AN: This one was also amazing to write as well. I love doing these so much! If you have any request, you can send me an ask. It doesn't have to be based only the prompts on there, it can be based on anything you have in mind for Mooseley.
"Sing to me, please?"
"Sing to me, please?" Sam asked with his mouth full of blood, eyes clouded as he gazed at Crowley's blurry form. The demon fell to his knees, taking Sam's head and trying to stop the human from choking on his own blood.
"Sam-" Before Crowley had a chance to say anything else, the youngest Winchester closed his eyes, going limp in the demon's arms. "Don't you dare, Moose." Crowley hissed, a foreign sensation of dampness forming in his eyes. It had been years since he had last shed any tears, but of course, Sam Winchester would force him to feel these emotions.
He would be damned if he ever let his Moose die, so hours later of persistent chanting and brewing (the only thing he could ever thank his mother for), Sam was opening his eyes.
Crowley would never admit it, but he had never felt more relieved in his entire life, and afterlife.
"You were dead," Crowley mutters, trying to keep his expression neutral. "I was just able to bring you back."
"Thank you." Is all Sam can say, looking deep into Crowley's brown eyes. There was something there, something neither could say out loud. The king let out a deep breath, moving closer and pulling Sam in for a desperate kiss, one that made the human gasp, grasping the demon's suit to pull him closer.
"If you ever do that again, I'll be the one to kill you." Crowley huffed as he pulled away from Sam's lips, forehead pressed against the human's shoulder.