Supernatural Imagines

Imagine Crowley falling in love with you, an angel

"Hello, Darling." You snapped around to look at the British voice from behind me. Great.
"Crowley." You grumbled. First you fall from heaven, and now you have to put up with the King of Hell.
"The one and only." He smirked. You rolled your eyes and begin pulling out your angel blade.
"What do you want?" You snapped.
"I want those beautiful little powers of yours, so I'm here to offer a deal." He proposed. You laughed.
"Oh? And what could you offer me?" You laughed more.
"A chance to save your favorite archangel." He was talking about Gabriel, and now that all angels were on earth, well, Gabriel was in deep trouble.
"How would you manage that?" You narrowed your eyes, and he held up a small horn. It looked oddly familiar.
"The horn of Gabriel, all his, if you help me." As factions popped up more and more, and Gabriel being the only archangel left, he was in danger. You took a deep breath.
"Fine. You have yourself a deal." He smirked.
"We have to seal the deal, love." You already knew how crossroad deals worked, and you were not happy about this.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." You looked away, feeling like it may not be too late to turn back. Crowley stepped closer.
"Tick Tock, love." He chimed. You knew he was enjoying this. Sadistic abomination.
"Stop calling me that!" You snapped. It was bad enough you had to do it, but what was worse, was that he kept calling you such rude names.
"So, while I consider the pros and cons, what are the terms?" You turn around, finding his face inches from yours.
"I give you the Horn of Gabriel, he stays safe, and I basically own you. You turn off angel radio, unless instructed to do otherwise, you come when called, and you follow every direction a give you. To. The. Letter. The only killing you will do will be protecting me, so if that's what you're worried about-"
"Castiel is also safe," You added, "From you, and other demons, deal?" Crowley considered then nodded.
"Okay, deal. Pucker up, darling." You rolled your eyes, and crashed your lips onto his. He smirked into the kiss, your lips moving in sync with his. His hands found their way to your waist. You pulled away after only a few seconds, and you could've sworn that he almost wanted it again. He straightened himself, and his jacket before smirking again.
"Well, a deal's a deal." He tossed you Gabriel's horn. You flashed out with it, then back in, without it. You huffed, as Crowley's eyes looked you over, and his smirk cracked to the surface again. His vessel was rather handsome, but his soul was twisted, and retched.
"Follow me, darling." He disappeared, but you figured he was in hell.

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Crowley had you do everything, from basic chores, to smiting annoying demons (which you really didn't mind). During chores, he often made you do it 'the human way' to keep from Lucifer catching on. He also made you change in a few instances, such as when Hades came to dinner. That was a night filled with sexual innuendoes, and if you hadn't known better, you'd think Crowley was somewhat upset with the interest the God was taking in you. Three years you had been Crowley's lap dog. Now Lucifer was free, and he made Crowley his dog. You almost felt bad. Crowley hadn't treated you that poorly, and it was quite honestly terrifying. He had taken over Castiel's vessel, and Crowley's deals. Lucifer often would pull you into his lap for no other reason then to feel you there. It was uncomfortable, but it seemed to piss off Crowley. You didn't realize what the big deal was; It isn't like Lucifer was taking an interest in you. You still did the chores around hell, and you never regretted the decision to save Gabriel.
"Y/n, darling, come here." Lucifer cooed from the throne room. You walked in and Crowley was no where in sight. You continued to catalog soul intakes as you entered the room.
"Yes, Lucifer?" You called as he pulled you onto his lap, once again.
"Where is my jealous little puppy?" He purred in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, and not in a good way.
"No clue. He is YOUR puppy." You pointed out. Lucifer didn't like your answer, and pulled you closer by the waist. This startled you and you looked over at him.
"Little y/n, puppy ran away. But, I assume puppy would tell his little girlfriend." He hissed in your ear.
"I do not believe I am Crowley's friend. Try the Winchesters." You went back to your work, and Lucifer tossed the tally book aside. He snapped and suddenly you were straddling the archangel. It was quite uncomfortable.
"Ah, but Crowley does have his little crush on you. He loves you. He wouldn't leave, knowing I could do whatever I want with you." His lips grazed your cheek as he spoke, and as you tried to move, you found his hands firmly on your waist. Every time you struggled, he pulled you closer.
"Crowley's a demon. He's incapable of love. That was your design, correct?" You asked, finally giving up.
"Ah, but Crowley's becoming human a little at a time. Beautiful process. So, I'm giving you a chance to call him, and when you do, you'll ask him where he is. Then, you put the phone on speaker, and do exactly as I say, alright?" Lucifer was smirking wildly, eyeing you. You pulled out the phone Crowley had given you, and dialed the same number, three times.
"What is his number?" Lucifer questioned.
"666." You answered, blandly, hitting the 'call' button. It rang, but he finally picked up.
"Love, are you alright?" He said through the phone.
"Where are you, Crowley?" You asked.
"My den, are you alright?" He pushed, you put the phone on speaker.
"She is fine, Crowley. But I'm still wondering how you got one of the prettiest angels to make a deal to be your slave." He prodded.
"To save your brother." You muttered. Crowley didn't answer.
"I think you forget she's my toy, now. Which means I get what I want from her." He purred the last sentence. You began to grow worried, before it seemed like nothing, but now... Lucifer had no clue where Crowley's den was; Crowley didn't know where his den was! You started fearing for your safety. Lucifer grabbed the back of your head, and knitted his fingers in your hair.
"What are you doing?" You demanded. He smirked.
"What I've been wanting to do for awhile now." He forced your head forward, crashing your lips together. It was a sloppy kiss, and he made it as loud as physically possible. Crowley dropped something. You tried to force yourself off of him, but he was having none of it. When he finally let you pull away, he smirked. Crowley scowled behind him, before stabbing an archangel blade through the throne. You look wide eyed, as Crowley let a smirk grace his lips.
"You alright, love?" Crowley asked, looking at your scared expression. You let go of a breath and sniggered.
"Fine. Thank you." You puffed. You stood from the dead vessel, and Crowley appeared in front of you. You blushed slightly at the close quarters. He snaked an arm around your waist and cupped your cheek, gently pulling you closer. He softly placed his lips on yours, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Crowley loved you, an angel. Never thought you'd see the day.