Supernatural One shots

Crowley

As you sat in the bunker's study, Sam and Dean came through the door with a guy that had a bag over his head and his hands cuffed behind his back. You stood up and walked over to them, as Dean pushed the man into the miniature dungeon that they found out they had after a few weeks of living here. Sam grabbed your arm before you followed Dean. He pulled you to the side and into the study again.
"(y/n) you might not want to go in there," Sam said as he stood in front of you.
"And why not? And since when do we keep prisoners?"
"Since we found Crowley and we want answers out of him," he said as he looked away from you and towards where Dean and Crowley went.
Crowley is the king of hell and he is evil. You never hunt with Sam and Dean but they always keep you informed on what is happening. There was pain that was in Sam's eyes and you could see that. You wondered what he was hiding. You turned away and walked towards the dungeon.
You could hear Crowley yell out in pain. You knew Dean was torturing and you didn't know why. Dean is the kind of guy to shoot first and ask questions later, unlike you. You wanted answers first. You walked in the Dungeon and saw Dean with a bottle of holy water in his hands. Crowley was sitting there in the chair with a Devil's trap under him, and cuffs around his wrist and neck. On the cuffs, you saw a devils trap and other carvings.
"Oh hello. Who might this darling be?" Crowley said as he looked up at you and smiled.
You rolled your eyes and looked at Dean, who turned around to face you with an emotionless face. You walked over to Dean and put your hand on his cheek, "Dean don't torcher him first."
You pushed Dean out of the dungeon and turned to face him. Crowley was looking you over with a smirk on his face. "Oh thank you sweetheart. He was always a dick," he said as he smiled.
You walked over to Crowley and slapped him. "Dean isn't a dick, unlike you."
"Oh sweetheart, I like you. You're feisty. You smirked at him and put your hands on your hips.
"Now tell me, what does Dean want with you?"
"Don't you know? I'm the king of hell! He just wants information," he said as he looked over you again, "He won't get any."
You walked around Crowley and ran your hand along his cheek, "Don't underestimate me. I may not hunt, but I have skills," you said in a slight whisper.
"Is that so?" he asked as he took your hand and pulled you closer to him. You were now face to face to Crowley and you couldn't help but notice his beautiful features. You looked down at his lips and back up at his eyes. Crowley leaned in and kissed you sweetly.
You pulled away and turned away from him. You couldn't do this. You can't have feelings for him. He is a dick who would only use you to get free.
"Sweetheart, I know what you're thinking. I like you. I like you a lot."
You turned around to face him, "you just met me, how can you like me?"
"Call it...instinct," he said with a smirk.
You smirked and walked out and walked over to Dean, "go for it," you smiled and walked back to the study.