Supernatural Imagines

His Little Secret Crowley X Reader

Requested by Castiel_Booteh Thank you! I changed some stuff up, I hope you don't mind but the main plot is still the same. Some stuff in the Author's Note if you would please check that shit out that would be delightful.

SOMETHING HAS BEEN MADE TO FIT THE ONESHOT PLOT LINE. NO, IT IS NOT IN THE SUPERNATURAL TV SERIES CANON PLOT OKAY? BUT THIS SCENARIO IS VERY PLAUSIBLE IN SUPERNATURAL, OKAY? SO I DON'T WANNA ANY SHIT TALK ABOUT HOW IT'S NOT IN SUPERNATURAL, BECAUSE I FUCKING KNOW OKAY? I SWEAR TO SEBASTIAN IF I SEE ONE COMMENT ON THAT I WILL MAKE SURE THAT THIS BOOK IS COMPLETED AFTER THIS ONESHOT, OT IT?

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You were Crowley's right hand woman. Second in command, vice-president, co-founder, you get the idea. You were an incredibly powerful demon, your power insane enough to make the King of Hell want you by his side. But it's not like you were evil becasue you wanted to resurrect Satan or follow Azazel to the ends of the earth. You were basically the Gabriel of Hell. You joked around a lot and always found ways to make your daily works and assignments to have a little more fun mixed in with the hellish pot. Yet, other lower class demons knew that it was suicide to stir up too much trouble around you. Rumor had it that you were a Knight of Hell many centuries ago, you had yet to prove that rumor true. But you could be a fearsome beast that fed off of the bloodshed you produced, morals and wits aside.

You weren't one for flings and one night stands. They would usually end up with you either killing or sacrificing your partner because hey, it was the thing to do back in the 1400's! So you just focused on the tasks at hand.

Crowley was much different. Although he didn't show it, he could be a softy. He reminded you of Raphael from TMNT, the way he could be deadly and dangerous on the outside, yet cuddle with his Hell Hounds at night. The King of Hell had had his eyes on you for a while, getting distracted from signing yellowed documents whilst staring at you. He easily got lost and side tracked watching you, but would never show his burning desire to just hold you in his arms. Sure, it was a little cheesy, but it was truly how he felt.

There was massive preparations being made down into the fiery pits. In Purgatory, no not the one in Miami, but in Purgatory Purgatory, a large hole has been made and became a portal. Now this wouldn't be so bad except for the fact that this hole went straight into Hell. It was only a one way door though, once you got in Hell, no escaping. So many dead creatures and other things first thought this "hole" was just a short cut to get out of Purgatory. But it obviously wasn't as they instantly dropped into Hell as unexpected and uninvited guests. So tonight, you and other troupes of demons were going to seal this hole and kill anything else that got out of Purgatory.

"Crowley, the enchantments and spells have been recorded correctly and all of the materials have been gathered." You walked up to your King, who sat in his Throne, looking bored.

"Hmm? Oh, good. We will leave soon." He sighed, looking up at you.

"Are you okay?" You asked, peering at Crowley.

"Just fine, (Y/N), but rather on the sober side." He replied, standing up.

"But demons can't get drunk?" You looked at him quizzically.

"What a pity." He nodded at you and walked away.

You shook you head as if trying to rid the confused feeling you got and catch up with Crowley.

"Crowley, what did you mean by that?" You asked.

"Ever heard the saying "Confessions come with the help of courage or alcohol"? It's not the most popular, but surely a woman of your age should have heard it somewhere, yes?" He asked, looking down at you, eyebrows raised.