Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Crowley Imagine

For Alex @Alex_Lynn_Rose  (btw I made your Lucifer imagine, it’s just between a chapter. Sorry it did that, don’t know why)

Read while Listening to Sweet Pea by Amos Lee

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Details~

Crowley’s coming home. It kept on repeating itself over and over in your head. You hadn’t seen him in days- maybe a week or so- and now that he was finally coming home, it was a shock. Getting up you noticed the apartment you two shared was a mess. Clothes laying across the couch and the bedroom, dishes piling the sink, papers everywhere. You knew Crowley liked everything nice and neat, so why he decided to stick with you boggled your mind.

Glancing at the clock, you see you have three hours before he got back; probably less since he always overshoots, always on time. Again, nothing like you.

You sigh and throw your hair up, folding up your sleeves, and preparing to clean for the day. You start with the kitchen, picking up a spaghetti dish from three days ago and visibly wince. It was crusty and ultimately disgusting. Now you knew why you avoided cleaning things. Sucking it up, you pick up the scrub and turn on the faucet.

Two and a half hours later you hear the door swing open. You panic, you were still vacuuming the living room. Reluctantly, you turn the vacuum off and face the entrance, seeing the familiar all-black King smiling at you. You force a smile back and step to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his shoulder, taking in his missed scent. He chuckles at your warm hug and pulls away so he could kiss each cheek, your nose, and finally your lips.

After he’s done with the normal greet, he spins around the apartment, taking in everything you have cleaned- the kitchen and hallways leading to the bedroom and bathroom- and everything you haven’t cleaned- the living room and office. You wait impatiently, wringing your hands, watching his face.

When he’s done, he turns back to you. You think you see a flash of disappointment so you bite your lip harshly, still watching his features intently. His amber eyes move down to your lip and he sighs heavily. “I’ve missed you very much.” He coos, popping your bottom lip free with his thumb.  He walks towards the bedroom and you follow after him numb.

Did he just not comment on the mess of the house? Usually he loves everything so clean and organized, when it wasn’t he complained. Though you barely had to clean anything (he assigned his demons to), you still felt a sense of urgency to clean for him. And now that he hasn’t noticed, or chose not to comment, a disappointment settled over you.

You lean against the doorframe, watching him peel off his jacket only to pull another one on, of exactly the same color and style. You smile and walk towards him, appearing beside him in the full-length mirror. He smiles warmly at you. “The house looks nice, Alex. But I’m still having my demons clean the details.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head at him. Typical Crowley.