A/N: Supernatural spoilers from 8x23(Sacrifice). I just kind of wanted to do this because the opportunity opened up and a fling had been hinted at. So, enjoy! :D
Rest Well, Darling.
He's probably the most human he's been in years as of now. Whatever that trial Sam was performing had meant to do had done its number. He could feel emotions, the things he felt before he became this demonic creature. Crowley remembers wanting to be loved, needing love, deserving it yet never being given it. He could feel everything again and damn did it hurt. Of course he was still demonic – but he was still feeling the effects of what Sam had done. Maybe he'd be like this forever. Who truly knew? The guilt-ridden being took a few steps forward into the night. A bouquet of flowers were held tightly in his slightly trembling hands. The blood on his face mixed with salt water. His regret was painted on his face. Every pained emotion that stabbed and pulled at his heart was on his face and burned in his eyes.
The air was humid. Around him angels had fallen from the sky. It was truly a scene out of Revelations. Every angel in existence – though a very spare amount of angels – had fallen. Every last one but Naomi. Crowley, dressed down in his usual black cloak and suit, took a few steps forward. His shoes crunched the dirt beneath him. The highest peak in Mesopotamia. That's where he remembers it all. Everything down to Naomi's grace. Her smile flashed through his mind as he began the climb to the peak.
As he stood atop the hill he holds the roses, fingers clenching around the stems a bit before he sucks in a deep breath. He regrets not chasing her. He regrets a lot of things, really. But somehow this stands out the most. He wanted her forgiveness, he needed it – but he'd never get it. He set down the roses on the ground, eyes peering up toward the Heavens. Whatever had happened wasn't good, he knew. It didn't stop him. He uttered three simple words, every fiber of his being meaning it.
"Rest well, darling."