This is stupid. You're so mad you can't even think straight. Just keep driving, keep driving. The long expanse of road looks like it's never going to end, dotted by the occasional cactus or dead animal. The drive from Michigan to Nevada is less than thrilling, especially when you are doing it on your own. You sigh loudly, the smell of the cheap Nissan you bought giving you a head ache.
Why couldn't Dean just have relaxed!? He couldn't just leave it alone?
The elder Winchester continued to be jealous of your relationship with the King of Hell. He flirted with you at all times of the day. Soft touches for no reason, standing too close. The compliments became persistent and incessant. One night he even got hammered and crawled into bed with you. And then he kissed you!
You shake your head, trying to push the memory from your mind. This was too complicated. Crowley was the only one who mattered to you, and you were tired of Dean trying to stop you. You liked Crowley...a lot, otherwise you wouldn't be going to Nevada to marry him. That's what people did when they were in love right? Holy shit! You love Crowley. You are madly, deeply, uncontrollably in love with the King of Hell. You've never been in love before, and now you're going to get married.
You turn up the music louder, hoping a little AC/DC will drown out your erratic thoughts. "Jesus Christ I need a drink" you mutter to yourself. You think back to Dean, and get a bit nauseous. At one point you did have a crush on the hunter, one you thought you'd never get over. But then something happened, something to ease the pain of these unhealthy and unrequited feelings. You met Crowley, and you were utterly twitterpated. He was dark and mysterious, sensual, and a bad boy. He helped you forget about Dean. You feel appreciated and desirable with the demon. You blush thinking about all the different ways he has taken you, dominated you, claimed you. But then you think about the other stuff. You smile thinking about the gentle way he teases you. He protects you from everything, even little bugs that crawl into your shower. Whenever you are scared or upset, it's like he can sense it and arrives immediately. You think about how he talks to you, the way he can carry on a conversation for hours, and actually cares about your thoughts and opinions. This is a man who would move mountains for you, but would also just talk to you until the end of time, enjoying your presence. You told Crowley that Dean's incessant flirting was annoying and that you didn't know what to do. Dean was a good friend after all, and you didn't want any troubles with him to alienate you from your friend Sam. You were completely taken aback at his suggestion of marriage, though.
"Let's face it lovey" he had said "we are dynamite together. I've claimed you as mine so why not? Be my Queen of Hell." Wow queen of hell, that's kind of above your pay grade. You liked being with Crowley, he was so sexy, and what girl doesn't want to get married. But, an eternity was a long time, especially with someone who you should be hunting. It doesn't make sense any way you think about it, and yet, a part of you wants to try it. With Crowley, you feel as though you can do anything. You feel worthy of anything. How often does someone make you feel that way?
The memories play through your head like a movie reel. And you can't help the face splitting grin at your mouth. Before you know it you arrive to the Las Vegas chapel; obviously a traditional church was kind of out if the question for this particular union. You see Crowley waiting outside the entrance, dressed in his black suit.
"Isn't it bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?" You call as you exit your car.
"Are you expecting anything to go wrong?" He questions, teasingly.
You give him a kiss, his heated lips capturing yours. Hot and steamy, full of passion, but there was something new. Something you've never felt before.
You smile at him before biting your lip in contemplation.
"What's wrong my little hunter?"
"Do you love me?" He looks at you calmly, as if you asked him what day it is.
"I enjoy your company. I care for you deeply, I find myself very protective of you. Sexually you drive me mad, in the most inexplicably best way."
You smile at his words, but reiterate your question "but do you love me?"
"My sweet, before I met you, I thought of love as a myth told to children to make them feel better about their wretched lives. Even if such a thing existed, I was not sure I'd be able to feel or reciprocate it." Your face falls slightly, but you hide it well. "But" he adds, causing you to look back into his eyes, "I feel something with you. Something that…scares me. I think of losing you and I instantly feel as though I'm being crushed by the weight of the world. I care about you, more than I care about myself. I don't know if love exists, but if it does? I definitely feel it for you, with all of my black heart."
You have to blink back tears, overwhelmed by his beautiful words. This demon feels something for you, and he's scared, but refuses to back away from it.
"Shall we" he prompts, and you follow him into the chapel. Surprisingly it's decorated rather nicely, flowers everywhere, with a man waiting to marry you at the end of the aisle. Crowley snaps his fingers and you are suddenly in a white dress, truly beautiful. "My dear, you are iridescent," he compliments in awe, taken aback by your beauty. You smile back, half ecstatic half scared out of your mind. Is this really happening?
As you begin to walk down the aisle with him you can't help but ask, "Why do you want to marry me?"
"Because I want to spend the rest of eternity with you. To be by your side every waking moment. You care for me the way no one has. You don't try to change me, but you aren't afraid to stand up for what you believe is right. I respect you, and I can't imagine being without you. I'm in love with you, and if this is the way I can prove it to you, I am more than willing to do so."
You fight the urge to hug yourself, a warmth growing in the pit of your stomach, stretching out over every inch of your skin. True Love. A concept you never thought you would find out in the world.
You arrive at the altar with Crowley, but before the man can start the ceremony, the doors fly open.
You become alarmed and turn to look, only to see Dean Winchester storming in. His green eyes filled with desperation. Crowley groans slightly, unamused at Dean's outburst.
"Don't do this!" he yells. You stare at him, unable to think of anything to say. How can he do this to you? Why can't he just see how happy you are with Crowley? You don't want to hurt your best friend, but you deserve to be happy!
"Now Dean-"Crowley warns, tired of Dean's interferences.
"Shut the hell up Crowley" Dean snaps. "Just let me say what I came here to say." Surprisingly, Crowley says nothing and just gives a slight nod. Dean turns his attention towards you, "(Y/n), I know this is totally uncool. I never I thought I'd be that schmuck crashing a girl's wedding, but I care about you. I want to be with you, and Crowley doesn't deserve you. I don't want to let you go. I know you think I'm only interested because I was jealous, but I promise that isn't true. Just give me a chance."
"I did." You state simply. "But you know what? You never wanted me. And as I look at you now, I can honestly say I feel nothing. You are my best friend, but I am in love with Crowley, and you cannot stop me from being with him. He treats me well and keeps me safe. He loves me, and as far as I'm concerned, a person like that deserves to be with me. I don't like seeing you hurting, but I also can't pretend that I feel things for you. If you really cared about me, you would let me make my own decision. And I choose Crowley, and I will pick him every single time."
"I'm sorry" Dean whispers to you. "I will always care about you. And you're right, if I cared about you enough I would realize that…I can't give you what you need. And I never will" He sounds a bit hurt, but also confident in his words. He gives a small smile to you, "Goodbye (y/n)." You smile at him. You care so much for him, but he is right. There was one person meant for you, and it was the King of Hell.
"Good bye" you whisper, before he walks out the doors to the Impala. You stare into Crowley's eyes, which are full of amazement and joy.
"Hurry up" he says sternly to the man. "I need to be married to this woman as quickly as possible."
The pastor looks a bit overwhelmed by the whole situation and fumbles around before clearing his throat. "Umm, sir do you?"
"With every fiber of my being."
"Do you?" he asks, addressing you.
"Of course!" you answer, fighting back giggles.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."
"Come here, my love." You jump into his arms as he whirls you around. He kisses you deeply, his lips treasuring your touch. He puts his soul into the kiss, worshiping every part of your mouth. You break apart from the kiss, staring into his dark eyes.
"I still get to hunt demons right?" you tease in between giggles.
He just laughs, "Anything you wish. Those poor bastards won't know what hit them." He plants another kiss on you, squeezing your body to himself tightly as if you might vanish from within his arms. You laugh as you hug him, incandescently happy. Who knows what the future holds for you? There will be challenges, and pain. But there will also be love and happiness. One thing is for sure…you aren't facing it alone.