Crowley/Lucifer FanFiction

In the beginning

I had been working with the boys for a few months, I never knew my dad, didn't know where to find him until he died. He never knew about me and it broke my heart. But Sam and Dean had told me so much about him, being close to them, made me feel like I was somehow able to get close to him, even if I was too late. Bobby Singer was my father. 

I woke up in another new motel room. We were working a vampire case I had killed half a dozen the day before, we had found a nest that had been stealing and harvesting young girls. It riled me seeing girls my age being used and abused in such a way, I just lost it, putting myself in danger. I might have killed half a dozen but the boys had to save my ass from the rest of them.

My body ached everywhere and I was scared to try and move. I could hear Sam and Dean already moving around, I squeezed my eyes shut before slowly opening them and wincing at the light. 

"Morning sleepy head" Sam greeted,

"hey just remember how nice it is to wake up to a new day before you run into a vampire nest again" Dean scolded

"Come on Dean I've barely woke up" I groaned rolling my eyes. I heard the brothers laugh as I pulled the cover back over my head. Not ready for another day. 

"Lucky for you since you made us kill them all yesterday, we don't have  another case yet" Sam explained, slightly muffled from the duvet over my head "we're gonna head back to the bunker so pack up" I groaned and climbed out of bed towards the bathroom. 

I glanced in the mirror and groaned at the reflection staring bleary eyed back. I had horrific bed hair, sticking up at all angles like a birds nest. Eyes blood shot and puffy from lack of sleep. I was wearing one of Dean's shirts that fell just above my knees and was buttoned up wrong. I brushed my teeth and didn't even attempt to flatten my hair without taking a shower first. I stepped back out of the bathroom to grab a towel. 

The boys were stood up looking tense, they were talking to someone but I couldn't see past their strong frames. They noticed almost straight away that I had entered the room and turned to look at me. The boys had seen me in worse states than this but I was mortified for the stranger to see me. He was shorter than the boys which wasn't difficult, he wore a black suit, shirt and tie. He had short dark hair and similarly dark eyes, the stubble on his chin suggested he was as exhausted as I was, only his exhausted look oozed sexy. He was smirking slightly as he eyed me. And then he spoke,

"Well hello" he grinned in his smooth english accent. The sound of which sent shivers down my spine for all the right reasons. "Boys aren't you going to introduce me?" he asked Sam and Dean. 

"No we are not" snapped Dean, he turned to me "please put some clothes on"

"I came to get a towel to shower" I whispered blushing as I realised I was staring at this new mysterious figure. Sam threw a towel to me and I ducked back into the bathroom.

"Let me know if you need someone to scrub your back love" I heard the English accent through the closed door and bit my lip in response.

"Shut up Crowley!" Dean and Sam yelled in unison, Crowley, he had a name. I had a feeling that name was going to be on my mind a lot. I unbuttoned Dean's shirt and turned on the hot water, steam filling the room and the running water drowning out the voices from behind the door. I closed my eyed and tilted my head back under the water, taming the mass of hair, my red curls falling straight as the water hit them. 

Out of nowhere hand clasped over my mouth. I panicked and tried to scream. 

"Shhhhh" the owner of the hand whispered in my ear "The boys think I left" it was Crowley, my heart began beating fast as I quickly became conscious of how naked I was. He turned me to face him, still under the running shower. He was still fully clothed and his suit was getting soaked but he didn't seem to notice, or care. His eyes drank in my body and I could feel my legs go weak. He was biting his lip and if his hand wasn't over mine, I knew I would be doing the same. 

"I just thought I'd come and introduce myself" he smirked "I'm Crowley, the king of hell" that explained how he had just appeared in my shower, he was one powerful man. "I'm gonna removed my hand now love so you can tell me your name, as he stated, his hand fell to his side, it took me a couple of seconds to compose myself before I spoke,

"Grace" I squeaked "My name's Grace" his lip curled into a smile,

"See you soon....Grace" he smirked,  and with a click of his fingers he was gone. I loved the way my name sounded on his tongue. I stood there, froze to the spot. He had just seen me totally naked and vulnerable and didn't even seem phased. That man was just something else.

I dried myself off and called for Sam to bring my clothes to the bathroom. A couple of seconds later I heard him knock, I opened the door slightly and his arm appeared through the gap with my clothes clutched in his fist. I imagined him blushing as my thong was on the top of the pile. I thanked him and closed the door to get dressed, towel dried my hair the best I could before shoving it onto of my head in a messy bun. I glanced at myself in the mirror and sighed, this would have to do. I was wearing skinny jeans and a white vest top with a leather jacket, I would look quiet nice when I made an effort, that just wasn't a regular occurrence. 

"Ready" I exclaimed as I stepped out of the bathroom,

"Took you long enough" Sam teased

"Yeah to look like that" Dean added, gesturing as my half hearted attempt at looking decent. I flipped him off and followed the boys out to the car, ready to be going back to the place we called home.

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Hey guys, this is my first Supernatural fanfic so let me know what you think before I continue and if I should continue at all. Show me that Crowley love xx