Summary: This chapter provides a glimpse of Crowley’s friendship with you. I hope you don’t feel he’s too out of character. My goal was to add a new layer to who he is - his more human side coming into play here. This story lets us see a side of Crowley he keeps hidden from the rest of the world.
ALSO!!! I’ve completed the entirety of this series today. So the plan is you get this chapter now and then tomorrow you get the last two as a two-fer!
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The jarring sound of the timer makes you jump. “Oh! Uh, I guess dinner’s ready. It might be good to put a little food on top of the whiskey,” you say as your face goes flush. Dammit.
Crowley looks at you before he recovers himself. “Yeah. Can’t have you being a sloppy drunk my first time here.”
You both laugh and chat together over your comfort food. You find the conversation easy. It’s nice discussing things not related to hunting. It almost feels like life before everything turned upside for you.
It must have been nearly an hour before your chair became uncomfortable. Trying to readjust yourself, “you want to go watch some TV? My ass is starting to hurt in this chair,” you laugh.
“Sure, Love. Let me just get these dirty dishes squared away.” He picks up your plate and utensils along with his own and places them in the sink.
Right as you move to the kitchen island to watch him clean the dishes, he snaps his fingers, and now everything is pristine and put in their rightful spots. He turned around to give you that cocky smile of his, complete with one eyebrow raised.
Scrunching your nose again, you let out a huff in disappointment. “Well, that’s just cheating,” you pout.
After a while, Crowley places his arm next to yours on the armrest. You can feel him watching you for a reaction. Determined, you don’t give in to his game.
You move your arm closer to the middle so your palm can rest on the gear shift that divides you. Crowley’s little finger grazes across your hand during the movement as you try not to notice. He leaves his hand where it is, lightly touching your wrist as he looks out his window.
A few minutes go by. If only you could see Crowley’s face now, you would see a smiling man. Even while he’s earned the silent treatment from you, he can’t help but smile, knowing you didn’t jerk your hand away. He dares not move it now. He’ll happily take any tiny brush of your skin against his.
Despite yourself, you pull your arm back into the armrest, your skin still gliding across his hand. You just wanted to be mad at him and all the shit that went down last night. Yet, here you are, looking for your next contact high with him. When did you become such an addict for him?
Reasoning that you’re still not creating space between the two of you, Crowley pretended to stretch his arms and fingers. He brought his arm back down to its original area, but this time, his extended fingers overlapped yours experimentally.
You waited a moment to see if it were accidental, but he never removed it. You looked down at your hands and then glanced at Crowley. Of course, he continued to look out the window. That ass. You kept yours underneath his hand as your heart picked up its pace.
