Careful What You Wish For

Just Brainstorming

Sam tensed and his stomach knotted. Crowley may be fun in theory, but the reality of the demon still put Sam on edge. He stopped himself from bolting up, instead sitting up with a cool composure. Inside, Sam was a mess of anxiety and humiliation, but there was no way he was going to let Crowley see it.

"Yeah, no, just come on in. I was clearly looking for company." Sam rolled his eyes. Crowley wasn't buying the nonchalant act.

"I'm fairly certain you were, Moose. You were literally calling for me. Now that I show, you're going to pretend you didn't mean it? This really is one of your worse games."

"C- Call you? What, are you Voldemort now?"

Crowley's eyes narrowed as he puzzled out what Sam was trying to get at. He took a guess, passing it off as absolute knowledge. "I suppose you could call me that. You think the King of Hell wouldn't know when a Winchester is looking to unload his soul?"

Sam swallowed dryly and was quiet for longer than he should have been. "Obviously I didn't mean it," his voice was quiet but firm.

"Obviously. Still seemed worth a visit. I had to see what peril you must have been in to think of such an offer," Crowley gave a half-smile. "I'm not sure if I'm more pleased to have found you crying my name, or disappointed that you and yours aren't in grave danger."

"I wasn't crying your name," Sam snapped at the demon, somehow briefly believing that what he was actually doing was any better.

"Moaning? Grunting? All meaningless distinctions, really. Tell me, what is it about me that set you off? Not that there aren't a plethora of reasons to picture me whilst in the midst of a little self love."

Crowley was met with a sideways glance and a whole lot of silence. Sam could feel the King's eyes on him and shifted uncomfortably. Eventually he spoke. "Yeah, well, show's over. You can leave now."

With a raised eyebrow, Crowley loosened his tie. "Or, and I'm just brainstorming here, you could quit the regretful act and go for round two with a little company."

Sam's face flushed and his heart started to pound. His first and strongest reservation was the idea of Dean catching him in bed with a demon... again. He instantly realized that if that was his biggest reason not to indulge this new-found fantasy, he needed to follow through. He knew by now that life is too short to avoid risks and to deny yourself the things you want. "Yeah... yeah, okay." Sam pulled back the covers, symbolically inviting Crowley into his bed.