You rushed downstairs quickly. You knew how angry Crowley could get if you were late. You knocked on his office door, with a minute to spare. Crowley opened it, inviting you in.
“Ah, Y/N, my dear. Thank you for being here,” your boss said.
You were Crowley’s demonic personal assistant. You tried to resist a smirk as your boss checked you out.
“What is my assignment for today, sir?” you questioned.
“Always right to business Y/N. That’s why I like you. You’re a no nonsense kind of girl,” he chuckled, “Though I’d like to get to know you sometime.”
“Maybe when I finish my job,” you teased.
He looked at you, amused.
“Well then, get to it,” he said.
“You still need to tell me what it is,” you reminded him.
He cleared his throat.
“Right. Of course,” he said, “Simple really. Just bring me a human. Alive though. I’m doing an experiment.”
You stood, wrinkling your clothes.
“No problem,” you said.
He looked at you quizzically.
“You don’t want to know what the experiment is?” he asked.
“Not my job, sir,” you responded, leaving the office.
You appeared in a crowd in front of a park. You looked for a male, since they were the most fun to torture. You spotted a strong potential victim, but as you took a step forward, you felt a hand grab your arm. You looked over to see the infamous Winchesters.
“Christo,” the tall one said.
You felt your eyes uncontrollably go black. You closed your eyes and waited to be stabbed.
But nothing happened. You opened your eyes to watch the short one handcuff you with demonic handcuffs. He then put you in the trunk.
When you could actually see, you were in a dungeon, strapped to a table. The shorter Winchester tortured you mercilessly while the taller one bombarded you with questions. You didn’t know what they were talking about. They said strange things like “first blade” and “finding Cain”. You couldn’t make sense of it.
Eventually, they realized you were telling the truth.
“We would kill you, but that won’t be sending the right message,” the short one told you, unstrapping you.
“We want you to let Crowley know that we can find you guys at any time,” the tall one finished.
You nodded and disappeared.
You were bleeding and bruised, but you went to a park. You had a job to finish. You grabbed a male jogger as he ran past you.
You knocked him out quickly and returned to Hell with him.
You went into Crowley’s office and threw him at your boss’s feet.
He had his nose in a book.
“It’s been a week. What took you so long?” he questioned.
“Winchesters are on a torture spree, I’m afraid,” you said.
Crowley looked at you. Then he looked at the jogger.
“And you still got me a human?” he asked.
“That’s my job,” you responded.
“I’m impressed,” he said, grabbing the human and tossing him in a back room.
You turned to leave.
“Hold on now, love. Can’t have you walking around like that,” he said.
You resisted a shiver as your boss pressed his lips to your every wound, healing them.
When he was done, he smiled at you. Then you watched as his eyes widened in realization at what he had done.
“That meant nothing,” he said, quickly ushering you out of his office and closing the door.
It opened again and he kissed you deeply before closing it shut again.
You walked away smirking.
It definitely meant something.