Supernatural Imagines and Preferences

Crowley x Reader

You stood at the cross roads, ready to make a deal. Scooping the dirt back over the metal box, you felt like this was your only hope. Life had pushed you to the brinks, and you thought there was no escape until you stumbled across a website that told you your life could be made easier with just a few steps. You were skeptical at first, but you were desperate to have some type of change.

So now, here you were, reading the Latin words that had no meaning to you. Just when you thought it didn't work, a man with a Scottish accent appeared before you.

"Hello darling, why have you summoned me?" He quietly approached you, hands in his black coat pockets.

"I need your help. Can you do that?"

"Depends on what it is."

"Just... help me get out of this life. I want another. Can you do that?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why do you want to change lives? You're a beautiful girl, why would you want to be someone else?"

You blushed lightly at his compliment, praying the dim night would cover the pinkness that flushed your face. "Because... Everything is just too much for me. I'm willing to sell my soul for this..." Your trailed off, not paying attention to the demon anymore.

Slowly, he inched his way closer and closer to you. By the time you were done rambling, he was just a breathe away.

"Life can't be that bad." he smirked a little, taking your hand. "I can help, but not for your soul. For your companionship."

You were baffled by his offer, not expecting something like this. "You mean, with you, in hell?"

"It's not that bad love, I can show you the ropes. Truth be told, it's lonesome." You could practically taste the liquor on his breathe as he smoothly spoke each word. It made you want to take the deal even more.

"Alright." You sighed, ready for whatever was to happen next.

"I seal all deals with a kiss." This time he didn't smirk, but instead crashed his lips desperately on yours. The kiss was both natural and perfect, but the fact that you had to part saddened both of you. "Shall we?" He held out his hand for you, slowly directing you to what seemed like nothing but an open field.

The world slowly turned darker, warmer, and lonelier. But Crowley's warm hand made you feel in frightened. "Welcome to my chambers."