Haven sighed, annoyed at the man (actually demon) that was hovering around her.
"Please, Love," Crowley begged. Haven glared at him.
"No. You left me in Hell. Hand-cuffed to your bed, while you went on a hunt with Sam and Dean! You don't deserve to kiss me," Haven replied angrily.
"Darling, I apologized." He nuzzled her cheek as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
"I don't care," she huffed, pulling out of his grasp. "Do you get how embarrassing that was? Some of your men found me like that!" He stared at her.
"You really aren't going to kiss me?" he asked.
"Not until I'm done being mad." The King of Hell pouted. Not that he would ever admit that. "I have research to do." Haven got out her laptop and got comfortable on her bed. Crowley laid beside her, still pouting. He sighed loudly and crossed his arms over his chest. Haven rolled her eyes in exasperation. He flopped onto his stomach with a huff. "You're such a baby!" Haven grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a rough kiss. He grinned.
"Now was that so hard?" he asked with a smirk. Haven rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"Such a big baby."