You just didn't understand it. Were you really not good enough for him? Were you not pretty enough? Not smart enough? You just couldn't understand why Sam refused to see you the way you wished he would. True, the younger Winchester had beautiful women fawning over him, although not as many as his brother. Still, you weren't bad looking. Hell, you could be downright sexy when you wanted to be. Apparently, Sam thought differently because he never looked at you the way he did those other women.. Or maybe it was because you hunted with them and he didn't want to get involved. Either way, it stung.

So, you finally decided that trying to make Sam notice you wasn't worth your time or the pain anymore. After a particularly difficult hunt, you stopped before walking into your motel room. "Hey, Dean? Are you hitting the bar tonight?" Dean gave you a sly smile. "Why? Someone looking to get lucky finally?" You rolled your eyes with a chuckle. Dean knew about your attempts to get his brother to notice you and he always joked with you about it. "Maybe. Give me half an hour?" At Dean's nod, you smiled and entered your room.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite hunter," a sinfully deep accented voice came from in the dark room. You would have pulled your gun if you hadn't known who it was. "Hey, Crowley," you greeted, ignoring the look of confusion he gave you. "Hello, Dove. What's got you in such a merry mood?" You shrugged and moved further into the room. "Did you need something, Crowley?" You flashed him a smile before setting your bag down to dig through it. You had to have something, anything, for a night out.

"No. I know you just finished a hunt and thought I'd pop in and see if you wanted to join me for a drink." You didn't look at him as you pulled out your favorite pair of jeans that hugged just right and a tank top. "I already told Dean I'd go to the bar with him. Be his wing-woman. Or he can be my wingman if the night goes right....Not that it ever has before," you muttered the last part, but Crowley heard anyway.

"What do you mean by that?" You shrugged again and, as if it didn't really bother you, replied, "The one guy I've been trying to get to notice me for months refuses to, just like most men I've been attracted to for more than their looks. So, I'm going to try and forget him tonight. With whoever I want. I'm sick of waiting for Sam Winchester, or anyone else for that matter, to notice me." You gave Crowley a sad smile and walked into the bathroom to change. You never heard him mutter, "I notice you, love."

Crowley felt his anger rising as he processed everything you'd said. How could anyone not notice you? You were beautiful and not only that, you were a kick-ass hunter. You had intelligence and a sarcastic wit that even Crowley admired. How could Sam Winchester not see you the way Crowley did? Without thinking, Crowley snapped himself in the room next to yours where Sam and Dean were bunking for the night.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you, Moose?" Sam blinked rapidly before opening his mouth to defend himself, but Crowley cut him off. "How on earth do you not see that stunning woman in the room next door? How does the very sight of her not make you want to worship the very ground she walks? She should feel like nothing less than a queen and yet, she's over there right now, preparing to sleep with the next man who gives her the least bit of attention simply to get you out of her system. I may have no love for you or that moronic brother of yours, but I've never been truly disappointed in you until now." Then, he was gone, leaving Sam to gape openly at the spot Crowley had just been in.

Crowley took an hour or two to return to Hell and torture some demons before snapping to the bar. His eyes immediately found Dean, but after scanning the bar, he didn't see you anywhere. He approached the elder Winchester. "Squirrel? Where's Y/N?" Dean smirked at him. "Still at the motel. After you went off on Sam, he went and talked to Y/N. I guess he told her everything you said. She decided to stay behind. Trying to process the fact you, of all people, feel that way about her." If Crowley had been human, he probably would have blushed. "And Moose?" Dean gestured over to a booth in the corner where Sam sat, alone. "He feels guilty. And he should," Dean said, making Crowley smile.

Knowing you were alone, Crowley had to see you. If only to make sure you weren't still mourning Sam. It was nights like this that made Crowley extremely grateful to be a demon. The ability to simply snap his fingers and end up anywhere he wanted was a perk he loved. Within seconds, Crowley was outside your motel room door. He didn't usually knock, but he knew you were vulnerable at that moment. So, he raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.

The door opened a second later and you looked up at Crowley with wide eyes. "Crowley, what are you doing here?" Crowley took in your form. Your body language told him you were confused and intrigued by his presence there and maybe even a little frightened. "May I come in, love?" You nodded curtly and stepped aside to let him in. Once inside, Crowley snapped his fingers once more, getting a glass of his Craig before turning to look at you.

You slowly shut the door and Crowley could practically see the gears turning in your head. After a moment of tense silence, you spoke. "I should be upset. Hell, I should be furious with you. You went to Sam after what I said. If I'd intended Sam to know, I would have told him. But, for some reason, the only thing I feel is confused." You finally looked at him and Crowley felt a lump form in his throat. "Did you mean what you said to Sam? That you think I should be treated like a queen? That I'm...beautiful?" Your voice grew softer with each word and you looked down at the floor.

Crowley set down his drink and closed the space between you. Using his thumb and forefinger, he lifted your chin up so your (e/c) eyes would meet his hazel ones. "I believe I used the word 'stunning'. And yes, I meant every word." Your eyes searched his before you asked him, "What do you want from me?" Crowley let go of your chin and shook his head. "In this case, I want nothing from you except for you to know that I notice you. Every bloody time you're in the room, I notice you. I have to fight to keep my eyes off you." He leaned in and kissed your forehead.

Hesaw you attempt to move your lips so they connected with his and he backedaway. Your forehead creased as you frowned. "Not tonight, Dove. Believeme, I would nothing more than to make you mine in every way, but I won'ttonight. I may be the King of Hell, but I'm not an animal. I am first andforemost, a gentleman, and I won't let you do something you might regretbecause you're vulnerable right now. I won't take advantage of you." Youcouldn't help but smile at that. You wrapped your arms around him and gave hima squeeze. "Thank you, Crowley." He kissed the top of your head."Anything for you, Y/N."