Request: Can you do one where reader makes a deal with Crowley that if he brings Dean back from the dead she will have to marry him and forget Dean (can she end up with Crowley too) Thanks

A/N: Sorry I took so long to write this, I am really bad at updating on a schedule, if i give a date you can pretty much assume it will come out after that. Sorry for the inconsistency :( I'm also so sorry for the shitty, forced ending. I didn't really know how to end it, and this showed. I have many ideas for spinoffs, but I don't know if I'll actually end up writing any of them. I might do Crowley's proposal, their wedding, or when Dean goes to Hell (any of the times). These would probably suck as well, but I just think they would be interesting to write.

Warnings: Hell?

You stood expectantly in the doorway of the bunker, waiting for Dean to approach you. He was only about 10 yards away now, but it felt as though he had never been farther. You hadn't told him how you had brought him back yet, you hadn't had the chance. You knew Sam had his suspicions, but you opted to ignore him, wanting Dean to be the first to know.

A tear slid down your face as Dean finally reached you, but you did your best to disguise it with a smile. He gripped you in a bone-crushing hug, and, your face hidden, you let your tears fall. You didn't know how you were going to tell him this, you weren't sure if you would be able to survive his reaction.

With a deep breath you pulled back, doing your best to meet Dean's eyes.

"There's something I need to tell you, and I don't have much time." The smile in Dean's eyes vanished when you said this, replaced by nervous apprehension.

"What is it?"

"When you... died," You almost choked on the last word, but managed to push forward, "I waited as long as I could, I tried to keep my promise. But I couldn't do it without you, Sam couldn't do it without you. The decision was simple, in the end. You're the only thing that matters to me, what's the point in living while you aren't:

Terror filled Dean's eyes as he gripped your face in his hands, "Y/N, what did you do?" He asked, urgency filling his voice.

You choked back a sob and responded, "He said he'd bring you back. I had no other options."

"What do you mean you had no other options? You had your whole life ahead of you, and you just threw it away." Dean replied, a touch of anger in his voice.

"Please Dean, I don't want to fight."

"Alright fine, how long did he give you, ten years?" He asked, as though bracing himself for your reply.

"Actually-" you stopped to take a breath, not sure if you would be able to handle Dean's reaction, "-We have about forty five minutes."

Dean's face froze with disbelief, you could tell that he was waiting for you to laugh, to tell him that it was all an ill-spirited joke, but no such thing happened. You managed a weak smile at him, these sixty minutes of life with him were infinitely better than one without him. You tried to find a way to comfort him but you came up short, all you could really do was pull him close and wrap your arms around him.

"Why would you agree to this?" Dean asked, his voice muffled both by your shoulder and the sob issuing from his throat. "I'm not worth it, he only gave you sixty minutes! What could that possibly accomplish?" He said the last part as more of a plea than a statement, hoping he would get an answer that in some way justified it.

"I can't explain it sufficiently, I just know that this was the right decision, I couldn't have lived with myself otherwise."

"You threw away your entire life on a whim?" Dean asked, his disbelief evident in his voice. You pulled him tighter to you, burying your face in his flannel shirt before checking the timer on your watch. You had about five minutes left with him. As adequate as the time had seemed to you before, it felt as though you had been with him only for a blink of an eye, not enough to create a substantial memory.

You pulled yourself away from Dean once again, taking in his features for the last time. Your eyes travelled from his mussed light brown hair, past his clusters of freckles and emerald eyes rimmed with red, resting on his lips, turned up in a bitter sweet smile. You looked carefully, trying to capture every detail as you looked so that you could remember him.

You were snapped out of your melancholy by the sound of the alarm on your watch going off, the incessant beeping feeling like a countdown to your death, which, in a way, they were.

You lowered your eyes when you heard Crowley;s rough voice, his accent unmistakable, "Well, times up darling. Sure do hope it was worth the wait." He drawled, sarcasm evident in every syllable. "You've said your goodbyes to Squirrel, and I feel like I've been very generous. Hop to it." He said as you gripped your arm, pulling you away from Dean. You saw Dean clench his jaw, looking as though he was considering fighting Crowley. You shook your head, wordlessly admonishing him for considering it.

It was with one last hopeless look at Dean that you turned with Crowley and jumped into the portal, knowing that it would probably be the last tie you ever made eye contact again.

*One Year Later*

You had been with Crowley for a bout twelve months now, and you had grown fond of him. Despite his rough exterior, he was surprisingly kind to you in the first few months, when you spent the whole time crying about Dean. You had almost completely forgotten your feelings for Dean, turning your affections to Crowley instead. He had comforted you, treating you with respect and kindness. Even though you spent the whole time crying over your life on Earth, he still treated you as a worthy, helpful member of his kingdom, and soon to be Queen. You had started 'dating' about three months after you came to Hell, dating being the operative word. It wasn't very formal, you just talked to each other often and comforted the other when you were sad.

That's why you were so taken aback when he proposed, you had never seen it coming. You had, of course, accepted, it was too sweet and sincere not to. Your wedding was going to be in six months, midsummer, in Hawaii. You knew it was cliché, but you couldn't care less, every time you thought about it butterflies filled your stomach, happiness once again engulfing you.