Mistletoe(Crowley x reader)

"Christmas? Disgusting. Don't ever say that word again to me." Crowley spat at you. He was still tied up in solitary in the devil's trap.

  You hadn't been with the Winchesters a long time, and since you weren't, you didn't have the extreme hatred that they did for him. In fact, you thought he was funny, and popped in once in awhile to hear one of his one liners.

 Today was different, you'd just asked if he had any ideas for Christmas decorations in his little..cell. You were just trying to make him feel a bit better and here he was snapping at you.

"So you're like a Scrooge, huh?" You giggled and raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not a scrooge. I'm the scrooge." Crowley grumbled to himself. "And no more giggling, I'm the king of hell, god dammit."

  You rolled your eyes. You knew you'd get him in the Christmas spirit somehow. He was practically Santa himself! He had little helpers(demons), reindeer(hellhounds), and a naughty list. You couldn't believe this was happening.



  Later that night when you and Sam carried in a heavy tree from outside(Dean watched), you smiled innocently at Crowley as if he had no idea he hated the holidays. It'd taken awhile to convince the boys to help you, but a couple of threats helped a lot.   They'd discussed something in private before accepting, but they did actually accept, which was awesome.

 "Do you like it?" You asked cheerfully and spread out the branches so the tree looked thicker. Sam helped her set it up in the corner closest to Crowley.

  "That smells awful." Crowley avoided looking at you or the tree.

 "You don't smell too good either, sweetheart," Dean said mockingly.

"Not my fault you've locked me up so I can't even take a damn shower."

Dean didn't answer.



After the tree was up you, Sam, and Dean, left Crowley alone with the tree for the rest of the night.  
 You'd let him get used to that, let the tree grow on him, then play some Christmas carols and cut out little snowflakes to hang around tomorrow. (You figured the ghost Sam and Dean were going after wouldn't be too much trouble that you needed to go along too.)

"You want to stay home?" Dean asked you incredously the next morning when you didn't get out of bed to get ready for the hunt.

"I have some stuff to do," You groaned and stuffed a pillow over your head."Leave me alone."

Sam popped in the doorway and chuckled dryly. "Come on, Dean, she's obsessed with Crowley. She's not going anywhere."  Sam went on to his room to grab his super duper handy dandy hunting kit.

"I can't believe this is happening." Dean paced a little bit and massaged his temple. "(y/n), he is the king of hell. If you do something that pisses him off he'll remember it forever andhold it over your head."  Dean didn't add the and possibly torture you out loud.

"Yeah yeah whatever.." You said, not really paying atfention.  Crowley might get annoyed with you but he wouldn't torture you. Uh, probably.

Dean made a noise, like he wasn't quite finished with what he was saying, but (y/m) heard this like, everytime Dean or Sam left the house. Blah blah, don't let him out of the trap, blah blah, he's the king of hell, blah blah hellhounds blah blah. It was like they didn't trust you! Well... there was that one time with Gadreel...but you thought he was Ezekiel then and that didn't really count.

  And today you had something really awesome, you had devil's trap handcuffs you were going to use on him so he couldnt leave but also could help decorate. (You knew better than to let him have the scissors though.)

 When you heard Sam and Dean slam the door shut you hopped out of bed, grabbed your box of decorations, and trotted down to Crowley's 'cell'.

"Oh look. Santa's number one helper has arrived to get me in the Christmas Spirit." Crowley said sarcastically with a smile.

"Come on, Crowley. It's Christmas." You weren't having any of his nonsense today. You went straight to work squatting on the floor, pulling out little bulb ornaments to hang on the tree.

"Mmph." He watched as you started to decorate. After aminute he spoke again. "I know you have those handcuffs in there. Don't make me beg."

You squinted at him. "Maybe..."He often tried to negotiate with the Winchesters about letting him walk around and stretch his legs. Hmm. You'd play his game.

You stood up straight and looked him in the eye. "I will let you walk around if  walking around involves helping me decorate. And not complaining." Since Crowley is so stubborn, you weren't sure if he'd agree. And you weren't sure if you could trust him, he might have like a secret way to get outof handcuffs like magicians do.

He considered it for a minute. "As long as we don't have to listen to that awful Mariah Carey song." Darn it, that was your favorite! But..he was willing to do some decorating. Which made him a step closer to getting him in the Christmas spirit.

"Okay Deal." You grinned. "But I'm not selling my soul or kissing you or amything." You added hastily.

"Of course not." Crowley said, as if the idea was ridiculous.

You moved over to him in the devil's trap and pulled out the handcuffs that had the devil's trap engraved in it. He offered up his hands to you and you clicked them on, making sure they were on right before rubbing a part of the devil trap that was painted on the floor away.

"Much better, love, but next time, I'd appreciate it if you weren't so rough." He rubbed his wrist amd you ignored the innuendo.

 You got the box of decorations, and grabbed out the gold garland. Wrapping it around the tree carefully, you almost started to hum the Mariah Carey song he hated, but stopped yourself quickly. Crowley looked sort of pathetic decorating the tree with his hands tied together, but you didn't say anything.

 "Damn handcuffs," He mumbled.

"Better than Abaddon's bullet," You replied.You

You two went on decorating for a couple hours-when you were done with the tree, you cut out snowflakes, and Crowley hung them up as well as some light up garland strings. It was a lot of fun, actually, Crowl had been irritable at first, but then eventually he came around and made some wise cracks. (Sleeeeeigh, Santa, Sleeeiiiiiiigh!) He wasn't exactly peppy and he still didn't let you play Christmas music, though.

 The only thing left was some mistletoe, or so you thought. It was missing from the bottom of the box.



"Well, looks like we're done here!" You smiled and threw the box in the corner for when you wanted to take down the decorations.

You took a minute admiring your work, then turned around to face Crowley. "All right. Back in the trap," You started to say to him but stopped midsentence when. you saw the cheeky look on his face.

"What?" You asked, and he simply glanced up to above your head, where he was holding the missing mistletoe. He looked, in all honesty, like a total geek. He had both arms stuck together and was trying to look sexy, and if you've ever seen a person with two hands above their head trying to make kissy eyes at you, it's actually kind of hilarious.

Thinking back to what Dean said you held back a giggle. You looked back at him shyly, like, are there rules when it comes to Mistletoe? Do you have to kiss the person first or do they? Does it have to be on the lips?

Crowley, being the mind reader he is, must have sensed your confusion and kissed you softly on the lips. Your face was on fire and it took you a minute to realize what was happening and you kissed back.

"Thanks for the holiday cheer, darling," He chuckled at the huge blush on your face. "It's been...interesting. But Moose and Not Moose are coming down and I'm sure they'll kill both of us if they knew that you let me help."

"Right! Right," You said and made sure he was back in the Devil's trap(and painted the part you'd rubbed out)  before taking back the handcuffs. You were still kind of in a daze as you shut the door behind yourself and nearly ran into Dean.

"Whoa, you okay?" Dean asked, studying the somewhat euphoric look on your face.

"Oh,uh, I'm fine," You said quickly, and then spedwalked away, leaving Sam and Dean looking confused.

"Dude, I think she made out with Crowley.," Sam laughed as they watched your figure disappear behind a corner. Dean laughed heartily. "I'm gunna kill that sonuvabitch," He smiled.