Crowley had expected Sam and Dean to walk off, leaving him trapped in the bunker with a knife embedded in his hand. Dean had never warmed up to him, even after all the demon had done for the two hunters. To his surprise, Sam comes back, going to help him.
"Moose?" He questions, watching as the hunter slowly eases the knife from his hand, muttering a quick apology about Dean, as usual.
"Dean might not believe you, but I do." Sam's just full of surprises as the hunter bandages his hand, not quite looking the demon in the eyes. "I also know that you're helping because of something else. What is it?"
Such as smart Moose.
"I got nothing to lose," Crowley says with a shrug, missing the odd look in Sam's eyes. Because it was true, wasn't it? After discovering how much he hated ruling Hell, it made him realize that he didn't even have a place among the Winchesters. Doing this would only even the score with Lucifer, and right now, he could hardly care about that.
"That's not true." He hears Sam mumble, surprised when lips were being pressed against his own. "You have me." Sam whispers against his ear, and Crowley feels something in his chest tighten as his hands rise up to keep the human there. "If you want." The hunter adds, arms wrapping around the demon's waist.
"Why would I want anyone else?" Crowley finally gets out, letting Sam kiss him again.
It turned out that the demon did have something after all.
Sorry that it took so long to get this done. My summer was really busy with me working, and now that college has started back up again, I'm going to be really busy with my school work, and actual work. Regardless of that, I don't plan to stop writing Mooseley any time soon. I have a few fic ideas that I'm working on, but my writer's block has been giving me Hell for about two months now.
Anyway! I plan on writing whenever I can, so stay tuned!