Title: Darts
Author: CreativityFlow
Original Imagine: Imagine Playing Darts when Crowley Pops in and you Just Miss him by a Hair post/81906503618/anonymous-katie
Warnings: Cursing
Word Count: 477
You were furious at the king of Hell. You knew he was busy and was trying to get the Winchesters, but he always made such a big deal about keeping deals, and here he was standing you up on date night.
Really, it wouldn't have been a big deal, but this was the third time this month. Tonight, you didn't even dress up like you normally would. He wouldn't show up anyway, so why bother? So you wore sweats and a t shirt, your hair a floppy mess. You were standing in the middle of your studio apartment chucking darts at the target that hung on the back of the bathroom door.
You weren't really good at darts, but throwing something was oddly soothing at the moment. You weren't even paying attention to where you were throwing, and only snapped out of it when a British accent yelped from across the room. A dart was sticking out of the wall a few inches to left of Crowley, and he was glaring at you.
"Darling, what are you doing?" he asked. "Why aren't you dressed yet?"
Raising an eyebrow, you turned on your heel, marching towards the kitchen. "Sorry, dear, but you haven't exactly shown up the past few weeks." You pulled out a beer, and popped the cap open. Taking a swig, you slammed the fridge shut, and turned back around to face him.
"I've been busy," Crowley sighed, rolling his eyes. "King of Hell and all. My kingdom is in enough trouble, and now Moose and Not-Moose are getting in the way."
"And I understand that, Crowley," you said, leaning against the counter, "but you don't call or even tell me if you're still alive. I've been worried!"
"Worried about me?" he snorted. "Darling, when have I ever given you reason to worry?"
Staring blankly, you shook your head and turned away, heading to your room.
"Okay, that was a dumb question," he shrugged, popping up in front of you and making you jump. He grabbed your hands and pulled you closer, kissing your knuckles as he looked up at you through his eyelashes. "I am terribly sorry. Do you forgive me?"
You pretend to think, before yanking your hand back. "No. You can't just disappear for weeks at a time and then pop out of nowhere and expect me to-"
Crowley's lips landed on yours, and immediately, you responded.
Stupid demon, you thought. I can never get my way.
When the king pulled away, you were gasping for breath, with your cheeks flushed red. "You son of a bitch."
He smirked, and took your hand, spinning you around. Instead of your sweats, you were now wearing a beautiful red cocktail dress that hugged your body in all the right places.
"Come, Darling," he purred. "I promised you a date night."
"Actually, you owe me three."