Kings of Hell • Crowley x Dean • Castiel x Dean •

• chapter four •

"Where the hell did you run off to? It's turned into a crime scene over here."

Crowley fixes his eyes on the ground, and waited for a response from Dean.

"Got bored. Plus, we should probably move again. Meet me at the address I just texted you in an hour."

Dean ended the call, and shut off his phone. He had to let his brain think. All of him wanted to profess his love to Crowley and forget about Cas. But something was holding him back. It was pulling at his shirt collar.

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"Moose called. He's on to us."

Dean sighed, "Ah he'll lose us. No worries, I know him."

There was a pause

"Crowley, we were meant to forget about our one night. But it turned into two."

Crowley smiled, "Well I guess I did get a bit carried away."

"I wanna be with you." Dean spoke.

Everything inside of Dean felt numb. They were both sat on a bench at a park. One of those old and stained brown ones, it looked as though it was about to collapse. The sidewalk was beneath their feet, and the sound of birds tweeting up in the trees. Humidity filled the air.

Crowley scooter closer to Dean, and grabbed his hand. A comforting feeling filled both of them. The two hearts were fluttering.

"Let's go get a hotel, darling."

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The hotel was by far the nicest and quietest that the two had been to. Crowley waited in the lounge, while Dean strolled to the desk, and started to organize the room. His eyes, filled with lust, were fixed on the woman working there.

He couldn't help but flirt his way into a free hotel room.

The woman came up to him and started, "Welcome. How can I help?"

Dean leaned on the desk and his eyes floated down to her cleavage.

"One room for three nights please. Queen size." He winked.

Dean's eyes made their way to her face, where she nodded and smiled at him.

The woman slid the room key to him and winked, "This one's on me."

Dean took the room key, and walked back to the lounge, where Crowley was sat at a loveseat. He held a drink in his hand, and another was resting on the coffee table infront.

Dean held the red room key up so Crowley could see, "Its ready"

"Room 425.. fun. One queen?"

The men took the drinks up to the room, and many room service orders later, were drunk.

"We could be the Kings of Hell, Dean.."