#and crowley is like i KNOW dean winchester taught you this
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Protector
Requested by @captaincvans
Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, a little bit of Sam Winchester x little sister!reader
Synopsis: your big brother Dean has always been your protector
It started when you were four years old. Dean answered one of John’s phones, and was shocked to hear your tiny voice on the other end.
“Who is this? How did you get this number?”
“My mommy,” you were sobbing into the phone, and Dean’s heartbeat picked up. Had someone hurt the little girl on the other end? “My mommy said to call if-if bad things happened. She said it was my daddy’s number.”
To say Dean was shocked would be the understatement of the century, but he forced himself to remain calm, if only for the little girl who clearly needed help. John had gone out on a job, and Sam had walked to a nearby store to grab some supplies.
“Ok, well where’s your mommy?”
“The monster…he-he…” you broke down into sobs, and Dean didn’t need to hear anything else.
Dean was usually used to waiting for John’s orders before doing just about anything, but somehow now he knew just what to do. Every instinct inside him screamed to help you from the moment he heard your voice.
He didn’t know then, but that instinct would follow him for the rest of his life.
…
Dean’s relationship with you was different than his with Sam. Dean had practically raised Sam, but he literally raised you. The older the boys got, the more John left them for hunts. And there was the age difference; he was only four years older than Sam, but Dean had already grown up and started hunting by the time you came into his life. And after John died, the two of you became closer than ever, and he took on his role as caretaker even more seriously.
So, needless to say, hunting wasn’t in the cards for you. Of course Dean taught you how to defend yourself, but he knew that once you started hunting, you’d be stuck in that life forever, and that wasn’t a choice he was going to let you make as a teenager.
A part of you always wanted to fight him on it, not because you thought you’d love hunting, but because your big brothers risked their lives on an almost-daily basis, and you wanted to be there to help them. However, it didn’t take long for you to realize that being on a hunt would just put them in more danger; Dean would be so worried about you that he wouldn’t keep his head on straight. You weren’t going to be the reason he got distracted and killed on a hunt.
So you stayed behind.
But that didn’t mean that you were always safe.
…
“Crowley I swear, if you touch one hair on her head-“
“Let me guess, they’ll never find the body?”
“Oh no, they will,” Dean’s fists were clenched so hard, his palms were going numb. “They’ll find it, and they’ll keep finding it. Little bits, everywhere, maybe I’ll even drop you in a couple of different states. I’ll cut you up nice and slow, it’ll take weeks before you’re dead, and that’s if I’m feeling generous enough to let you die at all.”
“My my my, someone is very protective about his little pet. However, your mummy should’ve taught you some manners, because you see…” Dean flinched when he heard your screams over the phone. “I don’t like to be threatened, squirrel.”
“Ok, ok!” Dean relented. Your screams stopped.
“Good. Now, here’s my ultimatum,” Crowley’s voice rose in anger, “If you ever want to see this little runt again, the first thing you’re gonna do, is drop the attitude, and show some respect!” Crowley cleared his throat, and returned to his easygoing, neutral tone. “After all, I am the king of hell. And then, after that, you’re going to stop meddling in my affairs. That’s not so bad, is it?”
Dean was about to throw out a snarky response when your voice broke in.
“Don’t listen to him, Dean. He’s just a liar, he’ll betray y-“ your desperate, frightened voice cut off with a high-pitched scream, and Dean could swear he heard Crowley laughing.
“Now now, darling, that’s not very nice. Name-calling is for children. Oh that’s right,” Crowley’s laughter started up again. “You are a child.”
“Stop it!” Not seeing what was going on was driving Dean insane. He could only imagine what Crowley was doing to you. “Alright, Crowley, you get what you want. Just let her go!”
The screaming stopped again.
“Now, that’s sweet, Dean. But I’m afraid I don’t exactly trust your word. So, I’m going have to keep your little rugrat here for a little longer, just to make sure you make good on your promise. Deal?”
“No no no, Crowley you can’t just-“
“I think we’re done here.”
The click that followed might as well have been an atomic bomb.
…
“We got a location.”
Dean had never jumped up that fast in his entire life.
“Finally, let’s go.”
“Dean, hold on,” Sam placed his hand out, stopping Dean in his tracks. “We don’t know how many demons are guarding it.”
“You know what, Sam? I don’t really care. There could be a thousand demons in there for all I care. She’s in there, so I’m going.” Dean brushed past Sam, who reluctantly followed him into the Impala.
“I’m just saying, it would be nice to have a plan.”
“I have a plan.” Dean peeled out of the driveway and sped along the road.
“The plan is get her back.”
…
You heard them before you saw them. It would be impossible not to; the screaming of demons and the thud as bodies hit the floor wasn’t exactly quiet.
However, when the door burst open, it wasn’t your brothers who came in.
Crowley rushed toward you, his hand outstretched to grab you and teleport you with him. A split second before his hand reached your shoulder, the demon blade whizzed past his ear and struck his arm, throwing him off balance and onto the floor. Before he could get back up, Dean was on him, not even bothering with the knife as he pounded on Crowley’s face. Sam rushed in after him, grabbing Dean by the shoulder and pulling him off.
“That’s enough, Dean! Just use the kni-“
Before either brother could move towards the demon blade, Crowley had disappeared.
“No!” Dean slammed his fist against the wall, and was about to do it again when he heard it.
“Dean?”
Never, not even when you were little, had Dean ever heard you sound so small; so fragile. He turned, his gaze instantly softening, his fists relaxing as he rushed to your side. He quickly untied the ropes holding you to a metal chair, and as soon as you were free you collapsed into his waiting arms.
“You’re ok,” Dean’s eyes stung as he gripped you tightly to him. “You’re safe now, I’m here.”
“Is she ok?” Sam stepped up behind Dean, and Dean reluctantly pulled away to check you for injuries.
There was a gash along your cheek, and he saw several cuts on your arms and legs, but what really worried him was the blood covering the front of your shirt.
“Baby, can you…” Dean touched the pool of blood dripping down your stomach. You lifted your shirt a few inches, and he saw a deep cut running along your ribs. Blood was still gushing freely from the cut, and Dean quickly removed his top layer of flannel, pressing it against the wound.
Sam flinched when you cried out, and Dean winced.
“I know, I know it hurts honey. I need you to hold it there, though.” You took the shirt from him and he nodded, “Yeah, good, press it tight.” He glanced around one more time to be sure no demons were coming, before he scooped you into his arms. You cried out again when he jostled you, and he tried to ignore you as he turned to Sam.
“You gotta watch my back, I’ve got her, but I don’t know if there are any more demons still here.”
Sam nodded, taking the demon blade.
“Alright, I’ll drive.”
…
“Do we need to take her to a hospital?” Sam glanced to the back of the Impala, where your head was resting in Dean’s lap as he held his shirt against your cut.
“I’m ok,” your voice was quiet, almost sleepy.
“We should take her in,” Dean insisted.
“It doesn’t look like she’s lost that much blood,” Sam hesitantly argued.
“Dean, I’m ok,” you turned your gaze from your injury to your big brother. “Really, just stitch me up. I’ll be fine.”
Dean relented hesitantly, mostly because he didn’t put it past Crowley to try to alert local authorities to all the bodies he’d left in his wake saving you. The last thing you needed was to be stuck in a hospital while Sam and Dean got arrested.
“Alright, ok. But you gotta stay awake, understand?”
You were silent for a few seconds, and when your voice lifted he could hear the tears you were trying to hold back.
“He wouldn’t let me sleep.”
Dean felt the white-hot anger rising in him, but he forced it down.
“You…but you were gone for three days.”
“I know. But ev-every time I tried to sleep…” you picked at one of the cuts, and Dean got the picture. He glanced up to see Sam gripping the steering wheel with all his might, his knuckles turning snow-white.
“I’m sorry,” Dean’s soft voice was only beat by the softness in his eyes as he looked down at you. “I’m so sorry. But you gotta stay awake just a little bit longer, I’m sorry.”
You knew he wasn’t just apologizing for that.
“Dean, it’s not your fault.”
He turned to look out the window, and you knew he didn’t believe you.
“Dean,” you tried to raise your voice, but it just sent you into a fit of coughing. His head whipped back to look at you, and he squeezed his hand under your head, lifting you up a little so you could breathe.
“Honey, don’t talk, don’t talk. You’re ok, just breathe.”
“Dean,” you took a deep breath, “Dean it’s not. It’s not your fault-“
“Shh, shh,” he insisted, eyes flitting nervously over your face. “Kiddo please, don’t talk.”
“Then say it.”
Dean sighed, and you knew he wouldn’t mean it, but you wanted him to say it anyway.
“It wasn’t my fault.”
…
“I’m sorry,” Dean winced when you sucked in a breath, trying desperately to stay still as he sewed you up.
“I’m ok,” you insisted.
“Ok, I’m done,” Dean tied off the last stitch, and you hesitantly stood and headed to your bathroom to shower off the blood that was all but covering you.
Dean sat on your bed while you were gone, staring down at the blood on his hands, disgusted but somehow unable to get up to wash it off.
He stayed there until you returned, a clean shirt and your pajama pants on. You stepped up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He glanced up, opening his mouth to speak before closing it again. You tugged on his arm without speaking, and he followed you mechanically as you pulled him into your bathroom.
You turned on the sink water and guided his hands under the flow, rubbing his hands until they were clean and your blood was running down the drain. You handed him a soft towel, and he slowly dried his hands.
The two of you stood there in silence, unsure of whether to move or not. Then suddenly, the two of you moved in sync. He opened his arms just as you moved towards him, and he wrapped you into his arms. One of his hands cradled the back of your head, while the other rested on the small of your back. You felt his chin rest on the top of your head, his arms tightening around you.
“I’m so sorry,” he choked.
You wanted to tell him it wasn’t his fault, but you knew that you could scream it til doomsday and Dean still wouldn’t believe it. So instead you said what he needed to hear.
“I’m ok.”
…
You weren’t the only one who hadn’t been able to sleep during your captivity, and you knew it. Dean looked horrible, his eyes dark and his hair greasy and sticking out in strange angles. You didn’t think you could convince him to eat or shower, not yet at least. He hadn’t left your side in the hour since you got back, and you figured he would want to watch over you while you slept.
So, if you couldn’t make him eat, you figured you at least knew a way to make him sleep.
You let him tuck you into your bed before grabbing onto his arm as he turned to go.
“Stay with me,” you insisted. He nodded and reached to grab a chair.
“No, with me,” you lifted a corner of the blanket. Dean didn’t speak, he just climbed in next to you and let you lean against his arm.
After a few minutes, Dean’s breathing evened out and you smiled.
He was your protector, always.
But maybe there was some ways that you could save him, too.
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Supernatural Crowley Drabble: Meeting each other for the first time in the Bunkers kitchen
Content/Warning: Gender neutral Winchester! Reader, Post Apocalypse Setting
Dedicated to @gabriels-wings-of-freedom 💚 I love our Headcanon brainstorms! And I always look forward to your writing
You were new to the life of a hunter, new to the small family that you didn’t knew you had. They reluctantly took you in, not wanting to have your life ruined like hunting wrecked theirs.
But after your brothers fought off several monsters that seemed to have gotten the Update on the Family tree as well they knew there was no going back for you.
Still, they tried to keep you seperated from what they were doing to avoid further harm coming your way. They taught you all they knew, Dean showed you how to handle yourself in a fight and how to shoot a gun and Sam taught you everything he knew about Monsters and how to kill them.
It was.. a lot, especially since you were made aware that almost everything was real out there. Witches, Werewolves and.. Angels and Demons and even Gods. Like, other, numerous gods!! But they assured you that you wouldn’t need to worry, they would be there to destroy every mitherfucker who dared to cross their little sibling. You were wary, but hopeful of that promise.
They taught you all about their job, but what they didn’t fully tell you was their own, messy history with the reigns of the world. Their involvement with Michael and Lucifer.. they only mentioned it briefly and that also only several months of being with them. You didn’t press on yet. Your brothers went through a lot of pain. You could see it in the way Deans eyes would loose all color, and the way Sams gaze lost itself when you had speculated what Hell might be like.
You didn’t know a lot about the things that went down, only that they adverted an impending Apocalypse. But now they still got plenty of stuff on their plate, they always did. You supported them back from the Bunker when they were out hunting and helped thdm look for jobs when they were here.
The boys were here for a while, you took advantage of that to spend some time together with them and watched trashy action movies with them. After an evening of doing so you woke up at 3AM with the munchies and went to go to the kitchen in an oversized shirt and your underwear.
You expected to snatch some left over fast food from Dean or some greens from Sam from the fridge, but what you certainly didn’t expect to find in the kitchen was a.. man. Like a man in a black suit just standing there drinking a glass of Scotch.
You squinted at him in the dim light and rubbed your eyes, he raised his brows in amusement when he saw you. He only just found out that the Winchesters had another sibling but.. he didn’t expect that person to be you. His lips twitched up when he saw that messy hair, the sleepy face and the oversized clothing.
„Umm.. so.. who are you? I don’t suppose you also came here for a late night snack.“
You tilted your head to the side and moved around the table, cautiously getting closer to the knife block. It might not be useful but it was better that having nothing on your hands.
He chuckled and leaned over, putting his hands in his pockets. „Who do you think I am?“
You shrugged and leaned back against the counter, hand resting near the knife block.
„You‘re sassy so.. I think you might be some demon.“
He feigned offense and put a hand on his chest, „Some demon? You‘re speaking to the Manager.“ He gave you a look and opened the fridge, rummaging through it before getting out some eggs.
„Well..“ you replied, „Where can I send in my complaints? Some of your staff has been trying to kill me.“ You eyed him with a frown and watched him get out a pan as well. What the hell..
„That’s why I‘m here. See it as a inaugural visit. I have some sort of a past with your brothers but I think you might just be the gateaway to new relations.“
You raised your brows and watched him put the pan on the stove and cracking the eggs in it, he looked around and you quietly handed him the salt after a moment if silence. He held it up with a smile,
„See, we‘re already starting off strong.“ He started cooking and you blinked at him with a frown. There was a demon in your kitchen, cooking eggs? At 3 AM? That might just be the weirdest experience ever since you found out about this whole supernatural beings thing.
„You might be asking yourself why you would even need relations to a Demon. But your brothers and now you always get caught up in the crossfire. There‘s no side that you can completely rely on so it‘s good to have a backup from Hell, don’t you think?“
You let your hand slide away from the knife block, still frowning.
„…You‘re kinda a good Salesman.“ You noted and he chuckled darkly, shooting you a look before handing you some Oranges.
„Thats why I was King of the Crossroads and why I am now the King of Hell. Marketing is everything.“ He said with a wink, prompting a small, confused smile to appear on your lips.
You took the Oranges and started cutting them in half, you had no idea why you were apparently making breakfast with a demon, but you didn’t really question it at this day and hour.
„I‘m Y/n..“ you now introduced yourself. The delicious smell of Omelet started to flood the kitchen. You made Orange juice next to him. What a weird night. „I‘m Crowley, pleased to meet you.“
He put the food on a plate and set in down on the table. „Bon appetit. I‘ll be off then..“ He was about to snap his fingers when you stopped him, „Wait! Stay..“ he raised in brows with a surprised smile, you sat down and crossed your legs on the chair. „Tell me what it’s like to be demon.“
He chuckled and sat down opposite you,
„Why, interested in an application?“ You shot him a look and he turned his head a little, „Well..“
you slid him the orange juice and slowly started eating your Omelet. „Continue, please.“ He looked from the glass to you with a small smile. Crowley observed you with interest, that Winchester was certainly something else.
He took the glass. „Alright.“
I hope you liked it!!
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Bring Me To Life
Pairing: Demon!Dean X Destiel
Warnings: none?
Inspo: Bring me to life, evanescence
Authors note: this isn’t the greatest. I wrote this after a Margarita and being cooped up in my place all day from the “tropical storm.”
Word Count: 1,130
Castiel thought he had lost Dean, that his best friend was dead and gone. It shocked both him and Sam, obviously, to find one day his body just upped and left. Castiel had so much to deal with, after everything that happened with heaven, but how is he supposed to continue with Dean gone? His heart ached for not just his best friend, but for the man that he loves. Dean Winchester, the man who taught Castiel, angel of the lord, a soldier of heaven, what it was like to have humanity.
Dean Winchester woke up, blacked out eyes replacing his green irises. The mark couldn’t let Dean die, so he was back as a demon, off with Crowley. It’s not like Dean was actually best friends with Crowley, as much as Crowley thought they were, Crowley was more like Dean’s… side bitch. That’s the best way to put it. They had an interesting dynamic for sure, but it was nothing like what he had with Castiel. Not like it mattered anymore, though, because this Dean wasn’t himself. May it be a dark version of him, or just the fact he doesn’t have his… well humanity, he had none of the traits that made his angel friend fall for him. And he couldn’t care less.
When Sam managed to get his brother back to the bunker after months of searching, Dean was not happy. And the human blood that his younger brother injected into his bloodstream burned as it pumped through his body. Dean was furious. Enough human blood to get out of the devils trap, but still enough demon in him, he went after his brother. And that’s when Castiel came, and saved Sam from his murderous demon brother. What Castiel didn’t know, is how he saved Dean too.
Dean was sitting down, handcuffed to the chair, while Castiel was sitting across from him. He knew he should cure Dean as soon as possible, he knew the process would hurt Dean, so calming Dean down was first on his list. They were sat across from each other, staring at each other. Castiel knew they could get the real Dean back, he was still there. Dean may be a demon now, he may be acting cold, or numb, but he can be saved, and Castiel was bribing his Dean home.
“Come on, you think these can hold me?” Dean taunted, glaring at Castiel.
“Just long enough, yes,” Castiel answered honestly, then let out a sigh.
“I’m fine the way I am, Cas. I’m better this way. The Dean that you want back, the Dean that you fantasize about, he’s gone, he’s not coming back.”
Of course, Castiel was taken by surprise. He wasn’t exactly subtle but he didn’t know he was being obvious too.
“I don’t want you like that, Cas. It’s never going to happen, give up.”
While the words stung, Castiel knew he couldn’t give up. He wasn’t being Dean back for himself, he’s doing it for Dean. His intent was absolutely selfless in every way possible.
“Dean, I’m going to save you,” is all Castiel said, before getting up from his chair.
They know from their time with Crowley locked up, that human blood is the cure. Unlike Crowley though, when Dean was injected by the cure, he felt pain, burning coursing through his veins. What his buddy Crowley felt as addictive, Dean thought was torture.
Dean looked up at Cas, with his devilish smirk on his face. Cas ignores it, and takes the syringe full of blood out and puts it in Dean’s arm. Dean let’s put a pained yell, and it hurt Castiel to see the man he loved in this much pain, but it’s for a good reason. He had to keep telling himself it was for good reason. Because if he didn’t believe it, he couldn’t put Dean through this pain.
“I’m not going to give up on you Dean,” Castiel stated. “You’ve always been selfless, brave, and you’ve pushed me to be my best. And you’re at your best when you’re not a demon.”
“I disagree,” Dean smirked. “I love the way I am now.”
“I loved the way you were before.” Castiel injected more of the human blood into Dean, causing Dean to scream.
Castiel places a hand on Dean’s back, rubbing it to soothe him, or at least to attempt to soothe him.
“Loved the way I was before? What is that supposed to mean?” Dean asked.
Castiel only ignored the question, focused on turning Dean back into a regular human being. Or as regular as one can be with the mark of Cain. Dean already had enough human blood in him to break out the first time, so it shouldn’t take too long. And during the entire process, Castiel comforted Dean, even if his comfort was rejected.
Meanwhile, a million thoughts were racing in Dean’s mind, the more human he was. Castiel loved him. Castiel viewed him on a pedestal. He looked up at his savior, who had a determined look on his face. And then Dean felt something different, as if the way he looked at Cas had changed. Maybe it did. Because his face became less angry and more pained as the human blood replaced his demon blood.
“Cas?” Dean asked, breathing heavily. “Is that why you can’t give up on me? You love me?” Deans voice had no hint of taunting or teasing, it was genuine, so Castiel looks down at the hunter and nods to answer his question.
Dean felt a flutter in his chest, one he hasn’t felt in a long while. All this time, Castiel has been here, sacrificing for Dean, ruining his angelic reputation for Dean. Castiel gave everything for Dean. He didn’t know how he couldn’t see it before, the connection he and the blue eyed angel have. Castiel was more than just his best friend.
Dean looked up at Castiel one last time with his blacked out orbs, before they reverted back to his green eyes. Castiel, thinking fast threw holy water at Dean, only to find nothing happened.
“Dean,” he breathed out.
“Cas.”
Castiel immediately let’s Dean go. Dean stood up and took a step towards Castiel, who assumed it was for a hug. But instead of embracing his savior, he thanks him with a kiss. Castiel was taken aback but after a moment of processing, he melted into the kiss.
“Cas,” Dean pulled away. “I don’t like who I am without you, without your help, without your love.”
“I’m so glad to hear you say that, Dean,” Castiel smiles.
“Thank you, Cas,” Dean smiles.
Castiel returned Dean’s humanity, but it was the least he could do, since Dean taught Castiel to get in touch with his own humanity.
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The Demon Deal
A/N: This is for @wirdbeimaufhebengebunden who asked Heyy, I saw that your requests are open. I have an idea for a Dean x Reader. They are on a hunt, and she has to make a deal to save Sam (because she knows how much he means to Dean, and he can't live without him, Sam is also your best friend, and the world needs the Winchesters). But then she decides to leave them because the deal causes too much trouble for the brothers. Then they try to find her. Make it as fluffy and angsty as you like :)
All mistakes are mine and mine alone.
Warnings: Mentions of death, violence, and Hell.
Summary: The reader makes a Deal with Crowley to save Sam's life.
Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong, and now I have to sit and watch Sam take his last breath. Silent tears run down my face as Dean openly sobs over Sam holding his head to his chest. In between the sobs, Dean begs Sam to wake up.
"WAKE UP!" Dean is screaming, shaking Sam.
"Dean, we have to go." I try to get Dean moving, knowing that someone must have heard the firefight we just had. We have to get out of here if we dont want to be arrested.
"Don't. Just don't!" Dean yells at me as he picks Sam up and carries him out of the building. I can hear the sirens in the distance getting closer. We dont have that much time to get out of here. Dean lays him down in the back seat before jumping in the front of the car and starting up Baby. We haul ass to get out of there before the cops get here.
It doesn't take us long to get back to the motel room. We move quickly, not wanting anyone to see Sam. Dean carefully sets Sam down on his bed with the door closed behind us. He left the bed unmade that morning as we had an early start and figured it didn't matter. The tears once more fill my eyes. I dont want to think of Sam in the past tense. Sam can't just be gone; the world needs him. Dean needs him.
Dean doesn't want to believe he is gone as he sets to work on cleaning all the blood off him. With Dean's back to me, I quickly left the room. I dont manage to walk far before I hit the ground with my knees and just let out a scream. Once back on my feet, I keep walking. I don't know where I am going; I know that I dont want to be in the room.
"Hello, Darling." I hear Crowley say as he falls into step next to me.
"Fuck you!" I scream to him as I turn to punch him in the face.
"Now, now, Darling, I'm here to help you. I have a deal for you. I will bring Sam back to life in exchange for you spending ten years in Hell working for me."
"What's the catch?" I ask him as I finally stop walking and turn to look at him.
"No catch. You work for me for ten years, and I'll bring Sam back to life." He says with what he probably thinks is a comforting smile. But it's not. It didn't take long for me to know I would take the Deal. Dean needs Sam more than he could ever need me. I'm just the hunter that they picked up and never left. So life will go on for both of them.
"Deal," I say as Crowley pulls me into the kiss to seal the Deal.
Time Skip
My time in Hell, for the most part, wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. For the most part, Crowly just had me doing his dirty work and killing demons that he felt got out of line. What surprised me the most was the amount of bureaucracy in Hell and why he needed me to help him. Even though he wanted these demons killed that would not listen to him, he couldn't just outright kill them.
My time in Hell also taught me more than I think Crowley wanted me to know. I learned the inner workings of Hell once I found the library where I was staying. Ten years was a long time, and I think I managed to read just about every book in the library.
"Your ten years are up tomorrow, Y/N." I hear Crowley say from behind me from where I stand, looking out a window and over the Hellscape.
"I know." I dont turn to look at him. It didn't take long for us to build a friendship. I am not saying that I still dont want to kill him, but I definitely dont want his job, and I might even have a little more respect for him than I did when this all started.
"What are you going to do once you are back topside? Find Moose and Squirrel?"
"I don't know. I doubt they would even take me back after making a demon deal."
"Now you know that isn't true. They haven't stopped looking for you." Crowley comes and stands next to me, placing his hand on my shoulder.
"As much as I hate you, I have grown to respect the three of you. Give them a chance. You saved Sam with your Deal with me. If they can't understand that, then that is their loss."
"You love me, and you know it, Crowley," I tell him with a slight smile on my face. We spend the rest of the night in silence, both of us waiting for what is our daylight to shine, signaling my end in Hell.
"I will drop you off as close to the Bunker as possible. After that, the rest of it will be up to you." He says before placing his hand on my shoulder again; then everything goes black.
When I finally come, I am lying on the side of the road, the blue sky above me. Seeing the color blue brings me to tears. I didn't know how much I missed that color till I saw it again. Then, Hell was all fire and brimstone, blacks and red. When I finally sit up, I can see the Bunker. I get to my feet and stumble my way to the Bunker. Part of me always thought that I would never see it again. That something would happen while doing Crowley's dirty work. I never dared to dream that I would see Sam smile or hear Dean laugh.
Opening the heavy door of the Bunker, I quietly step down onto the landing. I can't see them from where I am standing, making my way down the stairs. Once at the bottom of the stairs, I am thrown against the nearest wall with a knife against my neck. I look up to see Sam is the one holding the knife. It feels like all the air is knocked out of my lungs. I knew that Crowly would uphold his end of the Deal, but I watched Sam take his last breath at the time. Seeing him now almost had the power to bring me to my knees.
"Sammy," I whisper. I dont do anything else as he stares at me. He doesn't take his eyes off me as he screams for Dean. I hear Dean running toward us, but Sam never moves the knife.
"Sam!" Dean yells once he is in the room. Sam movies just enough for Dean to see me.
"Y/N," Dean whispers once he sees me. Dean looks tired once I take him in; I want to do more, but Sam is still holding a knife to my neck, and I dont want to move.
"Hi," I whisper, my voice rough, making me wonder how long I lay outside after Crowley dropped me off. Sam and Dean have one of the silent conversations that they have. Dean moves away from us, moving into the Bunker. Sam removes the knife but keeps his hand on my shoulder as he pushes me away from the wall, his grip tight and most painful as he walks me into the map room.
Once Dean is back in the room, I am quickly handcuffed to a chair. I Dont say anything nor argue as they run the tests to see if it is me and not some monster wearing my face. Once the tests were run, Dean quickly uncuffed and pulled into a hug. Dean is down on his knees, me sitting on his lap.
"How?" Dean whispers to me.
"I saved Sam," I whisper just as quietly. Sam is sitting on the floor next to Dean and me.
"Y/N?" I can hear the question in Sam's voice when he says my name.
"I made a deal. The world needs you both. Im not that important. Crowley offered me a deal of ten years in Hell for Sam's life. I took the Deal."
"You've been in hell?" Dean asks me, his voice breaking as he asks me. I nod my head yes as I finally wrap my arms around Dean. I know we all have a lot to talk about, but I'm just going to sit in Dean's arms for now. The rest can wait.
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Title: The Sun of Huntra
Author: Inkblooded Witch
Artist: PetraAmia
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Eileen, John/Mary, Benny/Anthea, Garth/Beth, Bobby/Crowley, Ishim/Naomi, Past Dean/Others, Past Castiel/Other.
Length: 162200
Warnings: Graphic Violence, Mentioned Past Dub-Con, Brief Bouts of Suicidal Ideation, Largely Seasonally Induced Depression, Mentions of Miscarriage.
Tags: Omegaverse, Magic AU, Shifter AU, Arranged Marriage AU, Royal AU, Leopard Shifter! Castiel, Wolf Shifter! Dean, Smut, Fluff, Impala is a horse.
Posting Date: October 13, 2022
Summary: Castiel, firstborn prince to the Enochian crown, has lived his life largely out of public view. His father is a staunch supporter of tradition, and to have your firstborn be an Omega is shameful. Castiel didn’t even inherit the king’s Shifter breed. The first time he is truly useful in over thirty years is when a strong treaty must be made with their northern neighbors, and to secure it Enochia needs an Omega to mate off to Huntra’s crown prince, Johnathan Dean Winchester III.
Obliged by duty, bound by honor, Castiel prepares himself for what equates to banishment, after decades of having to sneak out just to be allowed beyond Enochia’s capital. He sees no reason to think his intended will be any better an Alpha than those he’s accustomed to, and so he plans accordingly. A final rebellion after years of silent complacency. He only questions his resolve after he meets the Huntarians sent to escort him north, royal guards led by Dean Campbell. The more time he spends in their company, the more he questions what he knows of his new home and her people. The more he finds himself doubting the bitter, bleak fate he’d seen laid out before him.
Perhaps life on Huntarian land won’t be as desolate as he’d envisioned. Perhaps a life mated to this prince of theirs won’t be his damnation. Assuming he can make it there alive. Even then, it may not be assassins or haughty nobility that spells his doom, but something far more merciless.
Excerpt: Naomi took a step back. “You didn’t learn the language properly? How can you speak it to them now? You dare humiliate us before you even leave us?”
“Actually, they’ve complemented me,” Castiel countered. “They say it’s stiff, likely due to lack of recent practice, but good. I wouldn’t humiliate you, mother. Not intentionally.”
“Even if this is true, it’s improper to be conversing so easily with them. There are Alphas in that group, it’s unseemly.”
“Travel makes formalities difficult to maintain. I’m to be spending a great deal of time with these people in the near future. I thought it best to engage, garner goodwill.”
Naomi’s eyes were beginning to narrow. “Are you unwell? It’s been a long time since you’ve been so outspoken. You’re bordering on disrespect. I thought I had taught you better.”
“Perhaps. But neglected habits become broken habits. That was one of your teachings. You’ve neglected me too long. I’m curious, do you hate me because you hate your own breed so much, or because I survived when Jimmy didn’t?”
He saw the slap coming. He didn’t dodge it. Even through cloth he felt the sting, head snapping to the side.
Slowly, Castiel faced his mother again. No one had spoken his brother’s name in years, that he knew of. He rarely spoke it himself. It was something that had brought his mother enough shame Ishim had kept her in a tower for years, and something that had earned him the ire of many in his family before he was old enough to understand.
“I wouldn’t worry. After today, you will never have to look at me again. You will never hear from me again, unless you read letters father receives from my husband. Any shame or dishonor will no longer reflect upon you.”
He left Naomi there, mute, tight hands trembling. He’d known he would likely be seeing his father in regard to his behavior, to make sure he wouldn’t embarrass them. He hadn’t expected to speak with his mother, never mind end on such a bitter note.
As he walked back into the party he didn’t even want to attend, it occurred to Castiel his mother had been correct. He’d stayed unobtrusive for so long because he played their game so well. He could obey, keep his head down, do as he was told. Yet these last few days, he’d been blatantly pushing their boundaries. Granted it was forging a sort of bond with the Huntarians, they seemed to get along with him well enough, but it wasn’t something he’d planned on doing. He just…had.
The more he thought about it, gulping down what was left of his sweet wine in a single draft and going to find another, the more Castiel began to realize why. In short, he did not care. At all. Caring had always been his drive for what he’d done, and it had gone well for years. Now that he no longer cared, the urge to comply was gone.
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Small Moments With... Crowley (Supernatural)
Small Moments With...
Pairing: Crowley X Reader
Word Count: 1,026 words
Warning(s): mentions of violence
Author's Note: A reader on AO3 asked me to write this.
Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)
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Being a Golden Retriever Compared to Him...
We had somehow been dragged on a hunt with Sam and Dean. Well, Crowley described it as being dragged along. I was happy to help.
As the last monster dropped, everyone froze. I looked around the room to make sure everything was safe.
When I saw that we had taken care of everyone, I threw both of my hands up and cheered, "Yes!"
I saw the confused looks from the brothers before looking at Crowley, who was trying to hide his grin.
"That was a little inappropriate, wasn't it," I asked.
"Just a little strange," Crowley said as he walked over.
"Sorry," I looked down and frowned. I looked back up when Crowley kissed the side of my head.
"Nothing to be sorry about," he replied. I nodded and grinned.
There was a moment of silence.
"So... how did you end up with a partner that's the equivalent of a puppy," Dean asked.
"Watch it, Squirrel," Crowley snapped.
Dean held his hands up and I saw Sam hide a laugh.
"Love you," I mumbled to Crowley.
"Love you too, dear."
Mimicking How He Speaks...
"Listen to me, Squirrel," Crowley said.
"Squirrel," I mimicked under my breath.
I saw Sam look at me through the side of his eye.
"I know far more about this than you two lumbering piles of flannel."
"Lumbering piles of flannel," I mimicked again. Sam let out a laugh before quickly covering his mouth. Dean looked at his brother.
"What are you doing," Crowley turned around to look at me.
"You sound funny when you speak to them like that," I shrugged. I put on my best impression. "'Moose and Squirrel. Shut up.'"
"Have you always mocked me," he asked.
"No, but I am always tempted."
"I like them," Dean said, pointing at me and smiling.
"Shut up, Squirrel."
Dean and I both pointed at him, raising our eyebrows.
"I... We're leaving," Crowley grumbled and walked over to me.
I grabbed his hand and pulled him over, so I could kiss his cheek, "I'm sorry, baby."
He sighed and looked at me, "It's alright."
I smiled at him, "I love you."
"I... I love you too," he muttered.
I glanced over his shoulder to see Sam and Dean watching the scene unfold with wide eyes. They looked at each other for a moment. It must've been bizarre to see this side of Crowley. I was just happy to make this side of him appear more often.
Making Him Want to be Better...
"Why are you helping them," I asked as I watched Crowley gather what he needed for a spell. "I hate to bring it up, but you... you don't like the Winchesters. You complain about them all the time."
Crowley froze for a moment. He set the materials down on the table and walked over to me.
"You," he said simply.
"Me?"
"You are the reason that I'm so willing to help them," he explained.
I furrowed my eyebrows and tilted my head at him.
He chuckled as he stepped forward and cupped the sides of my face, "You make me want to help them. You, my dear, have made me want to be a better person."
"I'm making you soft," I asked.
"No," he corrected. "Better doesn't mean I'm soft. Yet another thing you've taught me."
I grinned and looked down, feeling my face heat up. Crowley leaned forward and kissed my forehead.
"I love you," he said.
I looked back up at him, "I love you too."
He leaned over and kissed my cheek, "I'll be home soon."
I nodded.
I was okay with this "better Crowley".
His Mom Absolutely Adoring You...
I frowned at the contraption around Rowena's neck.
"What do you want," she asked when she noticed my staring. I looked away.
"Sorry," I said instantly. "I'm just... I'm sorry that you have to wear that."
"Well, I didn't expect my son to accept me with open arms," she replied. She tilted her head at me. "You're Crowley's partner, right?"
"Yeah," I nodded.
"How long has that been... a thing?"
"A few years now," I grinned to myself.
"So you're... like royalty here?"
I chuckled, "I don't quite like calling it that."
"But you are," Rowena insisted. "You definitely have the look for it."
"Thanks," I looked down at my clothes.
"I'm impressed," she grinned.
I grinned. Everyone wanted to be accepted by their partner's parents. It was an important step.
"Thank you," I said again. "I hope you know that doesn't mean I'm going to go against Crowley's wishes and remove that device from your neck."
"I figured," she replied. "I was hoping that meant I could have some tea... of booze."
"That I can arrange."
"Ooo, I like you already."
Other Demons Being Terrified of You...
I sighed as yet another demon stopped and tipped his head down at me.
"Please don't," I begged. "That's completely unnecessary."
The demon looked confused but nodded nonetheless and walked away.
"Crowley," I said as I walked into the main room.
"Hello, dear," he replied with a smile. It dropped when he saw my face. "What's wrong?"
"The demons," I muttered.
"Did someone try to hurt you-"
"No, no," I shook my head. "They're all just... scared of me. They bow at me and panic if I look even a little upset. It's... It's exhausting."
"My dear," Crowley said. "They do that because they respect me. They know the consequences of wronging me."
"I just... I don't want them to act like scared puppies around me," I sighed. "I understand the respect thing, but... isn't this taking it a little too far?"
Crowley must've seen how much this was upsetting me. He let out a quiet sigh and pulled me close to him.
"I'll have a word with them, okay," he promised, rubbing his hand in circles on my back. "I just want you to be comfortable."
"Thank you. I'm sorry for causing such a fuss-"
"No," he replied. "No apologizing for things like this. Your comfort comes before all else."
I nodded.
"I love you, dear."
"I love you too, Crowley."
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Want to know if any other Destiel shippers feel like this:
You love SPN, for the most part. When you watched it originally, you were super invested in every character and looked forward to all the crazy things the show was doing. It felt like such an ensemble cast of interesting people--and now the most meaningful part of the show for you is Destiel.
This is how I feel about SPN now. I really wish that wasn't the case, but as I'm rewatching it currently, with my sister (who is watching it for the first time), I'm realizing that I don't get supremely invested like I used to unless it's Destiel. I still adore many of the side characters, I still adore Sam and Eileen, Crowley, and Bobby--but Destiel became so important to me after the series ended. After taking some time away from the fandom because of how the series ended, I'm now realizing that the parts of SPN I find to be the most intriguing are the parts where I can see Dean and Cas growing to love one another.
I don't know if that's because I felt like the writing was letting Sam down for a long time for the last few seasons of the show or because the plotlines themselves were becoming shoddy--hell, maybe it's just because I was so jilted by how Cas was treated at the end of it all, but Dean and Cas's story is the only piece of SPN that can still grip my heart and my attention like it did the first time I watched it. The rest of the series is kind of in shadow for me (not that I don't still love the iconic episodes SPN has produced or still find Sam and Dean's most emotional moments lovely).
And because of that, I have no interest in doing a full SPN rewatch--not only now, but maybe ever. Each time I've found myself coming back to SPN over the years since it's end has been to only experience Cas and Dean's story once more. Which, to be fair to the non-shippers, does skew my perception of just how much Destiel was in SPN (though I am realizing with this rewatch with my sister that, though Destiel isn't in every piece of SPN's story, it is a significant part of it, especially in the later seasons). But I still love analyzing the two of them and figuring out what they were likely feeling and thinking during certain scenes and how those moments influenced the future of their relationship.
I don't have that spark of interest in anything else in SPN anymore. So, as angry as it probably makes a lot of people in the fandom, SPN has been whittled down to Destiel for me. Destiel looms over everything, and above all, SPN became a love story, in my eyes. I love Sam; I wish he'd had a clearer and better ending with Eileen. I wish he'd had more to do in the later seasons than he did because he is a super interesting character with interesting history--but the power of Dean and Cas's story is unmatched to me. I don't think I'll ever say my favorite part of SPN isn't the love story it accidentally created, but I'm still sad that this series that was such a huge part of my life can only make me excited through one avenue now.
Still, though, if I had to choose one thing to love about this series, seeing how Dean Winchester, the king of self-loathing, fell in love with Castiel, the angel who taught him how to believe, would be it.
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we do love a good quentin tarantino reference episode, especially when dean decides to use the waitress to teach cas how to flirt. especially when dean calls him "devastatingly handsome". this fulfills one of my most beloved headcanons where dean finds cas a sexual behemoth, but to everyone else, cas is just... some guy. some dude!
the wounded angel
does cas listen to these sermons just to laugh at them? i think he does.
also, i deserved to see more cas and mary moments. he's her son-in-law! though she does lie to him about urination, and this is a topic that cas takes VERY seriously.
cas really does just have a series of increasingly worse days. also very telling that dean is the one to go to cas and worry about him.
mother mary
mary just has. bad instincts. she's also either inherited the winchester trait for deception or she taught it to her kids. not sure which came first.
it's just really hard to feel sympathy for mary in this one, especially since she's lying through her teeth the whole time to everyone. and yes, nuanced character, etc., but lying is BAD
and dean's refusal to even think about cas dying... and cas still being a sassy little bitch even though he IS dying... we LOVE them.
mr. crowley
we love a demon with uncertain motivations! he's the best!
we also love to see a demon go flying through the air. which is always a fun time
a real barn burner
cas attempting to sacrifice himself for the winchesters for the forty thousandth time. his confession... he's just warming up for THEE big confession, and this one is still painful.
"i love you..." cut to dean looking distressed "i love ALL of you" cut to dean looking MORE distressed (and sam looking like 'this could've been an email')
for cas, the worst thing in the world would be to watch his family die. and he's never had to witness that (yet). meanwhile, dean's had to watch him die MULTIPLE times.
and then cas starts to foam attractively from the mouth
and dean is looking DEVASTATED because of course, this is going to be at least the third time he's had to watch cas die in front of him
now here's the real question--does crowley save cas because he's still fond of him from their dating days? or does crowley save cas because he knows that dean would simply not forgive him if he didn't?
i lean more towards the idea that crowley knows that dean isn't going to want him, but he still wants dean to be happy. and saving cas is the thing that's going to make dean the happiest.
and then of course we get dean CLINGING to cas' hand and refusing to let him go. which is always fun. is that dean taking over the vessel or is that jensen just breaking through and wanting to cling to misha?
one last thing
mary calls cas one of her boys! love how cas wins over dean's parental figures (except for john and honestly who cares about him)
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Ao3, sequel.
Crowley knew Dean didn't like dogs and he knew Dean really didn't like hellhounds so whistling for Juliet when he arrived for a rendezvous with the Winchesters was purely a way of messing with them. He hadn't expected Juliet would come with a lost puppy trailing behind her. He certainly hadn't expected the puppy would take a liking to Sam bloody Winchester.
"Call off your dog, Crowley." Sam snapped as the puppy worried at his shoelaces and Juliet whined at Crowley's side. It was a problem with hellhounds, Crowley knew, they could smell something on Sam that they recognized, and they refused to hurt a pretty little hair on his head. Not that the thick-headed Winchester had ever noticed.
He did notice, however, that the creature running circles between his legs was a puppy and apparently an aversion to dogs didn't run in the family because Moose knelt down and scratched the puppy behind the ears, somehow finding the right spot despite not being able to actually see it. He ceased quickly at a "Really, Sam?" from Dean and straightened up. The puppy whined unhappily.
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A couple of werewolves had Sam pinned against the wall, Dean was unconscious on the ground a few feet away and one of the wolves was about to bite Sam when he howled in pain, whipped around and lunged at nothing that Sam could see.
Sam dove at his gun and shot two bullets each into the wolves. As he straightened up, panting, he felt something brush against his leg, and when he knelt down, it nuzzled his hand and barked in a self-satisfied sort of manner.
It kept happening then, every time they were in a tight spot, the puppy showed up and helped them out. Sam supposed it was attuned to him somehow, and kept an ear perked for distress calls, the way Meg's hounds came at her whistle. There was even lore for it, hellhounds could travel through shadow and cover vast distances in moments. Whatever it was, Sam didn't question it and ignored Dean's complaints. He took to keeping a small box of biscuits in the car.
A few months later, when the puppy managed to hurt itself rescuing them from a nest of vampires, Sam insisted on keeping it around until it got better. He picked it up and walked right past the 'no pets' sign in their motel, smiling at the proprietor as he went.
Dean shot nasty glances in the general direction of the whimpering while Sam rummaged around for the glasses scorched in holy fire.
When he put them on, a dark, shadowy creature appeared, licking his front paw with a doleful sort of look. Sam knelt down to examine him, the bone seemed intact and there wasn't much blood– or black goo or whatever. "Good news," Sam told Dean, cleaning the paw, "you don't have to tolerate him long."
"We're not damsels in distress, Sam. We don't need Lancelot here to rescue us whenever we're in a jam, we've got on just fine for years. So just– just tell him to go." Dean said in a I'm-putting-my-foot-down sort of way.
"I think he's more like Dobby, you know? I mean, he means well and he wants to help, but he's kinda stupid."
"Shut up, Sam."
The glasses came in handy, though Sam didn't make a habit of wearing them too often, he just got used to an invisible dog showing up to help them or just to hang out.
He'd got bigger now but he was still just as undignified and awkward, slightly better at sneaking up, much better at scaring big scary monsters.
The bunker was warded too well for Lancelot to get in and Sam didn't think it was a good idea to mess with it; he didn't even really consider the bunker his in the way Dean did. To Sam it was a cool library and a clean bed, but he was just passing through, so he left it as it was.
He did however, set up a doggy-friendly bell outside and taught Lancelot to ring it whenever he showed up. Which wasn't too often, just every few days or so, but it was nice, Sam though, to have a loyal friend out there somewhere.
"Touch my pie and I'll kill you," Dean said, pointing a warning finger at Lancelot as he walked out of their room. Lancelot whined and cuffed at his face with a paw in an affronted gesture, Sam turned smiling back to his research, setting the glasses aside.
Dean grumbled at him, kept him at arm's length, and called him everything from "Dobby," to "Hell's mutt" and a few other non-affectionate nicknames but when the biscuits ran out, he wordlessly got another box and when Lancelot whined at him, Dean rolled his eyes and tossed him half his burger. When Lancelot managed to catch it midair, Dean even gave him an approving smile.
Sam heard a small whine from the floor and put the glasses back on, Lancelot was looking at the pie. "Hey, he wasn't kidding. Don't mess with his pie." Lancelot gave him a doleful look, slightly out-of-place on his large face under glowing red eyes but nonetheless effective. Sam contemplated just letting him have the pie and getting Dean another before he came back– it was his own fault the damned dog shared a palate with him.
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Dean didn't like the dog. Dean really didn't like the dog.
It was only that he hadn't seen him in a couple of weeks and he just wanted to know if he was still alive.
Not out of concern, not at all. Just so he knew.
He walked to the back of the bunker and whistled, called out "Dobby?"
It wasn't relief that he was feeling now as invisible paws made prints in the grass in front of him and a gigantic dog pranced around his legs.
"Hey, stay away, Fido. Get back," Dean said irritably, then reached forward to pet the hound's head, not out of affection– certainly not out of affection, that would be ridiculous. It was just positive reinforcement, because he'd obeyed and if Sam was going to insist on having him around, they might as well train him.
Dean didn't like him, of course he didn't.
"Want some pie?"
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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 264
LOTUS/The Husbands of River Song
“LOTUS”
Plot Description: Rowena and the Winchesters join Castiel and Crowley when Lucifer’s path of terror intensifies—and leads all the way to the White House
Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: surprisingly, no one died. Someone HAD died, but since Lucifer is now possessing big shots (billionaires and high ranking clergy members), being a nobody is lookin prettyyyyyy good
Dean, you can’t be mad at Castiel for using rockstar names as his FBI agent last name, YOU TAUGHT HIM THAT
Ok this dude Lucifer’s about to possess doesn’t look, like…at ALL like John Hamm, but upon first glance I thought he was. And honestly, if I was a big name celebrity, I’d LOVE to do a bit role for free on a stupid CW show just to get people going “is that??? No. IS IT?! Why are they HERE?!”
Say what you will about Lucifer and the Leviathan, but they’ve taken out at least two billionaires.
I’m CACKLING at Lucifer possessing the president of the US
Hey……..this is absolutely no judgement and it 100% does make sense because angels are junkless, Lucifer was locked in the cage for forever, and he’s been spending all this time hopping from one vessel to the next with little time to do much…did Lucifer just lose his virginity?? This is one of those times that the second circle of hell being for the lustful makes sense in the divine comedy
Oh no, lady…don’t plant the idea of fatherhood into Lucifer’s head
Rowena crying with her now ex fiancé’s blood splattered all over her after Crowley killed him going “that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for me” should not be giving me the warm fuzzies but it diddddddddddd
SAM called the British Men of Letters?? Why
I super don’t trust this dude. Dean just wants his (non metaphorical) grenade launcher
Sam telling Lucifer to go to hell….like…yeah, bud.
GET THIS POOR GIRL AN ABORTION. I know she was in love with her boss but she needs to get to a clinic
Did they kill the president?? So in one…ok, he’s good. He’s alive at least. I was about to say, if they killed Hitler and the president of the United States in one season… in the first half of this season
They are getting arrested for attempting to assassinate him though. There IS that
Cas…oh Cas you are so so trusting of people. And you shouldn’t be
The fact that Castiel actually was on his way to get her an abortion before she bailed
“The Husbands of River Song”
Plot Description: the Doctor finds himself recruited by River Song and hurled into a chase across the galaxy
I’m still not over Clara being gone and the Doctor forgetting her but “carolers will be criticised” is a very good sign for Twelve’s TARDIS to have
I know this guy will have a larger role next season, but…to me he’s just that one dude from bridesmaids
Interesting that River can’t recognize the Doctor. She spent all that time with Eleven but did recognize Ten almost immediately…but not Twelve??
Omg he’s jealous. And honestly, I would be too if River was my wife and she was claiming she was ONLY married to someone else
River, what has happened to you? Oh. Good. She’s not genuinely calling that king in a mech suit the master of her heart. She just wants the diamond lodged in his brain and she has no qualms about getting the Doctor to kill him to get it
Chaotic bisexual, black widow River>>>>>>>>>
She has a sonic trowel?!?!?! See, that makes so much sense for her character, much better than other people’s sonic gear
(This head in a bag is not as fun as the last head in a bag character I’ve seen in a show……)
The Doctor is giving such ace vibes right now. Between “why’s everything got to be sexy now?” and commenting that kissing isn’t a particularly varied activity
RIVER’S STOLEN THE TARDIS BEFORE???? Like, of COURSE she has but to have it spoken???
Omg the Doctor pretending to be shocked that the TARDIS is bigger on the inside. I love him so much
He’s SO MADDDDDD that she STILL doesn’t recognize him
I do want to know how many spouses River has/has had. It’s at least five, and like, good for her
She’s such a tricky character. And she has me eating right out of the palm of her hand every time, no matter what she says. She says she’s taking a precious diamond back to the planet and culture it belongs to? I believe her. She says she’s going to sell it to the highest bidder in a room full of horrible war lords? I believe her…
Oh…she’s JUST done the angels take manhattan 😭
I’d be so mad if I gave that impassioned speech about how the person I loved couldn’t possibly love me back because you couldn’t expect the sun and stars to love you nor would they be stupid enough to come find me when I’m in danger all while they’re literally standing RIGHT THERE and have been TRYING to tell me who they are this whole time. One of us would HAVE to die
Awwwwww, he’s finally taking her to dinner where he said he would 😭
Oh. Is THIS how she got the screwdriver she had when she met Ten?? 🥺 as a Christmas gift from the Doctor?
I can’t do this….I’m too soft for this. You can’t make me believe that (aside from the Library) this is the last night River and the Doctor will be together and then reveal that a night on this planet is equivalent to 24 earth years
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Season 10, Episode 7: Girls, Girls, Girls
What's she running from?
This is why we don't run in heels
Spooky
Oh, poor girl
Good for her
Ewww
A demon?
That's probably merciful
Interesting
Ooh, nice
Smart Dean strikes again
Yeah, privacy
DEANS TINDER ACCOUNT
Come on Dean, I know there are better pictures of you
Honestly? It's probably a good choice for him. Easy way to find hookups, without the expectation for more. Not that I approve, but with his lifestyle, it works
Stop
Dean 😂
Thanks, Sam
And?
Sam, please stop
Maybe...
No, it's really not hard to believe at all. There's thousands right now who'd leap at the chance 😂
True
Is that a reference to something?
Ah. Hi, Shaylene
Yeah, sure
Of course
Aw, his face! Honestly, I'm just glad he's happy. His life is too depressing
Sam is me
Cas!
Probably not
Okay.
Cas. Dean taught you this
It looks like everyone but Sam is getting laid
Cas.
In the best way
Cas.
GOOD, SHE SAYS
Okay!
Alright then
Dean.
His soul?
Hah! I guessed it!
Honey, you picked up the wrong guy
Problem is, Dean knows exactly what he'd be getting into
Uh oh
That's not good
Yeah
Higher ups know what's happening
Those poor girls
A demon brothel - I've gotta say, he's smarter than most
Hey, good for her!
And there you go
Not smart, girl
Rowena!
You have no idea
Witch bomb
That's new
That's nasty
I already love her
Girls night!
Oh, Cas is gonna make things weird
Bad idea, dude
Cas...
No. No...
She. She really said it.
Poor guy
Oookay then
Cas.
That poor dude
He's gonna do something stupid
Something like that
Humperdinck moment
Dean's least favorite
I love her
Uh oh
Fantastic
Ooh, nice
Magic!
Ah, Crowley
Crowley doesn't like it either
Fair
Uh huh
Right...
Sounds about right
Rowena McLeod!
The ones the Winchesters hunt
Like Rowena
Like she wants to train
I mean. I believe it
She never said that
It's wearing off?
Even worse
Right
Maybe, maybe not
Dang it, Cole!
Yeah...
You hurt him emotionally
Eh...
Poor Claire
He was
This is one of those times where you're wrong, Cas
Hannah?
Something like that
There it is
Not gonna get a description?
High-end
She's had years
That's a rare occasion for the Winchesters
...what?
She's right, Cas
That's obvious
Poor Caroline
Okay, Hannah
Goodbye, Hannah
Yeah, she knows
Please no
That's not Spanish
She's... not intelligent
Oh dear
Hah! They don't even know
Not a chance
The Winchesters!
Poor girl
Well that's just fantastic
At least she has a conscience
She is
Hey! Good job!
Well...
That's awesome
You don't know what you're doing, Cole
That's an understatement
Lube to the face!
Well...
My best guess? He killed the monster that killed his father
You're still no match for Dean
Not sure that's possible
Give it up, Cole
Grab the gun!
Yikes
Epitome of "you should see the other guy"
Uh oh
She died
That's not him
Finally
Okay then
I didn't want to go that route
The demon was probably lying
I should know what that is
Some monsters look like humans
Sam, no
Put it down, Sam!
You can't
Oh, Dean...
He's talking to Sam now
Too late
Dean...
There is... so much I could say to this
It'd be poetic
Please
Good choice
I cannot see this ending well
Or maybe it will
Oh, Cas
That's a good idea
Probably not
You'll see her again
Somehow I doubt that
Yeah
Ooh, bad idea
Yeah...
No kidding
Nice
Hello, Mother
Yeah, he just met his mom
Dolly zoom!
And there it is
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from past experience castiel knows that it is customary on a hunt to say theres only one bed, get completely undressed and then pretend to be asleep so you can cuddle your investigation partner
#crowleys like you and i both know that angels dont sleep. i know you arent sleeping. what are you doing#and cas is like sorry im sleeping :) hug me#and crowley is like i KNOW dean winchester taught you this#he knows cos dean pulled exactly the same shit on him two years prior#spn art#sorry i just adore them let them kiss#cascrowley#castiel#crowley
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Mittens, I know that some people are rejoicing over Castiel's vision in 12x19, but personally, I started crying when I realized that Cas gave up so much for love and faith in his family, and got teased with that vision of the future - a paradise he wanted for them, for himself - but never approximated that in the end. It's just so heartbreaking and I feel like I'm mourning him all over again and it just really sucks. Idk.
Hi hi!
The vision also hurts my heart, deeply, but maybe for slightly different reasons...
I have been suffering throughout the last few seasons over Cas's overall arc, and this vision, in that moment in 12.19, when Cas was literally (in text! from Dean's mouth!) desperate for a win, is just excruciating to me. And I'll tell you why.
in the mixtape scene, this was Cas's lament to Dean. He wanted to come back with a win FOR DEAN, and FOR HIMSELF. He wanted Dean to think of him as the "hero" or the "savior."
I will pause to ask here: since when has Dean ever wanted that? Ever since Cas gripped him tight and saved him from Hell, Cas has struggled to step out from that role of Protector. Shield.
This was the Big Mistake he made in s6, right? Everything that went wrong was framed around the fact that he was trying to "protect" Dean. This is why he bought into Crowley's plan, why he left Dean in the dark even after he got dragged back into the fight, and why everything ultimately ended with Cas's literal death. Like... the narrative judged him. In 6.20, all he was left with was Dean's disappointment, and a drive to prove that he was actually right (he was not actually right...).
Even in 12.19, he was "playing them" all along. He came back under the pretense of wanting to "rejoin the team" and work together with Sam and Dean again, but really he was only there to steal the Colt on behalf of Heaven. Cas was prepared to do whatever it took to keep Sam and Dean safe from Dagon, but also "safe" from having to kill an innocent woman to prevent the birth of the nephilim she carried.
Like in s6, Cas was desperate for that win. He was desperate to "earn" his place with the Winchesters, the family he chose. He even told Kelvin before they went in to confront Dagon that he wasn't doing this to redeem his "reputation" in Heaven, he only cared about "redeeming his reputation" with DEAN.
He has no idea that Dean does not give one flying fig about Cas's ability to "protect him," he just wants Cas to Be There With Him.
And later on, this is literally the lesson Cas attempts to impart to Jack. When Jack laments the loss of his power, and believes himself "useless," It's CAS who most effectively talks to him about the fact that nobody cares about his powers, that they don't care about what he can do FOR them. They just care about HIM. Like... even in 15.18. This is the conversation he has with Jack by the Impala while Sam and Dean are talking to Charlie:
Jack: I feel... strange. I don't know if that's because of what happened to me, if it means something, or if I just feel strange because... it's over. The plan. My destiny. I was ready to die and, I wanted to, for Sam, for Dean, for the world. I wanted to make things right, and now... I don't know why I'm even here.
Castiel: Jack. You never needed absolution from Sam, or Dean, or from me. We don't care about you because you're useful or you fit into some grand design. We care about you because you're you.
So like... for YEARS I've felt like this was what Dean needed to actually say TO CAS. That he doesn't want Cas to try to protect him. He doesn't need Cas to be his shield. He doesn't need Cas to be "powerful" or his savior. He just needs Cas.
So this vision... this "manipulation" that Jack showed Cas in that very moment in 12.19, that Cas believed was "paradise" at the time, was what Cas needed to hear in that moment. That he could be "powerful," with his wings healed and made "useful" again.
Dean thanking him.
Not Dean being happy that they're all safe, that they managed to finally "get a win," but specifically thanking HIM for actually winning.
He wanted to believe he could be useful again.
And to me that was a tragic, depressing lesson that he still never managed to understand for himself by the end of the series.
If Dean ever knew what the vision Cas had considered "paradise" in that moment of betrayal of his loved ones, I personally think Dean would've been horrified. I mean, he didn't even KNOW what the vision entailed, and was pre-horrified by his personal belief about how Cas had been manipulated into running away and leaving them all in the dark immediately after they'd all just gotten back on the same page again and recommitted to working together again.
So like... This is still DEEPLY in Cas's disturbing mindset of being 100% ready to sacrifice himself to "spare" Sam and especially Dean from having to do the hard things. This was nearly an identical mindset to when he'd said yes to Lucifer in the Cage in s11 because he believed he could spare Sam from having to do that himself. Like... he truly believed he was making Good Choices in these instances, and it ended up both times causing problems he'd never even considered. S11 had Lucifer using him and nearly killing Sam and Dean, and then going on a rampage that would last multiple seasons more which directly led to Jack in the first place. And then in the attempt to bring about Jack's birth, Cas cut off all communication with the Winchesters (theoretically to protect them) and therefore they had no way to warn him that Lucifer was still on the loose and closing in on reclaiming Jack himself. It literally ended up costing them Mary (pulled through the rift with Lucifer), Crowley sacrificed himself to stop it, and Lucifer killed Cas, all because Cas ran away and tried to fix everything on his own. He desperately wanted to be the winner, here.
So to me, I can't see him getting his wings back and being truly powerful and being "Dean's savior" and him basically thinking that Dean's acknowledgement of that salvation and Dean's gratitude was his idea of "paradise?" Yeah... it turns my stomach.
Dean... would hate it.
Dean's idea of paradise... is actual free will. Of them CHOOSING EACH OTHER, choosing family and standing shoulder to shoulder as a united front against the threats that come their way, instead of yet again making the same mistake of believing that they're sacrificing themselves to spare their loved ones from having to stand up and fight at all.
It NEVER works out that way. Never has. Never would.
I mean, this is why Cas made the deal with the Empty, trading away his own happiness for Jack, believing that Dean's happiness was in having JACK in the family. The tragic blind spot was his inability to see that Dean's happiness ALSO INVOLVED HAVING CAS THERE.
And the ultimate tragedy is that Dean never got a chance to actually say that to Cas.
Because if Cas had actually known that, he would never have made the choices he did.
Which is another reason I absolutely can't credit the end of 15.19 and Jack NOT bringing Cas back, knowing that he'd done it once before, and knowing WHY Cas sacrificed himself. Jack knew the conditions of Cas's deal, and I cannot believe that any version of JACK would have allowed that sacrifice to stand for HIM. Because it was the antithesis of everything Cas himself had ever taught to Jack.
Heck... I hope that makes sense...
basically, this should've been a jumping off point for Cas to ACTUALLY understand he was just as wanted, just as needed, just as cared for, and yes even LOVED, for who he was, and not the sacrifices he could make to protect Dean (and Sam, and Jack... but ultimately for Dean).
The fact he KNEW the moment he made that deal with the Empty that the knowledge of the details of that deal would be a "burden" to Dean, that it would be upsetting to Dean to know that Cas had literally traded away his own potential for true happiness because he thought that would be what Dean would prefer... he KNEW Dean would be upset about that. He knew Dean would NOT have wanted that, and swore Jack to secrecy about it. Like... he knew he had done the wrong thing here, or he wouldn't have hidden it from Dean.
So I have a really hard time thinking of this vision of Paradise (which is already a loaded word in itself in canon, and was literally what Dean spat out as an angry insult at Cas in 4.22 before his first true "tearing up the pages" and making it up as they go moment) as anything but a glaring warning sign.
And then oh look, Cas was literally killed for it four episodes later.
Then when he came back, he went right back to believing in his "purpose," wondering WHY he was brought back. Dean's "we needed you" wasn't really clear enough for Cas to understand that they didn't need him to "protect" them or to be "useful" to them. Dean just NEEDED him. Full stop.
It's a tragedy, folks.
#spn 12.19#spn 12.23#spn 11.10#spn 14.08#castiel winchester#heck it hurts so much he never actually got the chance to understand the lessons he taught to jack#and that once jack took on the god power apparently he forgot all those lessons too....#basically chuck won right? right#spn 15.18
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Ok I finished your gay!dean manifesto and SCREEEEEEEEEEEEE!! I am incabible of putting words together and sounding coherent cause my brain is melting from my ears and psalms 40:2 has gone and replaced it. Gonna think about it for life but honestly it’s made me such a gay!dean stan now! Can I hear more of your thoughts on it and just why cause it’s so big-brained snd there but I feel like my head has been caved in by the concept cause how tf am i only seeing this NOW???
first of all, i'm so glad you enjoyed my fic! thanks for reading :)
as for the gay dean brainrot... WELCOME BESTIE, JOIN US! gonna preface this all by saying that i adore every sexuality headcanon for dean (except straight—vile energy. evil, even, and wrong) and as a bi person i would be remiss if i didn't acknowledge how wonderful bi dean is. however. HOWEVER.
(under the cut because this got away from me enormously)
i've talked about this a lot on twitter, and i know a lot of people have said this more eloquently than i, but i'll try to sum up my thoughts here.
the way dean is into women is so incredibly performative that often it can't help but be read as an act. there's almost a routine to it: dean meets Beautiful Woman, dean flirts with Beautiful Woman, dean (sometimes, but not always) sleeps with Beautiful Woman, dean pats himself on the back for fulfilling his role of Most Hetero Man In America. it's as if being into women is another aspect of his job, another skill he was taught and forced to utilize, much the same way he was taught to hunt. in early seasons, dean's interactions with woman quickly gain a stale, rote sort of taste. we as the audience expect dean will hit on any attractive woman he sees; dean as a character seems to expect it of himself. there's no anticipation behind these interactions. they're predictable and often lead nowhere—especially if dean thinks the woman is unattainable. dean's hot-blooded all-american cishet lady's man persona is just that—a persona.
we see the cracks in this persona most often during moments that are ostensibly played for laughs. haha, dean likes a show about a sexy male doctor! he gets flustered when he's around the lead haha! he's so masculine and straight and tough but he falls apart when his favorite wrestler shakes his hand and winks at him! he can't form a coherent sentence when he thinks this man is flirting with him, and he's so flustered that he doesn't try to stop it haha! he's psyching himself up for this hookup with a woman because it's funny if he's not confident! look, he likes wearing panties and his comfy bed and cooking for his family and dressing up like a cowboy but those are all things he does in private because he's actually very straight and manly! see? in an effort to make dean seem incontrovertibly heterosexual, his character becomes a parody of himself. these brief moments that we're supposed to laugh at become tragic; watching dean winchester perform his compulsory heterosexuality becomes a waiting game, seeking out those flashes of his true self, his most genuine self, from-moment-to moment.
and then something insane happens: post-season 12, dean stops hooking up with women at all.
his hookups had been waning in the two or three seasons leading up to this point, but after s12 he stops trying completely. it's as if that aggressive need to perform this learned role eventually died out. he just... stops. late seasons dean is a man who would rather stay home and watch lost boys with his husband and his brother and their son for the millionth time than have sex with a woman he's never going to see again. this is who he becomes—and the show forgets to make us laugh this time.
and we all know that supernatural has a disease that almost always keeps them from writing women well—all marginalized groups, actually, but that's a topic for another rambling post—which could be a significant factor as to why dean's most compelling romance-coded relationships are with men, but it can't be the only reason. sam's relationships with women are frequently interesting to watch, and if not groundbreaking, they seem natural. there isn't anything forced or performative about sam being into a woman. obviously the brothers are very different people and cannot be compared one-to-one, but there's definitely something to be said about sam's lack of go crazy go stupid hot girl summer star-crossed lovers cas-benny-crowley situation that dean's got going on at all times.
in my opinion, the best chemistry dean has with a woman is charlie—and while that's very strictly platonic seeing as she's a whole lesbian and probably wouldn't go for dean even if she wasn't, it's undeniable that there's just something intoxicating about watching them on screen together. while i might be biased with this analysis, i think it's worth pointing out: it's like dean's letting out a breath he's been holding his whole life when he's with her. because he knows she's unavailable, he knows there's no world in which she'd be into him, and therefore he doesn't have to bother putting on his macho straight dude persona. he doesn't have to go through the motions of hitting on her, or sleeping with her, because it's out of the question. he can be himself. turns out, "himself" is a huge fucking nerd who likes to pretend he's someone he isn't and hang out with a woman because he loves being her friend and not any other reason. the axe of heterosexuality is no longer hanging over his head.
there's a throwaway interaction way back in s2e11 that sums this up more succinctly than i can:
DEAN: of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we're gay?
SAM: well, you are kinda butch. probably think you're overcompensating.
DEAN: (pause) right.
we've got some splendid jacting here where dean gets control of the vessel for a moment and sort of nervously smiles at sam, a sad kind of scoff that just gets me. here's another moment where we're supposed to laugh, but there's nothing funny about the way dean reacts to sam's words. there's no overblown anger, there's no begrudging laugh, he doesn't roll his eyes. he just smiles. looks down. doesn't argue.
#i am SO SORRY at how long this is aslkdfj#i'm just extremely passionate#gay dean#dean winchester#spn#passionfruixts#ask box
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Hidden Hunter
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Crowley x Reader
Summary: Crowley is your best friend, has been for years and taught you a lot of what you know. However, you aren't associated with the boys.
Warnings: mention of injury and stitches, slow burn, hint at death, I could be missing some, I am not perfect please read at your own risk
A/N: I loved this fic, I hope you guys do too! Oh! And a favor I ask of you. The more I write the more I worry about warnings. If you ever see anything I write not have a warning it should, please tell me.
You pulled into your motel, harshly parking your car and storming into your room. Muttering to yourself as you slid your shirt off, door barely slamming shut, "Stupid motherfuckers couldn't just listen. Couldn't just-" you let out a guttural scream, "I tried. I tried." You shook your head, unbuttoning your pants as you heard Crowley behind you, "Hello, Mouse." You slipped your pants off, turning to look at Crowley, not missing the way his eyes studied the curves of your body. "Hey, Crowley."
Crowley took in your ragged and bloody appearance. Dried blood scattered throughout your hair, on your arms, tiny nicks and cuts over your body with a nasty gash on your torso. Crowley's eyebrows raised and he spoke as you went into the bathroom turning on the shower, "I guess they didn't take the deal?" You poked your head out of the bathroom, glaring at him, "No, they didn't captain obvious." Crowley laughed, sitting on the bed as you took a quick shower.
You ran your fingers through your hair, trying to get the blood out without stretching too far so you didn't irritate the gash on your stomach. You stepped out of the shower, washing all of the grime off of you made you feel a little better. "I hate hunting," you muttered to Crowley as you walked out of the bathroom, hair draped over your neck and a towel wrapped tightly around you. "Would you please get me a pair of shorts, a tank top and a pair of underwear out of my bag?" Crowley smiled at you, already on his way to your bag, "Of course, love."
You stood there looking at Crowley as he ruffled through your bag. His suit clinging to all the right spots, curling around his biceps, tight around his thighs, unfortunately his ass covered by the length of his jacket, shoes nicely completing his look.
You'd met Crowley a few years back, when he was a lowly cross roads demon. You went to make a deal, planning to exchange your soul for the ability to track supernatural creatures so you could save them. Crowley took an interest in why you wanted to do such things. Realizing that you were a hunter that wanted to stop the deaths before they happen was important to you. Stop the needless death of humans and monsters alike.
You'd become close to him, allowing him to teach you the ways of the natural witch. After about a year you had learned enough that Crowley needed to come up with some other reason to stick around. So he started to offer his help with no strings attached as he took a liking to his little mouse. The hunter who only hunted those who hunt.
Crowley handed you the clothing, politely turning around before you dropped your towel. You slid your underwear on, groaning as you did so, causing Crowley too start to turn around. He stopped himself, asking permission first, "Let me help, yeah mouse?" You giggled, covering your boobs and huffing, "Yeah okay."
Crowley turned around, helping you step into the shorts and pulling them up, he handed you the towel to properly cover yourself on his way up. What a gentleman, you thought as he went over to your bag, digging out the emergency kit. "Lay, you need stitches," Crowley pointed to bed. You grumbled, he knew you didn't like stitches, "It's not even that bad, it's fine." Crowley glared at you, "Love, if you don't stitch that it's gonna take months to heal and likely get infected."
You laughed, laying down, "I could always just use a spell." Crowley shook his head, his playfulness with his best friend suddenly gone, "We've discussed that Y/n, it's not the kind of magic you want too mess around with." You put his hand on his arm, as he wet the rag he had with alcohol, in an attempt to comfort him, "I was just kidding, I know."
Crowley started cleaning the gash, making sure that you had gotten all the debris out. You hissed at him, you could see how curious he was, but you'd made a rule that he doesn't press hard unless it's bad. "So," you croaked out as he started stitching you, "what'd you do today?" Crowley smiled at you, secretly bashing you because if you'd just listen to him and find partners it wouldn't be like this.
"Well, I saw moose and squirrel-" You lifted your head, excited, "Sam and Dean?" He nodded, "Yes the royal pains in my ass. They were having trouble tracking some witch-" You giggled, "I could've helped them instead." Crowley tries to hide his genuine concern by joking, "Oh no doll, I don't think we'll be doing that." You furrowed your brows, "I still think we'd make a good team."
"Mouse, I don't ask for much," Crowley sighed, "if you want partners, I can find plenty of hunters that are not Winchesters." Crowley put gauze over your stitches, carefully pressing tape to hold them in place. You sat up, Crowley turning around to let you slip your tank top on, "Decent," he turned back around, "what is your problem? I never like other people enough to let them join me, but when I hear about someone you say no?"
Crowley sighed, "They're dangerous people, Y/n. I've told you I don't want you near them." You stared at him, "I just don't understand, you always tell me they're dangerous and I can't go near them but nothing else!" You stood up, starting to pace. "They're-huff-" Crowley looked away from you, closing his eyes tightly as they flashed with anger, "they'll do nothing but destroy you." With that Crowley was gone. You were used to your arguments ending like that, even your conversations. He would get called away and come back when he wasn't busy and that was fine, but you were going to look into the Winchesters while you had the chance.
You pulled out a map of the United States, channeling through your pendulum Crowley had hand made for you. You smiled, looking at the chain on one end a sharp pointed crystal rested, on the there a tiny little metal mouse, identifying it as yours, the only one on the planet like it. You took a deep breath, circling the crystal over the map focusing your energy on the image of the Winchester brothers. After a few minutes of scrying and finding nothing you decided to leave it for now, starting to pack up your things you began thinking about what was so bad about the Winchester brothers. Why did Crowley want you to stay away?
You didn't really know much about them aside from the little Crowley'd told you because you didn't really associate with other hunters. At the end of the day, you hated most of them. Hunters in general were crass, and you hated that. You are a ray of sunshine trying to preserve life and most hunters see something not human and kill it. That didn't sit right with you.
You thought about the things you did know about the brothers. They had been in this life their whole life. Had lost both parents, almost ended the world a couples times, saved it just as much if not more. Only really had each other, but Crowley had mentioned an angel on their shoulder-Castiel I believe? What did you even know about him?
"I don't believe I know you?" Your entire body went cold, turning as fast as you can to aim a gun in between his eyes. "That will do little damage to me," he spoke flatly. "I beg to differ, these here special made bullets to put your ass in back in hell, so tell me? What're you doing here?" The man is staring at you, confusion in his brows, arms by the edges of his trench coat, pants and shirt tidy, but not perfect, "I am Castiel, an angel of the lord. You called to me." Before you could even think of a response, Crowley was standing next to you. Eyes holding fear, not ager, he speaks lowly, a whisper under his breath.
"What have you done little mouse?"
You lowered your gun, not sure if it was because it wouldn't do damage or because you felt safe with Crowley there. "I didn't call to anybody," you stare at Castiel, eyes boring into his as he speaks. "I beg to differ, I felt you, heard you, you seem to also need dealings with the Winchesters?" He looked to Crowley who he'd just seen not hours ago, "I am slightly concerned with Crowley being here." Crowley scoffed, "I haven't tried anything on the musketeers in years, I've been nothing but a friend and Y/n here was too curious for her own good." He growled out the end looking directly towards you, causing a rush guilt for going behind Crowleys back.
"I didn't mean to take you away from the Winchesters-" "You did not. I am a man of many abilities, helping people is one of them. At least allow me to heal you." You backed away as he stepped forward, "I am not going to hurt you." Crowley put his hand on your arm, trying to reassure you, "Well do it then Feathers, but uh-" Castiel healed you, you felt warmth, pain dissolving from your body, "can we keep her to ourselves?" Your eyes raised at Crowley, appalled by his gumption to hide you.
"Excuse me?" You jerked away from Crowley, Castiel raising his eyebrows at you. "Is that what you would like Y/n?" You looked at Crowley, his face a mix of anger and concern. "Can we? I promise I won't bother you." Castiel smiles at you, secretly reading you, "You wouldn't be a bother but I understand. I am happy to have healed you." Castiel was gone, Crowley already starting to pick your bags up. "We're gone now mouse."
He grabbed you, whisking you away. You looked around, taking in the room you were standing in. It was clearly an apartment, a nicer than you'd ever known anyone to have. You looked around, a sleek kitchen area, the bathroom door opened from the living room, the couch took up most of the living room, a nice coffee table in front of it but pressed to the wall.
"Crowley where are we?" He was glaring at you, a sour look on his face, "A safe house, I hoped we'd never have to use it." You shook your head, "Okay, but where? What about my car?" He shuffled on his feet, "In a few days when I know Castiel didn't spill the beans about you I will take you back to it." Crowley chuckled a little, but not answering as he reached out your bags for you to take. You huffed, taking your bags from him, and then he disappeared.
You walked over to the refrigerator, to your surprise it was stocked. Demons don't need to eat, you thought to yourself, a little confused and trying to figure out where you were, you moved to the window. You looked out and you couldn't have been but three stories up, but no markers as to your city or state. The bathroom was also stocked shampoo, conditioner, soap, toilet paper, toothbrush and toothpaste?
Crowley reappeared, holding the rest of your things and your gun. You took it from him, anger over your features. "Crowley, are we in someone's apartment right now? You know how I feel about how you taking over peoples lives!" Crowley scoffed at you, "You know I respect you too much to violate your beliefs like that!" You rolled your eyes, tucking your gun behind your waistband, "Then who's apartment is this?"
Crowley made his was over to the cabinet, pulling out a bottle of liquor he conveniently knew where to find, "Technically yours. Like I said it's a safe house." You tapped the counter, letting him know you wanted a glass as you sat down, "Gonna have to do better than that." He poured your glass first, shrugging he started, "I pay for it, it's under a fake name, it's warded so you can't be found, do we need to get into logistics?" You downed your glass, picking up the bottle and filling up again, "You brought me here after I met Castiel, that's not exactly safe house worthy." Crowley shook his head, sipping on his own glass, "Yes it is cricket, yet it is." Your blood started to boil, you stood from your chair, seething with anger, you spit, "Crowley, if you don't stop acting like-"
"Like what? Like someone who wants to keep you alive?" You flinched at Crowleys words, waiting for him to continue, "Everyone that they're around dies, Y/n, dies. Hunter funeral, pile of ash, dies. Everyone but them; they will destroy you." You scoffed, "I'm pretty good at keeping myself alive thank you." He raises his eyebrows, smirking a bit, "Do you forget how we met mouse?" Your eyes connected with his, glaring, still seething with anger, "I was desperate not dead, there's a difference. Crowley, they can't be doing more damage than me hunting on my own. Maybe I could be a voice of reason-" Crowley slammed his glass down, grabbing the counter with both hands, "No! I don't know why you even want to know them!"
You studied Crowley, jealousy now seeping from him. Then it clicked. It clicked that you two were a bunch of shy kids. Bouncing around each other like you were fifteen for years now. Each thinking the other was uninterested, each thinking that you didn't deserve one another. Crowley rightfully so for a while, the things he did outside of you could be classified as horrendous, but your ray of sunshine had spread to him. Bringing out all of the good parts that once was Fergus Roderick MacLeod, reminding him of who he could be. You reminded him how to love, how to hold someone higher than yourself. Reminded him of what it's like to protect someone other than yourself, to need to.
"Crowley," you walked around the table and placed your hand on his, "please just tell me what's going on." Crowley didn't hesitate, he turned to you pressing his lips into yours. It took you a second to realize what was happening, and then you melted. You moved your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss, his stubble tickling you. Crowley tangled his fingers in your hair, taking a deep breath as he readjusted to meet your lips, tongue skirting your bottom lip before nibbling on it. You gasped at the action, the sound taking Crowley by surprise as he continued to glide across your lips, not missing the warm blush on your face.
Crowley was first to pull away, sliding his hand out of your hair and tucking it behind your ear, resting his hand there, he whispered, "I can't lose you." You planted a chaste kiss on his lips, smiling at him reassuringly, "You won't." He softened a little bit, sighing heavily before returning his lips to yours. Soft and gentle, savoring the moment as he tugged you closer to him with his arm around your waist. You pulled just an inch away, Crowleys eyes opening and making contact with yours, "Does this mean I get to meet the Winchesters?" Crowley growled at you, quickly lifting you by your thighs causing your to wrap your legs around him, "Absolutely not."
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Buried Alive
Pairings: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 980
Request for Anonymous- May I please request a angsty dean x reader one shot. They're already dating and she's been with them since they were kids. She gets buried alive during a hunt after getting separated from dean and Sam and it's a race against time to save her. Maybe if you want it it can include dean's pov?? Thank you so much.
Warnings- Being claustrophobic
You and the Winchesters have been a hunting team since you’ve been young. Your parents were killed by demons when you were little and John Winchester took you in as one of his own seeing you had nowhere else to go.
He taught you how to protect yourself, and all about monsters. You stuck around when Sam left for Stanford, and when John was killed. You have been the three musketeers for as long as you can remember.
You and Dean have been together since he came back from purgatory. He admitted that he had a crush on you during a drinking game, and when you had too much to drink you admitted your feelings back.
He was a sweet boyfriend, and you only butted heads when he was being too overprotective. Other than that, things were great between the two of you.
You and the boys were pretty sure you were on a rougarou hunt, you were just making sure you had the right information. After about an hour more of research your stomach growled.
“I’m going to go pick up some food, you boys want the usual?”
“Please.”
“Yes please. Be careful sweetheart.”
“Always am.”
You pecked Dean on the lips, and made your way to your car driving to the nearest fast food place. You were driving in silence when a figure appeared in the backseat.
“Hello lovely.”
You swerved to the right, gasping and turning around, nobody was there anymore. You sighed and screamed when Crowley appeared next to you.
“Relax kitten, I’m not going to bite. Unless you want me to.”
“What do you want Crowley?”
“Where is that angel of yours?”
“Cas? I haven’t spoken to Cas in weeks.” You lied. You would never tell him where Cas was, Cas was your friend.
“I can sense the lies. He’s been stalling, I told him that when I saved his life he owed me and I expect him to be there when I need him. So far..nothing.”
“And that’s my problem because?”
“Because he’s yours and the Winchesters bitch.”
“I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t know where he is and neither do Sam and Dean. Now go away.”
“I don’t think so. I need you as leverage.” He snapped his fingers, and everything went black.
You woke up and it was pitch black. You tried to move but quickly realized you couldn’t. You started to panic, as you felt around and you were in a coffin.
“Help!” You yelled but you sounded hoarse. You coughed, and felt like you were going to suffocate. You were already claustrophobic, and this was not making it any better for you.
Meanwhile, Sam and Dean were worried sick. You’ve been gone for two hours, and you weren’t answering your phone.
“Hello boys.”
They quickly whipped out their guns and pointed it at Crowley.
“Oh put your toys away.”
“What the hell do you want?”
“Where is the angel?”
“I don’t know. He’s been MIA for weeks now.”
Even if they did know, they wouldn’t say anything. Cas was their brother.
“I figured you felt that way. That’s why I got your girlfriend as leverage.”
“What?” Dean asked.
“Your girlfriend is currently stuck in a predicament. If you tell me where the angel is, I’ll let her go.”
“Listen to me you son of a bitch,” Dean said as he got up in Crowley’s face, “If she’s hurt in any way, I will murder you.”
“Oh blah blah blah, Dean the typical I’ll kill you speech. It’s getting a little old.”
“We don’t know where Cas is Crowley. I’m being serious.” Sam said.
“You have 1 hour to find out, or the girlfriend dies. Clocks a ticking.”
And with that Crowley was gone, and the boys were panicking.
“CASTIEL!” Sam prayed to him, but nothing.
Dean’s Pov
I called him over, and over again. He just wasn’t picking up. Tears pricked my eyes as I thought about Y/n, I didn’t know what they did to her but I’m so scared that she’s hurt.
“Cas please,” I whispered “Crowley has Y/n, I don’t know what you owe him or whatever but please do something, I don’t want her to get hurt. I love her.”
A flutter of wings filled my ears as Cas was right in front of me.
“Hello.”
“Hello?! Are you serious!? I’ve been calling and calling and that’s all you have to say!?”
“My apologies, what do you mean that Crowley has Y/n?”
“He said that we have 1 hour to find you before Y/n dies. I don’t know what’s going on but you need to fix this.”
“I owe Crowley a few different things since he helped get me my wings back. I will be sure to fulfill his needs so we can get Y/n back.”
Meanwhile, you were crying. You were so scared, and you felt trapped. You didn’t think you were ever going to get out of there, when you were.
You gasped as you looked around the motel room. You were relieved to see the boys, and Cas standing there. Dean’s eyes widened and he ran to you and hugged you tightly. You both cried into each other's arms as you clung onto him tightly.
“I was in a coffin buried alive De, I thought I was going to die.”
“Shh, I’ve got you. You’re going to be ok.” He said, feeling terrible as he knows how claustrophobic you are.
“I apologize for your predicament Y/n, I’ll be sure to fulfill Crowley’s needs so he leaves you alone.”
You all sighed as he disappeared, and you leaned onto Dean’s shoulder. He kissed your forehead before the three of you got ready for bed. There was a rougarou to kill tomorrow, and then you wanted to go back to the bunker and never leave again.
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