Power // Crowley // SPN

3 years earlier.

3 years earlier

'Heyo im covered in ghoul so ill be right back!' Dove yelled running into bobbys house and marching up the stairs not even noticing the man contained in the devils trap. 15 minutes later dove appeared in shorts and sports bra her hair still damp as she made her way to the fridge. 'Food first' she said still not looking up to see the demon watching her.

'Not very observant for a hunter' crowley said finally getting her attention.

'Oh hello...' she looked him up and down seeing the devils trap. 'Demon'. She said with a smile and moved back to the kitchen. 'Youre trapped right?' He nodded. 'So i can finish my sandwich?' He smirked at her. 'You hungry? I always forget if demons need food and water or dont need anything like angels?'

'Tea would be lovely darling'

'Dove' she corrected

'My darling dove. Why haven't i met you? You seem like more pleasant company then moose and squirrel.'

'Who!?' She said with a laugh as she made the demon and her a cup of tea.

'Ugh samuel and dean winchester.'

'Oh those guys... You met them?' dove withheld a laugh.

'Unfortunately'

'They trap you?'

'Unfortunately my darling dove.'

'Do i get a pet name?'

'You already have one.' Crowley remarked. 'dove.'

'Thats no fun. What about mouse or kitten cause im smaller and cuter than my brothers.' Dove offered

'Kitten thats... your brothers?' crowleys smile slide right off his handsome face.

'Dove Rose Winchester at your service dearie'. She stuck out a hand but thought better of it putting her hand down.

'But you are so... and they are so..'

'i get that alot actually' dove said with a grin. She handed over his tea. 'You want me to push a chair up or do you like standing?'

'A chair would be lovely dove. Dove.' He repeated her name smiling sweetly at her. She pushed up a chair and went to call bobby.

'Hey assholes so it turns out you are not home, yet you told me to get my ass here...' she glanced at crowley. 'Whats your name?'

'Crowley love. King of hell.

'Right okay. So crowley here and i are becoming great buddies and you need to tell me why hes trapped oh else i might just let him go and take him out clubbing... call me back!' She barked into the phone. Moments later dean called

'Dont let him out!' He yelled

'Hi to you to. Squirrel is too quiet of an animal for him he needs to be Chihuahua or something louder.' dove told crowley and crowley smiled over his cup

'Stop talking to him!' dean yelled down the line.

'You left me alone with him and no explanation of what to do with him!'

'Do with him! Nothing you do nothing you hear me Dove. Nothing. Just stay away from him and if any demons come knocking-'

'Knock em on their asses first. Yeah yeah im not a newbie dean.'

'Good girl.' Sam pulled the phone away with much grumbling from dean.

'hey Dove, babysit him, don't let him out and don't talk to him.' Bobby snapped on the other end of the line.

'hey bobby, you want me to babysit and ignore the baby? I would get fired. That's bad parenting and bad babysitting if I ever heard it.'

'dove.' Dean warned.

'you remember you used to babysit all the time, this will be a piece of cake!' bobby told her.

'you remember how many times I got fried and told never to come back from babysitting? A lot. We burned Barbie heads and had a feminist movement.' Dove reminded them. 'I painted one of the kids dogs pink and blue because its name was lady and I thought she shouldn't be stereotyped like that.' dove continued. 'do you remember the time-' Crowley was in love with this woman. If he could only get out of this trap, he would show her just how much he liked her. 'yeah the mom was not to happy about that one.'

'okay fair point but Crowley is not a baby and just ignore him and forget I said babysit yeah?' bobby begged.

'I cant now I'm picturing us having a tea party to discuss how to bring down the capital and turn the u s of a into a free land a lawless land...' dove joked. 'should I get deans old teddys out and dress them up and give them all-'

'DOVE' dean yelled and she started laughing.

'put Sammy on the phone, he doesn't yell at me like you do.' Dove teased.

'Hey dove could you see if crowley will tell you what we are walking into?'

'No she doesnt talk to him.' Dean could be heard grumbling to sam. Dove laughed and Crowley watched her intently.

'I'll see what i can find out.' She muted the phone and turned to crowley. 'So crowley... what are my brothers walking into?'

'Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.'

'Please crowley' she gave her flirtiest smile leaning closer to him.

'Oh hell dove the things i wanna do to you.' She came up behind him and rested her chin on his shoulder. 'Damnit. Alright.' Crowley spilled. ''I need moose and squirrel to take out some demons.'

'demons? If you are the new self proclaimed king of hell shouldn't you maybe want your demons alive?'

'they are causing trouble for me and its good for you lot as well right?' Crowley offered.

'okay I'm trusting you.'

'as you should I have no reason to lie to you.' Crowley smiled sweetly at her. she unmuted the conversation.

'Nothing big. Demons that pissed him off... North Carolina...when did you leave?' she turned her attention to crowley again. 'why don't you just kill em?'

'Because a king never gets his hands dirty love, a king should have fools...' dove starred at him. 'you my dear are not a fool obviously. You would be my queen.' That made her laugh. 'besides if your brothers,' he spat the word like it tasted wrong coming from his mouth. 'check it out they find them causing trouble. Win. Win.'

'and if he's lying and i dont hear from ya soon well...' she traced a finger up his chin. 'Hes gonna wish he never met me.' She nipped at his ear.

'You are a feisty girl,' crowley said which caused dean to have a mini stroke.

'Gotta go. Call me if you need me'

'Stay away from crow-'

'So what to do first?' Dove asked plopping down across from him.

'What did you do to your shoulder dove?' He asked noticing her favoring it as she sat

'Dont worry bout me darling bumps and bruises are part of the job.'

'The job?'

'Hunting things, helping people. Family business, family motto of sorts.' Dove told him.