Supernatural never really gave Crowley any love like he deserves. I want him to have that so this is a love story between Crowley and my O/C Kat.

I obviously don't own Supernatural or any of it's characters. As much as I wish Crowley was mine he isn't. He belongs to Warner Bros. I only own my O/C's.

I rated this story M for mature sexual content, strong language, and violence.

Chapter One

Crowley was seated on his throne right where she knew she would find him. A smirk on his face. One foot crossed over his knee. She took a moment to just admire him. He was so damned handsome. Kat leisurely strolled over and leaned down to kiss his lips. "Good morning, my love" she said. "Mmm How do you feel this morning Kitty Kat?" Crowley's voice as always got her instantly aroused. "Good. But I could be better you know." She said as she straddled his lap. "Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow in a quizzical expression. "What pray tell, can I do to improve your mood?" Crowley asked as he gave her a quick slap on the ass. "You can start by taking off your pants" she whispered into his mouth as she kissed him. He gripped her hips as she ground herself down against him enticing a playful groan from her king...

Kat woke up in a cold sweat. Panties soaked as usual. Wiping the sweat off her brow she surveyed her bedroom for damage. Minimal today. At least she thought to take her lightbulbs out before bed. She busted enough of them in her sleep to learn. Today just a few books knocked off a shelf. She sighed and fell back onto the bed.

She wished the dreams would just stop already. It made it impossible for her to date. Nobody ever holds up to the image of him burned into her mind since the dreams started when she was 16. And life's not easy for a 23 year old virgin. So she tried to focus on work. Running the bar downstairs left little time for anything else anyways. She worked there for the previous owner, an older woman who took a chance on her and gave her a job when she really needed it. When she passed away she left the business to her since she had no living relatives. She was really too young to run a business but was trying her best to make it work. Despite her best employee always being late. The plumbing always needing a fix. And business barely keeping afloat.

Kat threw her feet over the side of the bed and got up. She screwed in her light bulbs for the day and padded to the bathroom fixing the few books that fell off the shelves on the way. Maybe a cold shower was just what she needed before work. She threw on some make-up that accentuated her long waist length lavender hair which was in a wavy half up half down look and eyeliner that made her blue eyes pop. She donned a long sleeve green sweater that made her large tits look amazing and some black skinny jeans and headed downstairs to get ready for opening.

Kat put the coffee on, set down the chairs, prepped the dishwasher and started heating the stove and fryers before turning on the open sign at exactly 8am. Just as she did every morning. 15 minutes later Beatrice came dragging her feet through the door mumbling "mornin boss" "You're late again Bea. We open at 8. Not 8:15." Kat said handing her a cup of coffee. "Rough night again?" Bea sighed into the cup and breathed in the steam. "You betcha It was a late one" Beatrice was really a great bartender and waitress. But she had a problem of partying late into the night and showing up late in the morning. She was Kats best employee and even on the busiest of days Bea could run the place smoothly so Kat didn't have to stress out over anything. It was worth her being late in the mornings. Not that they had much busy days lately.

"Alrighty, well drink that coffee and sit down for a few. I already got everything going. The early birds will be in soon so be ready to throw down some hash browns and get them their coffees. Remember big Jack like his coffee black so don't ask him or he will pitch a fit and I don't want to hear it today. I have some paperwork to get to. I will be in the office if you need me."

It was a slow afternoon with a big rush through dinner which had all cleared out and Kat decided to clean up and send Carl, Her night shifter home. It never really gets too busy on a week night anyways and she couldn't really afford him if she didn't need him.

Crowley was in need of a stiff drink after a long day of deal making. He was leaving the house of a middle aged man that wanted more money, a better car, a more beautiful wife etc. Worth his soul. The usual. Typical. Boring. Numbers were low this quarter so he was picking up the slack himslef. How lucky that his last deal of the day was down the street from a little bar and grill. This bar didn't look like much and he could have gone some place snazzier. More his style. But for some reason he felt drawn here. He WANTED to go inside. He pondered that for a moment. It didn't look like any place he would set foot in. Maybe a month from going out of business. Perhaps there was a deal to be made inside. He sighed. More work. Smoothing his hands down the front of his coat he pushed through the doors.

Kat was organizing the bottles of booze behind the bar when she heard the door open and close. Facing one last bottle and wiping it down she felt satisfied with her work. Everything seemed to be in order more or less. She silently took stock in her mind of what she needed to order for next weeks shipment and wrote down a reminder on her pad to add a couple things. Suddenly remembering she had a customer, she put down the pen and pad. She turned around to see none other than Crowley himself strolling over to her.

Her heart instantly sped up. Pounding in her ears. It couldn't actually be HIM.. Could it? She closed her eyes tightly and tried to slow her breathing back to normal. She had to be seeing things. She was going full delusional. Opening her eyes he was still there. She stared at him with her mouth open. She was frozen. She muttered his name almost too quiet to hear. But he did hear. He lifted one brow in confusion. Surprised, he asked her "What did you say dear?". She stuttered out an "Oh nnothing" and awkwardly got busy pouring him a glass of Craig, trying not to stare at him. His eyes never leaving her, he took off his coat and folded it over the back of the bar stool and sat down. She set the glass on a coaster in front of him. He looked at the drink for a moment. "Craig. Interesting choice. How did you know?" he asked with a curious smirk. She hurried to break eye contact, grabbing a bar rag and started to clean. "I don't know what you mean. You asked for a glass of Craig." He considered her as he twirled his glass.

Crowley glanced at the name tag on her sweater. "Kat is it then?." She nodded in response, gaining a smile from the king. "Why do you stock Craig? I didn't know any places around here carry it. Its quite expensive to have it flown in from Scotland and.. no offense but it doesn't look like your bar can afford it." He gestured around the almost empty bar. "It was a family favorite. I guess I inherited the taste." She lied. Crowley grinned wider. His eyes never leaving hers. He knew she was lying of course and it only made him more curious about her. Crowley felt drawn to this woman somehow. He wanted to learn all of her little secrets. He would get the truth out of her, and have fun doing it. His eyes travelled down her body as he wondered what was under that glorious sweater. "Very well Kitty Kat." he said with a wink. He leaned back in his seat and took a sip of his drink.

Her heart hammered in her chest at his words. She was startled by hearing his little nickname from her dreams and was also trying to fight her physical response to it. Desperate to escape the intensity of his gaze, she went to change the music. How could he really be here. How could he be real. It was all just dreams right. Delusions. Very detailed delusional dreams. Made up by her own mind to combat her loneliness. At least that is what the psychiatrist she used to see said about it. Demons by Imagine Dragons begins to play. Crowley chuckled at her choice. She made a round through the bar checking if anyone else needed another drink. Unfortunately there was only one table occupied and they were getting ready to leave. She collected their empty glasses and thanked them before dropping them off in the sink. She glanced at the clock as she returned and she realized It was only an hour before closing.

Moving back to the bar she grabbed the bottle of Craig and refilled his glass. Then grabbed a second glass and poured one for herself, downing it and pouring another. Only then did she feel brave enough to risk a glance up at him. He once again looked like he was considering her. Like he had just learned something surprising. She tried to look away but couldn't make herself. He was so close. So real. So sexy. Heat flooded through her making her nipples stand at attention. Her lips suddenly felt dry and she wet them with her tongue. She pictured herself climbing over the bar into his lap and had to press her knees together. She wanted to know what his mouth tasted like. She wanted to feel his body against hers. Her traitorous body. She chewed her lip as she let her mind wander. It took her a moment to realize those beautiful lips she was fantasizing about were moving. He was talking to her.

"Sorry what was that?" She asked nervously and looked back up at his eyes. Crowley leaned in closer. "I said did you want something love? your staring." Embarrassment flooded her cheeks red. "oh. NO!!" she said a little too loudly, taking a step back. "I mean, I wasn't. I mean I.." "Shh" he interrupted her nervous rambling. "There's nobody here but us. You can tell me. What are you thinking so hard about?" His low gravelly voice sent a shiver down her spine. She hoped he didn't notice.

She looked at the clock. "Um just we close in 45 minutes." She turned on her heel and just about ran out of the room to the staircase that lead up to her apartment. Leaning against the wall she closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath. It would be easier if she could stop thinking about the King of Hell just around the corner at HER bar. Looking sexy as HELL. Pun intended. The literal man or demon of her dreams. She took a slow shaky breath.

Suddenly she felt hands gripping her arms and her eyes flew open. "You close now." Crowley said.

Okay guys. This is my first Fanfic so do be gentle. I am new to writing anything. I figured since I have a lot of time on my hands right now it's a great time to play around with some stories I have in my head.

Stay tuned for Chapter 2. *wink *wink.