Summary: Loving a demon was something that Isla thought would never happen to her, but she fell for Crowley at the age of eighteen. Their love was dangerous, passionate and secret, yet somehow, that made it so much better, so much more thrilling. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Isla Shaw.

A/N: I don't know what's up with me recently, but I can't stop writing Crowley/OCs. Anyway, I had the inspiration for this when listening to some love songs and the plot began to unfold. Please let me know what you think! I hope you enjoy!


Isla's Demon

-One-

Isla ran a hand through her auburn hair, the barely shoulder-length, wavy locks looking good enough for him to see. Dark blue eyes scanned over her beautifully shaped body, taking in the way the dark pink winter dress swished around her stunningly shaped, silky-smooth legs. He was coming to visit her again today. She had to look good for him. It didn't matter to her that there were many millennia between them, it didn't matter that his vessel was a lot older than her. None of that mattered. Only he mattered. He didn't know how she felt…well…she hoped he didn't. Her petite features were decorated with the slightest hint of make-up, a little mascara brushed over her eyelashes, lips cloaked in a clear gloss that tasted of strawberries. She wanted to look a little casual when he arrived, so she settled on her double bed, a bed comfortable enough, in her view, for him to make love to her on, like she'd always dreamed of him doing. Yes, she dreamed of him a lot, often waking up panting and sweating from those dreams too. She hoped he didn't know about those either.

She looked out of her window as she reached for her book, taking in the snow outside that was drifting slowly through the air to blanket the ground and buildings in a white coat, casting beauty over the small town she lived in. She sighed and opened her book to the last page she read, awaiting his arrival. After ten minutes, the air in the room changed, and Isla looked up to see him standing there, her handsome demon in his black coat, shirt, tie and dress pants, black shoes shining while his black leather gloves creaked a little when he clenched his fist and unclenched it.

"Hello, darling."

A beautiful smile graced Isla's face and she looked at him with a tender expression.

"Hey, Crowley."

Crowley moved towards the bed and sat upon it, smiling at the young girl he'd grown to love over the past year. He did love her in every way, especially romantically and he knew that she was so young, still so pure that he dare not lay a finger on her.

"How've you been since we last met?" He asked, Isla putting her book down and sitting against her beautifully shaped pillow mountain before biting her lip and smiling.

"I've missed you." She whispered, "A lot."

"I've missed you too." Crowley replied, moving a little closer.

"Jodie Myers thought it was okay to humiliate me in music class…my favourite class of them all and she has to wreck it for me…" Isla said softly, tears forming in her eyes, "And I worked so hard on that solo…"

Crowley gasped and looked at the girl in shock.

"She…she didn't wreck your violin solo…" He breathed, "Please tell me she didn't…"

"She did," Isla replied, a tear falling down her pretty little face, full lips trembling as she cried, "As I was about to play she turned around and made fun of the fact that I'm still a virgin…and it set everyone in the class of laughing, and I got upset and left the room…"

"Isla…you should be proud to still be a virgin, darling…" Crowley told her, gently resting his hand on hers, "It shows how much you respect yourself…and how willing you are to wait for the right person to come along for you…"

Isla looked up at her demon and sighed shakily, her big blue eyes so full of pain it hurt him to look.

"Come on, Isla." He whispered, pulling her close and letting her rest her head on his shoulder, "Please don't cry, sweetheart."

He stroked her hair tenderly and she looked up at him, searching for any signs that it was okay for what she was about to do.

"Isla…what are you doing?" Crowley asked, Isla pulling back a little and taking his hand.

"I…" She let his hand go and looked away from him, wiping her eyes to see the mascara coming off with it, "Oh God…"

Crowley cupped her cheek and wiped her tears away, taking the mascara with them. The two of them gazed at each other for the longest time, Crowley not taking his hand away from her soft, pale face.

"Kiss me…" Isla whispered, shocking the demon a little, "Please, Crowley…"

"Isla, you're upset…" He said, lowering his hand, "You're upset and confused…you don't want this…you don't want me…"

"I want us, Crowley…" Isla breathed, "I have for so long now. Every time you leave me my heart breaks. It makes my day to know you're coming to see me, but when we're apart, I can barely breathe…"

Crowley looked at her with a furrowed brow as she continued, staring at her like she'd grown another head.

"I can't sleep…I can't focus…because I need you," Isla whispered, taking Crowley's face in such gentle hands the demon's breath caught, "I want you so much…"

Crowley thought for a moment about this situation. He loved Isla more than anything, treasured her so much that he felt the same when he left her. He couldn't bear to be away from her. He felt sick with himself because she was so young, and they'd met completely by accident. She was being attacked in a back alley and he happened to be walking by. She'd caught a glimpse of his black eyes so there was no point in hiding what he was. Even after she knew, she'd still treated him like he was another a person, like he wasn't a demon. She was fun, caring, sweet, gentle, smart, loving, honest, reliable and hard working, and he loved the damn bones of her.

He looked to her lips and back to her eyes, Isla nodding gently before parting her lips slightly. Crowley leaned forward slowly and pressed his lips to the eighteen year old's, hearing her sigh into the kiss and feeling her arms wind around his broad shoulders. Their lips moved slowly and gently, Crowley breaking the kiss to see Isla's eyes full of adoration.

"Will you be with me?" She asked, unable to believe herself that she was asking this of a demon of all things.

"Yes, my darling."

Another long, deep kiss was shared to seal the deal, Isla feeling more love for Crowley than she ever had in her life.

-TBC-


I think I'm going to love writing this one! Hope you enjoyed!

Thanks for reading so far! xxxxxxxxxx