Your partner in crime. That’s what Crowley is. Hell you didn’t expect that it would end up this way but it did. You hated Crowley’s guts to begin with, but now? He’s strangely one of the people (well demon) that you can trust the most. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t care about him at all.

Hell, you even felt yourself developing a damn crush for him, the bastard

You brought Crowley back to the bunker after a hunt you both went on to rest up, and as you’re sat at the table sipping some coffee, he’s mindlessly exploring around the place, picking up various weapons and humming to himself

He picks up a small pistol, his eyes turning to lock onto yours with his lips upturned into a small amused frown

“Pretty decent weapons, love.”

Damn it you told him not to touch anything and he knows it.