Everyone knows. Every single demon in hell knows that you’re Crowleys favorite. He bends over backwards for you more than he does for Sam and Dean. Except for you. You’re clueless.

You were supposed to be hunting with Crowley today, a few of his demons had gone rogue, simple case, right? You two tend to argue a lot, he likes to deny any ounce of caring about anything. It makes cases difficult. And now you’ve been kidnapped, and you’re bound in a corner of some old gross building. The demons who kidnapped you keep talking about this being a trap for Crowley. But that doesn’t make sense to you. He doesn’t care enough to risk himself, or even to come get you from anywhere really, right?

Within a few hours, he finds you. You’re shocked when you hear that deep, gravelly voice, but it’s him no doubt. “what the hell do you insignificant, low level demons think you’re doing? If you wanted my attention, there were better ways to get it!” His voice sounds almost.. raw, like he’s.. concerned?