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Crowley x Reader (Part 3)

Hey guys! I know this book was supposed to be completed but this was requested by Suyeon_Kim and I thought it would be nice to give some finality to this story. I really hope you enjoy it and if you did let me know in the comments and by voting for it! Also, I am considering keeping this book open so that every now and again if I have an idea or  one of  you guys have a request, I can add to it. But it won't be my main project so I won't be updating it regularly. Please let me know whether that's something you'd want me to do in the comments! Love you guys and hope you like this <3

Lounging on the sofa in the living room of the Bunker, you waited for Sam and Dean to return from a hunt. It was only a vengeful spirit but you had gotten so badly hurt on the last hunt they didn't let you go; you would only get in the way. That was a disadvantage of being human again: your vessel- body- couldn't repair itself so quickly, so you had to suffer through the recovery period just the same as everybody else. You sometimes did things like that, call yourself a vessel instead of a body, just because you were used to it before. While the boys were on their hunt, you remembered you had some business of your own to deal with. So, you hauled yourself up from the sofa and strolled out the front door.

It had only been four months since you escaped the claws of Crowley that night but you had to admit, you were pretty good at spoiling his fun. You had sabotaged many of his games and the best part was, he never saw you coming. Things like freeing his prisoners, offering his investments better deals. And you were presented with yet another chance to mess with him. Crowley had a heist planned in New York, the Museum of Modern Art. One particular 'A Starry Night' had caught his eye and he wanted to sell it to the big dogs of the art world. There's a lot of money in old paintings. And if it came to it, Crowley would just steal it and collect the reward money himself by returning it after a while. "Coincidentally" you would happen to be at that very building on the same day, and through the grapevine heard of his little scheme. You couldn't not intervene. Sparing no time, you ran to the nearest coffee shop. It was quaint and quiet. You asked for a napkin and some crayons- the young, male barista looked at you like you were crazy, but obliged when you opened your jacket to reveal a knife tucked into your waist band. Sometimes you didn't like threatening people, but you knew you would always get your way. Then you ran back to the museum and decided to get a little creative. You hid until the gallery was closed and then snuck to the infamous exhibit where the painting was covered with a purple velvet sheet. It couldn't have been done alone, so you made a quick call. Soon enough, a very handsome British angel stood smirking at you "How may I help you, Y/N?" Strolling towards him, you hummed "Do you have any interest in art, Balthazar? Would you consider investing?" His eyebrows knitted together in curiosity "What are you offering?" You strutted up to the painting and in an overly dramatic, showbiz-style voice, revealed the painting beneath the cloth "Ladies, gentlemen and angels, may I present to you: the one, the only Vincent Van Gogh's "A Starry Night"." Echoing, your voice filled the great hall. You whipped the sheet away and threw it aside. Balthazar looked on unimpressed "What would I do with that?" You arched an eyebrow at him "Make a lot of money, that's what." Contemplating, he stroked his stubble "Why are you giving this to me? And what would you have me do in return?" Huffing, you marched towards him "I'm giving it to you because Crowley wants it." Balthazar nodded, realising after all what you were doing here. You continued "And, all I ask in return is that you wait here with me until his minions arrive so that we can take them out. I can't do it alone, you know that." Sighing, Balthazar approached the painting, but you protectively stood in front of it. You knew what he was like, you knew his tricks. Balthazar shot you a look before sighing and saying "You're lucky you're beautiful- otherwise, I would say no." Crossing your arms over your chest, you stated "Give me your word- when you take it, you'll come back to help me." He smiled at you "I give you my word, Princess." You stepped aside to allow him to take the painting. Balthazar unhooked it from the wall and nodded at you before vanishing. You went to the wall and inspected it. This was going to be so good. Taping something in place of the original painting, you covered it with the velvet cloth and then scurried away as you heard the grand doors at the entrance of the hall open.