A/N I was in the mood to write a Crowley fic and it was early in the morning and this popped up. This is my first ever Reader x Someone fic so please go easy on me. Also, I got a request to continue this as some kind of series. It sounds like a really weird yet intriguing idea, but I don’t know… I’ll see how this pulls over here. Not really planning on continuing it anyway.
It was very late at night. You just got home from a night out with your friends and you were exhausted. The house was quiet when you entered, save for the muffled sounds coming from the television in the other room. You slipped off your shoes and carefully padded through the house, first going to turn off the TV. When that was finished, you made your way upstairs, careful not to make the wooden stairs, cold against your bare feet, creak. You opened the door to your bedroom ever so slowly and peeked inside. It seemed that he was sleeping, like you’d hoped. You grabbed your pajamas and began to change. Just as you finished slipping on your shirt, he spoke.
"Hello, love," it was gruff and a bit mumbled, but that was because he had recently woken up, "How was your night?"
"You were supposed to be asleep. It’s late."
"The King of Hell doesn’t have a bed time, gorgeous. Come," he rolled down the covers so you could slide in next to him. It was a wonderful warm and cozy feeling that washed over you the lower you sunk into the covers of your bed. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. You slid your arm slowly over his body until your hand was resting on his stomach.
"How was work?" you asked sleepily.
"Well, the Winchesters are as bothersome as always and nothing new has come up yet about the case they sent me out on."
"You’re always on about these Winchester brothers. You sure I can’t meet them?"
"Not a chance. They don’t know you even exist, and if they ever finally crack and come after me, I don’t want you to be on their list, as well. I couldn’t stand if they’d go after you," he sweetly kissed the top of your head, brushing your hair aside so he could get your forehead instead. You leaned up and locked lips with him.