One More Glass [Supernatural: Crowley fanfic]

yo yo yo it's Jacklyne here sup

I decided to write this bc season 9 Crowley was giving me more feels than ever so I figured it was a good idea

This kinda takes place in season 9 when Crowley is still injecting human blood into himself and I'm just changing things around a bit bc it's fiction

Also some special characters that may or may not be dead may or may not appear in this story

Please enjoy chapter one and don't be afraid to comment <3

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"Get me some more," Crowley murmured breathlessly. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. I had never seen him like this before.

"Are you sure? You don't look well, Cr- King," I stammered. Crowley was my king, the king of Hell. He had taken to wanting me to call him King at all times, especially during sex.

"I am your king, you will do as I say. You are my favourite, Raven, don't make me change my mind." He sat up and took a sip of his scotch.

"Alright," I sighed, standing up and grabbing the A positive blood donation. I put the needle into the bag and extracted some of the metallic liquid.

"Here you go, King," I handed him the needle and he smiled before putting the needle up to his skin.

I just knew in the pit of my stomach that this was a bad idea. The blood seemed to be humanizing him in a weird way. He almost seemed like he was growing a soul.

But he wouldn't be told that he was doing wrong, especially from a boring, low life demon like me.

Firstly, I was lowest on the food chain. I was nothing but a blade of grass while Crowley was a hawk, hovering over me, completely unpredictable.

Secondly, I wasn't like other demons. I didn't know why, but something inside of me was different. I felt like I had some sort of conscious, something telling me that what I was doing was wrong.

I was born into the vessel I'm currently in. I have never changed vessels because I feel like that's a horrible invasion of privacy and I'm rather happy with this vessel.

Everything about me is odd. I never had parents and I grew up by myself, with some help from strangers along the way.

I met Crowley about a month ago, and we've been basically inseparable ever since. And by that I mean he stays here while I go run errands for him and have sex with him. I'm basically a slave, but I don't mind. Everything about my life doesn't bother me, I've grown accustomed to it.

"Come here, Raven," Crowley said, as he offered me his arm.

I secured my housecoat around my waist and sat down beside him on the large king bed.

He turned on the flat screen television and took another sip of scotch as we began watching an old movie.

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I stared at myself in the broken mirror. My dark brown hair was messy and limp. I flickered my eyes from brown to complete blackness, to brown again. I pursed my pink lips and straightened out my t shirt.

"What's taking you so long?" Crowley asked, slamming his fist on the door.

I sighed, opening the door. He went in and slammed the door behind him.

I felt like this day to day schedule was missing something. I felt lonely, even when Crowley was by my side. He didn't have a soul, he had no way of showing me love because he didn't care, but why did I care?

"I need some blood, just jump someone and bring him here!" Crowley commanded from the other side of the bathroom door.

"Right on it!" I replied, making my way out the door. I always liked getting fresh air and killing someone. It gave me a sense of accomplishment.

I got my blade ready as I approached someone in the back alley of the hotel. It was probably around four in the morning so I was lucky I got someone so quickly.

Within seconds I had him dead and taken back to the hotel room. Crowley was already sitting in his chair, just waiting.

He grabbed the unconscious man from me and began drawing his blood with a needle before injecting it in himself. He let out a sigh of relief and laid back with his eyes closed.

"Fabulous job, love."

I smiled, taking a seat on his lap. "Anything for my King," I murmured, putting my lips against his neck. I placed a small kiss on his skin before looking into his eyes, seeing a smirk played on his lips.

"Let's go somewhere more comfortable, shall we?" He asked, his arms snaking around my waist.

My feelings for this man were indescribable, which was why I tried my hardest to ignore them. But sometimes I got ahead of myself, but I never regret anything. Mostly because I hoped that maybe one day... he'll love me back.