Prompt: Sam and Dean left you in charge of watching Crowley while they go on a hunt, Crowley is going thought human blood withdrawal.
Trigger warning: mentions of vomit
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Dean said
For the third time in the 20 minutes that you’d been in the bunker Sam let out a deep sigh.
“Dean, we have to go check out this case, Agent Walters called for help-” Sam started
“You mean Augusta, your girlfriend called you,” Dean interrupted
“Yes Dean, but she needs our help, (Y/n) can watch him, right?” Sam asked, both him and Dean turned to look at you.
You pulled your jacket closed around your torso and hugged yourself, you weren’t exactly sure if you could or not.
“I don’t know, I can try,” you answered
Dean scowled and Sam gave a nervous chuckle. Maybe they shouldn’t have kept someone prisoner if they weren’t going to watch him, it was like telling a relative that you’ll babysit and then just letting the kid loose.
It wasn’t a good idea.
“Just, don’t go in there unless you really think something’s wrong, don’t let him trick you,” Sam said
You nodded and Dean grabbed your shoulder, “If anything happens, anything at all you call us and one of us will get back here as soon as possible. You know that he’ll do anything to get free,” he explained.
“I know,” you responded
Dean patted your shoulder and grabbed his duffel bag from the couch. The boys headed up the stairs of the bunker and wished you luck as they left. It couldn’t be that hard, you could just sit in Sam or Deans room and listen for any problems.
You honestly couldn’t believe that Sam had called you to babysit Crowley. Sam had claimed that the human blood was wearing off and working its way out of the demon’s system. Sam decided that since it was making Crowley feisty it would be better to not leave him locked up in the bunker alone.
You decided against going into one of the boys’ rooms in case they found out and got mad. Sitting down at a table in the bunker library you started to read a book, something about changelings and how they kill.
You weren’t really a hunter per say; you knew how to fight off certain things and you knew what to look for, but you were merely a friend of the Winchester boys and if they needed your help then you were there.
Thinking you heard a sound you set your book on the table and listened, silence.
You shrugged and went back to reading, but again the sound radiated quietly in your ears and you looked around for a source. You were alone, and it didn’t sound like Crowley.
But the third time you heard it you had to stand up and search. You headed toward where Crowley was, the closer you got to the movable shelf the louder the sound got. It was coughing.
You peeked through a crack at him, chained to the chair and in a devil’s trap. Crowley was coughing really bad and you weren’t sure what to do. You didn’t want to acknowledge him since Sam had said not to go in unless it was bad.
His face had dried blood on it and you could see a few dark stains on his suit, probably also from blood.
It couldn’t hurt to check on him could it?
You pulled at the shelf and opened it, you didn’t walk in but stood in the little entryway; Crowley looked at you, his eyes were bloodshot.
“Are you okay?” you asked in a small voice
Crowley’s coughing continued for a second before he was able to wind down, “Do I sound okay?” he responded angrily.
You wrapped your arms around yourself in a protective manner, you had just asked a question. Crowley noticed your uncomfortable look
“Why don’t you ask the over sized lumberjack if I’m okay?” Crowley asked.
You looked down slightly, not thinking about what kind of clue that was to Crowley, he lifted a brow at you tauntingly
“Oh, they’re not here,” he said.
You avoided his eyes and stayed quiet, you knew that you’d messed up when you let him have control of the situation.
“And they put you in charge of me? What are you 12?” Crowley laughed
You felt your face get warm and your turned to leave, there was no point in being there if he was going to insult you. His coughing fit started up again, you would have thought it was fake but you knew that it was because he laughed.
When he laughed it triggered more coughing, you looked back at him and watched as blood flew out of his mouth. In a worried panic you walked over to him, not even hesitating to cross the paint line, and cupped his face while trying to wipe the blood up.
Crowley tried to pull his head away but you held it in place, once his coughing relaxed he chuckled very subtly, “One thing I definitely don’t miss from being human is being sick,”
You didn’t react, only continued to wipe his face. You were very aware of his eyes as they were on you, his eyes looked at every section of your face as you cleaned him.
“You have a very delicate touch,” Crowley commented
You pulled your hands away from him and looked at his outfit.
“You know, it would be nice if I could change out of these filthy clothes,” Crowley smiled at you, “Why don’t you be a doll and let me out?”
You laughed, literally in his face.
“I’m not that naive, I’m not letting you out,” you said
Crowley growled in frustration. He pulled against his restraints as if he was trying to lunge at you
You stumbled back slightly in fear. Crowley was acting psychotic, you assumed that it was just the transition from part human back into full demon.
You pressed the back of your hand to Crowley’s forehead, no wonder he was acting that way, he was burning up. He must have been delusional from sickness
“Crowley, you’re sick and-”
“No! I hadn’t realized,” Crowley spoke sarcastically.
“And I want to help you, I-”
“Don’t put your pity on me,”
“If you interrupt me one more time mister, I will leave this room!” you snapped.
You blushed soon after, realizing that you had used the ‘mom’ voice on him. Then you understood why Sam had called you, you were the only person that could handle Crowley.
Crowley looked insulted but stopped talking
“We have to get you out of these clothes and somewhere you can rest, you’re part human right now and sitting here chained up while your running a fever isn’t good for you,” you said.
You took a deep breath, trying to figure out the best line of action; you reached for the chains that bound him to the chair and began to undo them. Crowley stared at you confused but he didn’t move.
Once you finished unchaining him you stepped back, “Stand up,” you told him
Crowley used the arms of the chair and pushed himself up, but when he put his weight on his legs he fell forward and clutched onto you. You grabbed a hold of him and held him up.
After a second, Crowley pushed off of you and tried to stand but fell backwards, reaching forward quickly you grabbed his tie and pulled him back to you.
It seemed to you that since he was sick he was weak and couldn’t keep his balance; throwing one of his arms over your shoulder you headed to the edge of the devil’s trap.
You stopped directly beside the paint line and took in a deep breath, if Sam and Dean found out about this, they would be so mad. You glanced over at Crowley, it was a good thing you were strong enough to lift him because he wasn’t giving you any support.
“Crowley, listen, can you just…promise me? Promise me that you won’t leave or run?” you asked
You heard a low grumble from Crowley, a suppressed chuckle, “promise,” he responded.
You sighed and shifted your grip on him
“Do you even know what a promise is?” you asked
Crowley glanced down at you, “Of course I do-”
“Then I need you to actually promise me this. I…I want to help you Crowley I really do, but I just don’t trust you, please,” you tried to stop your voice from sounding like begging.
Crowley was silent as he thought, eventually he rolled his eyes a little playfully, “Ok,” he locked eyes with you, “I promise,”
You let out a heavy sigh.
“And if I break that promise, I’ll owe you more than an apology,” Crowley said
You felt a little bit more relieved but you were still 99% sure that he was going to teleport away as soon as you opened the circle. But in the case of Crowley keeping his promise, at least you could help him.
Using the toe of your boot you scraped the paint off of the floor to open the trap. You waited a second for a wave of his hand or a snap of his fingers but nothing happened.
You helped Crowley down the hallway, there had to be an extra room that he could rest in, you settled on the room that Castiel would stay in when he was at the bunker. You sat Crowley down on the bed and made him lie down.
He must have thought he was falling because he gripped your shirt and pulled you on top of him. Your knee was between his legs and on his stomach, you had one elbow beside his head and your other hand on the bed above his head.
“Sorry!” you quickly said
You stood up straight and ran a hand through your hair nervously. You began listing off things that you needed, out loud but not on purpose, “I need a bowl of water, a rag, clean clothes for Crowley, something for him to eat,”
Crowley waved his hand and the items from your list appeared on the dresser. You gave him a warning glance
“My powers aren’t only used for teleportation you know?” he asked.
You ignored his question and walked over to the bowl of water, you got the rag wet and twisted it to drain some of the water from it. The clothes on the dresser were black silk pjs, it was better if you cleaned his face cuts and bruises first.
You silently climbed onto the bed beside Crowley who was now sitting on the bed and leaning against the headboard. You gently cleaned Crowley’s face with the rag, not speaking mainly because you didn’t know what to say.
At one point Crowley reached up and snatched your wrist in his hand, you froze
“P-problem?” you asked
Crowley stared at you for a second before he shook his head slightly. He let your wrist go and you got off of the bed.
“You’ll need to change out of those clothes, I can fix them for you while you get some sleep,” you said
“I don’t need sleep,” Crowley interjected
“You’re technically part human for the moment so yes, you do need sleep,” you told him.
He gave you a slightly pouty look before he waved his hand again, this time his clothes changed. The ripped ones were in your arms and he was wearing the silk pjs.
“Now for food, I’m gonna go to the kitchen and make you some soup and while that’s cooking I’ll fix your clothes. I want you to get some rest while I do that,” you explained
“I’m not tired,” he whined
“Wow, I wonder what Hell would think if they saw that their king was a whiny baby when he’s sick? I know I find it funny, it plays a large part in ruining your reputation,” you spoke
“What’s the point in having a reputation if you can’t ruin it from time to time,” Crowley asked.
“How egotistical of you, you’re going to get some sleep,” you ordered
He huffed and rolled over on the bed, you let out a little chuckle, it was actually kind of cute to watch him act like a little kid.
You walked out and shut the door only to hear the bed creak a second later, you leaned close to the door, “Crowley, please don’t teleport away, if I lose you Sam and Dean will hate me,” you waited a second for a response.
“Please,” you begged
“Oh alright,” you heard Crowley’s groggy voice from the room.
You went down the hall to the kitchen and set yourself to work. Stitching up Crowley’s ripped suit and making him soup.
You’d taken care of Crowley for two days and he was starting to look more like himself, the worst part of his human blood withdrawal hit the first night. You had ran to Crowley’s room for the eighth time because you’d heard him yelling for you.
Crowley had mentioned feeling sick, and he was. He threw up on you which made you throw up as well. But you worked up the courage to fix it and the both of you didn’t speak of the vomit.
Now you were sitting in the room with the King as he ate, he surprisingly hadn’t been too difficult. You’d even managed to get him to shower! You were surprised that you’d managed to get along with Crowley whenever he was awake enough to have a conversation.
You were laughing at something he’d said when your phone rang, it was Sam! You shushed Crowley and answered it
“Hey Sam,” you did your best to sound casual.
“Hey, we just got back in town we’re on our way back to the bunker-” Sam said
Panic set in.
“Oh, that’s…that’s great Sam. Uh, do you guys think you could stop and get something to eat before you get back?” you asked
You got up quickly and started trying to clean up the room, you used your shoulder and held the phone up to your ear. Crowley started chuckling but you made a motion with your hand over your neck to try and make him stop.
“Sounds like a plan, got anything in mind?” Dean asked
You were on speaker.
“No, just anything really,” you responded
You grabbed Crowley’s wrists and pulled him from the bed. You had maybe 20 minutes to get him chained back up and get everything cleaned.
Crowley followed you to the kitchen and you threw his suit at him, you mouthed the words ‘put that on’ and listened as Dean talked about different things he felt like eating. Sam and Dean talked about possible places and you merely tried to stay quiet.
Crowley snapped his fingers and his suit was on, the silk pjs disappeared.
“What was that?” Sam asked
You stuttered through your words, “That was me,” you snapped your fingers a few times, “I’m just trying to remember something you know, jog my memory. Look I was in the middle of something when you called, I gotta go,”
Crowley smirked at you.
“Is everything oka-”
“Everything’s fine, just stop and get something to eat,” you said
“See you soon, bye!” you hung up the phone.
You hit Crowley on the arm as he started to laugh
“Come on I have to chain you back up,” you spoke
“Kinky,” Crowley commented
“This is serious!” you argued.
You pulled Crowley back to the room and pushed him down in the chair
“Well (Y/n) look at you, using force against me you’re so ready to chain me up, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in such a blind panic,” Crowley teased.
You stopped what you were doing and looked at him, blushing; the chains dangling from your hands.
“I’m sorry, it’s just, if Sam and Dean see that I let you out, who knows what they’ll do,” you expressed
Crowley shrugged, “Chain me up then,” he said.
You began to wrap the chains around one of his wrists, with the other one he grabbed your shirt and pulled your down into his lap. In shock, your body went slightly limp and Crowley pulled you exactly where he wanted.
Your lips crashed against his and instead of fighting away from him you melted into the kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut while Crowley’s free hand found its way to the back of your neck and held you in place.
When Crowley let you go you pulled away and your face burned such a deep shade that someone would have thought you’d painted your face red. Without a word you went back to chaining Crowley to the chair while he stared at you with a shit-eating grin.
Crowley had loved every second of that, he knew how to make you feel flustered, how to crack you. When you finished with the chains, you grabbed some paint and painted over the hole in the trap.
You put the paint back and went to leave, grabbing the shelf to push it back in place but Crowley stopped you
“I had a fun time with you (Y/n), let’s do it again sometime shall we love?”
You stuttered out a quiet response but it was one that he heard and surely would not forget. You pushed the shelf back in place and ran to clean up the bunker.
Crowley sat in the dimly lit room and thought. For the first time since he’d put it back on he looked at his suit, everything was stitched up, but a little bit of bright gold string stuck out to him.
On the breast pocket of his suit jacket there was a little word sewn in…‘Crowley’ is what it said.
The King of Hell thought about you, nothing but a human who wanted to help. You weren’t so bad. Perhaps you were someone that he could keep around, someone that might be worth letting live.
Ooh…that was long! That was fun to write, I didn’t mean to make it that long but by the time I finished writing it I noticed that it was 9 pages long on google docs. - AJ