^^Insperation for this. Imagine dragons- Battle Cry^^

Character: Crowley

Type: Crowley x reader

Also, will contain: swearing violence etc...
Consider yourselves warned.
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Her walk is like a shot of whiskey.
Neat and strong, and full of purpose.
And so many underestimate her punch.
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Prologue

Third person view

A choked scream rips from the throat of the dark-haired woman as her husband's throat is slit messily before her eyes.
The Cobalt-Blue eyed man hungrily feasts on her husband and her screams turn to sobs as his wedding band is ripped from his lifeless finger and thrown at her feet.

"Now Why down we have some fun dear?" The second man flashes an excited smirk her way as his brother devours the woman's husband.

"Why are you doing this!?" Her whimper is muffled as the second man holds his hand over her mouth.

With a quiet grunt of pain, he makes a small cut on his forearm using a pocketknife, and he holds his forearm to her mouth.

"Drink or I'll kill you too."

His voice is stern and demanding as he forces her mouth towards his bloody forearm.

Tears trickle down the womans throat as she tentivly places her lips around the cut and sucks.

The man holds her by the hair as he forces her to consume more, and his companion joins his side.

"After this one, it's your turn. I'll turn the last two. We've done good work here today."

The second man pulls the woman's face away from his arm and tosses her down, hitting her over the head.

"It would be my pleasure."

He lifts the limp woman easily and tosses her to a third Vampire standing silently in the corner.
The third chains her next to the other five newly turned, and a quiet groan escapes her lips.

"We will live in our glory days once again brothers."
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Main story

"Y/N! Wake up you lazy lump!"

A groan leaves your lips as you feel someone shaking you.

"Need sleep more. Fuck off..." You grumble as you bury your head under the pillow.

An amused snort leaves Dean's throat as he sits next to you on the bed, making the frame creak softly.

"We have a case. Well. More like a nest really. Vamps."

You don't move. Only shutting your eyes tighter as if that would make Dean disappear.

Of course, it doesn't work though. Never does...

"We have Bobby and Cass here too. So get your ass up and stop embarrassing me!" He leans down to hiss next to your ear. "I promised them an amazing hunter. Not an anti-social, lazy hermit."

Still nothing.

With a defeated sigh, Dean runs his calloused fingers through his short hair.

"We brought food?" He tries one last time.

"I'm up! Leave your offerings on the desk and I'll be down in a bit!"
You throw the pillow off your head and scramble out from under your sheets. Ignoring the fact that you're only wearing an oversized sweater and underwear.

The hunter lets out an appreciative whistle as he checks out your tired form, and sets a burger on your desk.

A blush reaches your cheeks and you swat at him as he laughs and runs out of the room. Slamming the door behind him.

"Asshole..." You grumble under your breath as you unwrap the burger and take a large bite.

Grabbing a pair of jeans from your dresser, you take another bite and rewrap the greasy burger before throwing it on your bed and slide into the jeans.

Your lip curls at the rough texture after being under soft sheets, and you pull off your sweater to snap on a bra and a t-shirt. Grabbing your burger from the bed, you shuffle towards the door of your bedroom and grab your late father's brown hunting jacket.

You slam the door behind you before quickly finishing your burger and hurrying down the stairs.

"-rust me, Bobby. She's good. She helped me and Dean with another nest a while back. We can trust her."

"I'll know that after this is over."

You slow down as you hear Sam speaking to an unfamiliar male, and you take a deep breath to cool your excitement before stepping into your living room.

"I see you started without me." Your gaze flits over to where Sam and an unfamiliar older-looking man sit sharpening knives, and you quickly look in front of them to see Sam.

"Y/n! It's good to see you! Sorry, we let ourselves in."
Sam moves over to give you a hug, and you have to look up to see his face.

"I swear you grow more every time I see you... and your hair too! When will you cut that? It's going to get you killed."

A laugh rumbles from the large man's chest as he steps back to look you over.
"I'll cut it when I need to."

The unfamiliar man on the couch stands up and clears his throat, drawing your attention to him. "So you're Y/n? I don't see anything particularly special abo-" within seconds, you stand at his side. A smirk on your face.

His jaw drops at your abnormal speed, and his hand reaches for his gun.

"No no. Go on. Something about normal I think?" Dean has to hold back a laugh at his slack-jawed companion.

"She's fast. It's useful Bobby." He pats Bobby's shoulder as you turn to slump down on an armchair.

"So if he's Bobby," you start. "Where is this Cass?"

"I am here."

A deep voice sounds behind you, and you let out a startled squeak.

"And I brought help."

Groans come from the mouths of the Winchesters and Bobby, and you turn to see two men.
One wearing a beige trench coat, and the other wearing a black suit.

"Why are you here Crowley?" Bobby walks forwards and glares at the rather cute man wearing the suit.

"Why I'm here to help. I thought I might as well have some fun."

British guy. Love the accent.

Crowley turns his attention to you.

"And who might you be dear?" He offers a hand to shake but Dean swats it away and pulls you behind him.

"She is off limits. So stay away." His voice is curt as he speaks for you, and you roll your eyes at his protective tone.

"Who died and made you boss of me? I'm a grown-ass woman who can make her own choices thank you very much." You squirm out of his grasp and walk to stand in front of Crowley.

"Y/n. A pleasure to meet you king of hell." You grasp his still outstretched hand to shake, and surprise flits through you as his hand is soft and smooth. Not cold or rough like you had imagined.

Surprise flickers over his own expression at his given title.

"So you know who I am? Interesting." Instead of shaking your hand, the demon lifts your hand to his lips to plant a soft kiss to it.

A blush heats your cheeks at the feeling of his lips on your skin before Sam pulls you away from Crowley.

"Alright. That's enough." Sam squares his shoulders and looks the king of hell dead in the eyes. Who in turn raises his hands innocently with a smirk playing on his lips.
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"Bobby are you sure about this?" Sam's whisper is barely heard as the six of you scope out the nest.

It's been a couple days since meeting Crowley, Bobby, and Castiel,  and the six of you had been trying to figure out a plan to deal with the vampires.

"Positive. She's fast. she can get away."

"No, I meant about sending Crowley with her. Can we really trust him to watch her back?"

Bobby looks tiredly at Sam as Dean rests a hand on his little brother's shoulder.

"She can take care of herself don't worry Sammy. Trust her abilities. If she could keep Gabriel under control for half an hour, she can deal with a demon."

From your spot beside Crowley, you listen in on their conversation.

"Idiotic assholes..." the growl leaves your lips, and you stand up. Walking towards the nest without a second thought.

"Y/n? What are you doing. This is not part of the moose's plan."
Crowley materializes next to you as you stalk angerly into the nest, and quietly plant the C4 around the sleeping vamps.

"I don't care." You hiss quietly. But unfortunately not quietly enough.

One of the vampires snap awake, and lets out a warning screech at the sight of you. Easily waking the other nine vampires.

A laugh booms from the leader's throat.

"Hunters? Attacking this nest? We will tear you to sheds!"
Without a second opinion, they charge forwards with yells and screeches of rage.

"Crowley let's g-" Before you can finish your sentance, the king of hell has already grabbed you, pulling you close and teleporting outside where the group is waiting.

"Hey back off! Dean protectivly pulls you away from Crowley, and said demon sighs dramatically.

"It was either that or she be eaten by vampires. Your choice squirrel."

A smirk spreads across your face as you realise that Dean doesn't have a comeback.

"Dean I don't see the problem." You venture quickly.
"But the vamps are coming. They have our scent. So let's get on with this fight."

With a sigh, the taller Winchester runs his fingers through his hair, and Dean and Castiel exchange looks.

"Y/n's right. Now let's go shave a bit off the top of those bloodsuckers."
Bobby pulls out his knife, and Crowley summons a wicked looking scythe.

"Gorgeous.." Without realising it,  you're running your fingers across the flat blade of Crowley's scythe.

"Indeed." He whispers under his breath. Though he's not looking at the scythe, he's looking at you.

"Let's go. And no funny business Crowley."

Dean stomps towards the vampires, who have just left the nest.

An annoyed sigh leaves Bobby's lips, before he too is charging the vampires. Sam on his tail.

Castiel, being an angel, simply teleports to the frenzy of fighting, and you jump out of your spot, brandashing a hook sword, and speeding over.

Crowley stays behind for a couple seconds. Watching you as you behead a vampire with grace he didn't know was possible for a hunter.

But the second another vampire grabs you from behind, and shoves his bloody forearm into your mouth with the intent to turn you,  Crowley's vision darkens as he teleports to cut of the vampire's head with a strong swipe of his scythe.

"YOU WILL NOT HARM HER!"
Crowley rushes to steady you as you wobble. Spitting out as much blood as possible.

"Did you swallow any?" His british accent rings in your ear as he picks you up and quickly teleports you to your house.

He sets you gently on your bed and disappears into the bathroom for a second coming out with a wet cloth.

"I'm sorry.." tears streak down your face as he wipes the vampire blood from your face where the vamp had smeared it.

"I couldn't help it.. I had to swallow.." your body shudders as a strange feeling washes over you.

"It's alright dear. Just breath. There has to be a way to turn you back."

Thirsty. So so thirsty...

Within minutes, your hearing is improved, and you can hear the fast beating of Crowley's heart. The sound of blood rushing through his veins.

Your eyes focus on one vein in his neck in particular. An artery.

A groan leaves your lips as he turns away to grab a book on vampires, and you have to clamp your hands over your mouth as your gums start to prickle with the sensation of fangs.

"Crowley. A deal. A deal would work right?"

The demon turns to you in surprise before thinking deeply.
A couple seconds later, he walks over to where you're sitting on your bed, and sits next to you.

"Are you sure?" His voice is strangly low as he sets the book on the bedstand table.

With a deep breath, you turn your head to face him.

"Ten years Y/n. Are you sure?"

You nod your head silently and Crowley stands up, pulling you to your feet.

"Yes."

With a slight smirk, the demon pulls you close, pressing his surprisingly soft lips to yours.
Your eyes widen in surprise before closeing tentatively as one of his arms wraps around your waist. The other on your neck.

The bloodlust slowly fades and the prickling feeling in your gums stops.

Your shaky arms wrap around his neck as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss.

"Y/N!" Dean bursts into the room,  fury radiating from him as he sees you and Crowley embracing.

With a startled squeak, you pull away and distance yourself from the smirking demon as Dean's eyes darken in rage.

"Did you make a deal." His voice is low as he stalks towards Crowley.

"Dean I had to! I was a fucking vampire! Call me a coward but I would rather my soul taken in ten years then you guys having to kill me now!"

"I suppose this is my que to leave. Friday night at eight. See you then darling."

Crowley cheekily winks at you before disappearing just as Dean whips out his demon blade.

"You absolute fool! Why would you do that Y/n?! You just sold your damn soul to Crowley!"

"Yeah I noticed!" You snap back.
"But I didn't have much of a choice so back off."

With an annoyed snort, Dean leaves the room, pulling he just entering Castiel and Sam with him.

"Well find a way to break the deal kid. Just don't do anything else stupid alright?"

"Fine." Bobby leaves the room at your curt answer and frustration surges through you.

"What have I Done..." You mumble to yourself as you throw yourself onto your bed with a groan.

Epilogue
"I must have gone crazy." You mumble to yourself as you tie back your hair.

It's Friday night. Almost eight, and yur nerves are bouncing everywhere at the knowledge that Crowley is coming.

Crowley...

A blush flits across your face at the image of the king of hell.

"Damnit why does he have to be cute..." A groan leaves your lips as you flop back onto your bed, pulling off your oversized sweater to change into a t-shirt.

"Nice body dear. And who's cute?" Crowley's voice rings out through your room as the demon himself steps in.

"Oh my god Crowley! Get out!" You blush furiously as his appreciative gaze scans your bare upperbody, and you're silently thankful that you decided to wear a bra under your sweater.

Lunging forwards, you shove the  smirking king of hell out of your room and hurriedly run to put on a t-shirt.

From behind the door, you can hear his rather aborable laughter fading away as he walks down the stairs.

Pushing open the door, you speed downstairs, turning to the livingroom. But not expecting to run into Crowley standing in the entrance.

Litterally.

You hit Crowley, and he lets out a surprised grunt as you fall on him.
The two of you crash unceremoniously to the floor, and your cheeks redden as you look down to see Crowley's face inches from yours.

"I understand that you're excited to see me, but please. Take your time dear." His smirk grows as you push yourself off of him and help him up.

"Well sorry love." You mock.
"I wasn't expecting you to be standing in the entryway."

With a laugh at your tone, Crowley swings an arm around your waist before pulling you towards the door.

"Wait where are we going?!" Your eyes widen in panic.

"It's a date remember?"