AN: Wow! I got a lot of requests for this one, but I don't mind.
"Can I hold your hand?"
It was strange but almost not surprising that their relationship developed inside the dungeon, behind locked doors and Dean's concerned eyes. There was something that had always been between them, amplified during the trials, and then understood during the months that followed.
Dean and Castiel shared a profound bond, but now, there was that level of bond between him and Sam. So when the hunter would come down, hair just begging to be played with, speaking to him as if he weren't a monster and even offering small smiles, the king of Hell knew he was doomed.
Lucky enough, he wasn't the only one that was doomed. Sam felt it too, and that's where things developed. It started off with Sam coming down more often, bringing research to get input, then bringing books to just relax.
It was nice, but somehow, the Moose managed to make things better.
"Can I hold your hand?" It wasn't natural to see or hear the tall man so shy, and that was the moment Crowley knew.
'Bloody Hell', he thought as he reached over to hold Sam's hand. 'I love this idiot'