This imagine was requested by DangerouslyClose!
(Sorry it took so long! I had a bit of writer's block with this one... 😕)

This is the first Crowley imagine so thanks for that!

(If y'all want more Crowley, pls comment)

🎶Song for the imagine🎶: 'I Wanna Be Free' by Panic! At The Disco
(It may not fit the imagine but just listen to it from Crowley's POV)

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"What... Where's Dean?" You questioned as you looked over Sam's shoulder as he walked to you. He sighed slightly, "He went with Cas because Naomi has taken Metatron."

You held your forehead, "Cas? You go out for two minutes to check where Dean is and he's gone suddenly." Sam placed his hands in his pocket and you frowned.

"Well, let's get this trial going. The thought of Crowley becoming human is filling me with excitement," You said and walked into the old, wooden church.

Crowley sat in a chair, handcuffed, with chains around his neck. A red devil's trap was spray painted onto the floor below him. "You think these will hold me?" Crowley pulled on his cuffs and grunted, "You're... wrong."

"Yeah well, no harm in trying," You said and placed a hand on your hip. You and Crowley had a not-so-pleasant history with each other and you were glad you could remove his 'demon' status.

Sam walked over to the table at the other end of the room and filled a syringe with his blood. You heard him groan and you walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"You sure about this?" You whispered and he nodded, smiling softly. You stepped away and Sam walked towards Crowley.

"If you think injecting me with human blood will make me human-"

Sam ignored Crowley's words and inserted the injection into his neck. Crowley groaned but Sam looked at him with a confused look. There was no change in Crowley's attitude.

"See you in an hour Moose," Crowley smirked and had that irritating expression on his face that made your blood boil.

*****

"How we doing moose?" Crowley asked, "Is it about time for the next love injection?" He sounded extremely irritating. Sam held your arm and looked at you, noticing your annoyance.

You looked at the King of Hell with eyebrows raised when he started singing 'Changes' by David Bowie.

"Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes," He sang, "Turn and face the strange, ch-ch-changes. Just going to have to be a different man. Time may change me, but I can't trace-"

The whole building started to shake, as if an earthquake was in action. The doors swung open, the sound of it was defeaning. The floor was cracking down the middle, breaking the devil's trap that enslaved Crowley.

Abandon attacked Sam, throwing him to one of the walls. She looked to you with a grin then did the same to you.

You were knocked out cold, waking up after a while to find Abadon beating Crowley up and shouting at him. You couldn't make out what she was saying, the ringing in your ears was stopping you from comprehending anything.

You started to stand up, looking to the side to find Sam approaching her with a flask in his hand. Once Abadon turned around he flung the flask, dousing her with a clear liquid. He looked at her with disgust and threw the lit matches in his hand at her.

She lit up like a candle on a cake, her screams and tells pierced through the air as she burned. Soon enough Abadon escaped her vessel, a wave of black smoke made it's way out the window.

Sam looked to you and helped you up. He then went over to Crowley and picked up the chair he sat on. He was still handcuffed and powerless, thankfully.

"You did good back there moose," He said, tiredly and hoarsely, bleeding from his lips, nose and head, "I'm proud of you."

You rolled your eyes and Sam glanced at you before his eyes settled on the demon in the chair, "Thanks."

"W-What's that?" Crowley looked at the spray paint can in Sam's hand with genuine confusion. Sam bent down and sprayed the area where the crack in the ground had broken the trap.

"Are you joking? I just saved your life!" He said helplessly. You squinted at his behaviour right now. He seemed more human than usual...

"We just shared a foxhole, you and I. We beat back the Tet Offensive, outrun the-the Rape of Nanking together! And still you're going to do me like this?!" Crowley continued to blab and you looked at him with an utterly confused face.

Sam walked over to him, ignoring his nonsense, and sticking the needle into Crowley's neck. He yelled in pain.

He continued to talk, losing out on the accent you know so well and associate with him.

"Uh, 'Band of Brothers'? 'The Pacific'?! None of this means anything to you?" Crowley questions with sadness, "All those motels, you never once watched HBO, not once?!"

Sam tuned to look at you and you shrugged, unable to explain what was happening infront of you. You felt slightly frightened.

" 'Girls'? You're my Marnie, Moose. A-And Hannah... she just-she needs to be loved," Crowley went on and you wanted to interfere and shut him up, "She deserves it. Don't we all? You, me... we deserve to be loved. I deserve to be loved!"

He exclaimed sincerely and you looked to him with pity. Crowley looked to you, finally noticing that you were standing in the room as well. "I just want to be loved," He said comparatively softly.

"Crowley please-"

"[y/n] please, I just-I need you to know how I feel about you. Please, hear me, I'm not crazy!" He captured your attention, "All those shows... it's like the shows on tv! I l-love you and even though it sounds crazy you make me feel... alive. It's like a fire that can't be put out because your the oxygen in the air! Do you see what I'm saying?! I deserve to be loved by you!"

You stood there speechless and confused. You weren't sure if he was saying the truth, over all the HBO nonsense he had said.

"What?" Sam interrupted your thoughts and stepped forward. Crowley stared at him then shook his head slightly, looking straight ahead.

"What?" He said and then swallowed hard, having no clue of what he was talking about. You shrugged off the odd feeling within you and stepped away, eyebrows furrowed.

One thing you couldn't escape were his words... did he mean everything he said? Did he mean ANYTHING he said?

*****

Sam raised the next injection slightly and Crowley tilted his head to the side, allowing Sam to inject him. He was starting to cooperate, which means that the procedure is working.

Sam walked back to you, hands shaking and unable to stand up properly. "Sammy, you okay?" You asked and he gave you a tired nod.

"I'm just... give me a minute," He said and stumbled towards the washroom. You looked to him with concern then felt odd standing alone in the same room as Crowley.

The silence was starting to drive you crazy. You had to clear your throat once in a while to break the ringing in your ears.

You heard Crowley sigh and you looked at him for a moment, then back to your hands. "I... I meant what I said [y/n], in case you may be wondering," He sounded exhausted, "You always surprise me and you make me forget about this... this horrible life I live as the King of Hell."

He was on the verge of breaking into tears, "It sucks, you know, to be me. I would give anything... anything to change myself, to make you see me for the person I can be."

You kicked some gravel on the floor then looked to him, "Crowley, how do you expect me to love you or even like you when you've done such horrible things to me in the past?"

You rubbed your face, the memories of a time not such a long time ago came flooding back into your mind.

"You tortured me, you hurt me till I literally had nothing left inside and for what? For getting... information about the Winchesters," You tried to stabilise your shaky tone, "You beat me and locked me up in a dark cold cell just to know how the Winchesters were doing."

Crowley sighed, a tear flowing down his cheek, much to your surprise. "What was I supposed to do? I loved you that time too but I couldn't feel what I feel right now," He reasoned but you couldn't hold your anger in.

"What were you supposed to do?! LET ME GO YOU ASSHOLE!" You exclaimed, "You know, I did have feelings for the cool and slightly normal King of Hell who would do anything and everything for something he cares about."

He looked at you with sadness in his eyes. "But now I guess I know what kind of a person you are. You're either 'torturer supreme' or an emotional wreck," You said and turned away from him, "There's no in-between."

"But I love you. I love you more than anything. Isn't that supposed to mean something-"

You slapped him and bent down till your faces were centimetres apart, "Shut up Crowley! I don't want to hear your crap! Whatever you're feeling just forget about it and move on because I'll have a hard time loving you, given our past!"

You didn't notice that Sam had entered the room till his arms pulled you away from Crowley. "You okay [y/n]?" He asked and glanced at Crowley.

"Just finish this off. I can't stand it anymore," You crossed your arms and bit your lip in annoyance. You watched as Sam went to the table and started extracting more blood from his arm into the syringe.

Till the hour was complete, Crowley kept looking at you with sorrow, And you couldn't stand it.

You couldn't stand it one bit.