Plot: You were a knight of hell and you heard that King Crowley was captured by the Winchesters and you snapped in the bunker to save Crowley.
Your POV
"(Y/N), King Crowley has been locked up by the Winchester," my best man Harper said. I pulled the folder away from me and sat properly on my chair. "I'm going,"
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Using one of the Grand Coven's witches, they snapped me in the bunker. But the only risk is, I'm outnumbered. I'm not an ordinary demon, I'm a knight. Last one after Abbadon. Anyways I gripped my gun and blade in my hands until I heard someone cock their gun. I looked around to see the Winchesters. I smirked evilly and turned my eyes black then to their normal ones. "How did you get here?" Sam said. "Your spells are getting pretty weak you know? Without Magnus, they're dying. I suggest you grab one of Magnus's relatives and let you power up this bunker," I smirked as I started pacing. Dean's gun triggered and shot me in the shoulder. "Ow?" I said in an asking tone. Sam then charged at me and grabbed my shoulder tight. Dean got behind me and tied my hands with him. "Oooh kinky, you know?" I wiggled my eyebrows tempting them. Sam pushed the blade in my left chest but it did nothing. My eyes turned black uncontrollably and I twitched my neck. I felt pain in that area and my flesh sparked red, but it didn't kill me. I looked down at Dean's arm to see the Mark was gone. "Aw poor Winchesters, you gotta try another way," I chuckled as I kicked Dean in the shin and punched his jaw up knocking him out cold. I elbowed Sam in the face and punched him in the face hard knocking him out too. My eyes blinked to their normal ones and I ran to the dungeon. I opened it to see Crowley sitting there with chains. "Hello Darling," he smirked. "King," I bowed down slightly and looking around. I saw the trap and touched it hoping that my powers could burn a chunk but it burned me back. Then I heard a gun trigger again and I turned around slowly. I saw Sam behind Dean holding up the colt. "You know that can't kill me right?" I sighed. "Yeah but it can slow you down," he smirked. Dean cocked then gun behind me and I backed up grunting as I entered the trap. Dean and Sam sighed as I threw a tantrum and kicked the foot of the table causing it to lightly snap. The Winchesters then closed the dungeon and walked off. "What were you doing?" Crowley said standing up. I looked up at him since I was slightly shorter. "Hell, is getting so... Wild without you. They were all panicking and stuff. They were killing their own kind," I gritted. "But you. You're a knight of hell. You should take charge like Abbadon did," Crowley said patting my shoulder. "Well I'm not like Abbadon. I know I'm a demon and I should be mean, but I don't want to. I wanna help the bad, fight the good and just be me. I won't take the throne, it's not mine," I said whimpering slightly. Crowley cupped my cheek to force me to look at him. "That's why I like you," he kissed me gently and at first I didn't respond but after awhile I tied my hands around his waist. We pulled away and we were looking to each other. Then I thought, I may just be one of Crowley's play demons, like one night stand sort of thing. "No you're not one night stand. I actually really like you," he chuckled. Then we spent the rest of our days in the dungeon. At least I'm with Crowley.
