Fandom One-Shots

- Crowley -

" Married to the king of Hell "

"Ugh...." I groan tiredly and sit up. A little to quickly it seems, my head instantly start throbbing making me groan again and lay back down. I place a hand on my head and open my eyes. "Ack-" I close my eye not able to bear the bright light.

     "You okay there, love?"

     "No, I feel like I've been ran over by a bus three times, and then dumped in hell."

     "That's Vegas for you." I only hum in response and curl up into a little ball until it dawned on me. That voice. Quickly I sit up, ignoring the throbbing, and look over to the one and only king of Hell. He sat in a chair with one leg slinged over the other, wearing his signature smirk and suit.

     I look down at myself and scan over my own clothing. I was wearing a white dress that showed a lot of skin, along with white pumps, and a beautiful diamond ring. My hair was pulled into a tight ponytail and the bed around me was an absolute mess. I looked back up at Crowley.

     "Did we-" he instantly shakes his head and gives a sad sigh. He moves his leg to the ground, sets his whiskey glass on the table side, and leans on his legs.

     "No, sad enough for me, but that beautiful ring you're wearing was given to you by yours truly." He motioned to himself and my hand flew to my mouth.

     "We did not."

     "We did." You didn't have to look at him to know he was still wearing his smirk.

     "No. No. No. I am NOT married to you." I try to stand up only to stumble and fall into Crowley's lap. I sigh but don't look up at him, though I could feel his eyes boring into my back.

     "Oh, but you are."

     "When can I get a divorce?"

     "Ah, well dear, you can get one whenever you'd like, but I'd appreciate it if you gave me a chance." I look up at him with a very strong and menacing glare. He holds up his hands and loses his smirk. "Just a week?"

     I don't lose the glare but finally I sigh and stand up, with the help of my new husband. "Fine, a week. That's it!" He smirks and stand up, linking his arm with mine.

     "Good! Now let's go downstairs and get you something for the migraine of yours~" I don't attempt to glare and let him guide me down to the kitchen. This was going to be a long week.

Day 1-------------

     I sat on the couch, with my legs crossed over each other like a little kid. I wore a baggy t-shirt, that I had stolen from my brother a few weeks ago, and popcorn squeezed in between my thighs. Crowley was out doing God knows what, but I was in the living room getting ready for a Disney marathon.

     "Dear?"

     "Living room!" I yelled back and Crowley came in all the while watching the t.v. "And don't call me that."

     "What are you doing?" I rolled my eyes and looked over at him.

     "Watching t.v." I said before popping popcorn in my mouth and turning back to the t.v.

     "I can see that, but why?"

     "For entertainment."

     "But you have me for that~" I don't allow him to say another word and throw the popcorn at him, making him retreat into the kitchen.

     "Get outta here!"

Day 2-------------

     "Crowley!" I yell stomping down the stairs in a towel. I march up to Crowley, who was sitting in a leather chair "reading" the newspaper. He looked up smirking and scanned over me, to which I smacked him in the head and he looked back up at me.