Imagine Crowley kidnaps you.

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"Why would you do this, Crowley? You literally gain nothing but hate from my brothers by kidnapping me." You tell him calmly as you sit tied to a chair.

You've been kidnapped before by all types of monsters, but Crowley has never harmed you or threatened you in any way. That is, until now. 

Straining against the rope that scratches against your raw skin, you try to break free. Your restraints keep you in place, and cause you to growl.

"Sorry, love, you're not going anywhere," he replies cooly before circling you.

You strain your neck in order to try to keep an eye on him but he falls out of your line of vision. He leans down so that his lips barely brush against your neck, "I have you right where I want you."

"That's not creepy at all," you chuckle, trying to mask your growing fear. 

Sure, the King of Hell always had a soft spot for you, he even admitted it, but you know who and what he is. You should never have trusted him, should never have befriended him. You ought to have known that bad things would have come from it. 

"Why are you doing this?" You ask in a whisper.

He inhales with his nose against your hair before standing up straight again. You try to control your breathing even as a shiver runs down your spine. 

"Because I can." He answers before walking out the door. 

You wait for him to leave before searching for your hidden knife. Unfortunately, he found all your hidden blades before he tied you up. Too bad, really. 

Your brothers will find you soon. At least you really, really hope so. 

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A day has passed. You're hungry, thirsty, and sore from being in the same position for twenty-four hours. When the door opens, you look up hopefully. Hoping that Sam and Dean finally found you. Your hopes are dashed as Crowley walks in through the door carrying a knife. 

"Hello love," he says with a small smile.

You glare at him. 

"Oh, don't be mad. I won't hurt you. And, if you behave I'll even untie you." 

You just keep glaring at him, "Just let me go. I don't have any information, I won't be used as a bargaining chip either. If you want something then let's just talk like civil people. There's no need for this." 

He shakes his head, "You don't know what I want."

"Then tell me."

His eyes meet yours and you realize that they hold more emotion now then you've ever seen in them before. He inhales slowly before exhaling and answering in a voice hardly rising above a whisper, "I just want to be loved."

Confused, you take in what he just said. Then you laugh and shake your head, "Crow, this isn't the way."

He looks at you, "What other way is there?"

"For one, you could untie me and we could talk and have a drink. You know, Crowley, I actually like you. Against my better judgement, but still. I won't let my brothers kill you either." 

You wait patiently as he cuts the rope holding you. You stand, a bit dizzy from the sudden rush of blood to your head. Before you can fall, Crowley steadies you with his hand.

"I'm...sorry for kidnapping you."

You sigh, stretching your limbs, "I may forgive you...eventually."

~

A few weeks have passed, and, true to your word, you didn't let Sam or Dean kill him. You also had nightly drinks with Crowley and you two talked about all sorts of things. 

Eventually, you realized that you do love him, and he realized that he loved you two. 

"Crowley, I love you," you whisper to him as you sit on his lap on his throne.

He smiles down at you, "I love you too, darling."