• chapter twelve •

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Later that day, Dean called Crowley and it went straight to voicemail. He tried his best to sound convincing.

"I'll give you a second chance. Meet me in two hours. I'll text the address."

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The two of them sat in the car Dean had stolen, behind the gas station.

"I like the thought of it. Ruling over hell, with another king by my side." Dean started.

Crowley couldn't look away from Dean's eyes, he had already gotten lost.

"I missed you, Dean." Crowley breathed

They could feel themselves getting closer. Dean couldn't help but be pulled in, his body ached to be touched by Crowley. He wanted more.

"I missed you too. I don't know why I ever left." Dean whispered

Crowley smirked, "I think you'll be delighted to hear that I'm not wearing any underwear right now."

"You really do know how to win me, Fergus."

Their lips met as they laid the seat back. Both finding eachother absolutely irresistible.

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