“There's no way he'll help us, Y/N,” Dean argues.

“Crowley's helped you guys in the past. Why wouldn't he help now?" you retort.

“He's the King of Hell. He's not going to help us hunt other demons,” he rationalizes.

“He might!” you protest. “Crowley isn't exactly thrilled with the demons that followed Abaddon. We need his help, Dean.”

“I am not going to ask for that dickbag's help, Y/N!” the older Winchester snaps.

“Fine!" you match his tone. “I'll do it. It's probably a better chance at him saying yes to me than you anyway.”

To be perfectly honest, you were hoping you'd be the one to talk to Crowley. Secretly, you'd had a crush on the debonair demon since you had first met him. His charming smile and delicious accent made you shiver. You couldn't deny that you had the hots for the King of Hell, although you kept it a secret, because Dean would never let you live it down if he found out.

You gathered the supplies needed to summon Crowley, but before you could put them together, a strong smell of sulfur washed over you.

“Hello, darling.”

The voice sent shivers down your spine as you turned to face him. "Hello, Crowley," you smirked, taking a few confident strides towards him.

“You called?” he says, squinting at you.

“Well, I was about to, but you beat me to it,” you chuckle.

“What is it you want from me, Y/N?”

“I need your help on this case. Well, we do. Dean and I. He just didn't want to ask,” you roll your eyes.

“Is that so?” Crowley asks. “And what is it you and Squirrel need my help with, exactly?”

“There's a group of demons in the next town over, causing havoc and running amuck. We thought you'd be able to get rid of them.”

“And why would I do that?”

"We have reason to believe that these demons were Abaddon's followers… You honestly expect me to believe you don't want to gut open every single meber of her little cult?" you say.

“Hmm…” he answers. “I'll make you a deal. I will help you if you do something for me…” Crowley says slyly.

“And what would that be?” you question suspiciously.

“I will help you and Squirrel, if you, Y/N, go to dinner with me,” he smirks.

“Really? That's what you want? A date?” you ask incredulously.

“Of course. You are rather attractive, darling,” he replies, bringing a blush to your cheeks.

"Okay. Sounds like a deal…" you confirm, smiling.

“And now we have to seal the deal, love,” Crowley purrs, closing the distance between you. You kiss him with the same amount of fierceness he is giving you, pulling away only when air becomes a necessity for you. "I think you enjoyed that more than you should've," he chuckles.

“Well, then maybe you should try again,” you giggle, pulling him in for another kiss.