I know I have something like this for Dean already, but I just can't help myself. An unlimited amount of random Crowley/OC oneshots that range in topic and length, based in a very slow AU. Enjoy ~~~~

He's bedded mortal women before, mostly for the sake of curiosity.

But Jolene has...substance...and she's smoking his cigars.

She must not know he is awake because she's digging through his stuff. She ashes the cigar on the floor and pulls out a black (surprise) button up of his. As she shrugs it on, she strolls, humming as she walks to the bathroom.

"And just what do you think you're doing," he drawls, propping himself up on his elbow.

She looks back at him, plucking the cigar from her mouth. "Well, you know, I was gonna use that dettachable showerhead you got to actually get off, but then I found this lovely shirt..."

"A shirt over an orgasm," he hummed. "Worth it?"

She ran her fingers in circles on her stomach, taking a quick puff; cherry. "This shirt is pretty soft..."

He chuckles, substance indeed. "Well, how about I help you with that orgasm, since you can't make it to the showerhead."

She smirked and approached him slowly, chewing softly on the end of her cigar. "But sweetie, you couldn't even get me there beforehand."

He watched her crawl on top of him, cigar smoke bathing over his face as she straddled him. She was beautiful, but would he tell her that? No...never. He reached up, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her lips hard against his. She squeaked, pushing up on her knees. She relaxed against him, placing her free hand against his shoulder. She chuckled as she pulled away, licking her lips before sticking her cigar back between her lips.

"Now, thats what I'm talking about," she leaned back into him.

He let her lips go with agitation, narrowing his eyes at her smirk. She tossed the thick curtain of hair over her shoulder; she took a final puff of the cigar and snuffed it out in the ashtray on the bedside table. She wrapped her arms around his neck, staring at his eyes for the first time...ever.

"What am I going to do with you," he muttered.

"Anything."