Supernatural OneShots, Preferences, Imagines and Chat Rooms

OneShot: Baby it's cold outside

You were sitting by the fire with your boyfriend Crowley. It was Christmas Eve, and you were in a cabin in the middle of the woods.
"Crowley, I really can't stay," you said, trying to stand up off of the couch.
"Baby it's cold outside" Crowley replied, holding your hand tightly, pulling you back down.
"I've got to go away" you said, pulling out of his grasp and standing up.
"Baby it's cold outside" he repeated, standing up too.
"This evening has been-"  you began.
"Been hoping that you'd drop in" he interrupted with a smile.
"So very nice" you finished your thought. Crowley reached out and held your hand.
"I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice" he said, sweetly.

"My brothers will start to worry," you warned, knowing how your brothers will be getting soon.
"Beautiful, what's your hurry?" Crowley cooed.
"Cassie will be pacing the floor," you added, thinking bout your worry wort angel friend.
"Listen to the fireplace roar," he purred, wrapping an arm around you.
"So really I'd better scurry" you insisted, putting your hand on the handle.
"Beautiful, please don't hurry," he pleaded.
"Maybe just a half a drink more ," you gave in. Crowley smiled and turned to the bottle of whiskey.
"Put some records on while I pour," he responded. You obeyed and put on some music, taking your glass and returning to your place on the couch.

"The demons might think" you commented, getting up again.
"Baby, it's bad out there," Crowley said, looking out the window.
"Say, what's in this drink?" you questioned, looking at the glass in your hand.
"No hunts to be had out there," he teased.
"I wish I knew how-" you grinned at him, putting your hat on.
"Your eyes are like starlight now," he complimented, holding onto your hand tightly.
"To break this spell," you sighed, staring into his eyes.
"I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell," he said, snatching the hat off your head.

"I ought to say no, no, no," you smirked, as he snapped your coat off.
"Mind if I move in closer?" he asked, cuddling close to you.
"At least I'm gonna say that I tried" you admitted, shaking your head.
"What's the sense in hurting my pride?" Crowley questioned.
"I really can't stay," you pulled away from him.
"Baby don't hold out," he said, his hand on your shoulder.
"Ah, but it's cold outside," you said, taking the words right from his mouth before you kissed him.

-Time Skip-

"I've got to get home," you insisted, you stood up, a warm cookie still in your hand.
"Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there," he replied, worriedly.
"Say, lend me your coat," you said, with your hand out. Crowley ignored you and looked out the window.
"It's up to your knees out there," he stated.
"You've really been grand," you said, with a sad smile as he held your hand, like he never would again.
"Thrill when you touch my hand," he commented, kissing your hand.
"Why don't you see?" you said, starting to get slightly annoyed as you wrapped his coat around you.
"How can you do this thing to me?" he whined, trying to pull you back.

"There's bound to be talk tomorrow," you warned.
"Think of my life long sorrow-" he started, before you finished your thought.
"At least there will be plenty implied," you insisted.
"If you caught pneumonia and died," he said, a tear possibly building up in his eyes.
"I really can't stay," you said, starting to give in, holding his hand a little more tightly now.
"Get over that hold out," Crowley insisted.
"Ah, but it's cold outside," you replied, seeing what he may be seeing in the weather.
"Oh, baby, it's cold outside," he repeated with a smirk. He kissed you as the record player played the last line of the song.

Oh, baby, it's cold outside.

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-G