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Twister: Crowley x Reader

You were sitting in the bunker living room, drinking scotch and fuming.

The boys left this morning to go on a case they deemed 'too dangerous' for you.

You were pissed, to say the least, and they were going to get a piece of your mind when they got back.

"Hello, love."

You looked behind you and Crowley stood in a black suit, waving his hand at you.

"My brothers aren't here. Little bitches went on a case without me."

"They have a tendency to do that." Crowley said with a sigh, sitting across from you in the living room.

You didn't know how Crowley managed to get into the bunker, and honestly you didn't want to know.

It was silent for a couple moments, you and Crowley avoiding each other's gaze.

"Want some scotch?" You broke the silence, holding out the bottle.

"I thought you'd never ask." He grinned and snapped his fingers, a glass appearing.

He poured himself a generous amount and gave the bottle back.

"Thanks love."

You couldn't help the shiver that went down your spine. They way he said 'love' made your stomach clench.

"You alright?"

You licked your lips and nodded.

The way Crowley was looking at you....you suddenly lifted the bottle up and chugged a couple mouthfuls of scotch, burning your throat.

"Maybe you should take it easy, love."

You laughed.

"Thanks for the concern, Crowley. I know my limits." You capped the bottle.

The room was silent again, the only noise being Crowley sipping his drink.

"Wanna play a board game?" You asked.

It took him a couple seconds to answer, but finally he smiled.

"Sure, love. What would you like?"

You didn't think he'd agree, so it took you a couple stunned seconds before you responded.

"What about Twister?"

He raised his eyebrows, but regardless snapped his fingers and Twister popped into his hand.

You clapped your hands and unboxed it, setting it up.

You and Crowley played for a bit, and any time neither of you could reach the board to spin the wheel, Crowley would flick his fingers or wiggle his nose and the wheel would spin.

You eventually got bored, and told Crowley you were gonna step it up a notch.

"What does that bloody mean?"

You just wiggled your eyebrows.

"Stay here. I'll be right back."

You were gone for a couple minutes, and when you came back you were lugging giant pails.

You opened the pails and poured the paint on the corresponding colors; blue paint on the blue dots, yellow paint on the yellow dots, etc.

You finished and stepped back proudly.

"Here we go!" You cheered.

Crowley spun a right hand on blue, left foot on yellow, and then a right elbow on green.

You and Crowley struggled to stand, limbs twisted together.

"My hands slipping!" You shrieked.

"My foots falling asleep!" Crowley shrieked back.

You opened your mouth to yell at him, when your arm finally gave out and you fell causing Crowley to fall.

It was silent for a moment before the two of you burst into laughter.

The laughter died down, and then it was quiet again.

You and Crowley just laid on the floor, gazing at each other. You both were covered in paint, and you could feel it seeping into your clothes and taste it in your mouth.

But you didn't care, because the way Crowley was looking at you made your whole body feel like it was on fire. (I s2g not onE CEILING JOKE)

So when he leaned forward and paused, lips mere inches from yours, you didn't hesitate.

You took a leap of faith, and met his lips with yours.

It was as hot as the hell he ruled, and you loved it.

You two were interrupted by someone clearing their throat quite rudely.

You broke apart from Crowley and turned your head to give them a piece of your mind. But you stopped and your jaw dropped when you saw Sam and Dean with their arms crossed, glaring.

"Shit!"

You and Crowley tried to stand up at the same time, and slipped in the paint. You both fell down, you on top of him.

You would've loved to lean down and kiss him again, but you were painfully aware of your brothers shooting him daggers with their glares.

You managed to stand up, with the help of Crowley, and faced your brothers.

"You can go, Crowley. I'll talk to you later." You insisted.

He hesitated, but nodded and flashed away.

You faced your brothers, and met their glares with your own.

"You fucking shits! You left me this morning!"

"THAT'S WHAT YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT? HOW ABOUT THE FACT WE JUST CAUGHT YOU SUCKING FACE WITH A DEMON?" Dean hollered.

"Dean Winchester don't you raise your tone at me! Don't forget you spent some time as a demon yourself! And Crowley isn't bad, he just does bad things sometimes. BUT SO DO WE! So what's the difference?" You finished your stand.

"Um, she has a point." Sam pointed out.

"So now your taking her side?!" Dean threw his hands up.

"Listen, I get you're worried, and that's ok. It's your job to be worried. But Crowley likes me, and I like him. I'm not going to run away from something that could be really good for me, and for him. So please, respect my decision and support me."

The room was silent, before Dean sighed.

"I'm not saying I'm ok with this, because I'm not. But I trust you."

You smiled and tried to give him and Sam a hug, but they both refused.

They sent you off to the shower, and you went with a bounce in your step.

You grabbed clothes from your room, but you paused before you stepped out.

There was a giant white wall in your room with nothing on it. You lifted up your hand and pressed it against the wall. You pulled your hand away and smiled at the paint hand-print.

You were still smiling when you got into the shower.

You finished showering, got dressed and was drying your hair when you walked back into your room.

You stopped dead, and another smile crept onto your face.

Your handprint was still there, finally dry.

And beside it sat a new, bigger handprint.