I've got you, Sweetheart

Part 5

There was nothing to eat. At least, there wasn't anything that would've been easier for you to just swallow. During the time in the hospital, they had you try something other than apple sauce, something that was more chewable. That's when they realized that chewing hurt your head as well. 

Dean knew he was going to have to make a trip to the store, but he was hesitant on leaving you alone. It wasn't because you'd be unsafe, it was more of a, what if you needed to get to the bathroom and you couldn't? type of concern. Not only were you struggling with your speech, you were also struggling with moving around on your own. 

It's not like he had anyone around to look after you while he was gone, even if it wasn't going to be for very long. Sam and Mary were already out on that case, and he was an ass to Cass. And Charlie? She was three states away doing her own thing. 

There were two more that he could think of to watch over you. And while he trusted them now, he didn't know if he could trust them with you during a time like this. Their names? Rowena and Crowley, the famous mother and son duo down in Hell. You met them before, and for some odd reason, the two found themselves caring for you.

Dean knew they wouldn't dream of harming you, instead, they'd both try to fix it. But Crowley wouldn't be able to such a thing, and every time his mother used a spell, it would completely backfire and end up killing the person she'd cast it on. Your boyfriend was conflicted on what to do, his leg bounced up and down as he stared at his phone sitting on the kitchen table right in front of him. 

Eventually, after some time had passed, Dean finally made his decision and he picked the device up. He scrolled through his contacts until he finally found which one he was looking for, and as it rang, he pressed it up to his ear and waited.

"What is it that you want?" The all too familiar British accent came over the phone after three rings. Dean gritted his teeth when he could hear that who he called was clearly annoyed at his timing. "I'm in the middle of a meeting."

"Crowley, I have a favor to ask." Dean said. "It's about Y/N-"

It wasn't even two seconds after he had mentioned your name, and the demon was already in the kitchen. The older Winchester nearly jumped out of his seat from the fright he had given him. Why did this always happen? If it wasn't Castiel popping in without warning, it was Crowley. No one could ever scare him more than those two, and they were people he considered friends.

Well.. at least, the angel was considered a friend. Crowley was more of a friendly acquaintance, who on more than one occasion, saved the Winchester's asses. 

"Why didn't you just say so in the first place?" Crowley questioned. "What happened to Mrs. Squirrel?"

Dean could see the curious look in the demon's eyes. He seemed to be more concerned about you than he ever was about him or his brother. Then again, you never tried to kill him, even after finding out what he was. Inhaling a deep breath, your boyfriend finally opened his mouth to explain what happened. "Her stepdad.. he was abusive and he.." Tears welled up into his eyes. Even just thinking about that night got to him, especially with how fresh it was. "He beat her so much over a week ago, kicked her in the head hard enough to give her brain damage."

"I see." Crowley nodded his head in understandment, before assuming something that Dean was afraid of. "You want me to drag my mother down here to cast a spell, fix her up?"

Shaking his head, Dean let out a scoff as he reached up a hand to wipe his tears away. "No, because I don't know if you noticed, spells Rowena casts on anyone tends to boil their brains." He said. The demon shrugged his shoulders, knowing he did have a point. "I just have to go to the store, but I'm afraid to leave her here alone. I was wondering if you could watch her... Just for a while."

The older Winchester struggled with asking the question, not because he didn't trust Crowley. But because he didn't know what he'd say. He was a demon, caring for human beings wasn't supposed to be in his nature. Of course, you were different. From day one after meeting him, you were the kindest. Despite the fact he tried to kill the Winchesters on more than one occasion, you were his friend. Everything evil thing he'd done was in the past, and now that you know how many times he's saved your boyfriend and his brother, you didn't want to waste your energy on being a constant bitch to him.

"I'll watch her." Crowley gave an answer that honestly wasn't expected. Dean raised a brow up in curiosity, wondering whether or not this demon was being serious, earning a shrug of his shoulders. "I thought you knew by now that I actually have a heart when it comes to this girl, squirrel." 

Dean's eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head from what he was hearing. "I didn't think demons even had hearts." He pointed out, letting his sarcasm shine through for a moment before standing to his feet. "But.. I guess, I'm at least glad that you're willing watch after her." He very easily could've said was a simple thank you, but even those two words would just feel weird coming off the tip of his tongue, considering how they were directed to the King of Hell himself. Sure, they've worked together a few times, but he never thought all those cases would actually lead down to them being friendly to one another. Luckily, Crowley knew what the man was trying to say. But he didn't say another word, allowing the older Winchester to point a thumb in the direction of where you currently were. "Y/N's currently in my bedroom waiting for some breakfast, if you'd like to go in and just.. well, you can't exactly have a conversation with her, but- ah, you know what I mean."

Waving his hand around, making a gesture that the demon understood he no longer had time to continue talking. You were more than likely starving at the moment and he still had yet to run to the store. He turned on his heels and headed in the direction of the garage, leaving Crowley standing alone in the kitchen as he did his best to remember where exactly Dean said you were. It only took a moment, until he finally did remember, and instead of just walking through the halls of the bunker to get to his room, he just teleported in. 

Staring at the door was all you had been doing as you waited for your boyfriend to get back to the room with something for you to eat. But when the demon had suddenly appeared in front of you, you nearly jumped out of your own skin from the fright he had given you. If you weren't having such a hard time speaking, the words that escaped past your lips would most definitely have been, what the actual hell, Crowley?! Instead- all you did was stare at him with a frown stretched across your lips.

"I probably should've have done that." Crowley said out loud. 

No shit, you wanted to tell him. 

You hugged your knees to your chest and watched as he made his way over to the chair that sat near Dean's bed. His nose crinkled up at the mess of shirts, pants and socks that laid on the top of it. "This boy," Crowley clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he looked around the rest of the room. "Even Hell is cleaner than this."