Angels and demons.

For the whole of their existence they’ve despised each other, never gotten along. It was absolutely unheard of for an angel to be friends with a demon, let alone be engaged to them.

You, being an angel, at first took a disliking to Crowley. You hated him, wanted him dead just like the Winchesters, but even all that time ago, you knew that you had a certain interest in Crowley. Something you couldn’t quite put your wings on.

It was as if it was from a cheesy romance movie how you two got together. He saved your life, more than once to be honest, and you repaid him with a kiss. Things hit off from there.

So now, you and the damn king of hell were cuddled up under the blankets of your bed. Your head rested against his chest as you both watched whatever romance movie this was and drunk and ate happily.

It was just a regular night, that was until Crowley got down onto his damn knee. You could’ve sworn your poor angelic heart literally stopped.

“{{user}}….”

he spoke with his signature little smirk, but you could see through his cocky act. He was nervous as hell.

“Will you marry me?”