The Youngest Winchester

Choosing; Crowley

Thanks for 70 views guys! Means a lot to me! I love y'all! I would warn you there's slight smut, but since it's Crowley, you should always just assume that. It's nothing bad. I swear.
(Also, if you are wondering why I had to search for an image, it's because all of my Crowley ones have other people in them, and just never seemed to fit. Sorry!)

You had no idea how your brothers would react. But Dean said he'd support your decision, it just so happens that your decision was the king of hell. You couldn't help it. That accent made you melt. Plus he was hot. You just had no clue how to tell him, let alone Sam and Dean. That's when it hit you. Kidnapping for a kidnapping, right? You went to work collecting the ingredients for the spell. You heard Dean's voice only moments before he appeared in your doorway, as you pretended to read a book on your bed.
"Sammy and me are going on a hunt, y/n. If you want to join, you can, but it's a milk run." You nodded, raising your head as you pretended to consider his offer.
"I think I'll stay here, finish my book. If it's just a milk run." You joked, hoping he wouldn't see past the facade. He nodded and walked over, giving you a one armed hug from the side.
"Okay," He said, squeezing you tightly, "See you in a couple of days."
"Bye. Stay safe!" He nodded, and walked out of your room. The moment you heard the door to the bunker close you raced to the dungeon, placing a table with a bowl on top of it directly in the center of the large devil's trap. Stopping momentarily to consider if it was a good idea, but soon you were back to putting herbs in the bowl. You sliced your hand over the bowl, and recited the spell you had heard Sam and Dean say only a billion times. Nothing happened at first. You turned to see if he was behind you, but no. You turned back and nearly jumped. He was in the trap, at least. You stepped out of the rather large circle, and he looked down.
"Bollocks!" He cursed, "What can I do for you, love?" You forced yourself not to melt at the simple sound of his voice. You smirked, and sat cross legged in the chair. He stared at you, chewing the inside of his cheek, as his eyes filled with desire.
"I assume your brothers have put you up to this." You smirk grows bigger as you finally look up at him, drawing his eyes to yours.
"Then you aren't as smart as you look." You say after a few seconds. He is in utter shock, eyes wide and everything.
"Then what?" He says, having to switch to the other cheek, because he bit the first raw. You scoured your memory for what he said when he first kidnapped you.
"I want to know what you are." He smiled at the clear reference.
"I believe I'm the king of hell." He played along, stepping towards the edge of the circle, towards you.
"Is that right?" You played coy, slowly standing from your seat. He nodded slowly, mainly so he could look you over.
"If you'd care to let me out, I could show you. Do we have a deal?" You stepped inside the circle.
"I'd prefer to see more than just that." His smile went smirky, as you stepped inside the circle. He pulled you towards him.
"Well, you could always take a throne." He moved his head so his lips were inches from yours.
"Deal." You whispered, closing the gap and kissing him. The door to the dungeon opened suddenly. You were so busy with Crowley, you didn't notice Sam and Dean had come back, because they left Sam's laptop. You tried to look back, but Crowley held your face to his.
"Um. Y/n, Dean's looking for you." Sam's voice said, stuttering from total shock. You pulled away suddenly and ran out the door, worried about what Dean wanted. Crowley exhaled sharply, putting his hands in his pockets.
"I'd make a deal with her any day, Moose. Even if she doesn't keep it." He smirked, Sam's eyebrows furrowed.
Dean stopped you, halfway down the corridor leading from the dungeon.
"Where the hell were you?" He asked, and you stumbled for an answer, "I thought you said you were finishing your book, Sammy and I were worried!" He said, before looking to a very uncomfortable Sam, who was staring to inside the dungeon. Dean tried to move to where Sam was.
"Dean! Let me explain!" You said, as he walked to join Sam. He raised his eyebrows when he saw Crowley. You were thankful you had worn no lipstick this time.
"You summoned Crowley?" He shouted, looking at you in shock. You struggled to find words.
"Sammy, what's wrong?" Dean said after you didn't respond, and he saw Sam trying to make sense of what he saw. He also struggled for words. Crowley smirked.
"C'mon Moose. Spit it out!" Crowley chimed, and you laughed quietly.
"She didn't just summon him... I-I think they were making out." He said, still in disbelief. Dean froze. He snapped his head at you.
"You made a deal? With the king of hell?"
"I-I wouldn't really call it a deal, more of a..." Your voice trailed off.
"Promise?" Crowley finished your thought. It sounded better than deal. You nodded.
"So what was this little, "promise" then?" Dean scolded, knowing something was off.
"I let him out of the trap, and then some..." You said not wanting to say the other part.
"For?" Dean said, starting to catch on.
"What do you bloody think, Squirrel?" Dean shot him an angry glare. Crowley just smiled.
"You didn't." Sam said, knowing completely that you had.
"I did." You said, growing in confidence.
"And as you saw, I believe she's happy with the decision. No, squirrel, she didn't sell her soul."
"And why should I trust you?" Dean pointed out.
"Because he would never let her," Sam said, putting his head in his hand, "I'll explain in the car." He dragged Dean out and you heard the bunker door close once again. You ran into the room to let Crowley out. You scratched at the circle with your switch blade. You stood up, and when you did, his lips were already an inch from yours.
"Now. Where were we?" You could feel his warm breath on your lips, as one hand cupped your cheek, and the other rounded your waist. You pressed your lips to his. When you finally parted, his eyes refused to leave you. You blushed wildly.
"Well, I think you should see our kingdom now, my Queen." He whispered in your ear, taking your hand. You nodded. You flashed to Crowley's throne room, noticing a second smaller one next to his very large one.
"Now we can go through some formalities, or..." He gripped you close to him and whispered into your ear, "I can show you to our room." You bit your lip, and kissed his lips softly, pulling off his jacket.
"Good answer." He smirked.

-Time skip brought to you by Rose's amazing hair. How does she keep it so perfect, like damn!-
Your eyes fluttered open. Your head was on his bear chest, and one of your hands were intertwined with his. He had one hand circling you bear back. You smiled.
"Told you it was a good answer." He said slyly, as you leveled your heads. You pushed your lips to his. You pulled away.
"That it was."