'Squirrel, moose, baby in a trench coat. I have news for you' Crowley says, a mischievous smile running across his face and a faint laugh coming out of his lips.
'Oh yeah, and what's that then? You finally figured out how not to be a patronising so...
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'Ashlinn! Wake up, wake up!' Rowan shouts, jumping up and down on my bed and shaking me.
As you can probably tell, this is one of the times when i want to smother her with my pillow. She's always so perky in the morning which bugs me like, i need 10 hours to of sleep to function normally.
'What the hell are you doing?' I mutter out, burying my head under my pillow and closing my eyes.
'I'm bored, come on. Make breakfast with me! Please?!' Rowan tells me, throwing the pillow off my face and ruffling my hair.
'Alright, alright fine. Get off then. I need a shower first though' I reply to her, pushing her off my bed as she scurries her way out of my bedroom to my kitchen.
I slide out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. God, I hope the hot water is working. The amount of times i've hopped in the shower and freeze to death is quite shocking. Slipping out of my clothes, i turn the shower on and flick on the radio.
'And now, time for a throwback. I love rock and roll by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts!'
Aw, this used to be my favourite song when i was little. Dean used to sing it to me when we were going on long road-trips. It was the only think what could make me go to sleep.
'I love rock n' roll! So put another dime in the jukebox, baby!' I bellow out, the hot water dripping down my back and my hair covered in shampoo.
This song just makes me happy, it makes me feel really nolstagic. After half a hour or so in the shower, I finally turn it off and go outside into the coldness; wrapping a too short towel around my body. Everything in this house shrinks i swear.
'Well well well, what do we have here love?' A voice behind me says, his voice laced with mischief and humour. ' I must say darling, that towel suits you'
'CROWLEY!' I shout, wrapping the towel tighter around me and turning off the radio 'You idiot, what are you doing in here?'
'I heard your... unique singing echoing from my room and i just had to follow it' Crowley replies, his face breaking out into a half-smirk as he looks me up and down which makes my little heart go all to mush.
'Well, you've heard it now so can you please leave?' I ask him, my face going as red as a rose.
'Of course darling, anything for you. However, before i do, I have a favour to ask off you' Crowley tells me, leaning against the door frame and smiling.
God, that smile.
'And what would that be?' I ask him quizzically, hopping up onto the bathroom countertop and brushing my sopping wet hair.
'I have a suprise for you tonight, something darling what i could tell you would like. I'll leave if you promise to come to me tonight, after everyone is asleep of course. Don't want to cause concern, do we?' Crowley asks me, his half-smirk coming into a full one and winking at me.
'Sure, I guess. Now, can you leave me in peace or not?' I reply to him hopping down from the countertop and landing on my feet.
'Of course darling. See you tonight' and just like that he's gone.
Oh my, did that actually just happen? Am I really spending a night with Crowley? My Crowley?!
