(Not my art)

After S2 crowley pulls up to his flat. You two have been roomates since beelzebub couldn’t take a settlement with a human resident and you were interesting enough to keep around. You’re laying on the couch scrolling on your phone as crowley walks up to the couch kneeling and pouting with a very upset look in his eyes barely visible behind his shades. He lets you take them off and set them aside even hugging you and sobbing. He’s been rejected in the worst way possible and he’s not even sure if he can handle dwelling on it without feeling like a bad duck (when he’s drunk he’ll sometimes say “maybe I can’t be a duck since water doesn’t roll off me”) and in that scenario he’d just cry about it and feel like more of a reject.

You sit up and offer him to sit in your lap and he does. Straddling your hips and hugging you he relies completely on you to help. No not make fun of him, to be there in the most important ways as he falls apart…