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insanesonofabitch · 5 hours

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THE CROWSTIEL IS REAL EVERYONE WAKE THE FUCK UP IM GOING INSANE

podcast transcript | screencaps | episode snippet | the song

#where are the three other people who likes crowstiel PLEASE why is NO ONE talking about this #again I KNEW this already but to like. hear it from the man himself. it’s insane. it’s awesome.#the song choices and the messages they give and the connotations are all intended!!!#ben edlund the man that you are…#supernatural #spn #spn 6x20 #the man who would be king #tmwwbk #spn writers #spn meta #deancascrowley #crowstiel #destiel #spn crowley #crowley macleod #castiel #dean winchester #bedlund

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uh-ohspaghettio · 3 months

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Season 1: Daddy issues

Season 2: Daddy issues 2: electric boogaloo

Season 3: quirky lil psychic boy things

Season 4: gay angel?

Season 5: ultimate meatsuit™️

Season 6: oh no the gay angel’s psyche is fracturing

Season 7: Dicks

Season 8: live laugh love lobotomy

Season 9: but ultimately it was just for one man

Season 10: toxic bromance

Season 11: they hate to see a girlboss winning

Season 12: pro-abortions

Season 13: beefing with a baby (in grey scale)

Season 14: coming out my cage and I’ve been doing not fine

Season 15: family bonding time! let’s fight God!

#spn #supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #jack kline #spn crowley

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ananke-xiii · 3 months

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No disrespect to all the other actors (I seriously love them all) but can we take a moment and appreciate Misha Collins and Mark Sheppard's acting skills?

I mean, let's just think about it.

60% of what Cas says is "Dean" in infinite inflections, the other 40% literally makes zero sense and it's totally unfunny if the lines are not delivered to perfection. Yet, Misha slays every effing time.

On the other hand, 60% of what Crowley says are sexual innuendos, the other 40% are pop culture references that I personally don't get half of the time (I'm not from the US). Yet, Mark eats and leaves no crumbs every effing time.

And they both have spent 8+ years in the same frigging costumes.

I mean, I'm just blown away, they literally carried the show on their shoulders and I'll appreciate them forever.

#supernatural #spn #castiel #crowley #spn castiel #spn crowley #misha collins #mark sheppard #spn meta #these actos are amazing #destiel #crowstiel #the more I rewatch the show the more I appreciate it #spn rewatch #supernatural rewatch

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riddled-fingers · 5 months

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gee dean how come they didnt let you have three boyfriends

#my art #spn #dean winchester #castiel #benny lafitte #spn crowley #destiel #spn denny #spn drowley #fanart

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sleepywillow-trees · 3 months

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To all the supernatural fans please enjoy this crowley piece I made

#spnfamily #supernatural #spn crowley #spn #spn art #artists on tumblr #small artist

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acecroft · 8 months

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You sold your soul?

#spnedit #supernaturaledit #tvedit #bobby singer #crowley #spn crowley #sam winchester #dean winchester #winchester brothers #mark sheppard #jim beaver #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #spn #supernatural #spn season 5 #mygifs

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adeliadrawstuff · 1 month

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Hello Moose :)

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nahpkmp · 3 months

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Lil Crowley lil sneakin

#spn #supernatural #spn fanart #spn family #art #animation #crowley #spn crowley #gif #silly

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spn-lesbian · 10 months

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Cas: that’s ridiculous. Dean doesn’t love me back

Sam: yes he does

Bobby: yes he does

Gabriel: yes he does

Lucifer: yes he does

Crowley: yes he does

Rowena: yes he does

Eileen: yes he does

Jody: yes he does

Dean: yes I do

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stonenumberone · 1 month

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I'm bloody Crowley! I'm the King of Hell!

#supernaturaledit #spnedit #crowleyedit #deanedit #samedit #spn crowley #winchester brothers #crowley #hello boys #my edits

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 8 months

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Queen of Hell

Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, Sam Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: Sam and Dean try to get you out of hell, but they learn things about you they didn’t expect

Warnings: slight mentions of death? Hell, Crowley (he needs his own warning)

“Do you think this is gonna work?” Sam rubbed his hand over his face, sighing in exhaustion.

“It has to,” Dean growled as he finished his devil’s trap.

“Why?” Sam asked.

“Because I don’t know what I’m gonna do if it doesn’t.”

…

“Wha-“ Crowley gritted his teeth when he laid eyes on Sam and Dean. “Well, hello boys. To what do I owe this…” he looked down at the devil’s trap under his feet. “Pleasure?”

“Our sister,” Sam struggled to keep his voice calm now that he was in sight of the one responsible for your current position in hell.

“It’s about time,” Crowley glared at them. “Please tell me you have a plan to raise her.”

“You…what?” Dean stepped closer to Crowley.

“I want her gone, but I can’t just raise her, we have rules. It has to be a deal.” Crowley rolled his eyes. “Red tape, you know?”

“You want her gone?” Sam didn’t sound convinced.

“You’re the one who put her in there!” Dean reminded him.

“Yes, well, everyone makes mistakes.”

“I don’t understand,” Sam admitted, “Why do you want her to come back to us?”

“She’s a holy terror!” Crowley’s sudden outburst surprised the brothers. “She’s wreaking absolute havoc on the place, and some of my demons are enjoying so much that they’re joining her!” Crowley’s voice suddenly dropped, and he hesitated, as though embarrassed. “She…she’s trying to take over hell.”

“She’s what?” Dean scoffed. “Crowley, what is this really about?”

“You think I’d lie about something like this? You’ve gotta get her out, boys.”

“She’s just a kid,” Sam shook his head. “And a sweet kid at that, you expect us to beli-“

“A sweet kid? What, you think she’s just your innocent little baby sister?” Crowley rolled his eyes. “I don’t know how she acts around you boys, but she’s given hell nothing but trouble since she got there. Now get her out.”

Dean sighed, unsure what to believe but glad to have strung some kind of alliance with Crowley.

“Alright, but we’ll need your help.”

…

“Dean!” You ran to your oldest brother, throwing your arms around him, and he held you for the first time in months.

“Hey baby,” he grinned, “welcome back.”

You pulled away enough to look around, and you grinned when you saw Sam just behind him.

“Sam,” he pulled you into a tight hug that you reciprocated, only pulling back when you noticed the other presence in the room.

“Crowley.”

“Hello, rugrat.”

“That’s not a very nice thing to call your queen,” you grinned at the demon.

“You are most certainly not my queen,” Crowley glowered at you.

“Wait, so it’s true?” Dean turned to you. “You tried to take over hell?”

“Tried to?” You laughed. “Is that what Crowley said?” You turned from Crowley to Dean, and smiled at him. “Yeah, I ‘tried to’. Was doing pretty great, too, I had almost as many supporters as Crowley.”

“You wish,” Crowley scoffed, but the scowl on his face was self explanatory.

“Why?” Sam asked. “What were you trying to do in there?”

“It was all I could think to do,” your confident smirk was gone, and your voice became quiet, reserved.

“I don’t understand,” Sam admitted.

You cleared your throat and glared at Crowley.

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

He rolled his eyes, “See you around, boys,” he turned to glare at you. “And I better never see you in hell again.” And he was gone.

“I was trying to get back,” you turned your attention back on your older brothers, now that Crowley was gone. “Trying to win favor with some demons was the only thing I could do, but I guess I went a little overboard,” you gave a wry smile. “Some of them started following me, like really following me, and I figured the best way to get out of hell would be to…I don’t know, be in charge of it.”

“You’re crazy,” Dean shook his head. “And a genius.”

You let him pull you into his arms again, relaxing in his embrace.

“I would do anything to get back to you guys.”

Sam put his hand on your shoulder.

“We tried to get you back, we never stopped.”

“I know,” you smiled. “Hey, it worked.”

“Yeah, and we’re never going to let that happen again,” Dean promised.

“I don’t think we have to worry about that,” you laughed softly. “Crowley’s never gonna let me into hell again.”

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skylightangels · 6 months

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#sorry i was watching sharp teeth #and thinking about how sam and deans views on monsters change #supernatural #deanbenny #garth fitzgerald iv #samruby #samwena #megstiel #spn crowley #my personal hall of fame

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uh-ohspaghettio · 2 months

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#spn #supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #jack kline #spn crowley #bobby singer #polls #spn polls

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rax-writes · 4 months

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↬ hellish elysian

Elysian - relating to or characteristic of heaven or paradise.

Pairing: Crowley x afab!Reader Warnings: Smut, MDNI, 18+ ONLY ⇆ P in V sex, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), choking / breath play, impact play, hair pulling, degradation, mention of blood kink

The original objective of this entire situation had been manipulation. But, at this point, it was impossible to tell who was manipulating whom – or if that was at all part of the dynamic anymore.

Post-human blood debacle, Crowley felt more vulnerable than he had in a few hundred years. Being around demons too often felt risky, lest they sniff out his vulnerability & use it to their advantage. But he craved touch, affection, and closeness – which made him feel like a whiny child, but he couldn't get rid of the craving without satiating it. The best option, in this “between a rock and a hard place” scenario, was none other than one of the people who had a hand in attempting to make him human.

You.

You clearly knew of his involvement in the third trial, and you were a human. Even though you were a hunter – a damn good one, at that – you were still just a human, so he viewed you as less of a threat than any demons he could use for sex.

Or, at least, that's how he justified it. The truth was that Crowley had wanted to fuck you since the day he met you – first just to piss off Moose and Squirrel, then simply because something about you made his trousers tighter.

On your end, the rationale wasn't too different from Crowley's. Given the endless flirtatious comments the King of Hell threw your way, you often contemplated whether you could use sex as a bargaining chip with him. Sure, he was undeniably hot, and something about that gravely accented voice made you flush. But it didn't seem to be a card you truly wanted to play – until you basically got a late night “booty call” text from an unmistakable 666 phone number.

You got some juicy intel out of it, and a couple of ancient relics, both of which helped on the next couple of hunts. The next time, you got a very old, very powerful protection amulet. The third time… well, you came so hard you passed out, so you just called that transaction square. The fourth time was just a lavish dinner, a horse-drawn carriage ride around Paris at night, and a stay in a hotel that was so over-the-top fancy you could scarcely believe your eyes.

You lost track after that, but eventually… there were no transactions, no trades. Just mind-blowing, spine-melting, moral-disintegrating sex.

Crowley still bought you dresses with four-figure price tags to wear to swanky restaurants, followed by stays in five star hotels or rented million-dollar homes, fucking the brains out of one another on every surface. But somewhere along the way, any attempts at personal gain via manipulation were lost, and the two of you just enjoyed each other's company.

Which is what brought you to your current position – naked on silk sheets, barely clinging to consciousness as the King of Hell made you cum on his tongue for the umpteenth time that evening.

Crowley spoke, but you could barely hear him over the ringing in your ears. It sounded like he was far away as you gasped for air, eyes closed as you came down from your high.

“You look so pretty like this, pet,” he purred, absentmindedly kissing your inner thighs – each peck of his lips making you twitch. “Fucked within an inch of your life by none other than moi. Oh, I love to see it.”

Agonizingly slow, Crowley made his way up your body, leaving nips and kisses in his wake. Thighs, hips, stomach, breasts, throat, jaw – and, finally, your lips. As he situated himself between your legs, the familiar feeling of his rock hard cock grinding against your soaked pussy invaded your senses, causing you to sigh into the kiss. He continued to glide his shaft through your folds, teasing you until you began to whine.

“Something you want, darling?” Crowley asked lightheartedly, grinding harder against you. When you merely whined and hooked your legs around him, trying to pull him closer, he let out a condescending tsk tsk tsk. “You know what to say to get exactly what you want.”

However, his smirk faded when you rolled your eyes.

“I am not saying that.”

“You will if you want me to finish the job.”

That only made you smile, because god, it was always so fun to call his bluffs.

You shrugged, moving to leave the bed, “Meh, the job is finished enough, I'd say. We can go ahead and call it a day.”

Lightning fast, Crowley let out a quiet growl, grabbed you by the jaw, turned your head to face him, agitation written all over his face. You merely smiled – which only irked him more.

“Fine. You don't have to call me ‘my king.’ Just… just get back over here,” Crowley demanded, his voice becoming marginally more desperate at the end. You complied, falling into his arms on the bed, and he wasted no time in capturing you in a searing kiss.

One of his hands drifted lower to pump himself a few times, before snarling, “Cocky little bitch, aren’t you?” Before you could retort, he plunged into you in one swift thrust.

A loud, debauched moan escaped you, and you mindlessly raked your nails down Crowley’s back, earning a hiss from him – but you knew him well enough by now to know that he liked it.

The demon set a merciless pace, burying his face in the crook of your neck, beard scratching the sensitive flesh there.

“Hit me.”

The words fell from your lips before you’d even fully thought them through, but Crowley was never one to hesitate. Almost instantly, you felt his palm collide with your cheek – somehow with the perfect amount of pain to make it absurdly pleasurable.

You toppled over an edge you didn’t even realize you’d been approaching, coming undone beneath him with a scream. Vaguely, you heard Crowley hum in amusement. Before you’d fully regained your senses, he was flipping you onto your stomach and pulling your hips up to meet his, using his grip on you as leverage to resume harshly fucking you. He seemed to be aware that you were practically mindless at this point, as he manhandled you however he pleased.

As a cacophony of wet, lewd sounds and moans filled the room, you momentarily had enough mental clarity to recall why the nature of this arrangement was so hot: it’s wrong. It’s so goddamn wrong – for a skilled hunter to be knocking boots with the literal King of Hell. But fuck, does it feel so right when he’s inside of you – hitting your sweet spot with brutal, precise thrusts, pulling your hair harshly to force you upright and into a messy kiss.

When the kiss broke, you let your head fall back onto Crowley’s shoulder, and his heavy breathing hit your ear as he wrapped a strong hand around your throat, squeezing just the right amount. You clenched around him, and he groaned – low and deep.

“Such a filthy whore you are, darling,” Crowley stated, that damned gravelly, accented voice causing you to clench around him again. Keeping one hand around your throat, the other drifted from your hip to your clit, rubbing steady circles over it. “Mm, you love it when I talk to you, don't you? Whether it’s praise or degradation – as long as I’m talking, it gets you moaning and gripping my cock like a bitch in heat. You’re positively vile, pet. And I love it.”

There were tears streaming down your face from listening to him, and from him toying with your overstimulated clit, and the sight brought a dark chuckle from deep within Crowley’s chest.

“My little succubus,” he mused, then abruptly slapped you again before returning that hand to your throat to give it a firm squeeze.

It was all too much. You came again with a strangled cry of his name. Ever the egomaniac, hearing you finish with his name on your lips was almost always his ending point as well, and Crowley bit down harshly onto your shoulder as he finished inside of you.

The pair of you fell to your sides on the bed, spooning with his cock still inside of you. Crowley draped his arm around your waist, then kissed the bite mark he left on your shoulder. When you turned your head slightly to speak to him, your breath was stolen from your lungs when you noticed the crimson blood on his lips. He opened his mouth to apologize for having bitten you so hard, but then he noticed the way your jaw hung slack, your breathing grew heavier, and your pupils darkened to the point that your irises were fully eclipsed. And he smirked.

“A blood kink, love? Always full of surprises, aren’t we?”

“Go to sleep, Crowley.”

“Another time then,” he replied, not missing the way you smiled as you turned away from him.