I was sat at a table at Bobby's doing research along with the rest, when a voice interrupted.
"You all look very hard at work, I might say," came a voice in an English accent. "What do you want, Crowley?" Bobby growled.
Ignoring the situation, I kept my head down.
"Now, is that any way to greet a guest?"
"You're not a guest, you're an intruder," I said before I could bite my tongue.
The voice just chuckled and I turned around to see who the voice belonged to. Stood against the side was a guy in a suit, with a tie and dark hair. He was older than me, a lot older than me, but he was too good looking to notice.
His eyes held mine and his smouldering look gave me butterflies.
"And who would you be, my dear? I don't believe we've met before," he smiled at me.
Neither Bobby, Sam or Dean was looking at me; they were all looking at this Crowley guy.
"No," Bobby hissed.
"Don't even think about it," Dean said at the same time and stood up.
"I don't know what you're on about," Crowley shrugged, innocently.
"You can get that look off your face. She doesn't want to make any deals and she ain't gonna give you her soul," Bobby warned.
"I never said I wanted her soul.," he replied and looked at me again.
I had been trained to kill people like him, demons, but I felt an attraction to him.
"Well, you sure as hell ain't getting anything else from her," Dean growled.
"Oh, I see, so you two . . ." Crowley looked from me to Dean.
"What?! No! Ewwww!" I cringed.
Crowley looked at me. "Feisty."
"Sherrie, go upstairs," Dean ordered.
"Crowley, why don't you tell us why you're here?" Bobby stared.
I took one last look at Crowley, taking in his suit and, when I made eye contact, he looked back and smiled, slyly. I felt myself blush and ran up the stairs.
"Really," Crowley frowned when I left. "I have no attraction to her, demons don't do feelings."
"Well you better keep it that way," Dean warned.
That night, I went back to the motel with Dean and Sam and fell asleep before they did.

Sometime in the night, I felt a presence in my room and pressure on my bed, as if someone were sat on it. I sat up and waited for my eyes to adjust to the dark; on the end of my bed sat Crowley.
"What …what are you doing here?" I asked, feeling shy.
"I thought you'd be happy to see me," I could only just see him raising his eyebrows in the moonlight.
"Why would you think that?" I asked and kept looking over at Dean and Sam's sleeping bodies.
"Oh, I saw you looking at me, darlin'" he moved towards me. "Not many people interest me like you do."
I was glad it was dark so he couldn't see the heat rush into my cheeks. "So, that's why you're here? Because I interest you?"
"I wanted to see you again, maybe make a deal."
"Nuh uh, no way," I refused. "I ain't stupid and I sure ain't giving up my soul for death."
Crowley took my hand. "This is a different kind of deal; a deal I've never made before and one I doubt I'll ever make again."
"What kind of a deal?" I eyed him, what I could see of him, suspiciously.
"In exchange for your soul, you get to be mine."
"Yours? What does that mean? Yours?"
"We can be together, and you can rule hell with me; be the Queen of hell to the King of hell."
"Why? Why me?"
"You've caught my attention and my attraction," he whispered and leaned forward. "Demon's don't do feelings but I have never wanted a human more."
Through the dark, I managed to see Crowley's eyes and I felt the heat between us.
Also, I had the unusual gift of being able to tell when people were lying.
Slowly, I nodded. "But I have one condition."
It was my turn to lean towards him, making the space between us only inches.
"What would that be?"
"That the deal is sealed with more than a kiss. You want me to be yours? I gotta make sure it's going to be worth it," I said without blinking.
Crowley gave no answer, but pulled me into a kiss. I put my hands on his shoulders and closed the space between our bodies.
Crowley kissed me deeply, almost painfully and when he pulled away, he looked shocked and confused. "That's the first time anyone's kissed me back. And I liked it."
"I'm gonna do more than kiss you back," I whispered and pulled him back in.
He tangled his hands in my hair as I pushed his coat off his shoulders, undid his tie and then started working on his shirt. He threw his shirt on the floor and then slid his hands up my sides and under my t-shirt.
As his hands slid over my ribs, I noticed for the first time how hot his hands actually were, and still they caused my skin to prickle with goosebumps.
I let out a groan as one of his hands headed further up and cupped a breast.
"You're hot," I mumbled, quietly.
"I am from hell," he laughed slightly.
I cut off his laugher by returning to kissing him and he threw himself into the kiss, raping my mouth with his tongue.
I ran my hands through the hair on his chest and when I reached his trousers, I slowly removed the belt and paused. I moved my hand further down and found him eager and excited. I rubbed my palm over the erection, straining against his trousers, begging for freedom.
Crowley stood up, undoing his trousers and letting them fall to the floor, and then sat back down in his boxers.
I slid my hand up the side of his thigh and stopped before I went to far; I used my thumb to massage the head of his cock and when he groaned, I moved my hand into his boxers and wrapped my hand round him. I leaned back and pulled him with me, and when we were lying down, he slid his hand into my underwear and plunged two fingers into me, hard. I bit my lip hard to stop myself from crying out but with his other hand, Crowley pulled my lip free.
When he pulled his fingers out, I whimpered but he was just teasing me; the next thrust had gained another finger and more power. "Don't . . .stop."

"Sherrie!" I felt someone shake me and I sat up, alarmed.
"Wake up, it's okay, you were just having a nightmare," Sam sat next to me and put an arm around me.
Thank god he didn't know the truth, he's be repulsed; I was repulsed at myself for having dirty dreams about a demon.
"I'm okay," I rubbed my face.
"You wanna tell me about it?" he asked.
"Trust me, you do not wanna know," I shook my head. "Go back to sleep, I'm okay now."
"I'll see you in the morning," he kissed my cheek and made his way back to his own bed.
I rolled over and tried to get back to sleep, this time hopefully without any dreams.