Supernatural Preferences

Part Two

Crowley:

You were laying down in what is to be considered the most painful position ever. The sheets were tangled and off the bed from you tossing and turning. You were clutching your pillow to your right ear as though your life is depending on it.

All you wanted was sleep. You being a hunter meant that you only got around 4 hours of sleep. But oh god, you cherished those 4 hours.

You were exhausted from trying to gank a mother fucking witch that made a demon sound like a piece of cake. The boys had offered you to stay with them at the bunker since you were going to have some of Dean's famous pancakes in the morning anyway.

You being the dumbass that you were, you regected saying that you wanted to go home to cuddle with your boyfriend of six months.

You loved Crowley, you did. And he did cuddle with you on most nights. But that's it...most nights. For the rest of the week he'd be in the basement, torturing someone. You were sick of it.

How the hell were you supposed to sleep through all the muffled screaming and groaning that was echoing throughout your house?

You waited for Crowley to finish so you could go to bed, but unfortunately to you, by the time he was done, you needed to leave.

When you got dressed and ready for the day, he walked in with a bloddy towel, wiping at his hands.

"Good morning, love. You're up early this morning. I thought I had to drag you out of the sheets to get ready." He greeted you with a teasing smirk.

"I'm up early because I didn't sleep." You growled.

Instant worry and concern took over his features. "Why, love? You're usually out like a light. You practically sleep like the dead. Are you not feeling well? Is there anything I could do?"

"Am I not feeling well? Am I not feeling well? Of couse I'm not feeling well, Crowley! How the hell do you expect me to sleep through all the screaming? Huh? Answer me Crowley! I now that you're the king of hell but that doesn't mean that I have to stay up all night for it! I barely get enough sleep as it is!"

With that said, you walked out and drove to the bunker while Crowley stood there in absolute shock at your outburst. He knew that he had to have gone to far as you were usually a very calm and patient person.

He was quick to zap himself into the front room in the bunker. He heard Loud murmurs and clanging of pans in the kitchen and knew you were there.

He igonored the large group of angels and Sam that surrounded the dining table and his eyes immediately landed on you.

You stood with Dean by the stove, face looking more pale and tired that he could've imagined. Your eyes had black bags under them from the lack of sleep. Guilt and sorrow were quick to fill him.

Before the apology could even leave his lips, you were quick to stop him.

"It's ok Crowley. Just make sure to take the torture somewhere else when I'm in the house." You said as you walked up to him and pulled him into an embrace.

You knew how much he hated apologizing, nevertheless in front of the others. He was thankful as he wrapped his arms around your waist to firmly pull you closer to him.

"Lets just go home and sleep, ok?" You whispered into his ear softly.

Balthazar:

"Bal, come on, I think you've had enough." You sigh as you took the half empty bottle of wine from your very drunk boyfriend. He had been drinking all night, like usual and he was currently on his-God knows of its the thousandth bottle- and you were quite sick of it.