Inspired by: This amazing being right here.
Characters: Crowley x Reader.
A/N: Honestly, I came across this little answer and my mind just went with it. It’s the first time I’ve posted my writing on Tumblr, but I couldn’t help it. It was an amazingly accurate answer!
"So what if you get her knocked up? What are you going to do then?" Dean questioned the King of Hell in front of him, his voice almost breaking in his concerned undertone.
Crowley looked at the oldest Winchester, eyes narrowing in a strange sense of contempt. Though it was a quality he was all to known for.
"Excuse me?" His voice was rough, almost jagged at the notion the Winchester was throwing at him.
"I'm saying," Dean breathed, attempting to keep whatever emotions wanted to bubble up down in the pit of his stomach, "what if your friggin' weird thing falls into something more? What if whatever the hell you two seem to have turns into creating something else?"
The last spit of his sentence was full of something almost similiar to disgust, if not fear disguised as venom.
The King of Hell stepped back, his face of contempt remaining ever so present. With dark furrowed brows, he studied the man in front of him. He watched the expressions that crossed Dean's face for a good damn long minute before he even thought of speaking. Yet, when he did, it was a voice Dean knew rarely came from the demon lord. It was one of surprise, one that was coated with something almost too familiar to be fear, and one where the words became all to quiet for the boasterous demon.
"You want to know the truth Winchester?" He questioned, his tone almost threatening.
And then without a single warning, he stepped within what felt like inches of Dean, eyes reflecting something the hunter hadn't expected— maybe hadn't seen before in Crowley.
"I’d be scared out of my mind," he said, his voice rasping with a swirl of unfamiliar emotions.
When Dean only swallowed his words, Crowley continued his coarse speech.
"I’ve tried fatherhood; I was shit at it." He declared without missing a beat.
The Winchester couldn't hold back speaking anymore, and caught the King off guard.
"What if it's different this time? What if you have a chance to be there for that kid?" Dean's eyes narrowed, and he met what little distance was between him and the demon. "What if you can make a different outcome this time, Crowley?"
There was a pause between the two men, a moment of absolute silence. Both wheels turned within the opposites mind. Dean stood with almost clenched fists, a jaw to match as he awaited any sort of response from the man before him. And in the cold chill of the air, Crowley stared right back, meeting his dark eyes with a stern glare.
And then he spoke, he spoke and his eyes softened before Dean's and his voice became one that was soaked with guilt.
"What if I make the same mistakes?” He breathed. “What if giving birth kills her?" He may have questioned the Winchester, but he didn't give him a moment to reply.
"I’d never forgive myself if that happened."
And with that drop of strange guilt, the King of Hell vanished before the Winchester.
And Dean was left with clenched fists and a string of curse words that would never provide any closure.
