You sit on the motel bed, cleaning your gun and reloading it for your next hunt tomorrow. Sam is doing research on the computer at the kitchen table, eyes serious and focused. Dean is laying on the other bed, sprawled out and cleaning his favorite knife with a cloth.
It's been a slow night, and the motel room is pretty quiet. You sigh quietly, missing Crowley. He told you that he was extremely busy, handling mutinous demons and controlling Hell. You understand, but you would much rather have him here with you. To touch you; sliding his skin up and down yours. To feel his lips against yours, the way they seemed like they were made to capture you. The way his cock split you wide open, the way you would feel the effects a day later. You whip your head up, realizing you were lost in fantasy and didn't hear Dean's question.
"Huh?" You say, looking at the hunter.
"I said you did a good job yesterday against that shape shifter." You beam at him; a compliment from Dean really meant something.
"Thanks Dean!" You answer happily.
He props himself up, sitting on the edge of the motel bed, knees slightly brushing yours.
"Really though, you are an amazing hunter, smart, fast, tough."
You blush a bit, overcome by Dean's compliment. "Gee Dean, aren't you being sweet tonight? How drunk are you?" You tease. He gives a forced chuckle, awkwardly rubbing his hand at the back of his neck.
"I just thought you should know how amazing you are. That you deserve the best." He says completely serious. His face leans in, and he is suddenly a little too close. You stare into his green eyes, confused by his sudden interest.
"Thanks Dean" you say carefully, suddenly a bit suspicious.
"Yeah, you deserve a man who's good, who can protect you" and he slowly places his hand on your knee, and you have to fight the urge to jerk it away. Oh, this just got awkward.
"I know Dean, but don't worry about me" you say, trying to keep your tone light and casual.
"Look, I can't help it. I...(y/n) I care about you." He's suddenly a little too close, his hand stroking your cheek, "and I want to be with you. I want you to be my girlfriend. You are amazing and I want-"
"Dean" you sigh, wishing this wasn't happening.
"Uh, Dean?" Sam calls, causing Dean to roll his eyes.
"Not now Sam" Dean says gruffly, not taking his eyes off of you.
"But Dean!" He calls a little more forcefully. Dean turns in irritation, before looking at Crowley, who is standing at the foot of the motel beds.
"Shit" Dean mutters a bit dejected.
"Now squirrel," Crowley states calmly, "please take your hands off of my lovely girl." Dean glares at Crowley, his eyes angry. Crowley smoothly stares back, a hint of fire burning in his eyes as he watches Dean slowly back away from you.
He stands up and walks over towards Crowley. "Thank you Dean" he says quietly.
Dean snaps his head toward Crowley, "Fuck you."
"Dean leave it alone. This is stupid," Sam admonishes. You creep over towards Sam in the kitchen while Crowley and Dean stare at each other.
"Dammit Sam, shut up. Fuck you Crowley. She's too damn good for you."
"Oh I agree, a noble hunter shacking up with the King of Hell? Doesn't make much sense to your narrow mind does it?" Crowley asks, his voice edgy.
"You don't deserve her. She should be with me" Dean growls, his voice low.
"Not so fast loverboy. Let me remind you that you spent your time in Hell torturing other souls" Crowley snaps. Your wince slightly, knowing that is a very sensitive subject for Dean.
Dean's lips curl, and he and Crowley begin a heated argument that is excruciating to watch.
"I'm sorry" Sam whispers to you.
"How long has this been going on?"
"Oh Dean's crush on you? Three months maybe, but it didn't get bad till he saw you with Crowley that one night." You sigh, exasperated by the whole situation. You love Dean, but as a friend. You've just never viewed him romantically, but you also hated to know that he was hurting.
"Guys!" you yell, causing Crowley and the older Winchester to face you. "Dean, I had no idea you felt that way. I swear. You are a great guy, an excellent hunter, and an amazing friend. But I don't see you that way, I'm so sorry."
"Dean" Crowley begins, "This little hunter is mine. She chose me. She can walk out anytime she wants, but she won't. You will never be with this gorgeous woman, because I will do everything in my power to keep her. I don't like people touching what is mine, and if it happens again, I can promise you this. I will rip your genitals off and burn them at the stake in the fire pits of Hell! Do I make myself clear?"
Dean juts his jaw out in defiance, looking like he's going to murder Crowley.
"You saw what happened to that Neanderthal at the bar, I don't feel like doing it again." Crowley warns, his voice dangerous. To be honest, this was the most terrifying you have ever seen him. Dean sighs in defeat before storming into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.
You turn to look at Crowley, and he grabs you by the hair, kissing you deeply. His tongue begins its conquest, deep and sensual. A soft moan escapes your mouth as his hand runs up your front to cup you breast. You grind slightly into him, feeling that he is already semi hard. You let your hand wander down his back before grabbing his ass. He moans into your mouth, a deliciously sexual sound that does things to your loins. Your pussy already getting wet for him. You are interrupted by Sam clearing is throat.
"Um, still here guys" he mutters, refusing to look up from his laptop screen. You instantly feel embarrassed, a blush crawling over your cheeks.
"I thought you were busy" you say quietly.
Crowley just shrugs, "I have tabs on you lovey, a little bird came and told me that someone was touching something that belonged to me. Naturally I had to correct the situation." You smirk at him, knowing he cares about you more than he lets on.
"So, don't you have business to get back to" you ask, sad to see him go so soon.
He gives you a wicked grin, "Oh my naïve little pet, you really think I would leave you alone tonight after the stunt that squirrel pulled?" You eye him curiously, wondering what he was planning. "I intend to spend the night with you, cuddling you till you fall asleep, you know."
"You just want Dean to have to watch you with your arms around me."
"Bingo sweetheart" he says before giving you a quick peck on the lips. He leads you over to the bed and you lay down, Crowley sinking in behind you. He snakes his arm around to capture you, pulling your back to his chest. He tangles his legs with yours as his hands absently stroke your breasts. His semi hard cock is at your ass, and you can't help but grind against it, teasing him. He gives a bite to your shoulder blade, part playful part punishment, but you just smile to yourself. You turn your head to give him a goodnight kiss, which he returns with a little lick to your bottom lip. You sink back in, eyes closing. But before you can fall asleep you hear Dean exit the bathroom before groaning in annoyance and disgust. You hear Sam suppressing a chuckle while Dean tries to get comfortable on the couch.
"Mine" Crowley whispers in your ear.
You bite your lip to suppress a grin, "Yes sir, yours."