Supernatural Imagines

Game of Wits- Crowley x Reader

Hello! I'm sorry for the two week hiatus! I was without internet for a while. I still wrote imagines, I just couldn't post them. I have about ten that need to be posted, so I'm gonna work on that right now!

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You dropped the duffel bag onto your bed and sighed. In a way, it was good to be home, but you also hated the place. It was where your sister had died while fighting a demon. The only reason you were here was because the Winchesters decided you were in need of a break from hunting. In reality, you just needed a break from life. Living normally was bad enough, but being a hunter made it ten times worse.

You lay in your bed, letting your music drown out the world. It was the first time in a while that you could put your guard down, even if only for a small amount of time. But of course, nothing ever went as planned.

Your headphones were ripped from your ears and thrown across the room. "Looks like the baby hunter finally decided to come home. What a shame. You should've stayed away." There was only one person who called you by that horrendous nickname.
"Crowley. Funny, I don't remember inviting you in." You couldn't help your smart mouth. That's what happened when you spent a lot of time with the Winchesters.
"Just thought I'd drop by. So, what's it like to be back in the same house that your dear little sister died in?" Crowley smirked. You were standing now, trying to remember where you had stashed the angel blade that Cas had given you before you left. You spotted it in the hands of one of Crowley's servants who stood at the door. So much for that plan. 
"Oh, you know. Terrible."
"And yet you still decided to come back here instead of going somewhere else. What does that say about you, (Y/N)?" The King of Hell stood in the same spot the whole time.
"What do you want, Crowley? I'm sure you didn't come here to make small talk."

 "That's absolutely right. Those boyfriends of yours, they have something I want. Do you know what that something is?" He finally moved, inching a bit closer to you. You took a large step towards him.
"The demon tablet. I'm not stupid. Just give it up, buddy. You're not getting it anytime soon." You finished with a smirk. This was a game of wits, not of strength. Right now, you felt as if you had a good chance of coming out of this unscathed.
"Wrong answer." Or maybe not. With a snap of his fingers, Crowley had you thrown against the wall. You heard a crack on impact and held your arm against your chest.

"You can do what you want to me, but you will never get any information." The laugh that came from him sent chills down your back. 
"Well isn't that sweet? The little baby hunter is willing to die just to protect the moose and squirrel. You'll regret that, I promise." With another snapof Crowley's fingers, your hands as well as your ankles became tied together. 
"The Winchesters will come for me, just you wait. And when they do, you're going to wish you'd never touched me." The King of Hell snorted. He kneeled in front of you and tilted your chin up.

"We'll see about that."