Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

A Turn Of Event~ Crowley

*You discover that Crowley has a secret gift of mind reading the hard way*
I know he can't read minds, but this chapter was too fun to write so over look that.

"Are you ready, darling?" Crowleys asks me, a small smirk in place as per usual.

He's supposed to be going to a dinner meeting and decided to bring me along. Something about souls and and angels. Not that I could care less. Although he did say that it would make up for better effect if I come with him. I mean, who else would he choose? I've been his 'bestie' for the past nine years. I'd be offended if he chose someone else.

I'm about to reply with a snarky comment, but hold it in. I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Just a boring dinner with some businessmen.

The demonic driver opens the door of the black SUV for me and I step out, the breeze ruffling my black dress a little. I don't mind dresses. They allow easy movement when kicking ass. But they're overrated in my opinion. Although this dress must be one of my favourites.

Crowley walks next to me, placing his hand on my lower back. If it's out of formality or to create a better impression, I don't particularly care. Although his touch does seem quite pleasant.

"This shouldn't take long, pet." He whispers as we enter the fancy restaurant. I'm about to tell him off for calling me 'pet', but get stunned into momentarily silence as I view the place.

It's quite well colour-coordinated. Blacks, reds and whites. The place also has a few old men dining with some young, big breasted females. They're most likely looking to scavenge as much money as they can from the poor old bastards before they hit the sack.

We immediately get greeted by a blonde hostess. She seems to be oblivious to the fact that I'm here with the man, as all she does is flirt with him while she escorts us to the table where four men and two women are already sitting. Oh, if I'm supposed to play the part, I will.

"Honey, back off my man please" I smile at the woman while placing my manicured hand on Crowleys chest. Oh, how delighted I'm feeling. She glares at me, and walks away huffing something about a bitch. Well, she got what she bargained for. No tip for her...

Crowley just smirks and turns around to the people. The women seem to be around my age, but they've definitely had one too many plastic jobs.

"Hello gentlemen, let me introduce you to my-" Crowley is about to speak, but I interrupt him. These men and women saw my stunt with the waitress, so we better keep up the charade. And plus, it's kind of fun.

"Wife of many years. Pleasure to meet you" I smile kindly at the people looking rather surprised. No doubt they would have thought Crowley would never get married as he is described as a soulless bastard. Doesn't feel a thing. Not a single emotion.

Crowley looks at me with an emotion I can't exactly read, one I've never seen on him before, and takes a seat next to me. Well, let the dinner begin...

~Time skip 2 hours~

"So Marcus took me to Paris instead" one of the ladies, which I've come to know as Vicky, laughs at her tremendously funny story. Apparently, a few weeks they missed their flight to Ibiza so her husband took her to Paris instead... Hilarious.

I laugh a little out of politeness, but really, I can't wait to get out of here. It's been a long night. An agonising night, considering I'm sitting next to one of Hells hottest creatures. Hell, dare I say Earths hottest creature too. Probably the whiskey talking...

I mean, it's Crowley. Handsome yet dictating. Intriguing yet grumpy. Sarcastic and sassy. Attractive and authoritative. There's nothing you can't love about him. Especially since I've known him for years. And oh man, does he look good in that black suit. It perfectly outlines his best features. And the stubble he's grown... Oh God help me I feel like I'm sinning. If this is a test, Lord, then call it off because I'm going to fail repeatedly.

Sure, we have been close friends for ages. I've just never noticed those things as much as right now...

"We have to get going now. Pleasure as always." Crowley stands up all of a sudden, shaking hands with the men and kissing the knuckles of the women. A pang of jealousy shoots through me and it takes every nerve in my body not to stab them with my heels. What the hell is happening to me? Nine years and I've never acknowledged those facts and never got jealous. And now all I want to do is make out with him on his throne. Seriously, did someone spike my drink with something?

"Nice meeting you" I smile at the people and grab a hold of Crowleys arm as we walk out into the cold night. The fresh breeze is like heaven to me right now after being cooked up in there for ages. Plus, my face must be the colour of Crowleys eyes when he gets mad. Oh, his normal eye colour is really mesmerising too.

I let go of his arm and walk forward to the SUV, getting in and making myself comfortable. It'll take about half an hour to get to Hell. I don't even know why Crowley won't just teleport us. I mean, he does have the demonic mojo so...

"I do, I just find your company pleasurable, darling." Crowley says, smirking at me. Wait what? How the-

How the hell did he know what I was thinking? Did he put a spell on me so he can read my mind? Did I say that out loud? Did he plant some device in my head? Did he spike my whiskey after all?

He chuckles as the SUV starts moving. "Sorry for not telling you earlier, pet." He looks at me, an amused smile on his lips. No doubt enjoying the reaction he's getting out of me right now. I ignore his nickname for me for now.

Wait. Let me get this straight. He. Can. Read. Minds. Holy fuck. Why didn't he tell me? Nine fucking years! How is that even possible?!

I feel my face flush as I realise that he probably knows what I was thinking about him at dinner. Oh Jesus why can't my mind be as pure as snow... Oh Lord, I've failed the stupid ass test.

"I found it quite amusing, actually." He pipes up, still grinning like a fool. Why didn't the tell me though? After nine years? C'mon. That's a low blow.

"S-shut up." I murmur, hiding my red face behind a wall of my hair. This is so embarrassing. I'm hurt as well. Nine fucking years!

He just chuckles again, silence filling the space around us for quite a while. Can he read everyone's minds? Does he hear everyone's thoughts at once? Can he read the thoughts of animals, assuming they actually have them? So many questions.

"Yes, no and no, kitten." He answers simply. This is starting to get really annoying oh my god. I'm starting to wish I never knew. Although that could lead to more unfortunate events.

"Crowley stop it." I glare at him, my face still a little red from the fact that he knew what I was thinking about him.

"Make me, love." He challenges, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Oh, challenge accepted. He's going to regret this.

I think hard of all the things he hates and that make him sick. There aren't a lot, but it does the trick as his face contorts into a disgusted one in record time.

I laugh a little, shaking my head. "Oh Crowley. Even if you can read my mind, I can still push your buttons." He glances at me, not amused. But the smirk is quick to return.

"Oh love, I'll push your buttons" is the last thing he says before attacking my lips with his in a fever.