It had been a long night. Long even in the typical hunter standards. You were driving home with blood spattered clothes, your tank top was in tatters with tears in places that if publicy seen would make for some awkward stares. You had borrowed the Impala from Dean who within the past five years you had become super close with, The brothers were your only friends and now...you even considered them family. Family was such a strong word with the WInchesters and when Dean and Sam had told you they considered you a sister well...let's just say a major chick flick moment went down. Your bloody hands gripped the steering wheel tightly and your pain and exhaustion filled eyes stared blankly at the road ahead when there was a grinding noise coming from under baby's hood. "Not now baby...please you've been so good not now..." you pleaded desperately under your breathe but the car couldn't make it. It had been through a hell of a beating too. The grinding noise grew worse and the engine stalled, and with a groan of frustration you pulled the Impala over to the side of the road and slammed your head forward onto the steering wheel beginning to sob with bitterness and frustration. Why had everything gone so wrong today? Dean and Sam had allowed you to do your first solo hunt, and you were so excited to prove yourself to them but the vampire's hideout turned out to be a secret nest and once inside you were ambushed. You almost got bitten before you managed to cut the bloodsucking fucker's head off, and then more and more came after you. You got beaten up really bad and almost didn't make it out but with some luck you escaped to the Impala. Then your cell phone had died out on you and you couldn't call the boys to let them know you were okay. Wiping your tear streaked cheeks away with bloody palms,which resulted in long dark red streaks across your cheeks, you punched the dashboard of the Impala and then immediately felt guilty "I'm sorry baby..." you murmured and just then you sensed a presence in the seat next to you. "Ello Love..." the familiar british accented voice speaks and you turn to look at the demon with a mixture of relief and apprehension. You knew Crowley had just gotten his feelings back through some sort of demon torture slash therapy session,yet despite that you were still wary. He looked awfully good sitting there in the usual suit, his cold eyes were filled with what looked like concern. "Hello Fergus. I'm afraid i'm done with the hunting tonight so...please just go ask the boys" you mutter using his first name which for some reason he didn't react badly to tonight and try to turn the keys to start the engine but it only sputters and dies again. You suck in a trembling breathe and then lean back against your seat shaking your head slowly in disbelief. You were stuck in the Impala, on a quiet highway, your shirt torn and exposing your ample breasts, sitting next to the king of hell whom you'd been having confusing and rather lustful thoughts toward for quite some time. "I already checked up on the two love, It was your turn. I am glad I did though you seem to be in Quite a spot" he responded casually and looked her up and down. She had several scratches along her arms and stomach that were bleeding, and her skin was already forming some bruises. "They did a number on you. Let me see what I can do." He murmured and vanished. It was only seconds before he came back with bandages,rubbing alcohol and surprisingly a tool box. He opened the bottle of rubbing alcohol and splashed some onto his hands. "This is gonna hurt" he warned and rubbed his wet hand over the wound on her stomach. She gritted her teeth and hissed tensing up both from the burn and the fact that his hand was splayed across her bare flesh. He repeated the process on her arms and the few scrapes on her neck. Next he opened the tool box and teleported himself outside,lifting the hood to the Impala. After what must have been only half an hour he shut the hood and came back inside the car. "Turn the keys, Let's see if this bucket of metal works now" he said and motioned for her to do so. She glared at him and turned the keys, her glare softening when the engine purred to life. "Thank you Crowley, but please refrain from calling baby 'A bucket of Metal' she is a great car" you say with a slight smile. It occurs to you to ask why he had bothered to help you, but you aren't sure you want to know. The way he looks at you is sending chills down your spine, but for once it isn't from fear or apprehension. He slowly leans forward while lifting his hand and placing it on the side of your cheek. You draw in a small breathe and look down at his lips right before they press against your own, and the contact is like a rush of fire straight through your belly. You respond before your brain does, and move your lips slowly against his enjoying the feeling of his stubble pressing against your chin. Finally you both pull away and you stare at him with a mixture of shock and satisfaction"What was that for?" you ask in a breathy voice you would probably regret later on. He smiles and leans back against the seat "Darling even without my feelings, that has been something i've always wanted to try. Out of all the monkeys you are the one I find myself desiring" he said honestly while staring out the windshield. You nod once trying to process the information and lick your lips getting a small taste of him. Mint? interesting. "I wanted you too, but being a hunter that would be extremely bad. Not to mention that Dean and Sam would freak out and find a way to end you" You say with a note of regret. Crowley turns and looks at you with a slightly mischievous gleam in his eyes "We coud it once to saitsfy our urges, and then see how we feel about more afterward" He suggested his already deep and gravelly voice deepening further. You can't help but blush, the sexual tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife. You think about it for a moment before quickly crawling over the emergency break and onto his lap, where you wrap your arms around his neck and stare him in the eyes. "I say that sounds like an excellent idea Fergus" you purr and lean down to cover his mouth with your own before he can reply to your usage of his first name.