Supernatural fanfiction

Crowley x Sam

Sams POV

"Sam....please not now! Not when I need you the most!" I heard Crowley choke out as I kept walking away from him. How could I do this to the love of my life? What's left of my heart is shattering and it hurts. Even after hours of walking, I can hear his cries. The tears fell from. Y eyes and I broke down at the door to the bunker. Dean and Castiel would be sleeping to I had time to myself. I wanted to get a few things from here then I'd leave to go to Chuck, to fix what's happened to me but every time I try my mind wanders to Crowley and his perfect suit, his smile, his laugh, his lips I love to kiss before we sleep. I'm a demon and I'm slowly going crazy over it. I don't want to hurt him anymore. I'd rather throw myself back into the pit again. By morning I left with what I needed and Dean was obviously not happy with me. I knew he would have said something but he also knew if he did, I'd still leave anyways. Just like I always do. I'm good at that. Running away from my problems.

Crowleys POV

He left me again....I need my moose I need the man I love with me. I can't go through this alone. Not now. I should have told him sooner....maybe then he wouldn't have left... I fell to my knees and let the tears fall down my face. I'm a demon, the king of hell for fuck sake, why do I care so much? I love him, he brings light back to what heart I have left. I needed to find him before it's to late. He's stuck in the belief that he's a monster, that he's gonna hurt me. I don't want him to change. I want him to be the man I feel in love with, and damn it it's gonna be that way. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't stop crying even for a second. I did manage to crawl back into bed in my spot where Sam should be. It smelt like him, making my tears even worse. I slowly fell asleep crying into one of Sams pillows for comfort.

Sams POV

I found an old dingy motel to stay in for the night, it just wasn't the same. I just couldn't fall asleep for the life of me, the darkness which normally consumed me as I sleep felt empty, made be feel bitterly alone. I didn't know how well I'd be able to sleep without Crowley curling up next to me. Without hearing the soft snores of my lover next to me, I definitely felt alone and the depression started kicking in. Should I really go through with this?