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"You have to be joking," you spoke with a deadpan expression, eyes narrowed upon Dean. The serious look you received nailed in the Winchester's words, and your lips tightened. It had not taken more than a minute for Castiel to be ushering you into the back seat of his ridiculous pimp mobile, sandwiched between him and Crowley.
"I'm not happy about it either," Castiel inputted with his graveled voice, a slight upturn of the edge of his lips reeking with his angelic sympathies.
"Pet, don't be such a spoil-sport," Crowley cooed in his thick British accent, a ghost of a smirk slipping across his lips. His brown gaze shifted to Dean, and then to Castiel, a brief second that was nearly impossible to catch. As he noticed the two were distracted, the motor already sounding a dull roar, he leaned himself closer to you. Hot breath tickled your ear as he murmured his next words, before quickly readjusting himself. "If you prefer, my lap would be far more comfortable for you."
Y/e/c eyes shifted to a glare as you shifted your gaze to the King of Hell, attempting to cover that momentary hitch of your breath. Cheeks gently dusted with red blush, you realized there was no way you could shift away from the demon at all. With Castiel so tightly squished against your right side, you found yourself nearly wishing to move closer to Crowley.
Though you glared, you quickly shifted your gaze to your own lap, attempting to ignore the demon. He wants a rise out of you, you told yourself as you tried to forget your situation entirely. For about three seconds, just maybe you had forgotten you were stuck between the two men, pressed right up against the King of Hell himself, until he broke your train of thought.
"You're rather radiant in that shade of blush," he whispered once more, almost huskily as his hot breath tickled your ear once more. "Perhaps you're fond of me after all."
Before you knew it, you could feel a rather quick caress of your thigh, something you may have thought was a simple accident in close quarters. Once your gaze shifted back to the demon, though, you could see the playfulness in his gaze. As your eyes locked with chocolate brown orbs, you could see a flicker of another smirk against his lips.
Your gaze quickly shifted back to your lap. What curiosities dwelled deep inside of you, you were unsure, but you did not raise your voice to alert either of the others that he had been playing around. Even as you could feel a warm palm resting upon your knee, you simply shot another glare in the King of Hell's direction.
"Don't play daft, Darling," he cooed into your ear, a low growl just quiet enough to be yours alone, his breath reflected off your ear in the most tempting of ways. "I've seen the way your eyes follow me."
Your heart dropped into your stomach at his words, blush coating your cheeks deeper as you found yourself without a single word to reply. Breath hitched once more as you found your leg moving on it's own, pressing flush against his leg. Nothing about your hunter instinct wished to admit your...weakness, if you could call it that, but surely both supernatural beings noticed the way your heart was racing.
With another sly look, Crowley paused his next little tease. His gaze shifted out the window, cuffed hands in his lap, as if he had not been the reason your heart raced in your chest. Waiting out Castiel's curious gaze, the King of Hell shifted himself once more. Instead of simply a teasing word, his closest cuffed hand slyly reached your own, grabbing it gently. A calloused thumb slipped gently against the knuckle of your hand, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. The sensation itself had been warm, nearly endearing in nature.
Before you knew it, be it subconscious or otherwise, your hand loosely wrapped his own. Your own y/e/c eyes shifted to check on the attention of the other two car-mates, making sure they had been wrapped in their own worlds. As your gaze shifted back to Crolwey's, your voice had been merely a gentle whisper.
"If you're simply screwing with me, I swear," you warned, your tone low as your y/e/c hues narrowed upon the demon. You could feel the subtle haze of desire, surely something the King of Hell could sniff out, a writ of amusement against his features. It had been far too tempting for you to wipe that subtle smirk off his lips, to press your lips to his…but you were quick to remember you were not alone in the car itself.
"As amusing a thought as that is," he murmured into your ear, his lips practically brushing the shell of your ear, "I'm not. If you'd like me to, surely I could get a rise out of you, Darling."
You rolled your eyes, though it had been hard for you to hold the genuine smile that tugged upon your lips. Your stomach churned, face flushed slightly at such an insinuation. Though he had been a demon, you had not truly known what it was that you did expect. “As tempting as that may be, I’m sure our car-mates would easily catch on,” you murmured, your voice hardly even a whisper.
Crowley simply responded with an amused chuckle slipping against his lips, though he had not intended upon letting your hand free as the two of you sat beside Castiel in the back seat of his...pimp mobile, so to speak. Occasionally, the two of you would steal glances to one another, though the King of Hell seemed to tread lightly upon the Winchester or the angel noticing the way the two of you had been situated. It had been about ten minutes of discomforting silence, before you felt the tickle of the man’s breath against your ear once more.
“Perhaps once I’m free of these chains, a date, pet?” Crowley cooed confidently, the suave King of Hell catching every little detail, down to the way your breath had hitched once more. “Somewhere a little more…private, I suppose?”
No matter how hard you attempted to quell the way your heart sped in your chest, you found your efforts to no avail, and you were already sure that you could feel Castiel’s gaze shift at least once. For merely a moment, you pursed your lips, if only to avoid your lips curling far too upward for discretion. “I’d really like that,” you murmured under your breath, squeezing the King of Hell’s hand gently, reassuring that you truly meant the words that slipped past your lips.
“We’re here,” Dean called out, and before you knew it, the warmth of the King of Hell’s hand left your own, discreetly as the Winchester glanced back upon the three of you through the rearview mirror.
Getting out of the back of the car itself had been your reassurance that the King of Hell meant what he had said, the gentle way that his hand guided you out of the small space. His lips curled upwards in amusement, merely for a moment as his gaze caught your own. Though you had known there was work to be done, you found your anticipation to the point Crowley earned his chains off once more, your mind reeling with the possibilities.