"Come sit on my lap," Crowley teased the taller Winchester with a mischievous smirk, despite having a split lip and blood on his face. His eyes had a glint that wasn't there when Dean came into the dungeon for another one of their 'visits.'
"You really need to stop pissing him off." Sam huffed as he looked at the blood on the demon's face, no doubt from not cooperating and teasing Dean too much.
"It's too easy these days," Crowley smirked again, eyes trailing down the human's frame slowly, almost appreciatively. "Not you though, Moose." Sam rolled his eyes at that, letting out a small huff as he sat down in the adjacent chair.
"If you would just cooperate with him.." Sam mumbled, placing the blank piece of paper on the table and gently pushing it forward. The king of hell looked at the paper, then looked up at Sam with a hum.
"Let's make a deal, Moose." Crowley interrupted, and Sam scowled at him with a frown, about to say something when the demon spoke up again. "I'll write down all the names I know for one small thing in return."
"What's the 'small' thing?" Sam somehow scowled more, and Crowley merely smirked.
The next day, Sam made his way to the dungeon and sat in Crowley's lap, smiling slightly against the lips against his.
I loved writing this one lmao, I had so many different ideas for it though. If you have any request in mind, just let me know on tumblr.