AN: I also really enjoyed writing this one so much! Please, keep sending these requests and I'll write even more drabbles.
I don't want to lose you, not now, not ever
His hands were practically shaking as he gripped the unconscious demon, looking at all the bruises and blood from Lucifer's attack. The only sound he could hear was the blood rushing through his body, his heart pounding against his ribcage.
"He planned to distract Lucifer long enough for us to attack," Castiel informed, glancing at Sam as he did.
"Holy shit." Dean breathed out, his own face now sporting a dark bruise on his left cheek, and a busted lip from the fight. "Let's get him back to the bunker. I wouldn't even leave him like this."
It turned out Sam didn't leave his side at all. After hours of silence, he softly whispered, "Come on, Crowley. Wake up, please." He was unaware of the shifting fingers, his own eyes only focusing on the leftover bruises that Castiel had healed. The next words were more of a plea, soft and desperate, "I don't want to lose you, not now, not ever" Sam closed his eyes, hanging his head.
Then there was a thumb gently stroking his cheek, equally soft words being spoken back. "You're not going to, darling." Sam's heart leaped into his throat, and before he had a chance to respond, Crowley was pulling him down for a kiss, one that Sam couldn't stop from melting against. "Now you know how I feel, love," Crowley mumbled against the lips, and Sam didn't bother responding as he let the demon capture his lips once more.