"Crowley, you bastard!"

A mildly offended expression crossed Crowley's face. "That's a little harsh, don't you think?"

"No, I don't," Dean snapped.

"I have done nothing but help you."

"Yeah, and you helping has gotten me beat up and has put me at Death's mercy!"

"Oh, it all worked out in the end. No need to be so touchy."

Dean shook his head, pure rage showing on his face. "My brother is in the cage; that is not working out!"

"That was the plan, was it not?"

"Yeah, the plan that I was pressured into agreeing to."

"Look, Dean, I would love to help you, I really would, but I don't have the power to get Sam out without bringing out the devil too. And in case I haven't made myself clear, I'm not doing that."

Dean may had promised Sam that he would get on with his life after he was gone, but he couldn't. It was his job to protect Sammy, and now he was in the cage with Michael and Lucifer. So he had summoned Crowley. After all, he had played a major role in them putting the devil back in the cage. They had worked together, and Dean was a firm believer that the devil (or demon) you know is better than the one you don't.

"Then what does have the power?"

Crowley sighed. "I don't know. And I'm telling you the truth here. I like you, Dean, you're not bad, for a hunter."

"I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult."

Crowley shrugged. "Take it how you will. Are you going to let me out of this thing?" He looked pointedly down at the devil's trap.

Dean sighed and bent down to scrape some of the paint away. He wasn't sure why he was so readily trusting the demon, but whatever the reason, he did trust Crowley – to a point, at least. He knew that Crowley had no reason to lie to him about this, and if he really wanted to kill him, he had had plenty of opportunities to do so. Although, he no longer had any use for Crowley, so why he wasn't killing him was another matter – one that he really didn't have an answer for.

"Thank you," Crowley said, taking a step outside of the trap and turning to face Dean,

Dean looked up at him in slight surprise. He had expected Crowley to vanish in his normal manner, not stick around to chat.

"There has to be something I can do," Dean tried again, his desperation seeping into his voice. There was always something, they had always been able to save each other.

Crowley looked almost sympathetic as he shook his head. "There's nothing." Dean looked down, suddenly wanting to be alone. He looked up again in surprise, though, as Crowley placed a hand on his shoulder. He didn't flinch away, despite all of his instincts screaming at him to kill the demon who was touching him. "Sulking isn't a good look for you, dear. I think you need a distraction."

Dean didn't have it in him to argue. "What did you have in mind?"

His grip on the human tightened ever so slightly and then they were outside Crowley's favorite bar, an upscale place in St. Louis, Missouri. Dean looked around in surprise, his stomach spinning uncomfortably. "What the fuck, Crowley?" he demanded.

"I wasn't in the mood to argue about it. Besides, you'll enjoy this."

"Drinking with a demon? I draw the line at working with them."

"Then make an exception." Without another word, Crowley turned and walked into the bar, holding the door open for Dean, who reluctantly followed.

Crowley got them his normal VIP table and ordered them both drinks, deciding that Dean needed to try something different from his normal cheap liquor. He wasn't entirely sure why he was doing this. Maybe he just thought that it would be amusing to push Dean outside his comfort zone, but he knew that it was more than that. He'd deal with that later, though.

"Trust me, it's better than the shit you usually drink," Crowley said when Dean eyed his drink skeptically.

"There's nothing wrong with what I usually drink," Dean protested, but raised his glass to his lips, nonetheless. He took a sip and then a larger drink, trying to hide from the demon sitting across from him that he did actually quite like it. It was no use, though, and Crowley smirked as he picked up his own drink.

They drank in silence that was, oddly enough, not awkward. It almost felt natural for the demon and the hunter to be in the bar together. Dean knew that he was safe, that Crowley wasn't going to try anything, and he was perfectly comfortable getting lost in his thoughts about Sam. Crowley, meanwhile, was still trying to figure out why he was doing this for somebody who would rather he be dead than sitting across from him right now. Dean flagged over the waiter to get another drink, and Crowley went ahead and got another too.
He eyed the hunter as the waiter walked away and he started in on his drink.

"You're moping," he accused.

Dean set his drink back down on the table a little harder than was necessary. "What am I supposed to be doing, Crowley?"

"I brought you here to get your mind off of everything."

"And why is that? Why do you even care?"

Great question, Crowley thought to himself. "Because contrary to popular belief, I do care."

"Bullshit. You're a demon, you're not capable of caring."

For some reason, the remark angered him more than it should. "Fine," he snapped. "Because everyone who knows anything about you agrees that on Dean Winchester's good side is a good place to be."

He raised his eyebrows. "Seriously? You think taking me to a bar is going to get a slimy demon like you on my good side?"

"Dean, we've already worked together, I'm already where I need to be, I'm just ensuring I stay there."

Dean wanted to protest, but there was nothing he could say. He had already proven Crowley's point earlier that day when he had let him out of the devil's trap instead of killing him like he easily could have. He sighed. "I figured you'd want me off my game."

"Not if I ever need your help."

"Yeah? Well, you may be out of luck."

"And why is that?"

"I promised Sam that I'd get a normal life."

"And that's what you want?"

Dean looked Crowley in the eyes. "Yes."

"Then live your dream. I'll do what I can to keep other demons away from you." He had said it without thinking, and as soon as the words left his mouth, he wished he hadn't.

"Why the hell would you do that? I won't be helping you any. Once I give up hunting, I'm giving it up for good."

"I realize that. Consider it a thank-you gift for locking Lucifer up."

Dean eyed him suspiciously for a few moments before deciding to trust him. "Whatever," he muttered before downing the rest of his drink.

"Where will you go?" Crowley asked after a couple more drinks.

"There's this girl – Lisa… if she'll take me back."

Crowley grimaced. "Good luck with that."

Dean nodded his thanks. "Can't go to her tonight, obviously," he mused, staring down at his fourth empty glass. And it wasn't like they were drinking beer, it was some of the highest alcohol content offered here. "And I don't want to go back to Bobby's – it reminds me too much of Sam. I'll have to get a hotel room."

"There is a fourth option. You could always stay with me."

Dean looked up in surprise. "Why do I feel like this is the option that gets me killed by a hoard of demons?"

"Because you aren't very trusting. It'll be just you and me – no other demons. Lucifer burnt down my house, so I'm thinking of finding an apartment tonight to stay in until I find a new one."

Dean sighed. "Okay, fine, why not? What's the worst that can happen?"

Crowley pushed Dean down onto the bed roughly, glaring down at him. "Do not speak to me like that in my own house," he growled.

"House?" Dean scoffed, honestly not caring what happened to him. "This is an apartment, and one that you hardly own, at that. When you really think about it, you have nothing." He pushed himself up on his forearms and smirked up at the demon.

"Yes, because that's what I get for helping you!"

"Oh, don't try to pin this on me-"

"How about you try to show a bit of gratitude? You wouldn't have made it anywhere near as far as you did if it wasn't for me."

"Or maybe we would have."

Anger seemed to peak on Crowley's features before he became deadly calm. He took off his coat, suit jacket, and tie, laying them neatly over a chair and kicked his shoes and socks off. Dean was coming to his senses and was growing nervous, but before he could move, Crowley waved his hand and he was pinned to the bed by an invisible force. The demon turned back to his prey and walked slowly over to the edge of the bed, raising his hand once he reached it and snapping his fingers. Immediately, Dean's clothes disappeared, tearing an indignant squeak from him.

"What the hell?" he demanded furiously.

Crowley just smirked as his eyes ran obviously over Dean's body. "I have to say, Dean, I thought your attitude was your way of compensating, but it appears I was wrong." He met his eyes. "You are gorgeous."

"What are you doing?" Dean snarled through clenched teeth.

"Teaching you a lesson. You will learn to respect me."

"Torture?" he guessed. Though why he had to be naked for torture he didn't know. Maybe it just made things more amusing.

Crowley's smirk grew. "Not exactly." With that, he made no further delay before climbing onto the bed and straddling Dean.

Dean's eyes grew comically wide as realization sunk in. "No. No way. Get off of me, Crowley, this isn't funny!"

"I'm not trying to be funny," he purred as he leaned down and pressed his lips to his neck.

Dean felt his cock twitch in spite of himself and he tried to find a reasonable explanation as to why Crowley was having this effect on him. "Look, you-you've made your point. You may or may not know this, but I'm straight!"

"Is that so?" He ground down against Dean's semi-hard cock, eliciting a delicious gasp from the human trapped below him. "Your body seems to think differently."

Dean whimpered as Crowley bit down on his neck, but he couldn't deny that the demon was right. He didn't know why, but his body was responding to Crowley quite enthusiastically. He was at war with himself. Crowley's lips felt so good against him; he could feel the demon's erection through his pants and he just wanted his clothes to come off. But he was a demon, and a demon in a male body. This was wrong on so many levels.

"Fuck!" Dean gasped loudly as Crowley suddenly reached down between them and wrapped a hand around his cock. His hips arched off the bed as Crowley stoked him and he realized that Crowley wad no longer pinning him to the bed with the demonic force that he possessed. He wasn't sure how long it had been so, but he could now move freely.
Fuck it, he decided in that moment. He had enough alcohol in his system that he could blame it on that if he felt too bad about it later. His hands shot up and he began hastily undoing the buttons of Crowley's shirt. The demon froze in surprise for a moment before he pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting Dean's uncertainly. Dean held his gaze as he finished with the buttons of his shirt, then his hand moved up to wrap around the back of his head, tangling in his hair as he pulled him down into a kiss.

Who would have thought that a demon would be such an amazing kisser, but Crowley certainly was. Dean moaned into the kiss as he pushed Crowley's shirt off and then moved his hands down to his pants, a bit surprised when that caused him to groan. Had he seriously just cause one of the most powerful demons in the world to groan? That was hot.
He pushed down Crowley's pants and boxers and immediately took hold of his cock, pumping his hand over it teasingly slowly. Crowley growled as he broke the kiss. He grabbed hold of both of Dean's wrists, pinning his arms down to the bed as he ground his cock down against his. They both groaned loudly at the friction and Crowley lowered his lips back down to Dean's neck, biting and kissing at his neck and jaw.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Dean?" he breathed in his ear.

Dean shuddered and nodded. There was still a part of him that couldn't believe he was doing this, but all that really mattered to him right now was how much he wanted Crowley inside him.

He let go of Dean's wrist with one hand, bringing it down to tease suddenly lube-covered fingers over his hole. He slowly slid one finger inside and Dean's free hand shot up, gripping Crowley's shoulder in a death grip. After a minute of slowly moving his finger inside him and listening to his beautiful moans, he added another.

"I know you can be louder than that, Dean," he purred.

Dean let out a shout as his fingers suddenly slammed into his prostate.

"Good boy." He repeated the action a couple more times.

"Crowley! Fuck me!"

Crowley groaned, speeding up his actions, hitting hard and causing Dean to squirm beneath him. "Are you going to respect me?" he hissed.

"Yes!" He would say anything at this point, and the problem was, Crowley knew that.

"What do you have to say about everything I did to help you?" He continued thrusting, harder still.

"Thank you! Just please, Crowley."

Crowley shuddered at hearing him beg. He wanted to push it farther, to drive his point home completely, but he wanted Dean just as badly as he wanted him. He withdrew his fingers, causing Dean to moan at the loss, and coated his cock with the lube that he was materializing. He released Dean's other wrist as well, using both his hands to grip his hips as he thrust into him with a loud groan.

Dean shouted in a combination of pleasure and pain as Crowley filled him. Crowley gave him a moment to adjust, marveling at his tightness, but he couldn't stay still very long. Dean felt so amazing surrounding him and he needed friction. He began moving within him at a fast pace, drawing grunts and groans from them both.

Crowley's hands slid up over Dean's chest, one hand moving up to grip his hair tightly while the other pinched his nipple. Dean gripped Crowley's hips tight enough to leave bruises, had he been human.

"Fuck, Crowley!" Dean shouted as Crowley slammed into his prostate particularly hard. "Just like that!"

Crowley pushed himself up and grabbed hold of Dean's legs, wrapping them around himself to get a better angle, shuddering and moaning loudly at the change. Dean attempted to grab hold of his own neglected cock before Crowley slapped his hand away with a growl. The human whimpered, but Crowley gripped his cock firmly and began pumping his fist in time with his thrusts.

They were both steadily growing louder. "Oh god!" Dean shouted. "I'm-"

"Don't you dare," Crowley growled, gripping hold of the base of his cock.

"Crowley-!"

"Show that you respect me, Dean."

Dean whimpered slightly, his grip on Crowley tightening as he attempted to pull him closer. Crowley continued to thrust into him roughly before he came with a groan, releasing his hold on Dean and allowing him to come as well. Cum flowed over his hand and Dean's stomach as the human moaned at finally being able to release.

Crowley sighed and pulled out of him, rolling off to the side and collapsing on his back. "Well, that wasn't how I had expected that to go."

Not knowing what to say, still trying to wrap his head around what had just happened, Dean hesitated before rolling onto his side and draping an arm over Crowley's waist. He leaned in, pressing his lips to his jaw.

Crowley froze momentarily before wrapping an arm around Dean. "I thought you were straight?" he asked with a smirk.

Dean groaned and buried his face in the demon's shoulder. "I am."

"Then you must have a different definition from the rest of the world." His hand slid down and squeezed his ass teasingly.

"This is a one-time deal, it's not like it means anything."

"Right…" he muttered skeptically. He, at least, didn't want this to be a one-time deal. He had enjoyed himself far more than he had anticipated.

They were both silent for a few moments before Dean spoke again softly. "Thank you."

"What for?"

"Letting me stay here, giving me a distraction."

He chuckled softly. "Go to sleep, Dean. If you're thanking me, you're obviously sleep deprived."

"I don't want to," he muttered.

"And why not?"

For whatever reason, and maybe it was sleep deprivation, Dean felt like being honest. "I'll have nightmares about today, I know it."

Crowley hesitated for barely a second before he placed a finger on Dean's forehead. "There, now you'll have a night of dreamless sleep."

Dean looked up at him in surprise and suspicion. "At what cost?"

"Let's just say you've already paid it. Now go to sleep."

Dean smiled slightly, pressing a kiss to Crowley's shoulder before he buried his face against him once again and fell asleep.