Supernatural One-Shots

Charade (Crowley x fem!Winchester reader)

"Really, Fergus you should listen to your mother. This place could do with a feminine touch!" Rowena exclaimed as she gazed at her son on his throne. Crowley bit back a groan of annoyance at her. For several days now, Rowena had been trying to convince him that he needed a queen by his side. Crowley knew that the only reason Rowena would even care about his love life was to use it for her own devices. She would want him to be with a woman that she could easily manipulate to undermine Crowley's authority in Hell. That, of course, he couldn't permit. Then, an idea sprang to his mind.

"Actually, Mother, I have been in the market for a queen for some time now," Crowley lied with ease. Rowena's eyes brightened. "Oh? Perhaps I could assist you. After all, I couldn't let just any woman be by my son's side, now could I?" Crowley gave her a tight-lipped smile. "No need, Mother. I believe I've found the perfect woman to reign as my queen." Rowena smirked, making Crowley stifle a laugh. She was going to be in for a surprise. "Shall I have her join us for supper?" At Rowena's nod, Crowley snapped his fingers and disappeared from Hell.

"Hello, Kitten," Crowley greeted smoothly as he reappeared behind you in your room. "What do you want, Crowley?" you inquired, not even turning to face him. Crowley placed a hand on your shoulder, making you stop what you were doing. "What makes you think I want something?" You finally looked at him and replied, "You only call me 'Kitten' when you want something. The question is what do you want and how does it benefit me?"

Crowley cursed to himself. You knew him far too well. Still, he covered it up with his usual mask of confidence. "Spoken like a queen, love. I do, in fact, want something. I...need your help," he told you, hating the fact he needed someone. Amusement flashed in your (e/c) eyes and you began chuckling softly. "So, the mighty King of Hell needs the help of a Winchester once again, huh?" Crowley was clearly not as amused as you were since he growled, "Never mind."

"No, Crowley wait! I'm sorry. Tell me what you need?" you asked, the jest gone from your tone. Crowley ran his hand through his short hair and sighed. Your brows furrowed at the uncharacteristic shyness and uncertainty in his actions. You moved to the other side of your room and pulled out your secret stash. A bottle of Craig, aged 30 years. Crowley's favorite. You poured him a glass and gave it to him. "Now, tell me what's going on."

You sat and listened intently to Crowley's predicament and your eyes widened. You couldn't believe what he was asking you to do. He wanted you to pretend to be his girlfriend in front of his mother. The witch that bore no love for you or your brothers. You didn't object to the charade really since you didn't hate Crowley. You did object to being in such close quarters with Rowena for an extended period of time and the intimacy that you knew would be required to carry on the deception.

You were so absorbed in your own thoughts, you didn't hear Crowley finish speaking. He frowned when you didn't reply. "Perhaps this wasn't my best idea. I suppose I could come up with something else." You shook your head and finally spoke. "I'll do it, Crowley. But you owe me," you told him with a smile. "Now, get out of here." Crowley looked at you in confusion and you smirked. "If I'm going to convince Rowena that I'm going to be your queen, I need to look like one. So, get out so I can get ready!" Crowley chuckled. "Thank you, Y/N."

Crowley returned to Hell and informed Rowena that his "queen" would indeed be joining them for supper that night. Then, he went about prepping for the meal. Crowley rarely worried about things with his mother, but this time he did. He had chosen you for a reason. To get under Rowena's skin. After all, everyone knew her hate of Winchesters. What better way to get his mother off his back and get a little amusement than to pretend to date one?