At that moment you didn't feel very demonic or evil. Frozen in your chair, your body shivered uncontrollably. .Crowley leaned forward, his eyes flashing red, trapping you in your chair. Trying hard not to flinch and pull away, you stared into the now calm chocolate eyes of the King of Hell."Did squirrel try to make another deal? I didn't think Moose had died again." Crowley said in your ear, his deep voice low and deadly."Moose and squirrel?" You squeaked, not understanding where he was going with this. Crowley played with the collar of your shirt, his eyes showing that he was growing impatient with you."Dean and that brother of his. What the hell were you doing with them?"Deciding that coming clean would be your best option, you told him everything. He stood up and paced in front of the fire as he listened, his face calm and controlled. That scared you more than if he had been yelling and kicking. A quiet, calm king was a deadly one, you had learned that quickly enough."So let me see if I got this straight. You're taking time off from being a Demon to become a bloody hunter? And with the Winchesters no less. Next you'll tell me you've never killed anyone.""Well." You said, knowing he wouldn't like the truth."Bloody hell Y/N, what type of demon are you anyways?" Crowley muttered, completely baffled by you."A bad one?" You mumbled, unsure where this entire conversation was going.Crowley finally stopped pacing, his velvet robe settling around his legs. He sunk into his chair, pouring himself a nice glass of whiskey. Raising it to you in question, you shook your head. "Won't even drink. Where did I go wrong?" He muttered to himself.As you sat there, Crowley down the drink and poured another, his eyebrows creased in thought. Muttering to himself, you were only able to catch every other word, not enough to make any sense. Finally coming to some sort of conclusion, he turned to face you. His face was full of glee, a look seldom seen on the King of Hell's face. This look of glee scared you more than anything before, and you knew you wouldn't like what was going to come. "Do you know why I've always kept you close?" He asked. Shrugging your shoulders, you kept silent, not trusting your voice. "Because no matter how hard I tried to break you, to turn you evil. I wasn't able to squash that tiny light that shown from within you. It drew me to you when you first summoned me, and to this day it still draws me in. You had such a beautiful soul, so sparkling and pure. No matter what we did, you wouldn't lose that spark of humanity. It was refreshing, being near someone like that in a place that is so dark and boorish.""And?" You replied, in awe that you had something that the king was jealous of."And this spark is what's going to pull off my greatest plan ever." Crowley exclaimed, almost rubbing his hands together in anticipation.You stayed in the chair, your mouth open in shock as Crowley explained that he wanted to use you as his own personal spy."But, I can't be a spy! You said it yourself, I had a pure soul. How am I supposed to do something so deceitful? Sam and Dean will figure me out in no time!" "That's why this is so perfect. You aren't evil. Hell, you don't even act like a Demon. They won't suspect you at all! And if I know Dean he's probably already trying to get into your pants. He could never resist a pretty face." At that you blushed, showing Crowley your true emotions about the eldest Winchester. Crowley clapped his hands in excitement. "I don't believe how easy this all will be. You will distract Dean with your feminine charms. Learning everything about them and those bloody Men of Letters. Than when the time is right, you will help us swoop in, and get rid of those annoying bastards once and for all."With a flick of his hand, Crowley transported you back to your room in the bunker. Collapsing onto your comfortable bed, you held your head in your hands. Wondering just what kind of mess you had gotten yourself into. One minute you were living your boring life, the next you were learning to be a hunter. On top of that, becoming a spy at the same time. And on top of that you were supposed to distract Dean. Distracting Dean wouldn't be too hard. You had already developed feelings for the green eyed hunter. And you had a feeling he liked you as well. But now, you were worried that your job would get in the way, and you wouldn't know what your true feelings were.As you contemplated everything that had gone on in such a short time span, there was a soft knock on your door.Standing up, you pulled the hem of your shirt down and patted your hair, before partially opening the door. A pair of green eyes met yours, a shy smile on a freckled face."Can I come in?" Dean whispered."Sure." You replied, holding the door wider. "But why are we whispering? ""Because I don't want to wake Sam." Dean said, louder this time now that he was safely in the confines of your room. You stood there awkwardly, not sure what to do or say next."So I, umm." Dean started, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I wanted to see how you were, if you had everything you needed."Smiling reassuringly at Dean, you sat on the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to you. Dean complied, and he sat, his pajama pant leg brushing against your bare one. The slight touch sent shocks running through your body, causing your face to flush."Everything's fine Dean. I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me. You and Sam. You took me in when you didn't need to. You rescued me, and gave me a place to stay, and a family when i didn't have one. I don't know how i will ever repay you."Dean took that moment to put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. Laying your head on his shoulder, you relaxed for the first time in days."You will have a home with us for as long as you want, I hope you understand that. And for repaying us, don't worry about it. It's the least we could do."Dean pulled his arm away from you, and you shivered at the lack of touch. Befoe leaving, he leaned down and placed a sweet, chaste kiss on your cheek. Noot something you would have expected from the big hunter, but it was a pleasant surprise. "Sleep well." He told you, before closing the door behind him.Touching your cheek, you knew that falling for Dean would be the easiest part of your job. But if Crowley had his way, it would be the hardest part too.