A/N: I don't own Supernatural and the usually blah blah. Reference to torture in previous chapter. Also reference to torture of your family.
The boys now take turns watching over you as you sleep. Occasionally you would stir, or start to cry out in your sleep and the boys would be there to comfort you when you woke up. Each night was a struggle for you, every time you slept you were met by the two demons torturing you for information. Each night you struggled to sleep and every day you could barely stay awake. It was Dean's turn to watch over you, tonight.
"Better make yourself a cup of coffee, boy. You look awful." Bobby commented
"Thanks, Bobby." Dean was sarcastic. No one in this house got much sleep, since they were watching over me.
"Seriously, you guys don't need to suffer on a count of me. You need sleep. I can handle this." You pressed your hands to your chest, trying to show them that you were strong enough to fight your inner demons.
"Yeah right. You can't hear yourself when you're asleep." Sam was sincere with his words. "Y/N, no offense, but you sound like you're being ripped apart." And in truth you were. Every time went to sleep you were back in that room being beaten with a bat. You let out a sigh and let your head slump. They'll never let you take care of your own problems, they were too busy being big brothers.
"Alright, fine, but you need to promise me that you'll get some sleep later." You looked Dean straight in the eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. I promise." He said over his mug as he took a sip.
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It was a while before you finally turned in for the night. The day was filled with discussions about Lucifer the apocalypse. Crowley even came by after he was traced back to his newest hide out. Ironically enough the boys didn't mind Crowley hanging around, just as long as he kept the talking to a minimum. You spent most of the time listen to the men bicker, from your spot on the stairs. In these last few days you kept to yourself, but it was only recently that anybody knew why you were so secluded. You lay there on the bed trying desperately to find sleep. Sam and Bobby had gone upstairs to sleep, Dean sat on the stairs waiting for you to make any noise, and Cas and Crowley were in the living room. Cas laid on the bench in front of the window and Crowley sat in the chair across from him, usually with a glass in his hands, thinking to himself. Your room was nearly dark, the door to your room was cracked so Dean could look in periodically. You stared at the way next to the door of your bathroom, the two demon's voices rang in your ear and you weren't even asleep yet. You shut your eyes as tight as you could, you tried so desperately to make them go away.
"How is she?" Crowley walked up to Dean, who let out a big yawn.
"She's been quiet, for now." Dean looked back at the doorway making sure that what he said was correct.
"No, I mean have you talked to her about it?"
"No, why?" Dean stared at Crowley as if he were a used gym sock.
"She's in pain. For the love- she's being tortured in her sleep and you haven't thought to talk to her about it?" Crowley tried hard to contain himself. After all this time the Winchesters could still surprise him with their stupidity.
"She'll be fine." Dean let out in another yawn. Crowley rolled him eyes and shifted his position so he was leaning against the railing.
"Listen, I don't need to sleep. So, I'll watch over her, you need to get some shut eye or your brain might stop working." Crowley smirked at him. Dean stared at him then blinked a few times before shrugging and walking upstairs to his room. Crowley walked down the hall to your room. He peered through the crack in the door and saw you motionless on the bed. Slowly and carefully he pressed the door open, closing it behind him, trying to make as little noise as possible. The chair to your desk was pulled out and facing the bed, so Crowley removed his coat and laid it across the back of the chair. Before taking a seat he undid the button of his jacket, after he sat he loosened his tie and unstrained his neck by popping the top button of his shirt. He watched with bewilderment as you laid there restless on the bed. Every once in a while a foot or hand would twitch or you would scrunch your face and mumble something. He cocked his head when he watched you turn to your other side, facing away from him.
You wrapped your arms around your pillow, trying desperately to find something to cling onto. You began to breathe heavily as your demon began to morph and the demons started talking about what they would do to your family. Each one taking turns to demonstrate the way they'll torture your family. One of the demons grabbed a spike from seemingly no where.
"I'm going to heat up a metal spike..." The blonde demon sneered as the dark metal began to glow red, "and I'm going to run it across you mommy's thigh and then stick it into her stomach. Then I'm going to watch her scream and scream." He said this as he dragged the burning metal over your skin then plunging it into you gut with a twist of the handle.
Crowley began to lean forward in the chair as your movements became more frantic. Your mumbling turned to small shouts as you clutch to the pillow for dear life, clawing at the pillow and kicking at what ever was attacking you. He stood from the chair and moved over to the bed, taking a seat behind you. He placed a hand on your arm, making you flinched.
"Y/N, you're okay. Sam and Dean are coming to get you." Crowley whispered in your ear. His hand began to pet your pet, leaning in to your ear he whisper calming thoughts.
"You'll be safe, I promise. We're here for you, Y/N. We won't let anything happen to you." Crowley ran a hand through your hair and you sigh under the comforting motion. he smiled as you began to relax, keeping the same motion as he ran his finger through your hair. The demons in your mind began to fade and your eyes moved under your eyelids as the feeling of hiss hand through your hand began to wake you. Your eyes opened and you turned under the sheets to look up at Crowley, who was leaning over you. He gave you a gentle smile and you returned it.
"I told you, you were safe." He whispered, running his hand one more time through your hair before resting it on your head.
"Were you talking to me in my sleep?"
"I told you that Sam and Dean were on there way." He smirked and ran his thumb over your forehead.
"But they didn't save me..." You looked up at him, your brows furrowed. Crowley shared your look of confusion. "You saved me. It wasn't Sam or Dean who saved me from my nightmare. I woke up to you." You smiled at him. Then turning to him, you wrapped your arms around him. Crowley embraced you, rubbing your back with his hand. He pulled you away from his waist and caressed your cheek in his hand. You closed your eyes and leaned your head into his touch.
"Would you like me to stay with you?" He asked.
"I would love that, yes." You opened your eyes to look at him. Running his thumb over your cheek, he then untied his tie then pulled it from his neck. Turning over back onto your side, Crowley tossed his tie at the chair and then joined his body to yours. Resting your head on his arm he placed his other over your middle before finding your hand and holding onto it. His chin pressed into your shoulder and a warm puff of arm ran over your neck.
"Will you be here when I wake up?" You shush your voice, closing your eyes at the warm of his body.
"Uhmm." He hummed, pressing a sweet kiss on your head just behind your ear. For a demon he was really sweet when no one was looking and the best part was he was only sweet to you.
BONUS:
Dean stumbled down the stairs, rubbing his neck and letting out a big yawn. He joined Bobby and Sam at the table.
"Morning sleeping beauty." Bobby passed Dean a coffee mug. "Wasn't it your turn to watch Y/N?"
"Yeah, well Crowley took over for me." Dean replied taking a long sip of his coffee.
"Well, he must have done a good job, cause I didn't wake up once last night." Sam blinked in realization.
"Me neither." Bobby agreed. They all cocked there head to look down the hallway on the side of the stairs. Sam and Bobby followed right behind Dean as they neared your door. Pressing his ear up to your door to hear if you were moving or not, Dean began to twist the door knob in his hand. The door creaked slightly as it opened and inside the room the men saw you peacefully asleep. Long dragged out breaths came from you and Crowley as he laid on his back with you now resting your head on his chest. Your armed wrapped around his torso and his arm supporting your back as one of your legs laid between his. All the men stared at the scene before them.
"Uhhh, now what?" Bobby broke the silence.
"I don't know." Sam commented.
"Oh, this is going to take a while to get use to." Dean looked in with shocked eyes.
"Yep." Bobby turned. Sam and Dean followed after shutting the door behind them.