Dean x Reader: Protection

Chapter Four

A/N Ahhhhhhhh I'm so so sorry for not updating!! I'll try to update more I promise!

~Sofaloofa

You sat lazily on a couch in the bunker, flipping though a book about vampire lore. Dean sat across from you at the table, as Sam rifled through the extensive library for another book. It was peaceful, quiet. However that disguised the inner terror you felt.

Crowley... he knew! But how? Questions raced through your brain that you knew only would be answered if you asked Crowley yourself, but you also knew that was extremely dangerous.

So naturally, you decided you would.

"I'm going out for a bit. Get a change of scenery," You said, glancing towards Sam and then Dean. Sam shrugged, your words basically flying past his head as he continued his search. Dean nodded, taking another sip from his coffee.

You quickly slipped out of the bunker, grabbing the supplies you needed and the Impala, and driving to the nearest warehouse- you didn't want the Winchesters to accidentally find you. You set everything up, drew the Devil's Trap and mixed all the suspicious looking ingredients together, but before you could go any further, Crowley was standing right in front of you, a cocky smile etched onto his lips.

"Well, well, well... look what we have here," He mused, running a finger along the summoning supplies before flicking his wrist and making them disappear. You set your jaw, careful to not let him see you show any emotion. Crowley chuckled darkly. "So why did you try to call me here, hmmm?" He asked, circling around you like a curious cat.

You cut to the chase. "I'm pretty damn sure you know why I called you here," You accused, your voice showing no hint of playing around. Crowley rolled his eyes, stopping his circling and stroking his chin in a mock-thinking motion.

"Does it have something to do with the fact that you're in a oh-so-secret relationship with that Winchester? It's trivial, really. Nothing worth my time," He said, but you caught his silver tongue in the act. You set your jaw, keeping your hand near your holy water. Crowley then brightened up, as if he remembered something. "Oh of course I could use this information to my advantage... Sell it maybe... You know there are an abundance of monstrosities just waiting for a weak spot in your whole facade of bravery." You felt yourself growl in frustration.

"You wouldn't," You said, trying desperately to hide your growling fear. Crowley grinned- he knew he had you.

"But I would. That is, unless, you're willing to do something for me..." Crowley mused, his eyes flashing a dangerous glint. You gulped.

"What do you want me to do?"