I found my queen.
Pairing : Crowley x Reader, Demon Dean. Word Count : 1,919
A/N: This started out as an idea based on this song, but it got away from me :D. I’m working on a part 2.
Part 1 of Hell’s Queen.
Walking out of work, you sighed. The forecast had said nothing about rain tonight. You turned and headed back in. “Carl?” The night guard looked up from his screens. “Any unclaimed umbrellas in the lost and found by chance?” He looked confused. “It’s pouring.”
“Seriously?” He stood and looked outside. “It wasn’t suppose to rain today…” You shrugged. “I’ll go check. Keep an eye on these for a sec?” You nodded and he headed through the door behind his desk as you leaned over the counter to see the monitors.
Everything was empty, since once again, you were one of the last to leave. You thought you saw something on one of the monitors, but it had lasted only a second. You leaned over further to get a better look.
“Everything okay?” He asked stepping out. “You got lucky by the way.” he smiled and held up a small umbrella that could fit in your purse.
“Thanks. Uh, yeah. I thought I saw something, over there.” You pointed to the screen that was on the floor of your office. Actually, you could see your office door in the shot. “A shadow? Probably just my mind playing tricks on me.” You got off the counter.
He went back a bit, and watched. “Don’t see nothing.” He shrugged. “As soon as James comes back, I’ll head up to double check alright?” He knew you hated this place at night, and it had been right outside your office, whatever you thought you saw.
You nodded. “Thanks, Carl.” You smiled taking the umbrella he had put down.
“Anytime.” He watched you head back out into the rain.
“Just ask her out already.” He had been so focused on you, he hadn’t heard the other guard come back. He looked up at James, then looked back outside as you stepped out into the rain. “It’s been years, Carl.”
“Exactly.” he sighed. “It’ll probably just be weird at this point. Take the desk, she thought she saw something by her office, I’m going to head up and check it out.”
James chuckled. “Seriously Carl-” He was shot a glare. “Alright, go play knight in shining armor to a girl you won’t even admit you love. Idiot.” He shook his head as Carl headed off towards the elevators.
“Come on.” You grumbled as the rain picked up and thunder boomed. The umbrella was barely keeping you dry at this point. “I should have asked Carl to call me a cab…” Hearing a faint growl, you turned to look behind you, but saw nothing. “Hello?”
You looked around for a minute before walking again. You were about half way home, so you started to walk a bit quicker. You could hear puddles splashing as if someone was walking through them behind you but when you turned, again nothing was there. “Who’s there? I’m not stupid I can hear you following me…” Nothing.
You turned back and moved a bit quicker, no longer caring if you went through puddles and ruined your shoes. You could see lightening flashes off in the distance as you hurried. Just a few more blocks, you told yourself. Then you heard the growl again, to your left, closer then before. Turning towards the sound, again you saw nothing. You heard another behind you, and turned, again nothing. Lightening started to flash overhead, as if it was trying to strike you. You couldn’t run, you were frozen in fear. “Please..” You whimpered, though you weren’t sure to what. As lightening flashed, hitting your umbrella, you felt something grab your leg, biting into your flesh.
When you came to, you were in a room. It had basic furniture in it, but there were no windows, save for a small one on the door. Looking down, you were only wearing your underwear and bra. At the foot of the bed was a skirt and blouse. Your heels from work were next to the bed, dried, as if you had never been caught in the rain. How long had you been here? Where ever here was. Licking your lips, you got up from the bed and headed for the door, letting out a soft whine when you couldn’t see out. “Hello?” You called out banging on the door. “Hello, is anyone out there?”
You tried for a few minutes, getting no response. You turned and started to look around the room. There wasn’t much to look at really. Bed, small table and a single chair, a door? When you opened it, it revealed a bathroom on the other side. You turned back to the clothes waiting for you on the bed. You really didn’t want to be naked when whoever it was that undressed you came back, so you went and quickly got dressed. Surprised to find everything fit perfectly.
You went into the bathroom and looked in the small mirror. You had been struck by lightening.. hadn’t you? You didn’t look like it. “What the hell is going on…” You looked down at your right leg, and couldn’t even see a mark where you had been sure something had sunk it’s teeth in.
Suddenly you heard a key in the door. You hurried out as it opened. “Get your shoes on, he’s ready to see you.”
“Who is? Where am I?” You demanded. “Where are my clothes, and why am I dressed like this?” You motioned down to the clothes you wore. You had never owned clothes this nice, you couldn’t afford to, not that your clothes were cheap or slobbish.. It’s just this, this was top quality stuff you were wearing. “This doesn’t look like somewhere with a dress code.. no offense..”
“Let’s just say, your invitation to the party finally arrived.” He smiled. “Now lets get moving.”
“What party?”
The man’s green eyes were suddenly pools of black that seemed to soak up all light. “The kind where no one’s still alive.” He smiled. “Now move.”
You felt a surge of fear for the man, as you slipped on the heels and started for the door. He gave you a bit of a shove as he slammed the door shut behind him. "Can you tell me where I am?“ You glanced back at him, but he just gave you another push, urging you forward. "Who am I here to see? Who are you? Why am I here?” Each question seemed to fall on deaf ears, since he didn’t answer. "If you don’t answer me, I’m not going anywhere.“ You shot him a defiant look.
"It’s need to know, sweetheart. And right this second, you don’t need to know shit.” He gave you another push. “Keep moving.”
You passed doors much like the one to the room you had been in. You turned down a corridor, and passed larger doors. You simply kept walking straight until he’d turn you this way or that. Suddenly, his hand grabbed your shoulder. “In here.” You turned and he motioned towards a large set of double doors. “Move.” He growled, and shoved you. You tripped and stumbled into the room.
“Don’t bloody hurt her you moron.” A man glared from a large chair at the end of the room. The well tailored suit and accent jogged your memory, but you couldn’t quite place it.
“Bite me, Crowley.” The man growled as he moved off to the side and sat in another chair, glaring daggers at the man named Crowley as he stood.
“Please excuse my associate.” He shot him another look. “I do hope he didn’t harm you?”
“What if I did?” The guy challenged. “You can’t do shit, Old man. I’m the one person here who can’t be killed.” The threat was obvious.
“You going to bloody try and kill me again?” Crowley scoffed. “Didn’t work so well before Dean.”
“No. I’d rather hurt you, by hurting her.” He pointed a knife, you didn’t even know he had, at you from his seat. It was bone and teeth. “I’d love to hear her scream.” He smiled almost seductively at you and licked his lips.
“Wh- why would that hurt him? I don’t even know him..” You stammered out and he burst out laughing.
“Oh shit, Crowley. You’ve been obsessed with this girl, and she doesn’t even recognize you. Jesus, you are getting desperate for ass.”
“Could someone tell me what the hell is going on?” You looked between them, trying to mask your fear as much as possible.
“You’ve been sold sweetheart.” Dean chuckled.
“What?!”
“Look at me, Dove.” Came Crowley’s smooth accent as he gently held your chin and turned your face to him. “You’ve seen me, yes?” You nodded. “I’ve had meetings with your father.” You nodded, remembering seeing him walk through the office once or twice.
“But, what does he mean, I was sold? Dad’s been trying to expand, but-”
“Now he can.” Dean said in an even tone, sounding bored.
“I’ve been working on this deal for over a year. You see, your father wanted something from me, but wouldn’t give me what I normally get in return. His soul.” You looked at him with a mix of confusion and panic. “King of Hell, Love.” He smiled. “Your father finally found something I was willing to take other then his soul. You.”
“He-He wouldn’t.” You stammered. “My dad hasn’t been to work for 2 days, what did you do to him?!” You demanded.
Crowley snapped his fingers, and your father was standing behind him. “He’s been here, finalizing the deal.”
“Dad..?” You shoved Crowley’s hand aside and looked to him. “Dad what did you do?”
“He sold you for a cool 3 mil sweetheart.” Dean chuckled. “He’s a fucking idiot.” Your father looked at you with sad eyes. “See, I have this thing, no cash for ass.. But I have to admit.. A piece of ass like that, I’d have paid double to be your new Daddy.” He winked with a grin.
Your father looked to Dean with wide eyes. “What?”
“Sorry, deals already been struck with the King over there. Next time, weigh your options. Now,” He smiled at you licking his lips. “I’ll just take what I want.”
“You won’t lay a bloody hand on her.” Crowley growled, and grabbed you protectively, making Dean laugh.
“Think you can keep her safe from me, and all of Hell?” His grin scared you. “What happens when my brother finds out you had me grab up an innocent, and you’re holding her here? Hmm? You know how Sammy is. He won’t rest until he ‘saves’ me. You think he won’t save her too? And the second she’s away from you, she’s mine.” He got up and stalked out of the room. “Get him out of here before I kill him for selling his fucking daughter. It disgusts me.” He growled before slamming the door behind him.
“Dad..” You whimpered. Crowley snapped his fingers, and your father was gone. “Please..” Tears ran down your cheek.
“Don’t be scared, Dove. Not of me.” He gently wiped the tears off your cheek. “I won’t let any harm come to you.”
“Why are you doing this? Why me?”
He smiled softly. “I’m the King of Hell. And you, Darling, are to be my queen. I knew it the moment I first laid eyes on you. It was why I let him alter the deal. You instead of him. Smart, strong willed and beautiful. You are perfection, Love. He can expand his company, and I finally found my Queen.” He smiled.
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