A/N: I do not own Supernatural or any of it's character's. The Oc in this story is female and doesn't have a name.
Bobby's house was always the place to be for you. You could always find home and friends there. You had known Bobby since you were little. You spent most of your younger years helping Bobby with research, cleaning guns, and playing with the Winchesters. You always knew about the supernatural side of the world, but oddly you were never scared of it. Many years passed since you were that little girl who skipped around the house with a book of latin enchantments. You were now a grown woman who had been on numerous hunts.
"Pass me that book over there." Bobby pointed at a book, while sitting behind his desk.
"The one with the red binding?" You asked getting up from the floor where you were reading your own book. Bobby was on the phone with Sam who found a creature they hadn't encountered before. Reaching for the book and handing it to Bobby, he quickly flipped through the pages.
"Here it is. You're going to need a branch from a cherry tree and a..." You moved into the kitchen and grabbed yourself a soda from the frig. When you closed the door Crowley stood there against the door way. You jumped slightly at his sudden appearance.
"Did I frighten you, love?" He smirked, moving a hand to grip your bicep and plant a kiss on your cheek. Bobby hung up the phone and brought his attention to Crowley.
"What the Hell do you want?" Bobby snapped at the demon. Crowley had only been apart of your life for about a year, but his visits became more frequent.
"I'm hear to offer my services." Crowley stood prideful with his hands in his pockets. You saw his shoulders shift against the inside of his jacket and his head tilt back. You enjoyed the way he looked, clean, proper, and kinda sexy. Actually, he was sexy. Crowley just had this look about him that made you fall into day dreams.
"Y/N, Y/N?" Bobby broke you from your trance. Both of the men staring at you now.
"What?" You stammered slightly, noticing you were gripping the bottle a little too tightly in your hand. You blush crept onto your cheeks when you saw the grin across Crowley's lips.
"Take a picture darling, it'll last longer." Crowley straighten his jacket and tie.
"Shut up." You replied then moved back to your seat on the floor. Crowley took the chair across from you.
"As I was saying..." Crowley's voiced trailed off again as your eyes wandered from his shoes up his well dressed legs. His pants perfectly creased down the center, legs crossed at the knee. His belt peaked out of his jacket, the shiny silver metal resting just above the bulge of his crouch. His jacket neatly ironed, one button kept it fastened to his body. A slick black shirt laid under a grey and black tie that was perfectly pressed into his collar. His Adam's apple just visible above his collar, his jaw was strong and his chin stuck out slightly. His lips were a light pink that moved with a type of grace as he talked to Bobby. The cupid's bow above his lip was well shadowed by the light, then you licked your lips at wanting to explore his lips first hand. Your eyes moved up looking over his nose that crooked just at his eyes. His eyes which were green now by the lighting of the room, but were sometimes dark as if they reflected a part of him within. His brows were thick and masculine casting a slight shadow over his magnificent eyes. His dark hair covered his head, the short strands sticking in every other direction. You wanted so desperately to run your fingers threw it. When you finally finished looking him up, you noticed the room was silent. Crowley was staring right at you, very intensely, Bobby was no where to be found.
"Where's Bobby?" You croaked with a hard swallow.
"He'll be back. For now, I'd like to talk about that look you give me." He leaned forward in the chair, uncrossing his legs, and resting his elbows on his knees.
"What look?" You said rather defensively. Getting up from the floor, you hoped to escape the situation.
"The look that wanders all over my body." The grin across his face grew. Taking a step away from him, he caught your wrist in his grip and stood from the chair.
"You've been watching me," he whispered, your head lowered hoping to conceal the blushing over your face. His fingers picked up your chin to look at you, "I've been watching you too." With a gentle grip on your chin he pulled your face close to his, with a slight lick of your lips, he had you in a kiss. A deep kiss that had you wrapping your arms around his neck as his own hand found your waist. You stood up on your toes hoping to intensify your kiss. Jetting your tongue across his lip you invited him for more. You let his tongue enter your mouth, his hands crept to your lower back. He pulled your body to his, closing any possible gap with a firm hold. Your breath was heavy with the passion of his kiss, the gentleness of his touch. You finally needed air and broke off from his lips. Your eyes still closed you huffed long heavy breaths into his chest.
"Is that everything you thought it's be?" Crowley nudged your head with his chin. Bringing your eyes to his you took another deep breath.
"No. It was better." You both grinned to each other. You let one of your hands wander into his hair as your other hand ran down his back.
"Makes me wonder what else I may have gotten wrong?" You bit your lower lip, pressing your nose firmly to his. He chuckled and held you even tighter, causing you to gasp.
"Would you like to find out?" He cooed.
"Yes." You exhaled against his lips. He pressed his lips into yours, his hands wandered up your shirt.
"How about we go somewhere else?" His words were mumbled against your lips.
"Let's." You could feel his grin on your lips and in an instant you were no longer in Bobby's study.