Those morons never told him. Of course they wouldn't, why would they think he would want to know? Sam and Dean never saw them together, how they acted, how he looked at her. Naomi hadn't changed; he never thought she would have. She always had a perpetual stick up her ass. He had always liked women that acted so prudish, liked to tear them down. Knock them off their pedestal. Well… when he said women he really meant men, women, demons… angels. There were reasons he made the deal for those extra inches. Naomi had been different, though. He had met her in Mesopotamia. She stood above everyone, watched the ants build their tunnels. Acted like the ruler she had been meant to be.
Crowley still remembers the day she left. He woke up and she was gone. There was no note by the side of the bed, she would never leave one. He always expected her to pop up again. Crowley always kept an eye out everywhere he went. Scotland, New York, Hell. Anywhere he was he looked for a woman dressed in a suit and a grimace on her face. When those idiot Winchesters first appeared he could smell the angels on them. Crowley followed them around, invisible to humans, hoping that she got put on their watch.
Naomi leaving shouldn't have been a surprise, what the surprise was how long she stayed. Their relationship for a lack of better phrasing was fucked up. He was a salesman and the son of a witch. She liked to play with her food and it could never be just physical, it had to be psychological too. She wanted to destroy them from the inside out. Neither she nor Crowley would be the first one to break. They pushed each other, literally. The bruises they woke up with in the morning, never showing the other in an effort to refrain from looking weak.
The day she left he had said something to her. They had always said horrible things to each other because one of them would have to submit eventually. Normally it was something wrong or fake, but what he had said… it had been all too true. "This is why you'll never move up." He shuddered remembering the words he had said. "You're just an angel whore." He shuddered then too. "At least demons know what they are. They lie, they torture, and they screw around." At the time these words gave him pleasure. "Angels are supposed to be virtuous and pure. They live like soldiers, not businesswomen in their little corner offices waiting to find their demon lover." She hadn't said anything. Naomi stared at him with a blank look in her eyes. "What are you? Hmmm pet. What ARE you?"
Crowley never saw her until the whole angel tablet debacle. She had a different meat suit, same uptight little bitch. He had missed her. Crowley knew she missed him too, she would never admit it though. He could see it in her eyes. Her eyes held so many pesky mortal emotions: disgust at him, herself, pain, but pure lust. He would kill the dick Metatron. Tell the boys it was to stop God's little angels from closing the gates of Hell. Only he would know. It was for her. It was all for her. Always.