All was calm in your home. You just got home from having dinner with your friends, which was right after work. You were tired, opening the door and tossing your stuff on the nearest flat surface.
"At least it's the weekend." You stated to yourself, dragging your feet down the hall to your room. You kicked off your shoes, turning on the light then flopping on your bed.
"Hello, my sweet." He hummed.
"Not now, Crowley. I'm tired." You whined a little, sitting up and opening your eyes.
"Maybe I can help with that?" Crowley came to sit next to you.
"Where have you been? I haven't seen you for a week." You questioned him.
"Well, yes. I was…" Crowley was interrupted by a sound coming from the other side of the house.
"Stay here." Crowley whispered, brandishing his angel blade. He cautiously exited your room. Curious as you were, you followed right after him. Keeping enough distance from him, he crept around the corner of the hall disappearing from your view.
Hands seemed to wrap around you from the darkness. Quickly you elbowed the form in the gut, making them take aback with pain. You rushed out of the hall, but was tackled to the ground when you made it threw the doorway. Crowley was dealing with another man, both of them taking swipes at each other with angel blades.
"Crowley…" A hand muffled your screams, turning you over on your back. The man pinned you to the floor with his other arm across your chest. You bit down on the man's palm, breaking skin and tearing a bit of flesh. He yelled out in pain, then slapping you across the face.
"You're going to pay for that bitch!" He spat into your face, but was quickly silenced by a shard of metal sticking through his chest.
Crowley had killed his assailant and driven his blade through the back of the man on top of you. With a beautiful array of sparks lighting up his skeleton from within his body, the corpse then slumped beside you.
"Darling, are you alright?" He lifted you to your feet and pulled you into a tight desperate hug.
"Are you hurt?" He asked, pulling you away to assess any damage. The only injury was a growing redness on your left cheek from the man slapping you.
"No, I'm alright. I'm fine." You pulled yourself back into his chest, taking in his scent.
"I'm so sorry. I never meant to bring my work home with me." Crowley kissed your forehead, continuing to hold you firmly in his arms.