A/N: I do not own Supernatural or Crowley. This story contains blood, implied fighting and violence. The OC has no name or gender.

Requested By: Anon
Could you do one where the reader helps Crowley recover from bis injures?
Yes I can, I hope this meets your needs. I was intending it to be smut, but it turned out really sweet and very fluffy. Hope you enjoy :) my first request, so exciting.

There was a loud thump and what sounded like books falling to the ground. You quickly ran downstairs to find the source of the noise only to see Crowley laying on the floor unconscious. His shirt was torn and soaked in blood. Blood ran down his face, his eye and jaw bruised. Either he was in one hell of a fight or someone had tortured him.

"Crowley?" He didn't move. You noticed the blood soaked in his shirt. You shook him gently, "Crowley!" This time he heard you. He moved to sit himself up, but immediately regretted and winced in pain.

"What happened to you?" You questioned.

"A brawl," He held a hand to his shoulder, his face again scrunched with pain.

"You should see the other guy." He smirked and chuckled lightly.

"Can you walk?" You were not impressed by Crowley's attempt to lighten the mood, you were too concerned.

"I think so." He groaned, you helped Crowley to his feet and slowly lead him down the hall. You opened the door and moved toward the edge of the bed to sit.

"Stay there." You pointed to him and exited the room to retrieve a clothe and some bandages. When you returned to him you pulled a chair to face him and moved to the bathroom, clothe in hand. Placing the clothe in a bowl and placing that under the faucet to fill. You returned to Crowley, setting the bowl in your lap as you sat in the chair you placed in front of him.

"Who did this you?" Your brow forced together in discomfort. You unbuttoned Crowley's shirt and removed it from his shoulders. His whole body was littered with bruises, most of the bruising was centered around his left side and stomach. Cuts ran across his body, the worst of them was a stab wound in his right shoulder, the one he had been holding onto earlier.

"A few demons looking to get a prize for my head, but I put them in their place." His hissed as I placed the warm clothe to his side where the cut had bleed down to his waist line.

"How many is a few?" You kept your attention to his wounds, rinsing the rag them placing it back on his body.

"About 8...or 10."

"10!" You exhausted air as disgust filled your face, "Crowley, 10 demons attacked you?"

"I'm not sure, but I think that's right." Crowley was no longer smiling. He seemed almost saddened by the fact that his own kind wanted him dead.

"Well, I'm glad you're stronger than them." You smiled slightly, hoping it'd bring a smile to his face. He did smile, which turned into hissing when you placed the clothe on the stab wound.

"Bloody hell." He grit his teeth.

"Sorry." You softened your touch and he relaxed. Crowley was weak from his fight. The bruises from his torso extended to bruises on his thighs and calves where he must have been kicked during the fight. Not only was his eye bruised but there was a cut in his hairline and bruising around his neck, as if someone gripped him there to strangle him.

You had finished bandaging him up, you watched him rest as you rinsed the bowl of the blood stained water. He looked so peaceful. His eyes were shut, his breathing slow and deep, his whole body relaxed. You leaned into the doorframe of the bathroom, staring at him. A smile ran across your lips and you were happy he was here, happy he chose you. You moved yourself over to the bed. The bed dipped as you sat down next to him. You placed your hand on the side of his face, stroking it gently. The scruff of his chin soft to the touch. He opened his eyes, they seemed to light up as he looked at you. He smiled and you laughed lightly, returning his smile.

"Hello, love." He whispered, closing his eyes again.

"Hey." You continued to stroke his face.

"Are you feeling any better?" You asked in a hushed tone.

"Yes, you must have magic fingers." He chuckled slightly. He knew he was being cheesy. You let your hand slide from the side of his face and rest on his chest. Crowley opened his eyes to look at you.

"You are so beautiful." His voice rough with sleep. He brought his hand up to graze the side of your cheek. You smiled at his touch, gripping his hand in your own you leaned down and pressed your lips to his. You brought your other hand to the back of his head, deepening the kiss. Crowley returned your kiss with a little nibbling at your lower lip. You kept your eyes closed as your lips parted, humming at his touch. You bit down on your bottom lip with a smile. Crowley laughed softly at the expression of delight left on your face.

"Come here, darling." He pulled his hand to your side, inviting you to lay next to him. Carefully you settled down beside him. His left arm wrapped around your back. You laid your head on his chest and your arm around his torso.

"You must be tired?" You wondered out loud.

"Yes." He nearly hummed. His eyes closing slowly. He inhaled a few breaths before he fell back asleep. You listened as each breath made his chest raise under your cheek. His heart held a steady rhythm in your ear *tump-tump tump-tump*. You grinned happy to be in his arms, pulling him closer to you, you closed your eyes and listened to his heart beat until you fell asleep as well. *thump-tump thump-thump thump-thump*