you never expected for this to happen, to be this attached or attracted to a demon, let alone the king of hell.

it all started when crowley kept getting in trouble with the boys, sam and dean. they kept needing to bring him in, question him or get his help. you’ve always had familial issues with your father, so maybe it was.. natural?

you knew you had always stared a little too long at his beard or his hands, but you noticed it only at this point. he was sat, tied and chained to a chair that sam and dean had put him in. they were stood in the corner, brainstorming ways to make him talk. you were just researching for the rest of the case. you then look over at him.. him chained and tied to that chair, his legs slightly parted. he was.. hot? you thought. your eyes traveled to his lap, wondering what it would be like to sit on it, not even in an intimate way. even just for him to comfort you and take care of you. crowley had noticed all the times you glanced at him, the way your eyes followed him in admiration and.. need. he oddly liked it. he’d try smirk or wink at you anytime he saw you staring.

since that day, you’ve tried avoiding him when you can and even avoiding looking at him.

right now, you’re sat in the motel the boys left you in. laying on your stomach on the bed, legs swinging in the air. you were wearing an oversized black tshirt with some grey shorts. your hair slightly messy but it looked just perfect around your face. you’re just doodling in your notebook and writing down random things. you end up thinking about crowley, chewing on your pencil slightly as you do so. you then hear a familiar voice next to you. it was him. he had teleported into the motel room, as if you summoned him.

“hey, darling.” he mused, seeing you chewing on your pencil.