Supernatural One-Shots!!

Crowley #1

This was it.. Your time top-side was almost over. It's been almost four years since your deal with Abbadon, and the Winchesters had no idea.... Until now.

-Earlier-

You were frantic, looking through everything trying to look for ways to break your deal. There was only a week until that demon that took over hell while Crowley was gone (and by gone I mean in the dungeon of the bunker that you and the Winchesters live in) came back to reclaim your soul, and you were desperate.

You had basically given up. This was your last week on earth. No Sam. No Dean. No Cas. No one.

The brothers were out on a hunt and you were dressed in Dean's sweatpants that barely clung to your hips and an old Led Zeppelin t shirt that is so big that it was hanging off of one of your shoulders, and to top it all of one of Sam's ginormous flannel, sitting on the couch, clutching to the pieces of clothing... crying.

You cried until you couldn't cry anymore.

You pull yourself off of the couch and pad into the kitchen to replenish the nutrients that drained out of your poor, frail body for the earlier part of the day. You walk to the fridge and grab the handle, then your eyes land on the "family" picture that all of you took during the Apocalypse. You were all laughing and hugging each other. Jo-your best friend since day one, Ellen-your second mother, Bobby-your father for all intensive purposes, Cas- your favorite oblivious angel, Sam-your best friend and brother, then there was Dean. You had a special place in your heart for the eldest Winchester, you did everything with him; training, cooking, shopping and even stargazing. You were the baby sister that he (kinda) never wanted.

A tear trickled down your face and then....

Suddenly your lungs were being crushed by a phantom fist, the pain was almost unbearable. Your old friend Panic Attack coming back for an unwanted visit and the only way that you can get through said visit is to have someone hold you and talk you through it.

You were desperate so you ran to the dungeon and before he could say anything, you freed Crowley from the shackles and dropped to your knees holding your head, sobbing.

"Please help me! Hell, I don't care if you leave after!! Just help me!!"

He stood up still shocked, contemplating on just escaping, but then his eyes found your beautiful watery ones looking fearfully up at him. Those damn eyes cut right through his soul... or whatever he had, and he slowly sunk to his knees and was surprised yet again when you crawled into his lap and clung onto the lapels of his suit jacket. This time he reacted on instinct, wrapping his arms around your shaking frame. He rested his chin on top of your head and started stroking your head.

"Darling, what's wrong?"

"I-I d-don't want t-to die C-Crowley!"

"Why would you even talk about dying?" he purred with more concern

"A-Abbadon t-tricked me into m-making a d-deal a-and I only h-have a week left!"

His eyes flashed to red, and his grip on you tightened

"Shhhh darling, you aren't going to die."

"Y-yes I am! The only w-way that t-the deal c-can be b-broken is if-"

Crowley cradled you cheek and kissed you, soft and sweet. The complete opposite of the former king of hell.

You melted into the kiss, and your panic attack slipped away

"Trust me my darling y/n, you will not die. God's...um, Hell's honest truth."

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A/N : Hey guys! I'm back! I hope you liked this! I kinda set it up so that there could be a part 2 if you guys wanted it... comment/vote for a part 2? I love y'all!