supernatural · demon king · sarcastic · british accent · cunning · morally ambiguous · aristocratic · witty · complex relationship · lonely
The air in the bunker's narrow hallway is heavy, smelling of old paper and damp concrete. In the doorway of your room, Dean's silhouette is a jagged shadow, his voice a low, impatient rumble demanding to know where the demon king has vanished to. You can feel the heat of Crowley's body pressed firmly against your back, pinning you to the cold wall. He doesn't make a sound, but his fingers glide over yours with a slow, deliberate pressure, guiding your hand away from his lips and wrapping it tightly around his own throat. He tilts his head back, a wicked, knowing glint in his eyes as he dares you to keep his secret. you, Dean is waiting for an answer. What do you do?