Supernatural Imagines

Crowley ~ (Pure) Child

Part 5 in the Pure series. Sorry it's been a while, things have been pretty hectic. Part 3 of Broken is coming up soon! But for now, please enjoy some more Crowley.

"I'm not going to tell him, you tell him."

"Are you daft? There's no way I'm going to tell him. You were buddy-buddy with him for months, you tell him."

"No way Sam, he'll kill me."

"He's going to kill both of us anyway-"

"You're better with words Sam, you can explain it."

"Explain what? We don't even know what happened."

The argument had been going on for a while, especially once the boys realised that they had no idea what to do.

After everything, Crowley had spent a few weeks with you in that hotel room, you being in no hurry to leave until you sorted out your own state, and in no hurry to see anyone else but him. Crowley hadn't expected you to want to see Sam and Dean though.

You sighed softly when he raised his concern. "Dean definitely warrants that concern Crowley, but not Sam, or Cas for that matter, both of them helped, I think I owe it to them to let them know I'm doing okay."

"So just call them." Crowley said. "You don't have to go and see them and put yourself at risk."

You smiled at him, folding your arms. "Crowley, I thought we sorted this out. I'm yours, remember? There's no going back from that."

This softened his stance, but he still frowned at you. "Are you going to use that on me whenever I tell you not to do something?"

Your smile widened and stepped forward to kiss him on the cheek. "Now why would I do that?"

He had simply rolled his eyes at you.

When you returned to the bunker though, things hadn't been what you'd expected, Dean having vanished after Sam told you what happened with Metatron, where Dean had died. At first, you thought little of it, glad of a distraction, helping Sam and Castiel try and find information on what had happened to Dean, but then something clicked and you turned back to Crowley.

Crowley paused as soon as you asked, not meeting your eye. "Why would I know what happened to Squirrel?"

You folded your arms, staring him down. "By the sounds of it, you've been more involved in this than you've told me."

He cursed under his breath before looking at you. "Love, I don't want to put more on you."

"Crowley..."

"Dean is doing fine if it's any comfort." He continued. "Not that you should be worried about him after what he's done to you."

"I'm worried about Sam," You said. "I'm sure I don't need to tell you what lengths he's already gone to find out what's happened to Dean."

"Moose needs to learn to let go, move on."

"What did you do Crowley?"

"Nothing," He said quickly but he shuffled a little under your gaze. "I may have not told the boys the entire truth about the mark, that's all."

You sighed. "Crowley, what is wrong with Dean?"

"Nothing you need to worry about." He comes over and takes your cheeks in his hands, his look pleading. "I want you-I need you to stay away from Dean. Things aren't exactly...well, at the moment. I'd feel better if you weren't involved."