Alone at Last

Chapter 4

Request: I got a couple requests for a fourth part to Alone at Last, so here you go!

Reader Gender: Female

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Word Count: 1,448

Warnings: Smut, cursing

Fic:

Your POV

You woke up in your bed, alone; you had thought that Crowley might be there given that he had woken up next to you for the last few days. Your body was sore after the events of yesterday, but it didn't bother you. As you turned over, you find a black dress shirt with a note pined to it. The shirt smells like Crowley, and you love it.

A replacement shirt, just as I promised.

~ Crowley

You slip on the shirt and pick up your panties from the floor before slipping them on as well. As you open the door, the smell of breakfast hits your nose and you follow the scent to the kitchen. "Good morning," you say as you round the corner, but what you see makes you stop in your tracks, "boys." Sam and Cas sit at the kitchen table while Dean cooks breakfast at the stove. You're beginning to regret putting on Crowley's shirt.

They all wish you a good morning before Dean begins to question you, "Were you expecting someone?"

"What? No," you respond.

"Then why did you seem surprised when you saw us? Who else did you expect to find making you breakfast?" Dean asks as his eyes narrow at you.

You sit down at the table, "No one, I just didn't expect to see Cas here with you."

"Uh huh," Dean says suspiciously.

"Anything interesting happen while we were away?" Sam asks.

"Not really," you respond, "I was able to get a bunch of chores done, but that's about it." At that moment, you felt another presence in the room. You turn to see Crowley leaning against the counter looking suave as ever.

"What's for breakfast?" he asks.

"What is he doing here?" you practically growl. You're afraid that the boys will put the puzzle pieces together and realize what you had been doing with Crowley.

"That's unnecessarily harsh, Love," Crowley replies.

"We called him here," Sam says, "the hunt went surprisingly well so we decided we owed him a 'thank you.'"

"See, I'm a trustworthy bloke," Crowley says.

"When it suits you," Dean mumbles, "ok, thanks Crowley, you can go now."

"Oh, I rather think I'd like to stay," Crowley says, "it's been too long since I've spent time here." He looks directly at you as he says the last part.

The five of you sit around the breakfast table as Sam, Dean, and Cas describe the events of the hunt. You try to listen to what the boys are telling you, but you mostly find yourself wishing Crowley would stop looking at you and just go away.

After what seems like forever, breakfast finally ends and Crowley decides to leave. "Where did you get that shirt?" Sam asks.

"It was just something I found while doing laundry," you respond.

"Funny," Sam says, "looks a lot like Crowley's."

"Yeah, and it smells faintly of sulfur too," Dean adds, "you're sleeping with him aren't you?"