Supernatural imagines

Crowley x Reader ~ two

For god-knows how long, you had been listening to Dean rave and rant about how men were sleazy bastards. You had set him off when you stumbled into the bunker around midday after disappearing for the night, to find Sam and Dean sat on the sofa with their arms crossed like unhappy parents.

You had been gone a long time, it seemed like you weren't coming back, but when you did, you realised Sam and Dean had been worried sick, being over-protective as older brothers were. It was a hell of a night you'd had... and you had to relive it all over again while explaining yourself to them:

The date: At first, you thought you the guy seemed nice, a little reserved, but nice. He took you out for a meal, complimented you, offered to pay. He wasn't your usual type- in fact, you didn't even know what your usual type was. Every guy you've ever tried to date was either too wimpy or too cocky. No one charmed you the way you wished they would. No one had that power. And this man was no different. Sure, he could talk the talk, he would flash his wallet and watch, but speaking to him was as exciting as counting sheep- and both made you want to fall asleep. Still, you decided to give him a chance- he was alright looking, nothing special. In all honesty, you just wanted to get it over with.

It was all smooth sailing. Until you left the restaurant. As you said goodbye, you sweetly denied him a kiss, instead wished him goodnight and turned to get into your car. Before you knew what was happening he had pinned you up against the side, his hands roaming your body. You shouted and squirmed, trying to wriggle free of him. Yet, no one heard you on that dark, lonely street. He turned you around to face him, still keeping you tightly in his grip; his breath reeked as he huffed tiredly. This man, though bigger than you, was not a fighter. And that's where being a Winchester paid off. You stamped on his foot causing him to yelp and release his hold on you. Immediately, you brought your knee up to his groin and then when he doubled over, you connected it again with his face. He slumped onto the ground, scrambling backwards like a scared, little rat. Advancing closer to him, you stepped down on his hand, feeling the bones grind beneath your shoes. His cries of agony softened to weeping and whimpering as you knelt down and hissed through gritted teeth "Try anything like this ever again- with any girl- I'll find you and I'll skin you." With that, you slid into your car and drove off, going to do as every Winchester does when faced with trouble- going to drown yourself at the nearest bar. You found a dirty-looking place on the west side of the town you were near, and there you stayed, hour upon hour, drink upon drink, tears and more tears.

And then somehow, you got back here, to the bunker. Memories seeped in of you leaving the bar and walking, all the way across town, into the outskirts, back home to the bunker as the sun began to ascend the stars like a staircase. Shit, your car was still in town. By this time, you had completely sobered up... Almost. But you knew you'd have to go back to get your car at some point. As you meandered towards the door, rain began to patter down around you, making your hair stick to your forehead and your clothes hang heavily around your body. You fumbled with the key, missing the lock a few times, then eventually leaning your head against the worn wood in defeat. Your hand brushed over the doorknob, gently pushing it down. Suddenly, you heard a click, the door opened, and you were falling face first onto the ground. Oh. Guess it wasn't locked. You thought to yourself. You placed the keys onto the side and tip-toed into the front room. The lights were already on, and it was only when you saw the two unimpressed faces of your brothers that you froze. "Nice of you to come back, Y/N." Sam quirked an eyebrow at you. Dean had fire in his eyes but also something else... Relief. Both of them were so relieved to see their baby sister unharmed. When the two stood, you knew you were in for a scolding. As soon as you flopped down onto the sofa where they had been, they were off! Yelling about how dangerous it is to trust strangers and whatnot. Dean seemed to be sidetracked into talking about how he and Sam need to approve of the people you are seeing. At this point you had to intervene. Scoffing, you quipped "I'm not five years old anymore. I can choose my friends for myself thanks. Besides, as if I would ever bring a date home to meet you two! This place is a nuthouse." Dean took this as a challenge "Yeah, you're not five but you're not mature enough yet either. I don't want you seeing anyone else while we're here." You shrieked "You don't want me seeing anyone ever! Well, it's not up to you- I could date whoever I like! I could even date Crowley and there's nothing you could do!" ... That was not the best thing to say... Whether you meant it or not, that was a mistake. As soon as the words left your mouth, you began thinking of all the encounters you had had with the British demon. And it wasn't the first time you had thought about them either. Those thoughts seemed to plague your mind, at nights when you were alone or upset, he would comfort you in your mind. Yes, okay you knew of all the bad things he'd done, but with you he was different you were sure of it. The way he smiled at you, or he would kiss your hand in greeting. The empty threats he made to the boys- not always empty however- they didn't scare you. He had assured you on multiple occasions that he would never harm anything as beautiful as you. And after all this time he was the only man who could make you laugh so hard it hurts. His macabre humour delighted you, his gentlemanly behaviour entranced you, and that smirk, it mystified you. And that little phrase, that one silly mistake made you realise... Crowley was your type.