Lying on the bed, flipping through the pages of a book, you suddenly feel a dip in the bed, and a weight on your side.

Looking down, you see Crowley scooting against you, his head nuzzling against your neck. You feel him lightly grind against your thigh, short and desperate breaths leaving him.

“Crowley?” You say softly, wrapping your free arm around his back. He grips onto your shirt tightly, not making eye contact with you.

“Shut it, angel.” He pants out, making you smile a bit.