Alone at Last

Chapter 5

Request:Any chance we get another part of Alone At Last? Maybe he could keep wondering about her feelings towards him and become nicer and nicer until she stops him and asks what is wrong with him and they sort it out?

Reader Gender: Female

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Word Count: 2,593

Warnings: Fluff, smut (kinda rough, but not too bad), I think that's it

Fic:

Crowley's POV

Crowley sat on his throne trying to listen to some demon or another spew its plea for a promotion, but he couldn't concentrate. Images of Y/N kept appearing in his head and drawing his attention.

"Sire, is something wrong?" One of Crowley's minions asks.

Crowley just growls as he stands and walks towards the door. "Throw him back on the rack," Crowley says, frustrated.

"Wait, but -" the demon begins, but Crowley doesn't hear the rest. He slams the door behind him and walks off towards his bedroom. Images of her kept appearing in his mind and the only way to stop it was to actually have her here.

She was infuriating. Somehow, she managed to get stuck in his head and stay there. Somehow, he'd managed to actually have feelings for her. No other creature had ever made him feel this way, it was maddening. His lack of self control when it came to his thoughts about her frustrated him to no end. He needed to see her, now.

Crowley snaps his fingers and in the blink of an eye she's standing before him. "Hello darling," he says before stopping to examine the state she was in. Her clothes are tattered and covered with blood. "What the bloody Hell happened?" he asks as his hands fly towards her and begin to search her for wounds, "Are you hurt?"

"What did you do that for?" she asks, irritation leaking into her voice, "We were in the middle of a hunt. So help me, if Sam or Dean get hurt because you zapped me here I'll –"

"You'll what?" Crowley asks firmly, but not harshly either.

"I don't know," she says, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

"Don't worry about moose and squirrel. They're grown men, they can handle themselves," Crowley says as he runs his thumb across her cheek bone.

"Why am I here?" She asks as she turns to examine the room, "Wait, where am I? Did you drag me to Hell? Crowley, I can't be here."

"Well, I didn't drag you per se, but yes, you are in Hell; and why can't you be here exactly?" Crowley asks with a smirk on his face.

"Because I'm a hunter, because I run around with the Winchesters, because the majority of your minions probably want me dead," she lists. Her breathing is quick as if she's panicking.

"Y/N, I'm the King remember? As long as you're with me, none of them can so much as look in your direction if you don't want them to," Crowley says as he reaches out to stroke her face. He snaps his fingers to repair her tattered clothing and clean the blood from her. She seems to calm a little and Crowley wraps his arms around her, holding her close to him. "I've got something for you," Crowley whispers in her ear, "I think you'll like it."

"What is it?" she asks as she rolls her eyes. Crowley snaps his fingers, a box appears on the floor. "Wow," she says, "you kept your clothes on! That's not what I was expecting." Crowley chuckles and gestures to the box; inviting her to open it. She kneels down on the floor next to the box and lifts the lid only to find it empty, to her eyes anyway. "Um ..." she says slowly, "... why did you give me an empty box?"