Reader x Character One Shots.

crowley X reader

"Stupid fucking Winchesters, and their stupid fucking angel leaving me behind, not allowing me to fucking hunt" you mumble taking another shot of tequila, this is what your tenth maybe thirteenth one this night. "Maybe you should ease up there" a voice behind you says, you were so peeved and so drunk that when you turned around to yell at whoever was behind you to shut their pie hole, you fell off your stool, landing next to a pair of shiny black work shoes, following the body up you looked into the red eyes of the king of hell. "What the fuck do you want Crowley?!" You yell trying to stand back up, using the stool to balance yourself. "Just to make sure little fox is okay, and to find squirrel and moose"

"To find sam and Dean, isn't it always that when you kidnap me"

"You're not making a lick of sense dear" he smiled, "time to get you out of here"

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A massive headache was the first thing your mind registered when you awoke, then you remembered meeting Crowley last night then nothing, opening your eyes you looked around the room to find yourself in the motel room you had rented, Sam and Dean bursting through the door making a ruckus, groaning you put the pillow over your head to block the noise.

"hangover?" Dean laughed making you groan louder.

***

"sorry (y/n) but you could easily get hurt on this hunt, stay here, go to a bar, get drunk just don't hunt while we are gone" sam smiled, packing his duffle

bag.

***

"hello darling" Crowley said appearing after the Winchesters drove away.

"Crowley what the hell do you want?" You watch as he parades around the motel, "hmm nothing fox" he grins "I just want to see how much you remembered from our last meeting"

"I was drunk Crowley and I can barely remember, care to enlighten me"

"took you back to your motel room, nothing happened... much"

"what do mean much?"

"you said things, I said things, you found out my real name is Fergus McCloud, care for a drink?" he said making a bottle of Daniel Craig appear.

"Daniel Craig? actually, I feel like a sweet drink how about red label port"

(a couple hours and bottles later)

"So you said your name was Fergus MacLeod" you giggled "Fergus, Fergus, Fergus" you repeated liking the way it rolled and how funny in your drunken state it sounded. "you know Crowley, I really don't understand why the boys hate you so... so much" you laughed sloshing your drink everywhere "I mean you're nice, funny and damn sexy at times-"

***

"how hammered did you get this time?" Sam asked when you woke up

"who says I was hammered?" you snapped back

"it's 9:00 (y/n)"

"it's not that unusual for me to sleep at 9-"

"-PM (y/n)" Sam smiled making you groan "so when did you get back?"

"around 8 this morning"

***

"let me guess, too dangerous and I have to stay behind?" you groaned

"the exact opposite, we've located Crowley now to end that son of a bitch, we just need you to distract him"

"Crowley? good because there's something I've been meaning to ask him!"

***

Dean and Sam had been knocked unconscious and you haven't even seen Crowley yet, his stupid henchmen

got the jump on you three. After killing the demons, you wondered the halls looking for someone, Crowley at least, "hello darling" he smiled.

"Crowley," you say plain of emotion "how come whenever I see you I can't remember what happened past the first five minutes?"

"is little fox having trouble remembering what she said?" he said taking your hands in his "well I shall tell you, after your fourth bottle of port you began to tell me a lot of things, like how nice I am, how sexy I can be, you drunkenly kissed me" by now you were flustered and turning a lovely shade of red "and I replied to it with, I'm not always nice, I'm not always kind, but as long as you are with me, I will try, try to be the best I can, I will keep you safe, and watch over you, because I love you, I love you my little fox"

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possibly the best one I've written and the cutest.