Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Crowley Imagine

You Meet His Mother~

Everything was boring. Normal day where you wake up to Crowley before he disappears somewhere and you're left at home. Today, though you decide to surprise him, dressing in your finest clothes- a short dress with high heels and fine lingerie below.

You toss on an overcoat and head to one of the demons that takes you to Hell's Palace.

When you weave yourself through the halls and find yourself in the main courtroom, as you call it, you pause at the sight of the empty chair.

"Can I help you?" A female Scottish accent calls from behind. You jump and turn to see an older woman with orange hair and sly eyes- but overall very pretty. You figure she's a demon and you wonder how you've never seen her before. Why was Crowley keeping her quiet?

Accusations flew through your mind but you forced a smile.

"I'm (Y/N). We haven't met." You stuck a hand out but she simply glared at it. Blinking, you pull your hand away.

"I'm Rowena. Are you looking for Crowley?" She hums in her wonderful accent. Rowena walks around you like she owned the place, chin high and not giving you a second look. Your eyebrows shoot up. Usually, though not to brag, demons act like your the queen.

"I am, actually. Any ideas on where he may be?"

She turns and plops herself in his chair, legs falling across the armrest. A jealous pit forms and your eyes narrow dangerously. That was Crowley's chair. Only you and him were allowed to sit it in. Nobody else.

"No, sorry hun. I've been lookin for him as well. If you see him, tell him I'm here." Her lips curl up and she winks once before turning her head away. Your jaw falls open and your jealousy soon turns to open flames.

"Why do you need Crowley anyway?" Your voice holds too much emotion and you know she's detected it by the way her eyes glower with fascination.

"Well, you didn't know?!" She cries, sitting up from her position. You shift uncomfortable and ready to kick this bitch out.

"Aren't you a demon?" You spit at her. She rolls her eyes and let's out a small chuckle. "Nope. Witch."

Dammit. You sigh and readjust your overcoat. Where was Crowley?

"(Y/N)?" His voice bounced off the dark concrete walls and you turned to the exit with a small smile. At least he can calm some of your impatient and horrid nerves. Who was this lady?!

"Oh Crowley! I was just looking for you!" Rowena exclaimed, hand over heart as she stood elegantly. I frowned at her and watched as Crowley moved towards her, shocked.

She placed her hands on his cheeks with a stupid smirk and my fists curled in balls.

"Crowley, a word?" Your voice is stiff and you don't wait for an answer before trotting from the room. He follows you wordlessly and you turn on him with spirit.

"Who the hell is that?!" You say. His hands fly up.

"I can explain. What did she tell you?"

"Nothing. Just that she was looking for you. And then she sat in your chair." Your voice is calm but racing. Crowley nibbles on his lip before grabbing your shoulders and easing you with soft circles.

"Well, she shouldn't anger you that much." He cooes. You roll your eyes. "How was I supposed to know some pretty woman was going to be on your throne when I came? Do you think I expected this?"

His lips perked up. "Why are you down here anyways?"

You shrug. "I planned on a couple things. Maybe a blowjob under your office desk or a quickie across YOUR THRONE!"

You glare at him and he only chuckles, taking his hands off you. "What's so funny, Crowley?" You say slowly.

"Rowena is my mother, dear."

"What?"

He nods and your mind plays tricks with you. You debate whether he's lying but you do remember him telling you how his mother was a witch. You sigh of relief and pull away with him, flushing at your mistake.

"Oh. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to yell."

Crowley hugs you to his chest. "It's okay, I find your hot temper a turn-on," He pulls you away to look you in the eyes. "What were you saying about a blowjob...?"