Supernatural Imagines 2

{67} Crowley

Requested By: Rain-Hides-My-Tears

Imagine: You are Crowley's wife and no one knows about you until now.

Titles can have such an impact on people's life. Titles can bring about a negative stigma or an honorary reputation. Either way, when someone gets a title, it tends to stick with them. And most people, if they like their title, will do whatever they can to make sure they live up to the expectations that come with their title.

The same goes for the King of Hell. Hell is a place made to torture the souls of people who didn't make the cut to go to Heaven. It's a place where demons have fun. A scary and absolutely horrible place. Gaining the title of the King of Hell gives you so much respect. You stop worrying about things that worthless demons worry about. But, not upholding the characteristics of a King of Hell will make you lose the title.

Crowley upheld those characteristics well. He made sure to torture the souls that were already in Hell, as well as make sure he had plenty of new souls coming into Hell. Most people, like the Winchesters, underestimated him, but you never did. You knew who Crowley truly was.

You met Crowley back when he was a human. You knew him as Fergus and the two of you were happy together. Crowley wanted to give you the world and satisfy you in every way. So, he sold his soul for three more inches to make sure you were fully satisfied. He never told you what that entailed though. Not until it was too late and he was dead.

A while after he died, he came to you again, explaining how he was a demon and wanted you to join him in the afterlife. You agreed and went to Hell with him. Not too long after, the two of you were working the crossroads together as a married couple. But, no one knew you were married. No one knew you were together. It was easier to keep it a secret for the safety of him and yourself.

Crowley built up his reputation as the King of the Crossroads and then continued until he was King of Hell. You were never able to bask in the glory of the title as Queen of Hell. But, Crowley made sure to treat you like his Queen every day. He always did.

Many people hated Crowley for how evil and manipulative he was, but the demons adored him for it. Still, you made sure to keep him in line sometimes. You only interfered when you had to, when you thought it was necessary, because you knew that when you were around, Crowley would drop his tough act and show the side that still had a hint of his humanity.

Today was a day that you felt you needed to interfere. Crowley had been pestering the Winchesters over and over. Normally, making humans mad wouldn't affect you, but it was the Winchesters, and you were more concerned for Crowley's safety.

So, when you found out that Crowley had snuck off to try and kidnap the Winchester's prophet of the Lord, Kevin Tran, you knew it was time to get involved before you had to watch Crowley die again. So, you followed his trail to the Winchesters.

They were inside a motel room, all four of them. The Winchesters had their weapons drawn, and Crowley had his hand around Kevin's neck, ready to snap it at any time if the Winchesters made a move. You rolled your eyes, thinking to yourself, 'Boys, always ready to show who's more powerful.'

You then busted open the door and everyone turned in shock to stare. "Crowley. Put him down," you told your husband, looking him dead in the eyes. "Darling, what are you doing here?" he asked, not moving.

"Making sure you don't get killed. I won't ask again. Put him down," you directed. The Winchesters looked between the two of you, confused as to what was going on. "Y/N, you don't understand, I need him," Crowley tried to explain. But, when he looked at the stern expression on your face, he let out a small sigh and conceded, letting go of Kevin.

"Whatever you say," Crowley told you, stealing one more glance at Kevin. You moved towards him and saw that he was bleeding from his cheek. You placed a hand under the wound and looked at him with soft eyes. It looked deep, it must have hurt bad.

"It's just a scratch love, I'll be fine," Crowley responded, making sure to comfort your worries. "Hell needs you, some demons broke the rules or something like that. Please go back and take care of it," you told Crowley. Crowley nodded his head and in a second, vanished into thin air.

You looked back at the Winchesters who still had their guns drawn at you. "There is no need for that. I'm not here to hurt you or your prophet," you told them. "Who are you?" Sam asked. "A demon," you replied, showing your eyes.

"How do you know Crowley?" Dean questioned. "We go way back," you said nonchalantly. "How were you able to get him to listen to you?" Dean rephrased. "Women can be very scary when they are upset, Dean. Especially when they are your wife," you explained.

"Your Crowley's wife?" Sam asked. "Yes, I have been for a couple of centuries now," you replied. "Really? Crowley has a wife?" Dean questioned. "Am I not saying it in English? Yes, I am Crowley's wife," you replied, a little bit more sassy than you meant it.

"Why are you here?" Sam asked. "Crowley has enough people who are out for his head right now. He doesn't need the two most infamous hunters trying to kill him. Not over a prophet. I was simply trying to diffuse the situation before things got out of hand," you told them.

"Well, thanks for trying to help, but nothing's changed. We're still going to kill him," Dean replied. "Maybe, but not today," you responded with a small smirk, before disappearing and going back to Hell.

You went to Crowley's chambers and found him alone. You went in and sat down on the bed, next to him. "I'm sorry I got involved, but you're scaring me a bit. The Winchesters are very powerful and you're underestimating them," you explained, stroking his leg with your hand.

Crowley gave you a soft smile and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. "Darling, don't worry. I have everything under control. There is no way you're going to lose me, not again," Crowley told you, making you softly smile. You placed your lips on his in a loving kiss and smiled at him.

"I love you, Crowley," you told him, holding him close. "I love you too, Y/N," he replied. You were still worried about your King, but you knew he could handle himself. You were just happy that the two of you were still together, still in love, because you couldn't imagine your life without him.

Always Keep Fighting!