When the realization that he loved you hit Crowley, he had no idea how to handle it at first. He was a demon. Demons didn't love. At least, not as far as he knew. And they certainly didn't fall in love with hunters, or those who researched for hunters. Yet, here he was, madly in love with you and with no clue what to do about it. The one thing he did know was that he did not want to approach it lightly. You deserved better.

Crowley was never one to do things halfway and he knew that what he felt for you was a once in a lifetime(or rather afterlife time) thing. He didn't want to waste it away with casual dating. The modern approach was not what you deserved. He wanted to, dare he say it, court you. Yes that was it. His end goal. Whenever he thought about the two of you together, it ended the same way. With you on a throne beside his in Hell as his queen.

His mind began thinking of ways that he could show you exactly how he felt. By what he knew about you, which was quite a lot, he knew he needed to start simple before he revealed his true intentions. That thought made him smile to himself before he pulled out his phone to put his plan into motion.

*time skip*

Your POV

You were walking into the bunker from the garage, humming a little tune when you heard Dean call out to you. Brows furrowed, you entered the building you called home with the Winchesters and Castiel. Your arms were full of grocery bags, so when you saw Dean, you motioned for him to follow you to the kitchen. Instead, he took the bags and said, "Sam's waiting for you in the library. You got something today."

Dean walked away leaving you confused. You shook your head and went to the library only to find Sam sitting at one of the tables staring at a bouquet of your favorite flowers. "Are those for me?" you asked with a smile, "Sam you shouldn't have." He shook his head. "I didn't." You gave a hum of confusion then walked closer to see that there was a card.

You couldn't believe your eyes when you read it. "They're from Crowley..." You felt a little tug in your heart. Crowley had taken time to send you flowers. It was so sweet, but why? Why would he take time out of his schedule to send you flowers? You had no clue, but you weren't going to reject them. It wasn't often you got to see that side of the King of Hell. You quickly grabbed your phone and shot off a text to thank him. You had no idea that those flowers were only the beginning.

Every other day for the next few weeks, you found another little gift from Crowley. Flowers, chocolates(and other candies), desserts from your favorite bakery, stuffed toys, even jewelry kept appearing in the bunker, all addressed to you. You always thanked Crowley for sending them and, to your surprise, he responded every single time. It felt...nice to have the attention of someone like Crowley, but you were getting more and more confused by the day. It wasn't until Crowley's latest gift, an extremely expensive dress along with more jewelry, came that you finally asked what was happening.

Crowley appeared in the bunker not two minutes after you called him. You were waiting with the Winchester. Crowley's eyes softened when they landed on you. You were wearing the charm bracelet he'd sent. When Crowley saw the look on your face, however, he frowned.

"Something wrong, kitten?" You bit your lip and shook your head, but you still looked upset about something. "Crowley, why? Why all the gifts? The attention? I'm flattered, I am. Grateful, even! But I don't understand. What do you get out of this? I-I don't like the idea of you toying with me."

In an instant, Crowley grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him and away from the brothers. "I assure you, pet, I am not toying with you. I suppose I tried too hard to make my affections clear." Your eyes widened and Dean began sputtering out something behind you. Before he could speak, you did. "Affections?"

"Darling, I'm a demon. Surely you didn't expect me to just come out and say how I feel for you. I decided you deserved better than words. I wanted to show you my intentions." You cocked your head to the side, making him laugh. "I intend to court you, if you'll let me."

"Are we in some kind of chick flick right now?" Dean suddenly asked, "Court her? Can't you say date like a normal person?" Crowley didn't answer Dean, he simply looked at you. As a researcher, you knew exactly what he meant. "N-No, Dean. He can't. They're two different things. Courting means he-Crowley-he wants to m-m-m-" you couldn't even get the word out, you were so shocked by his admission.

"It means I want to make you my queen, love. That is my intention." You swore you stopped breathing for a moment. Courting wasn't like dating. Not at all. The end game of a courtship meant one thing. Marriage. Crowley didn't just want a casual fling. He didn't want to date just to date. He wanted you for eternity. Like...truly wanted you. The very thought made your head spin so fast you were almost dizzy.

"Love? Are you alright?" Your gaze met Crowley's again and, before you could even think about stopping yourself, you threw yourself into his arms, catching him of guard. It was a good thing for his quick reflexes. Without them, you both would have fallen to the floor.

The room went deathly silent as you held onto Crowley for dear life. No one said anything as you heard a snap and then felt the world spin. When you pulled away from Crowley, you were no longer in the bunker. Instead, you were in a very luxurious hotel room. When you gave Crowley a look, he chuckled. "Nothing untoward, I assure you. I just want you to myself tonight, love." You smiled at bit your lip again.

"However, you don't stop biting that lip of yours, I cannot be held responsible for what happens." You felt your entire body heat up at that. "Crowley!" you admonished, but there was a playful tone to your voice that made him smile. He reached up to cup your cheek. His hazel eyes stared deeply into your (e/c) ones. "Will you allow me the honor of courting you, Y/N?" You glanced at the bed and then back to him.

"That depends. How opposed are you to cuddles?" Crowley's grin was dazzling as he snapped his fingers again. You were now on the bed in the softest set of pajamas you'd ever felt with Crowley next to you, pulling you to him. You sighed happily. "Yes, Crowley. I would love for you to court me." You felt him press a kiss to the top of your head.