Power // Crowley // SPN

The old Crowley

After the Demons realized how useful having a hunter on their payroll could be they decided it would be best to get on her good side. So she helped train them a few of them died when they got too aggressive with her but most of them learned from her skills from her years of expertise at hunting and killing all sorts of monsters. Crowley was very impressed with her she had taken into the role of Queen of Hell very nicely he only had to pop the question now. Two months in to their little honeymoon of living in hell and Crowley was already in love. He could never would never admit that though but he was and he loved her company he loved what she was doing to hell how she was changing the demons how she even changed torture itself she was becoming a different person but she was still the exhilarating gorgeous woman he met all those years ago. Now she was going to be his queen for all eternity.

Days were spent training the demons who although dove would not call friends she would consider them acquaintances, companions even, colleagues maybe.

at night even though Crowley did not need to sleep, nights were spent in his bed and boy the stamina of that man. Dove was in the best shape of her life and she couldn't believe it had taken her this long to finally take crowley up on his offer.

Crowley had asked her multiple times over the years to join him in hell that they would make a wonderful duo but she always laughed it off but now she was starting to see that he was serious that he truly wanted her in hell with him helping him, ruling with him even if he was the king, would that make her the queen?

Most mornings Dove would wake up alone. After spending most of the night frolicking between the sheets with her favorite demon and she would spend most of the morning asleep and when she got up he already had King things to do. But some mornings she would find herself wrapped up in his arms. He would be smiling down at her his hand in her hair or running up and down her spine. Watching her sleep, protecting her. She liked those mornings best

'Good morning my darling dove'. He would say. Kissing her lips and neck. Rolling over so he was on top. Smiling down at her. She liked those mornings, nothing got done on those days but she didn't care she liked that he was a different person when he was with her. He was kind and gentle and patient and loving. When he was being king he had to put on the show but with her he just got to be himself. The old him. Before king of hell, before being a crossroads demon, and she still loved him, just for him.