Ineffable (Crowley x female OC)

In which Crowley Miracles Jenna Grilled Cheese

"K, this is LITERALLY the best grilled cheese I've ever had!" Jenna took another bite, then closed her eyes and chewed slowly as she savoured the thick, rich Colby Jack, tangy mustard and soft, buttery potato bread.

"I was hoping you'd like it," replied Crowley, smiling at his dining companion across the long thin table. "I've tried making them m'self before, but they tend to burn pretty quickly before the flames inevitably engulf them."

Jenna swallowed and laughed warmly. "Well, you did a wonderful job miracling one up," she assured him, taking a dainty sip of tepid water. "I'm not much of a cook either--well, at all, really," she admitted, setting her glass down. "I mostly just buy those pre-made frozen meals, which my roommate hates, so she cooks for us a lot."

"You have a roommate?" said Crowley, taking a sip of water as well. "What's her name?"

"Melissa, we work at the museum together," explained Jenna, gently scewering a cherry tomato half from her salad and lifting it to her full pink lips. "We've been friends since high school, and she kind of got me the job, actually. Right after graduation, I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, so she suggested I apply for a Teaching Artist position at the children's museum where she worked. I mean, I love kids and art, so I jumped at the chance to work with both.

I was so happy when they hired me, I didn't think they would--and then Mel said I should just live with her, since her apartment's only three blocks from the museum in downtown San Diego."

"That's really cool," he said, grinning affectionately. "She sounds like a good friend."

"Oh, she's an amazing friend!" Jenna assured him. "She's so kind, funny, supportive, accepting--and she really encourages me to write, which is..... overall very helpful, but in the moment, usually quite annoying."

Crowley laughed heartily. "Yeah, I know what you mean," he chuckled. "Since '52, Angel's been hounding me nonstop to write some songs, just because I learned some riffs on one of those electric guitars."

Jenna raised her eyebrows as she swallowed another bite of salad. "You play guitar?"

Crowley shrugged and crinkled his face a bit, trying to look modest. "Not really, just picked up a few tricks here and there. It was all the rage back then, and I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about."

"That's really cool," she said emphatically, leaning forward a bit and resting her folded arms on the table. "I've always wanted to learn how to play the guitar, or at least some type of string instrument, but I'm just too lazy." She shrugged and smiled sadly at her plate.

Crowley choked a bit on his water as she spoke. Coughing, he frowned and argued, "Oh, come on! You are by far the least lazy person I know. I mean," he continued, setting down his glass and gesturing toward her with his hand, "would you call anyone else who graduated summa cum laude "lazy?"

Jenna rolled her eyes, but smiled and blushed furiously in spite of herself. "That's kind of you to say," she muttered, moving some salad around with her fork.

"It's true," Crowley corrected her with a grin. "You work harder than any human I've ever known."

Jenna opened her mouth to argue, but stopped when she noticed the absence of pain in her stomach. Shocked, she stared at the demon and said, "You're not lying, are you?"

Crowley shook his head, smiling playfully, his eyes twinkling with mischief as they gazed at her over his water glass as he took a long sip.

Jenna rolled her eyes and scoffed, looking away from him and crossing her arms but still smiling, her lush lips trembling slightly as she tried not to grin too much.