should of believe you when you told me I was wrong." he tells then pauses, he looks like he is trying to say something but not sure how. 

"I missed you this past week." He finally says. "When I go into our bedroom at night, I always think you will be in there waiting for me so we can sleep. I mean I don't need to sleep but it reminded me of you, how you would curl up into my side and rest your head on my chest as we fell asleep. Once you were asleep you would roll onto your other side but always keeping close to me and twisting your legs in with mine." he adds on, still not looking at you. 

Silence fall between you two for a long while. 

"Give me the ice cream, it's melting." you tell him holding your hand out to take it. 

He simply sighs and hand it to you. Quickly taking off the lid you dive right into the cold cream with your spoon. Once it touches your mouth you let out a soft moan enjoying the flavors. 

"Peanut butter and cookies." You sigh out. "You know me to well." you tell him in a laugh as you take another spoonful. 

Silence again. 

"He moved the other day." You tell him looking up at the ceiling. "The guys couldn't feel him, it's to soon for that, but I felt him." you explain as your eyes get teary again. 

Crowley looks at you with wide eyes and a smile. "I bet he feels strong and powerful." he comments looking at you with adoring love. 

"He did, like his father." you tell him in a chock as you start crying again. 

"Oh come here." He coos softly as he gets up and moves the tub of ice cream before he sits by you, but doesn't pull you into his embrace he allows  you to lean into him. 

"The things you said hurt me so badly Crowley." you tell him as you cry into his chest hugging him tightly. 

"I know. I regret saying them to you. My anger got the best of me. I'm a fool." he sighs holding you and kissing your head. 

"More then a fool, you're stupid and an idiot. You should of known I'm loyal to you, I still am." you correct him. "I was so lonely when you weren't here. I couldn't stop crying." you tell him. 

"And I'm sure that has nothing to do with being pregnant." he chuckles. 

"It's your fault for not using protection." you laugh gently through your tears. 

Both of you don't say anything after that, he just keeps holding onto you and you hold onto him as if he could poof away any moment. 

"So you forgive me?" he asks after a little while. 

You sniff a bit before replying. "No I'm still hurting, but I'm willing to try." you tell him sitting up looking up at him in his handsome green eyes. 

"That's all I ask for." he sighs out in relief, he lets his head drop relaxing a bit. 

You cup your hands on both side of his face to have him look up at him so you can kiss him deeply as to replace the kisses you missed when you were away from him. 

"What was that for?" he asks once you pull away. You rest your forehead along with his relaxing into him. 

"Sealing a deal." you tell him keeping your eyes closed as you let yourself be with him again.