"Really, Fergus you should listen to your mother. This place could do with a feminine touch!" Rowena exclaimed as she gazed at her son on his throne. Crowley bit back a groan of annoyance at her. For several days now, Rowena had been trying to convince him that he needed a queen by his side. Crowley knew that the only reason Rowena would even care about his love life was to use it for her own devices. She would want him to be with a woman that she could easily manipulate to undermine Crowley's authority in Hell. That, of course, he couldn't permit. Then, an idea sprang to his mind.

"Actually, Mother, I have been in the market for a queen for some time now," Crowley lied with ease. Rowena's eyes brightened. "Oh? Perhaps I could assist you. After all, I couldn't let just any woman be by my son's side, now could I?" Crowley gave her a tight-lipped smile. "No need, Mother. I believe I've found the perfect woman to reign as my queen." Rowena smirked, making Crowley stifle a laugh. She was going to be in for a surprise. "Shall I have her join us for supper?" At Rowena's nod, Crowley snapped his fingers and disappeared from Hell.

"Hello, Kitten," Crowley greeted smoothly as he reappeared behind you in your room. "What do you want, Crowley?" you inquired, not even turning to face him. Crowley placed a hand on your shoulder, making you stop what you were doing. "What makes you think I want something?" You finally looked at him and replied, "You only call me 'Kitten' when you want something. The question is what do you want and how does it benefit me?"

Crowley cursed to himself. You knew him far too well. Still, he covered it up with his usual mask of confidence. "Spoken like a queen, love. I do, in fact, want something. I...need your help," he told you, hating the fact he needed someone. Amusement flashed in your (e/c) eyes and you began chuckling softly. "So, the mighty King of Hell needs the help of a Winchester once again, huh?" Crowley was clearly not as amused as you were since he growled, "Never mind."

"No, Crowley wait! I'm sorry. Tell me what you need?" you asked, the jest gone from your tone. Crowley ran his hand through his short hair and sighed. Your brows furrowed at the uncharacteristic shyness and uncertainty in his actions. You moved to the other side of your room and pulled out your secret stash. A bottle of Craig, aged 30 years. Crowley's favorite. You poured him a glass and gave it to him. "Now, tell me what's going on."

You sat and listened intently to Crowley's predicament and your eyes widened. You couldn't believe what he was asking you to do. He wanted you to pretend to be his girlfriend in front of his mother. The witch that bore no love for you or your brothers. You didn't object to the charade really since you didn't hate Crowley. You did object to being in such close quarters with Rowena for an extended period of time and the intimacy that you knew would be required to carry on the deception.

You were so absorbed in your own thoughts, you didn't hear Crowley finish speaking. He frowned when you didn't reply. "Perhaps this wasn't my best idea. I suppose I could come up with something else." You shook your head and finally spoke. "I'll do it, Crowley. But you owe me," you told him with a smile. "Now, get out of here." Crowley looked at you in confusion and you smirked. "If I'm going to convince Rowena that I'm going to be your queen, I need to look like one. So, get out so I can get ready!" Crowley chuckled. "Thank you, Y/N."

Crowley returned to Hell and informed Rowena that his "queen" would indeed be joining them for supper that night. Then, he went about prepping for the meal. Crowley rarely worried about things with his mother, but this time he did. He had chosen you for a reason. To get under Rowena's skin. After all, everyone knew her hate of Winchesters. What better way to get his mother off his back and get a little amusement than to pretend to date one?

There was a part of Crowley that was nagging at him and he didn't understand why. He was used to doing these sort of things. Making deals to get what he wanted. This time, however, Crowley wasn't sure he could pull it off. You had so willingly agreed to help him, even though you and he were technically enemies. Crowley quickly shook off the feeling of what some would term guilt and prepared himself for dinner. When he was ready, he snapped his fingers and once again found himself in your room.

Crowley's jaw dropped as he took in your form. Instead of your usual hunting attire or FBI get-up, you were wearing a form-fitting but still comfortable looking (f/c) dress that came just past your knees, the sleeves ended a little past your elbows and the neck line showed just enough cleavage to catch the eye. With it, you wore low heels. Your (h/c) hair framed your face and your light make-up made your eyes stand out. Crowley's hazel eyes scanned you up and down before settling on your face. "So? Do I look like a queen?"

Crowley shook his head and responded, "No, love. You look like THE queen. Shall we?" You gave him a smile and nodded. You soon found yourself in Hell, just outside the dining room. Crowley may not have needed to eat, but he often had clients who did so he kept the room for them. "Are you ready for this?" You laughed. "Crowley, I've gone up against your mother before, I think I can handle it." With a deep breath, Crowley opened the door of the dining room and ushered you in.

"Fergus, I was beginning to think-" Rowena cut off when she saw you standing there next to Crowley. Her eyes widened as they darted back and forth between the two of you. She noticed Crowley's arm wrapped around your waist and his hand on your hip. "A bloody Winchester?! This is who you've chosen to be your queen? A hunter?!" You bit back a laugh as she continued to rant. Crowley just stared at her, but you felt his hand tighten on your hip. You looked up and smiled at him again and, for some reason, it calmed Crowley down. He mentally took a deep breath and invited you to sit. This was going to be a long night.

*time skip*

The dinner with Rowena went much better than either you or Crowley expected, but you could both tell she didn't believe you. So, you decided to take it up a notch. You spent every free moment you had with Crowley. Your brothers were less than thrilled with the idea, but when you explained that Crowley would owe you, they relented. Crowley being in your debt meant they could count on his help with at least one hunt. Crowley, however, seemed to get less and less invested in your charade as time went on. It frustrated you to no end and finally, you decided to confront him.

You walked right into Crowley's study in his earthly home and crossed your arms over your chest. Crowley was at his desk, but his back was to you. "I told you bloody morons, I don't want any interruptions!" Crowley turned to you, his fingers poised to snap whoever bothered him into oblivion. He stopped when he saw you standing there. "Y/N, love. What brings you here?" he asked, lowering his hand to grab the tumbler of scotch on the desk.

"Well, the first being that your mother invited us to tea with her today, in case you've forgotten. Personally, I'd rather hit the bar, but whatever. Second, I want to know what the hell is going on with you? No pun intended." Crowley simply stared at you, but his eyes were unfocused. You sighed heavily, bringing his attention fully back to you. You sat down in a chair, awaiting his response.

How could he possibly tell you what was on his mind? He had no idea how you would react to him telling you that, over the course of your deception, the King of Hell had fallen hopelessly, madly in love with you. Honestly, he thought you'd laugh in his face. Crowley wasn't used to all the feelings stirring inside him and it confused him.

"Are you going to answer me or am I going to have go to tea with Rowena by myself? Please don't make me," you said, trying to lighten the mood. It didn't work. Crowley simply glared at you. You let out a sigh and got up from your chair. Crowley watched as you made your way over to his desk. You walked behind it to where Crowley was sitting and perched on the edge. "Seriously, Crowley, what's wrong? You've been extremely...cold. You don't even act like you want this to go on and if that's the case, you need to tell me."

Looking up at you, Crowley finally said what was on his mind. Or rather, he yelled it. "That's because I don't want it to bloody go on! I am tired of this charade!" He physically saw your expression fall and you slid off the desk. "I see. Thank you for being so honest," you whispered and turned to walk away. Crowley caught your wrist, making you turn back to him. He could see the tears forming in your eyes and he felt a spark of hope.

"I don't want it to be a charade anymore, Y/N. I want this, all of it, to be real." Crowley's voice was unusually soft and he refused to look you in the eyes. "Crowley, I didn't think you were a fan of feelings." He glared at you once again, although a little more playfully this time. "Believe me, love, I'm not but I couldn't seem to bloody help it with you! When we started this, it was simply a business deal, but now I want more."

"Why didn't you say anything?" you asked him, moving a little bit closer to him. "What good would it have done, Y/N? Would you have said you cared or would you have dismissed me? I am the King of Hell, a demon, after all." Another move forward closed the distance between the two of you. "I would have done this," you answered before leaning in and kissing him. It was difficult to surprise Crowley, but you managed.

It only took him a second to respond and when he did, it was pure ecstasy for both of you. Sure, you'd kissed a few times when around Rowena, but this was different. Those kisses were merely pretense, but this one? This one was real and you could feel every ounce of passion and love Crowley had for you and you hoped he could feel the same from you.

When you broke for air, you looked into his shocked hazel eyes and giggled. "I struck the King of Hell speechless, huh?" He let out a laugh and cupped your cheek. "Indeed you have, Kitten." Your brows drew together, making Crowley frown. "What?" Your lips upturned into a smirk. "That reminds me. You owe me." Crowley's brows rose. Were you serious? "And what is it that you want?" You bit your lip and replied, "You. Just you." Crowley kissed you again, not caring that you were missing tea with his mother.

"..... Oh, and a throne in Hell."

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