Supermerwholock One Shots

Crowley X Reader - Short

You had long since got used to visits from the King of Hell. He would frequently come to make sure that 'you hadn't been kidnapped'. Apparently, since your rebirth into Earth as a fully fledged demon, you have been claimed by the King of Hell.
You could still just about remember your life before Hell, though you had only forgot the amount you had due to a strength of will and resistance to the torture. Eventually though, just like everybody else, you had succumbed to the life of a demon. You had even become Hell's most valuable operative.
In short, you were important to Hell and therefore had to be protected by the King himself. Protected from what, you didn't know. But you sure did find out.

You were in the kitchen when Crowley 'popped in'. But, you could immediately tell that something wasn't right. He wasn't alone. And whoever he was with wasn't one of his pet hellhounds. You got the impression - from the fact that he didn't appear in the same room as you - that you needed to act human. You had gotten used to pretending to be human over the long time that you had been back on Earth.
You had hidden from many a hunter that had called into your town, whereas other demons - even more experienced demons - had been caught out and sent back to Hell. Perhaps you were just naturally talented at evading discovery. Or maybe it had something to do with your previous life. You couldn't remember much, but you had never forgotten three things: your name, your brothers' names and that you were knowledgeable in mythology.
You had never told Crowley that you remembered your family from your previous life. It had occurred to you that he might not be best pleased that his best operative held onto a couple of names from before you had died.
You picked up your unloaded rifle, that you used for pretending to be human when it was Crowley you were meeting, and went into the living room, where Crowley had appeared. When you saw Crowley, you mock-sighed with relief. "Oh, Ferg, it's just you," you added.
He looked at you, questioning 'Ferg', but went with it. "Hi, (y/n)," he smiled, "I'm home." He walked towards you and gave you a heartfelt hug. "Never call me Ferg again," he whispered, so that only you would hear. Then you were both out of the hug. Then you saw the people that Crowley had arrived with.
Upon seeing them, you remembered all sorts of things from your life before Hell. All at once. It made your head hurt. From seeing them, it looked like they recognised you, too. You swayed slightly from the pressure of suddenly remembering a whole lifetime. When Crowley saw you unsteady, he held his arms out and started to support you. He managed to keep it in character. "Are you okay, (y/n), darling?" he asked you. "What's wrong, unicorn?"
The taller of the two men, obviously baby-Sammy, looked towards you shocked and confused. "Unicorn?" he asked Crowley. You snapped out of your confused state and pulled Crowley closer around you.
"Unicorn," you replied in confirmation. The shorter, blonder, buffer man, little Dean, looked between the three of you.
He was confused - perennially, you thought - about what the three of you were talking about. "Unicorn?" he asked.
"It... was a term of Meg's. She was using it just before..." Sammy replied.
"Before I killed her," Crowley added, confirmatively. You started to pull away from Crowley slightly before remembering that you were pretending to be human. You acted like you were just getting more comfortable.
"Meg?" you pretended to ask, deliberately not addressing the question to Crowley.
As you hoped, Crowley didn't reply. Sammy did. "She was a demon that was against Crowley here. And she fell in with an Angel of the Lord called Castiel."
"Anyway, I was about to start some lunch, if you guys wanna stay for some," you explained to Sammy and Dean. They nodded and thanked you. "Crowley, honey, do you mind helping me?" It was less of a question and more of a 'we need to talk'. He agreed and you led him off to the kitchen, shutting the door behind the both of you. Crowley used the witches magic he'd learnt from his mother to soundproof the kitchen so that Sammy and Dean wouldn't hear your conversation.
"What do you want to talk about, (y/n)?" he asked, when you were sure that they wouldn't hear.
"You killed Meg?!" you asked, shocked and disappointed. "Really?"
Crowley didn't seem exactly repentant, but you weren't aiming for that. However, you did see a hint of doubt of judgement on his part after that situation.
"Do you not remember how hard it was just to get our people topside before?"
"Okay, (y/n), I know. I do remember that problem. There was a long list for why I had to kill her. I didn't just do it because I'm power-crazy."
"Oh, a long list, is there?" you asked. "Well, give me the short version. Your top couple of reasons."
"In short, she knew how to find a gate of Hell - or a failsafe for one, to stop the walking zoo in the other room from shutting the gates of Hell. So I tortured information out of her. She was rescued, then we discovered that the information was false. I had good reason to kill her."
"Good reason." You looked at him. "She was one of our own." You couldn't look at him anymore. "What does that imply you'll do to the rest of us, if you do that over false information and a petty hatred?"
He took your hand. "(y/n), you know I would never ever do that to you."
"Really?" you asked, stressing and starting to hyperventilate. You felt that you didn't know anything anymore. "How am I supposed to trust that?"
"(y/n), please... Unicorn, please trust me," he seemed to be begging, which was unusual for demons, let alone Crowley.
"Unicorn...? No wait, that's not even the most significant part." He looked at you, confused. "What's happened to you? You're begging!"
"It was the walking zoo. Moose was doing the trials to shut the gates to Hell. I was the third trial. To cure a demon. Do you know how close I was to becoming human again?"
"Wait, that's Moose?!" You pointed to the living room. "The tall one out there?!"
"Yeah, that's Moosey," Crowley replied, starting to get worried about you. "Why?"
You inwardly cursed. You'd definitely have to tell him now. But not necessarily everything. "He's my baby brother."