Sam sat outside of Crowley's prison. It was time for round three of the "What's wrong?/Nothing's wrong!" game. He didn't go in right away, since he heard Crowley was singing to himself, as he recently started to do. Dean would mock him for it, but Sam kind of liked to hear Crowley sing. Mostly because it was always something different. It was a nice break from the same rock cassettes Sam had heard most of his life and occasional old record they stumbled on.

"Lovely ladies/Waiting for a bite!

Waiting for the customers/

Who only come at night!"

Well, Sam did say it was always something different...

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Crowley tried not to notice how Sam always seemed to come in just as he finished singing. He berated himself for acting like a lovestruck schoolgirl. He was the rightful king of bloody hell, for sin's sake. "Moose, you've come again to my boudoir? Third time this week. People will talk..." he greeted saucily, resting his chin on his hands.

Sam looked at the demon sternly. "You know what I'm here to ask..." Crowley smirked. "And you know my reply. Though, I am willing to give up more names, if you want..." Sam folded his arms and sighed. Crowley smirked, relieved Sam didn't press the issue. "Now, do you want the names alphabetically or in order of "need for you to gank"?"

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"At least Crowley will be earning his keep in Dean's eyes today." Sam thought as he scribbled names down. "It's better than nothing..." "And that's all I got for you, Moose." Crowley stated, putting his hands in front of him on the desk.

"Thank you, Crowley." Sam noticed the side of the demon's mouth twitch up briefly. "You're welcome... Might want to take some time with that list, though. It's all I'm going to give you..." Sam frowned. "You only gave me five names!"

"I believe you said what I knew is what's keeping me alive..." Something snapped in the hunter. Sam slammed his hands down on the table. "NOT IF YOU DON'T COOPERATE! I've tried being gentle, because part of me wants to put a little faith in you..."

"I told you to put your faith elsewhere..."

"SHUT UP! Look, you're alive because Dean believes you can be useful and I believe in the Crowley I saw in the church. You give us any reason to give up, you die. It's as simple as that. And while we don't give up impossible things easily, you've been pushing it. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!?"

Sam panted. Internally, he chastised himself for letting Crowley get to him. The demon just made him feel so conflicted lately. He wanted to believe he could be reformed, but he had four years of antagonism against one night of vulnerability...

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Crowley's back was pressed against his chair, his eyes bulging. He thought he was prone to mercurial outbursts... He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Wow, Sam. I love it when you get forceful, but that right there..." Sam brushed his hair back, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, well, I'm just tired of people keeping things from me. You, Dean..."

"Squirrel?"

"It's none of your business..."

"I know what you're talking about, Sam. You seem to forget I've literally read your book..."

Sam sighed. "I know. I'm still not telling you..."

"Now who's keeping secrets, Moose?" Crowley said as Sam headed to the door. Sam just shook his head, heading to the door. He started humming "Lovely Ladies". Crowley's heart skipped a bit. He was listening to him sing...

He shifted uncomfortably again. He recognized the source of his discomfort. He looked down. "Bugger. He has to be doing this on purpose..." he thought.

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A/N: Yeah, I didn't think I'd be writing more of this. I'd intended "In My Veins" to just be a one-shot, but I got more ideas. Plus, it's letting me use a few concepts from a scrapped fanfic idea I had (I scrapped it because season 9 pushed it too far into AU territory before I could write it, unlike "Charlie and Cas", which I starting writing BEFORE it was officially AU...), like Crowley imprinting on Sam as a side effect of the failed cure. So, yay! Carry on, my wayward companions!

-CH