The steam of the bath reminds you of that night at the Supernatural convention three months ago when you met Crowley himself who had come into our world like that episode 'The French Mistake'. The cheeky sod had caused an anomaly like Dean and Sam had when they crossed over into our world, causing the real life actor to temporarily disappear with no memory of it whilst he took his place.
You remember when Crowley took you to his office/apartment in Hell and screwed you into next week. You miss him, and wish he was here with you now...
"Miss me, darling?" Crowley appears before you and winks. You're imagining things, you just know it. You realise Crowley is fully clothed talking to you and you're nude in the bath, you get a little shy and try and cover up with a towel.
"I've seen EVERY part of you darling, it's nothing I haven't seen before." He smiles, eyes all over you. You have no complaints about that. You're home alone, your new boyfriend has just left to go back to his house and you were just thinking about Crowley the whole time anyway, guiltily.
"Get fucking dried BITCH, and meet me in your room in five minutes! I hope you haven't forgot my sodding rules!" He yells and disappears into thin air in his usual way.
You do as you're told, dry yourself and put a nightdress on. Your hair is still wet and you dry it slightly, leaving it damp. You cross the hallway to your room, peel back the duvet and slip into bed. There is no sign of Crowley, so you get comfortable inside the covers and start to drift off to sleep.
You feel someone stroking your hair and he whispers softly into your ear, "I know...what you've been up to. I'm here to punish you." The calm in his voice startles you, you know it won't take long for his inner rage he's hiding to show itself. He is leaning over the bed and takes his shoes and socks off, sitting on the side of the bed opposite yours, facing the opposite way, takes his suit jacket off then he turns round, gets into bed with you with his, shirt, tie and trousers on, he slides into bed and cuddles you from behind, his warm body pressed right up against yours. You snuggle and feel calm.
Without warning, he flips you over onto your back using his demonic powers and grins, smugly, his soft expression turns into a scowl and he grits his teeth and snarls in a very broad London accent "So, you think you can take a human lover and I wouldn't SODDING FIND OUT ABOUT IT?" He clicks his fingers and you're handcuffed to the bed, your arms stretched above your head, the chains of the handcuffs around the metal bars. It's a little uncomfortable for you but he doesn't care. You're not really 'in the mood' but he's a selfish...hot...sexy...you can't resist him all the same.
"What...did...I...tell you about breaking those rules, darling?" He winks and kisses your forehead, you long for his skin to be pressed against yours, "Now you'll receive a punishment fitting for every rule you broke, dear." He takes his red tie off and gives you a sly, 'pleased with himself' look, "I don't set rules for them to be broken, it's time you learned your lesson!"