A/N: I don't own Supernatural or Crowley. This Fic contains alcoholism.

'I stared over the top of my glass into the mirror at the back of the bar. I was looking at myself, but for some reason I couldn't see myself. Like in the way you have something in your eye, you don't see the rest of yourself because you were so focused on your eye. This was the same situation, but instead of looking at my eye I was looking at me, but it was as if it wasn't me I was looking at. Have you ever looked at yourself and not thought you were yourself, like you were someone else, but you looked like…well, you.' You were so drunk, the bartender in front of you passed you another drink.

"I didn't order another one." Your words were slurred as they left your mouth.

"No, you didn't. I did." Crowley sat next to you, "I've been calling you all night. Why didn't you answer?" You pulled your phone from your pocket and placed it on the bar. It was broken in two, with only one wire holding it together.

"I got upset," You burped, "I threw it against the wall." You laid your chin on the rim of your glass and continued to stare at 'not me' in the mirror.

"Ah, I see." Crowley followed your eyes to the mirror and back to you, "Come on, I'm getting you home." He stood and pulled on you arm. You resisted his touch and drank the last bit of your drink before standing up and immediately falling into Crowley's shoulder. Crowley quickly caught you and picked you up in his arms. We appeared outside the bunker.

"No! I'm not going in there!" You struggled to get out of his gripped but was too drunk to do anything.

"What's gotten into you?" Crowley gripped your legs tighter so you wouldn't fall.

"I'll tell you everything, just as long as you don't take me in there!"

"Alright, alright…and stop shouting." Crowley and you appeared in a luxurious hotel suite. Crowley walked you over to the bed and wrapped you in the satin sheets.

"Now tell me, darling. What's going on?" You let your eyes lower so you weren't looking into his face.

"Was it those idiot brothers?" Crowley continued.

"No, they didn't do anything. It's…it's just me." A frown was very present on your face.

"Dean was kinda flirting with me today an-" You continued until Crowley cut you off.

"So it was them! When I get my hands on them I'll-"

"Crowley! No, please. It wasn't him. He went to kiss me but I stopped him. I just couldn't, I don't feel that way for him." Crowley's eyes softened as your sadness now formed to tears.

"I…I can't feel that way for him, or anyone else, for that matter." Tears now streaking your face as you became consumed by your feelings.

"I can't love anyone else, because…because, I…I love you." Your whole body broke down as the truth finally came spilling out. Crowley leaned over embracing you in a hug.

"It's all right, darling." He let you sob into his shoulder for a few minutes. He sat up again and wiped the tears from your face.

"You're tired darling. You need to get some sleep." Crowley pressed off from the bed with his hand, "I leave you so you ca-" You gripped his wrist tight.

"Please don't leave. I was hoping that you'd stay." You tried to pull a smile, but it was unsuccessful. Crowley nodded at your request and cuddled up against you under the sheets. His arm wrapped around your waist. His breath was warm against your skin and you could feel yourself drift to sleep.

"Crowley." You said almost cautiously.

"Mhmm." He grumbled back.

"Do you…do you feel the same for me?" You sighed. Crowley kissed the back of your head sweetly.

"Of course I do, darling. Now, go to sleep." You could ignore him, but you quickly turned in his caress and planted an alcoholic kiss on his lips. You nuzzled your face into his chest and feel asleep.