What’s your name?
When you opened your eyes, you were surprised to see your reflection on a mirror. You are wearing a black V-Neck sleeveless dress paired with red heels. On your ears are sparkling diamond earrings. A black clutch, which you assume to be yours is leaning against the mirror.
You steadied yourself on a sink as you tried to make sense of the situation. The last thing you could remember is being face to face with a Djinn, then everything went pitch black. That could only mean one thing, you’ve been poisoned. Now, you could see that you are in a women’s bathroom and you’re relieved to find that no one else is in there as you tried to think of what’s the best course of action. You know that there are different variations of Djinn poison effects and that meant there are also different ways of waking yourself up from the dream. You do recall Sam saying that the Djinns you were hunting that night were of a rare form and as far as your researches went, only the antidote could wake you up unless Sam or Dean get a hold of a dream root but then this special Djinn has some sort of barrier that makes it possible albeit difficult for others to invade your mind.
You opened your clutch to see if you have a phone. Maybe you could try calling Dean or Sam, they’d know what to do or who to ask. You were disappointed when you only found a tube of lipstick and a compact powder inside. You held your clutch as you straightened your dress with your hands. You knew staying there won’t get you anywhere.
You went out of the bathroom and you were taken aback when you found yourself in a luxurious restaurant. There were gold columns that reach towards the high ceilings adorned with crystal chandeliers. There were red satin drapes over the floor length windows and the moonlight passed through gracefully. A string quintet in the middle of the room was playing a cheerful song and a faint resonance of the conversations of the people seated everywhere was slightly audible. Everyone seems to be chatting away happily.
The Djinn sure got it right, you definitely love the idea of dining out at this sort of place. Even just for a night, you’d love to take a break from all the brutal hunting business. Just a day where you could enjoy the finer side of life without worries.
‘Isn’t it beautiful?‘
A familiar voice interrupted your thoughts as you stood there admiring your surroundings. You swiftly turned around to look at the owner of the voice you knew too well. You turned to see Crowley standing there before you.
‘Well, not as beautiful as you are, love.‘, he said as he held your hand in his. He lifted your hand and kissed the back of it gingerly.
‘Come, darling, let’s get back to our table.‘, he whispered as he placed his hand on the small of your back and lead you across the room to a secluded spot where your table is situated.
He pulled your chair out and helped you get seated before he sat across you.
Well, you can’t exactly say that you’re bewildered to see Crowley there. It is a representation of your heart’s desire after all. You’ve always had a special spot for Crowley. You met him at a time in your life when you felt lost. It’s kind of hard to imagine, but you’re practically best friends with the King of Hell. You’ve met him long before you started working with the Winchesters. Somewhere along all those years, you’ve fallen in love with him. You’re not really sure how though. Maybe it was because he was such a charmer. It could be because your conversations with him are phenomenal, he was a good listener and he always had something wise to say. It could also because he makes you feel comfortable and when you’re around him, you feel that you could be yourself. He was not one to judge and you just loved it when he’s around. He may be a demon but he’s very familiar with the essence of humanity. You reveled in his presence and he always made you feel safe. All your life you’ve been battling all sorts of creatures and because of that, you’ve accustomed yourself to being alert all the time. But with Crowley, he just makes you feel safe and all these years you’ve actually thought you could never understand how it is feel protected. He may be the King of Hell, but he understands you really well, it was like you’ve both known each other before. Everything about him just makes you feel at home.
Now that it seems that you and Crowley are on a date, you’re having second thoughts about having to wake up from your dream. This is what you want. Crowley looking at you as someone other than a hunter, as someone who is more than a friend to him, as someone special. You always wish that behind all the knowing glances and the inside jokes you share with Crowley, he’s got this one little spark for you. You also wish that it’s be easy to just ask him about it but you do not want to put your friendship on the line. All these pining and doubting is just torture to you. At least in this dream land of yours, there’d be no such thing.
However, from what you’ve heard from Dean, it’s possible that there’d be a catch to this Djinn poison. Maybe the ‘Crowley‘ here is not the man you have known.
‘Is something wrong darling?‘, Crowley asked. You’ve got a confused look on your face as you pondered on the situation.
‘Wait, so you’re Crowley? the King of Hell?‘, you asked as you looked at him expectantly.
‘What? Yes, pet. It’s me. Are you alright?‘, Crowley inquired worriedly.
‘Just making sure.‘, you answered.
‘What’s gotten into you love?‘, Crowley inquired.
‘Nothing.‘, you replied.
He looked at you apprehensively. He reached out his hand to caress yours.
You smiled reassuringly at him. It seems that he’s the Crowley you’ve grown fond of. He has always been one for showing you how concerned he is for you. Whenever you’d go out on a hunt, he’d always make it a point to check on how you’re doing from time to time. At first you actively questioned his motives since it is in his nature as a demon to be manipulative and controlling. He did tell you it’s only because he knows he could trust you.
There is only one way to know if he’s the Crowley you have grown to love.
‘Do you remember how we met?‘, you asked as you looked at him anxiously. This is the question that would help you decide if you’re going to leave or not.
‘How could I forget? I was tied up to a chair inside a vampire’s nest and you rescued me. I could still see the look on your face when you held up your demon blade towards me. You’ve always been a feisty girl and I love that.‘, he said, joyfully reminiscing.
Your heart was instantly filled with joy at every word he said. Maybe there’s no bad side to this dream world after all.
The string quintet started playing a mellow tune. You were surprised to see Crowley stand up and reach out his hand towards you. ‘Can I have this dance?‘, he said as he looked at you, a sweet smile on his face. You placed your hand on his as you stood up. He lead you to the dance floor in the middle of the room.
He turned to face you and you giggled as you snaked your arms around his neck. ‘What’s so funny love?‘, he asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist and you both swayed to the music. ‘Nothing, I just couldn’t imagine that I’d see you dancing.‘
‘Well, you’re special.‘, he replied. You smiled at him, speechless at what he just told you. It never occurred to you that you’d see the day that he’d be saying those words to you.
You thought that it’s all too good to be true but you told yourself to see how it goes first.
‘I have to say Y/N. I’m very lucky to have you by my side.‘, he said softly, breaking you away from your thoughts…doubts.
He lifted his hand up to caress your cheek, his thumb grazing lightly across your skin. You looked up at him in anticipation. He just looked at you, observing your face, his eyes gazing at yours, a smile playing ardently on his lips.
‘What?‘, you asked smiling, a bit embarrassed that his eyes made you feel that he could see right through your soul.
‘Nothing, I just thought you’re all I ever need.‘, he replied, his thumb stroking your cheek gently.
‘Thank you for trusting me.. even when no one could.‘, he said softly as he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on your lips. You closed your eyes as you cherished the sensation of his lips against yours. You’ve only seen this moment in your wildest dreams and apparently, it’s happening now.
He smiled at you when he pulled away. Maybe this place is not bad as you thought it should be. There seems to be no catch at all in this dreamworld of yours and so far, you love it. Maybe it’s better to stay here.
An hour later, Crowley teleported you in front of a large house with white fences and huge front yard. The place looked like one of those doll houses you had when you were a child. You longed to live in such a place when you were younger and it just occurred to you that your dream has come true.
You looked through your bag for the keys and sure enough there was one and it fitted the lock on the front door. You tried so hard to contain your excitement as you went inside.
‘Come on in.‘, you told Crowley as you placed your bag on a nearby table. ‘I’m going to get us something to drink. The usual?‘, you asked as you looked back at him sitting on the sofa at the center of your living room. You walked down a hallway, opening a few doors here and there as you looked for the kitchen. You finally reached your kitchen and your mouth must have hung open in awe at the wonderful setup of the counters and appliances. You even have a mini bar. You went to get glasses and a bottle of Crowley’s favorite Craig scotch.
You returned to the living room and saw the Crowley is standing. You placed the bottle and glasses on the table.
‘I’ve got something for you.‘, he said deliberately as you were pouring out the drinks. He walked towards you and placed a silver necklace around your neck. You looked down on the pendant hanging down your neck. It’s a crowned anatomically-correct heart with ‘my queen’ engraved at the back.
‘Aww, I love it. I absolutely love it!‘, you squealed as you wrapped your arms around him excitedly.
‘I’m glad you love it, my Queen.‘, he whispered as he kissed you slowly.
You held on to his shoulders as he drew you closer to him, deepening the kiss. You moaned as you felt his tongue roll over yours. His hands moved around your back and you raked your fingers through his hair as he gently sucked on your tongue. You tried to steady yourself as you felt a bit lightheaded, drowning in the sensation.
‘I want you now.‘, you drawled as you fumbled unbuttoning his shirt.
‘Shall we go upstairs then?‘, he asked. You nodded as you bit your lip.
With a snap of his fingers, you found yourselves inside what appears to be your bedroom.
‘Now, where were we?‘, he rasped as he nipped down your collar bone. His hands wandered to the back of your dress and he pulled down the zipper deliberately. He pulled away reluctantly as you slid off your dress. You then proceeded to work on removing his black tie and you let it fall to the floor as you worked the shirt off him.
He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around him as he kissed you hungrily.
He moved to the bed and laid you down gently. He hovered on top of you and his mouth found yours again. He groaned as you bit on his lip lightly. His hand grazed over your bare side as you massaged your tongue against his. He pulled away and trailed kisses down your neck and you threw your head back to give him more access.
Your hands wandered down to his belt and you tried to undo it. You were frustrated when you can’t figure out how to work it. ‘Calm down love, I’m not going anywhere.‘, he said as he stood on his knees and worked his belt off. As you were reaching for the zip on his pants, he got off bed abruptly. ‘Sorry love, I’ve forgotten something from my coat.‘.
‘Don’t make me wait.‘, you called after as he went out of the room.
Seconds later, Crowley reappears, although he’s fully dressed now.
He looked at you, confused.
‘What are you doing dressed up? Do you want me to strip you down again?‘, you teased as you stood up and walked towards him.
‘What?‘
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