Imagine your brothers walk in on you kissing Crowley.

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Ever since Crowley was almost cured, he's shown affection for you. Even before that, he'd flirt and make suggestive quips concerning you. But, now that you know he's actually changed, things are different.

You actually like him back. Of course, ever since you met him you've been fascinated in him. You may or may not have had a crush on him. Now though, things are complicated.

Your brothers, Sam and Dean, would never approve. Ever. In fact, they'd definitely kill him and lock you up for the rest of your natural life. 

That's why you've been keeping it a secret. Not an easy task, but you've managed so far. 

"Hello love," his familiar voice rasps. 

Smiling, you turn to see him leaning against the frame of your bedroom door at the bunker. He grins mischievously and twirls a red carnation around his fingers. 

"Happy to see me, I'm sure," he says as he observes your position on the bed.

You smirk and move your legs so they hang off the bed, "Aren't I always?" 

He comes closer and hands you the delicate flower. You take it graciously and meet his gaze, "Especially when you bring gifts."

"Isn't my presence enough of a gift?" He chuckles.

You laugh in agreement, "It is when my brothers are off on a hunt."

He sits beside you and gently brushes his warm hand across your shoulder. You slowly lean into him and meet his lips with yours. 

The kiss is sweet and soft at first, but soon grows heated and rough. You gasp as his hand travels over your naked thigh. You forgot that you're only wearing skimpy pyjamas.

Your hands in turn travel to the opening of his suit coat, trying to rip the article off of his shoulders. You succeed, leaving him in his loosely buttoned shirt as you kiss passionately. 

He holds you by the waist and lifts you before laying you down on the bed, continuing to kiss your lips and neck. You moan in pleasure as his hands travel around your body.

Suddenly, the sound of a gun cocking interrupts the moment. 

Shocked, you sit up in a fluster, straightening your clothes as you look at the betrayal and anger painted on your brothers' faces. 

Cursing, you push Crowley off and snatch a housecoat from the floor. 

"Why'd you too morons have to interrupt? It was just getting good." Crowley smirks, unfazed by the two handguns pointed at him.

"Guys, lets not be rash..." you try to dissuade them from their mission.

Dean glares at you, "Y/n, seriously? This guy?"

You gulp and avoid his eyes, "I... like him, okay?"

Sam stares at you incredulously, "No. No freakin way, Y/n. This-" he motions to a smirking Crowley and a flustered you "-is not happening."

"No offence, but you really don't have a say in it," you say quietly, before looking at Crowley pointedly. 

He takes the hint, "Bye Moose. Squirrel." 

He snatches your hand and teleports you somewhere else, leaving your brothers alone.

You sigh in relief, "Thanks Crow."

"No problem, darling." He smiles before kissing you again.