Supernatural imagines and such

Red roses: Crowley x reader

Imagine; its your birthday and you are in the bunker (in your room)

It was your birthday, but you had very few people to celebrate with. The Winchesters had taken you out to a club the other night, and it was fun, but you really wanted to spend time with your crush..

Well...

Regrettably, it was Crowley, but what could you do about it?

Nothing, it was just a dumb crush and you hoped it would subside before the Winchesters found out somehow, since the scene of an angel reading your mind and finding that information stored somewhere just flashed into your brain every once in a while to give you a cringe attack. Well, it was the day of your birthday, of which the boys had let you take a dat off to catch up on sleep and such, when Crowley suddenly materialized in the hallway.

You were just laying down on your bed reading, since it was too close to mid day for you to feel tired.

"Anyone home?"

He stage whispered, and your stomach fluttered.

"No, just the cat."

You replied, looking up from the book your were reading. Crowley smoothly walked in, dressed in the usual black suit, except today he had a red rose in the fancy front pocket of it. Also, he had his hands behind his back, which made you raise your guard. You secretly hoped he hadn't been n a date, trying to place why he had a rose, but knew to cover up your thoughts as soon as it appeared in fear of him reading them.

"What's up?"

You said as casually as possible.

"Welllllll..."

He smiled.

"It's your birthday!!"

He took his arms from behind his back and revealed a red rose, and offered it to you, acting all fancy.

"Oh!"

You sat bolt up right and blushed. Reaching out for the rose, you took it from him and got up out of bed. At this point you became self conscience, still being in your pajamas, of which consisted of a T-shirt you had cut the collar of, and shorts that were short enough to need a cover on the inside to hide your underwear (thank god it was there).

"Oh, about that-"

He snapped, and you blinked a couple times, feeling slightly dizzy. You looked at you bed and saw your pajamas folded up, and looked at yourself to see a red dress, realized in some wicked way Crowley had materialized a full outfit complete with matching shoes.

"...hhoowww...-"

"King of hell."

He smirked at you and took your hand.

"I've found us a nice resturant somewhere... Not in the country. We have reservations."

"Oh my... Um.. Wow... Wait. How did you know it was my birthday and why are you being so nice to me?"

"Well I'm not stupid and I'm addicted to human blood, seriously emotions are awesome."

He leaned in and kissed you, and you just kissed back, still confused but mostly ecstatic.

Best birthday ever.