#BUT THAT LITTLE FUCKER METATRON

[depressed-fanperson]

OK BUT IF YOU GO TO THE FINAL EPISODE RIGHT WHEN AZIRAPHALE LOOKS BACK AT CROWLEY IN THE BENTLEY THERE’S A MIRACLE SOUND THAT POPS UP WHENEVER THEY DO MIRACLES I BET IT WAS THE METATRON IM GOING RABID HUIDBIJDBUID

[asmuchasidliketo]

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#oh now THIS is a hot take. idk if you meant it literally op but #Aziraphale is just. Constantly in the Metatron's space. He's like in his office like 'Hi :)' #'I didn't know if you prefer tea or coffee so I brought both--whoops spilled it on your paperwork sorry' #ANYtime the Metatron tries to go ANYWHERE Aziraphale is in the doorway doing the step-aside whoops both stepped the same way dance

End ID.

anyway obviously the metatron wants crowley out of the way and aziraphale under control. cant wait for s3 when this backfires with aziraphale constantly in the way and crowley completely out of control

[beaniegaebie]

i don't really have any solid conclusions about this yet but i noticed A Thing in a rewatch and i haven't found it mentioned elsewhere yet so here we go

(apologies for the appalling image quality you're about to see, i can't screenshot easily rn pls bear with)

OKAY so in the scene where crowley confronts gabriel about "shut up and die", something about the arrangement of book stacks caught my eye a little

the majority of the books are angled so that we mostly just see the page edges and not the spines clearly, EXCEPT for a particularly shiny and familiar colour combo right here-

but nothing too weird going on there, i thought, crowley coloured books in a bookshop so what? right up until i registered crowley's line when we get a closer look-

hhhhmmmmMMmmmm yes yes "everything just the way you wanted" huh, very interesting considering that we know how much thought goes into props huh

and for most of the shots we get of crowley in this position those freaking books are just quietly nestled right there in the corner-

look at that god damn framing i fuckin see you, you glorious bastards

so i paused to see if i could figure out what the hell was up with those fuckers and this is when i absolutely lost my mind, your honour

A and C you say?? in crowley colours???? framed like this?????? localised entirely within your kitchen???

anyway long story short they're two books from an Agatha Christie Crime Collection set (24 volumes, three stories per volume) and guess whats on the mfing front covers I'm-

(its a rant for another post but when paired with this other set of initials spotted in s2 i want to scream actually)

ANYWAY back to the books, through an absolutely unhinged comparison of the formatting of gold text blobs i reckon the two we have here are:

(on top) The Pale Horse; The Big Four, The Secret Adversary

(on bottom) 4:50 From Paddington, Lord Edgeware Dies, Murder in Mesopotamia

(I'm fairly confident but if anyone has a better image to confirm/correct this pls do)

now here is where I'll need a bunch of help from some Christie-heads out there bc I haven't read any of these and I've only seen the tv adaptation of one of them, so i dont know for sure if these are like A Clue, or A Cool Thing, or if I've just fully brainrotted myself into a fun lil corner here? wa-hoo

but here's some initial stuff that jumped out at me after skimming the basics:

(some of) the titles: Pale Horse/Big Four - death's horse ofc, the four horsemen mayb? the them+adam?? ; Mesopotamia is a very biblical choice bbz ; 4:50 From Paddington- azi likes trains i guess? idk that one's tenuous lmao ; honestly no idea with the other two but Secret Adversary feels a tad ominous

iirc Big Four just has kind of an unusual history, it was initially twelve short stories that she later compiled into one, and it was published fairly soon after christie's mysterious disappearance/reappearance

in Big Four, poirot fakes his death at one point and doesnt even let hastings in on it and I'm hoping sure its totally irrelevant to the ineffable bois

part of the Pale Horse story is a group of assassins that basically try to pass off all their murders as being actually caused by like ✨satanic powers✨ which is interesting

christie knew a fUCkton about poisonings thats why she wrote so many into her work and, while i don't believe the poison coffee theory myself, it sure is an interesting link with how cyanide is associated with almond smell/flavour and that metatron chooses almond syrup in particular

(ALSO random side note that is mostly meaningless but I've worked in a good few uk coffee shops and have never worked anywhere that stocks almond syrup; almond milk yes, hazelnut syrup yes, but never almond syrup...? prob just the places i worked though lmao)

EDIT forgotten point: I've seen some speculation that the bently's plate reading "CURTAIN" could be a reference to poirot's last story, along side that alternate scene of crowley ordering the sherry for "miss marple", its just one too many agatha christie references for my melted brain to handle and I'm SUS

so this is where i run out of idea steam and hand it over to you lot because i have no clue what this could mean, if it even means anything other than a cool set feature

is there something here actually or am i yelling into the void just for fun?

who knows, who cares!

[bowtiepastabitch]

Moments from the Good Omens musical I can't stop fucking thinking about

The motherfucking metatron

Nanny Ashtoreth looking like THIS

"This little piggy violates virgins" what the fuck guys

Aziraphale dressed as Madame Tracy

The garden of Eden fits are,,,, something (iconic. They're iconic)

This bit of blocking every time Aziraphale says love

Look at this fucker

Like seriously, they touch maybe three times in this entire musical number (the only full song they've made available online) and it's when he says the word love. I'm so normal about this.

Like it's obvious they ran much more with the comedy element of the book than the show did, but every second of the ten minutes or so of material they've released had me laughing like an idiot in my room by myself. I think covid must have fucked them over bad (almost everything is from 2019 plus a few sparse update posts from the last couple months) but I am sooooo crossing my fingers for them to get this well and properly off the ground because it's comedy gold. You can watch it all here.

[itsnobodysproblem]

If i had a nickel for every time (the) Metatron was an evil little fucker in a piece of fantasy media i enjoy i'd have three nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened thrice.

[goldenphoenix4]

oh my god metatron is THAT wiry crazy little fucker?

[slothb0i]

I'm not sure if someone else has said something like this before, but I want to say it, cuz it's been on my mind since I finished s2 back in July, and I haven't seen anyone else say it.

I know there's the theory that Aziraphale was brainwashed - *cue in the coffee theory* (and my apologies to yall who believs it, i am not a believer o7) - but I don't think the smile he gives on his way to heaven has anything to do with Metatron, or even going to heaven at all.

I believe it's because of Crowley.

Hear me out, the literal love of Ziras' life spilt his fucking GUTS to him, pleading for him to choose them, choose the life they've made together on Earth, and even fucking KISSED HIM in a desperate attempt to make her realize how deeply Crowley loves him; and this fucker said "I forgive you" and LEFT HIM!

Aforementioned, I don't think the smile was about returning to heaven, nor being brainwashed, it was the realization Crowley is in love with him. They love each other, truly! They're both finally realizing that they CAN be openly in love, they CAN openly care for each other, and Aziraphale is eating. That. Shit. Up! AND AS SHE SHOULD, FR!!!!!!! She has loved this goofy demon for centuries, and he kissed him. Fucking full on, desperate ass, romantic movie ass kiss.

If I was Aziraphale in this situation, I'd be cheesing like a mf too!

Whether it was Neil who wrote Zira to do that, or a little add-on that Michael did, it was a fucking brilliant move, and I fucking adore it!

[thegenvyisreal]

Good Omens Season 2 Episode 6 Thoughts (for real this time)

Let's just take this chronologically so I can lose my mind at the end.

Crowley in heaven! What a dork! He looks lovely I hope SO MANY PPL cosplay him.

OKAY. OKAY LISTEN. I know we never got Crowley's angelic name but that demon was a SERAPH I WILL NOT BE TAKING QUESTIONS. I AM A RAPHAEL!CROWLEY TRUTHER AND WILL BE SO UNTIL PROVEN OTHERWISE.

He's so powerful! Someone on here pointed out that when Gabriel in the recording said he was the only supreme (or level 1 or something?) archangel in heaven it panned immediately to Crowley. MY MAN. MY GIRL. CROWLEY IS SO IMPORTANT!!

Throwing encyclopedias at the demons and Aziraphale wincing, boy I feel you.

And shax made fun of Zira for liking food?? Okay fat shamer! Get fucked!

Wartime Halo Demon Bomb?? Great band name.

Crowley defusing a war with just saying "no, bad, do NOT"? The power he has!!

OMG

INEFFABLE

BUREAUCRACY

First of all, I THOUGHT the fly was a Beelzebub thing! I just didn't think it had Gabriel's memories in it.

Their little love story was cute, but explain to me HOW we were supposed to deduce why the jukebox is the way it is or WHY Gabe lost his memories without the Bureaucracy exposition??? NEIL YOU WANTED US TO FIGURE IT OUT BUT HOW???

Good for them for going off together but it's just so SILLY how THEY get to have that and our duo DON'T. I do not like it.

Okay. Let's get on with it.

So I DON'T get my angsty finale, but I do get something INFINITELY WORSE.

Maggie and Nina coming to Crowley to tell him what's up. Good for them!

Nina calling Maggie Angel I ALMOST FELL OUT OF MY CHAIR

Hell yes Derek Jacobi you're so lovely but I want to punch the Metatron in the FACE.

Why on earth would you get Zira THAT coffee?? He doesn't drink coffee!! Is this some power trip?? Is there SOMETHING IN THE COFFEE???

Aziraphale. Sweetie. Darling. Dear boy. You're so STUPID.

Crowley being like, I need to tell you this right now or I may never be able to say it. And Zira like, hold that thought! YOU RUDE LITTLE BITCH LET HIM SPEAK.

Aziraphale. WHY. WHY DO YOU INSIST THAT HEAVEN IS SO WONDERFUL AND GOOD!!! THEY SUCK!! THEY HURT PEOPLE!! YOU LITERALLY LIED TO THEM ABOUT JOB'S KIDS CUZ YOU KNEW THEY WERE WRONG!! WHY DO YOU KEEP DEFENDING THEM!!

Crowley confessing. Begging Aziraphale not to do this. Aziraphale not understanding why Crowley WOULDN'T want to do this. ZIRA AFTER EVERYTHING CROWLEY'S BEEN THRU YOU WANT HIM TO GO BACK TO HIS ABUSIVE FAMILY???

The kiss.

My heart shattered.

I've been waiting for this moment for over a month, and I got it in the WORST POSSIBLE WAY. Crowley's desperation, Aziraphale not knowing how to react. Not reacting at all. Crowley kissed him and he just stood there.

Sidebar: I KNOW that Aziraphale KNOWS that he's in love with Crowley. He KNEW in 1941. You dumbass. You imbecile. You fucker. Why.

"I forgive you".

LITERALLY MURDER ME

I want to understand him. I am Aziraphale-coded for sure. But I guess I'm also Crowley-coded?? Idk what to do with my feelings.

The WAY he SAYS the line. The ACTING from Michael. Bravo bb. THE WAY. HE SAYS IT. MY HEART IS ALREADY TORN OUT AND NOW YOU PUT IT THRU A MEAT GRINDER.

Excuse me Zira I have one question:

WHAT.

ON EARTH.

DOES HE NEED TO BE FORGIVEN FOR.

YOU ABSOLUTE TWAT.

I'm gonna commit multiple crimes.

Crowley just standing there HEARTBROKEN. He LOVES THAT ANGEL SO MUCH. HE WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HIM. I'M GONNA MCFUCKING LOSE IT.

And he just walks out. And Aziraphale looks just as broken. I hate it. I hate it I hate it I hate it.

And after EVERYTHING. Crowley still waits by his car. Waits to see if Aziraphale will come to his senses and come back for him. But he doesn't. Zira even LOOKS BACK AT HIM before going into the elevator. How DARE you. How FUCKING DARE YOU YOU COWARD.

And you know??? You know what really gets to me?? You know what really cooks my noodle?? Besides the "I forgive you"???

Aziraphale's face journey in the elevator. How it lands, at the end, on a horrific smile. Bless Michael's acting skills cuz that is a horrible smile.

And Crowley just feels nothing. Completely broken. Like all of us.

I get it. I GET THE PRIDE AND PREJUDICE PARALLELS. @sycophantastic pointed it out, that it's a 3-act structure, and I know this is the "dark night of the soul" portion of the hero's journey. I GET. IT. I still hate it.

It took me forever to get to sleep last night. Like an hour and a half. Cuz my brain wouldn't shut up. And I dreamt about them. And it was awful and sad. And NOW we're going to a friend's house to watch the whole thing with her for the first time. Again. I have to endure this again.

I need QUITE EXTRAORDINARY AMOUNTS OF ALCOHOL.

[rosemariad]

Supernatural season 10 part 2

part one here

so Cain got got - saw that coming since the last time we really saw him was when Dean met him and passed on the mark...Kay.

interesting bit there when he said Dean was living his life in reverse - such drama tying in a compelling pattern of the overall story where there's a cycle of violence at play - reinforcing the theory that Sam & Dean weren't the first set of brothers locked in a destiny the way they are.

so the Cole stuff got worked out...yay? are we ever gonna see him again? okay.

Charlie nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!

charlie why did you leave & go off by yourself girl nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 🥲😢😭😱

ugh, the Winchesters can never have any friends. this is why we can't have nice things!!!! I'm glad Dean destroyed those fuckers. Frankenstein though really? lololol

Cas got his grace back - the one good thing to come out of this season seriously. The Claire and Cas episodes were cool, him trying to make amends but too little too late. poor girl

Dean lost the mark but at what cost 😶 (aside from Charlie RIP) Death got nerfed - a little too easy I say but then again the Winchesters are the protagonists here so whatever I guess.

Sam's puppy dog eyes came in clutch!

but seriously why didn't they kill metatron? I'm glad he lost his grace but he didn't suffer enough....not nearly enough

Lastly the confessional scene - it got real in there. Poor Dean (and this was him with the mark still)

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Key: 💗 = Main | 💞 = Secondary | 💝 = Tertiary | 🏡 = Familial | 🌻 = Platonic | ✨ = Main Focus | 🔒 + bold = Not Comfortable Sharing

Structure: [f/o name] [source] | [relationship status or type] [marriage or engagement date if applicable] | [tag]

🔒✨ 💗 The Joker [DC Comics] | Married (12•04•21) | 🃏A Joker and His Ace🃏

💗 Wade Wilson/Deadpool [MARVEL Comics] | Married (07•12•22) | 💣Bulletproof Boys💣

🔒✨ 💗 Jack Torrance [The Shining] | Married (12•31•22) | 🪓Darling - Light of My Life🪓

🔒✨ 💗 Charles “Chucky” Lee Ray [Child’s Play franchise] | Married (03•19•20) | 🌈Foul-Mouthed Little Fucker🌈

✨ 💗 Betelgeuse [Beetlejuice] | Married (10•01•20) | 🪲Two Bugs in A Rug🪲 [🐞Two Bugs in A Rug🐞]

🔒✨ 💗 Severus Snape [Harry Potter Franchise] | Married (date n/a) | ⛅He Saw a Glow in The Darkness⛅

🔒💞 Michael Myers [Halloween franchise] | Dating | 🔪The Night He Came Home🎃

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💞 Dr. Otto Octavius [Spider-Man 2 (2004)] | Dating | 🐙6 Arms to Hold You Tight / Does That Make You an Insect???🐙

💞 The Metatron [Dogma] | Dating | 👁The Metatron🪶

🔒💝 Hannibal Lecter [NBC’s Hannibal] | Dating | 🍽️Ella et Porcus🍽️

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💝 Dr. Frank-n-Furter [Rocky Horror Picture Show] | Dating | 👠Material Girl👠

💝 Ashley “Ash” Joanna Williams [Evil Dead franchise] | Dating | 🍂Good. Bad. He’s The Guy With My Heart.🍂

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[idledreams4]

Ranking my top... 10 Supernatural characters at 3 in the morning (cause this can't go wrong at all)

CHARLIE. Hands down it's my girl Charlie. She is my spirit animal. Honestly I'm just her irl but without the hacking skills (though I AM working on those!!!)

Dean. My baby has to take second. I'm sorry. Idk to who but I feel like I need to apologize for this placement.

Crowley. Have you met me? You should be surprised he isn't higher. I was kinda iffy about him at first. I was very wary when he first started working with the Winchesters, but by season 6 (I think it was 6? Maybe 7?) I was locked in. The little Crowstiel arc was the last nail in the coffin

Lucifer. Shut up I know I have a type. There was a point I'd put him above Crowley but my loyalty is with the new king apparently. (I'm as shocked as you are I assure you). BIG fan of Casifer by the way. Samcifer was one thing but Casifer? Ugh these fallen angels are more than welcome to ruin me

Hmm... Bobby. I've gotten really attached to him. Maybe I've been spending too much time in my made up fantasy worlds lately but he feels like an uncle to me.

The girl who wrote Supernatural The Musical. I love spn, I love musicals, and I LOVE subtext. Someone should make the musical a reality and I should play Dean. I'm happy to audition but is it reallllly necessary? Come on we allll know I could do it

I'm running out of characters I like uh oh... I guess Cas? Idk. I don't have a problem with him or anything, I love him. He's hilarious and I relate to him on sooooooooooo many levels (hi, fallen angel here) he's just not one of the characters I usually think of when I'm thinking about my favorites

Ruby. I kinda want to swap her and Cas cause I think I may like her just slightly more than him. She's hot, she's a demon, and she got Sam to start the apocalypse, what's not to love?

Oops I haven't said Sam yet. Well he isn't my favorite and I'm actually pissed at him, but he gets to be number 9.

That original crossroads demon. I forget her name but again: she's hot, and she's a demon. And even though she's been dead since before the apocalypse I cannot forget her.

And you know what: here are my 5 most hated characters too. I'm going in reverse order so my absolute least favorite is like a dramatic reveal.

5. Darkness. My only problem with her is that she's getting in the way of Destiel. Oh and she wasn't very appreciative of what Crowley had done for her, but I care more about the CW making her Dean's (unwanted) romantic interest rn.

4. Sam. Yeah he was on the favorites list, because I did like him, but he screwed up bad enough that he's here. Where do I start? He didn't look for Dean. He worked with Rowena. He ignored Dean SEVERAL times, usually resulting in some sort of apocalypse/end of the world scenario. HE GOT CHARLIE KILLED. He put Lucifer back in the cage. He tried to just give uo and die. Honestly I could keep going on but since it's almost taken me a full hour to write this already I'll stop here.

3. Metatron. He's an asshole. I don't know what else to say. I hate him and he has a REALLY punchable face

2. Chuck. Honestly I don't know why I hate him so much. I think it's just because I actually have beef with God. (Again: hi, fallen angel here. Gotta love them celestial daddy issues) Ever since I found out this fucker was God I've hated him for just abandoning all his creations and watching everything go down.

Rowena. God I hate that even THIS sounds like her, but I see wayyyyyy too much of myself in her and if I didn't hate her guts I'd love her. As we can tell by where I put Crowley, I'm not a fan of her for abandoning him, torturing him, manipulating him, stealing his throne, betraying him, etc. but I ESPECIALLY hate her for getting Charlie killed. I wish that I was the one who got to snap her neck instead of Lucifer. Fuck. This. Bitch. In. Particular.

[icharchivist]

On one hand, Lucilius strikes me as the type of person who, if he got a pet dog, he would name it "dog"

On the other hand he did name Lucifer and Belial and presumably all his other creations as well, so he's actually really creative and puts thought into the little things like that

Lucilius is a theater kid

He's got that in common with the speaker. Don't tell him though

HELPPP

YEah i feel like he'd name things but mostly out of "putting a name on his final projects" type, so i wonder if he'd care to call a dog anything else?

Esp since even the reasoning to the angel's names have been. "here's my second born, i decided to call him "son of the God of light" he's the most beautiful man in the world and coincidentally a clone of myself 🥰." "And this is my first born. I called him worthless."

Also the ego of the fact all the angels have the ending in "-el/-iel" (which would be transcribed "eru" in Japanese) which usually means "of God", and how Lucifer's name is pronounced in Japanese so his name ends with "eru" instead of the "faa" of the official transcription of Lucifer. So it brands all of them as "children of God (Luciilus)" (and Belial (beriaru) corrupted fucker who can't do the eru convention right <3) (and the only two angels without this ending (Metatron and Sandalphon) being more concerned with Lucifer than Lucilius, therefore probably having been named by Lucifer when i think of it.)

So for a dog what would he call it?

Honestly i feel like he'd only bother naming his creations so dog could stay dog.

but i feel he could be petty enough to call it Belial because "well maybe one bastard in this house could actually make something of that name".

Or Bubs just so when Bubs come over he can antagonize him with "i'm not talking to you i'm talking to the dog."

like you said. it's the theater kid bone in him, brining him closer to Sahar every day <3333 but yeah let's not tell him that,

[aucoba]

Ep 6

Nina asking questions and being the moody one

Aziraphale mentioning Jane austen roberry's skills, letting Crowley influence him

ANGELIC LOOK CROWLEY WITH SANDALS AND WEIRD WALK

Aziraphale going the writer's know where, leaving Maggie and Nina facing the legion of demons alone to have their "I wanna be strong" moment and obviously screwing up... Hmmm

Obviously the first one to get in is the demon that always gets killed - tries to leave - gets killed

"let's make it worthwhile" *snorts* he is such a dork

I'm just noticing aziraphale is holding an electrical candle thing... What does he intend to do with it?

"let's end it all a'd start eternity" "amen" "naaah" Gabriel is such a bitchy mood

"I'm the only first order archangel in the univers" cuts to Crowley... Suspicious

Crowley has gold nail polished. Crowley has gold nail polished.

Aziraphale looks so confused, he can't even blab, saying books can burn like... Books and then shax insults him saying he eats human food and he looks... Guilty about it? I can get it but it feels... Weird. Am I reading too much into it??

The metatron floating head coming back

Gabriel being so bored with heaven's bureaucracy but taking it seriously when they talk about erasing his memories

Crowley supporting Muriel is so cute I need more of them in s3, like let Muriel be their pigeon voyageur, let them be the one to help the ineffable husbands to keep in touch

Jim struggling naked with the box while the archangel are waiting for him is pure gold, they don't even panic they are all just annoyed

Aziraphale pulling out the halo I still don't know what to make out of it, such a soft mettle halo that once again destroys the same demon first while shax just goes to sleep on the couch??

Aziraphale little "you came back" ❤️ and Crowley being impressed by the halo

Everybody coming to the bookshop!! Idiots assemble!!!

Muriel is reading in the back!!!

I was too hooked the first time, now I pause Everytime there's something to read and where did all those papers in the box come. From?? It's always been empty and no one ever put anything in it as far as we were shown... And here there's a "golde diggers" tragedy from 1589, a comédie of robin hoode, and a letter talking about money exchanging involving someone named John Gibson... What is this all about????

Beelzebub calling their boyfriend stuck in a fly and connecting fingers with Jim ❤️

The flashbacks!!!!!!!! Heck yeah me likey! They have such an amazing chemistry... Still can't believe they didn't have Gabriel saying "armagedon't"

Everyday it's coming a little closer... Is it love? Is it your soulmate? Is it the terrible thing tempest and lamentation???

The way the ineffable bureaucracy longed to touch each other hands when Beelzebub gave the fly the first time they are so in love and cute and free about it

How they sweeten when they see each other again... (also I feel like god made Gabriel go to aziraphale rather than go to Beelzebub)

THEY ARE HOLDING HANDS AND AZIRAPHALE CAN'T KEEP HIS HAND AWAY FROM CROWLEY HE IS TOO MOVED HE'S LOOSING HIS BALANCE

The metatron in the light you fucker

Crowley smiling at aziraphale taking charge

"there are précédents... Hell doing heaven's punishing for you, Job, that was one" I'm pretty certain heaven will try to have hell destroy humanity in s3, they did before, they'll do it again

Aziraphale's look at Crowley when he mentions alga centuria the same place he offered to go to when armegedon was happening... It's the love safe place they never got to yet... Aziraphale my angel, what are you waiting for

Although why is hell so understaffed????

AZIRAPHALE WILL YOU STOP WITH THE LOVELY EYES WHAT ARE YOU THINKING IT HURTS ME KNOWING WHAT'S ABOUT TO COME

Shax and furfur little fistbump is so cute

Oh the metatron ordering... "so predictable" and immediate cut to Micheal threatening to erase aziraphale from the book of life... Is the use of the book the predictable thing? Is the metatron finding Micheal predictable?? How dangerous is he exactly????

The way the glass/bell keeps shaterring after the metatron entered the bookshop... Ominous (I know but still, I'm looking for any Clue onto what his plan is)

Are the archangel too stupid or his the metatron tricking everyone??

Crowley letting aziraphale go 'cause the day "can' t get any weirder" CROWLEY MY LOVE DON'T and immediate threatening music as the metatron looks at crowley

Crowley planning a date and being so tired, telling muriel to go before rearranging the whole place waiting for his angel *that's me sobbing in the inside*

"I say something brilliant he says something unintentionally funny back" is just such a romantic line, he looks so sad

Aziraphale looks so confused when he leaves the metatron... Wait I'm about to get hurt again, oh gosh I ain't ready

The metatron talks about "a good news" but aziraphale isn't even smiling, just breathing!!! Why does he express such euphoria then????

The metatron saying "will lead you to run" all this big projects makes me irk

FUCK AZIRAPHALE DID SAY "I don't want to go back to heaven" WHAT THE FUCK

Amazon putting the "violence" warning up just before it all goes down I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING AMAZON I'M ABOUT TO GET MURDERED

Fuck, aziraphale really just wanted to get Crowley back to his happy angelic status didn't he

The way the cameras gets closer to aziraphale's face when he gets closer to Crowley, but the camera is not as close when it's on Crowley they are not on the same page I'm hurting all over again they are not communicating they are only splitting up by the second

Damn me did I cry... The metraton finds Crowley predictable, he knew he was gonna refuse. And aziraphale looks so insane in this last shot... Of course he couldn't think of anything to bring with him, his lover broke up with him

First time and second just leave me with the hope that s3 will make sens of all of this

In the mean time I'll keep thinking about those dorks

Rewtaching Good omens S2 here we go :

Ep 1 :

Aziraphale saying he forgives Maggie for not paying rent 'cause he is "very good at forgiving things, and it' s his favorite thing" - yes that's me dying in the background of foreshadowing

I already saw it the first time but crowley's paper has an article on taddfield being a wonderful place to live in

Crowley wondering what the point is into creating the universe only to stop it Vs after armagedon't, Crowley wondering what's the point of heaven and hell's existence

John ham's ass

Extreme sanction aka book of life... [suspicious]

Aziraphale becoming defensive the second gab's talks about how it feels to be in love

"the something terrible" that might not happen to you in A. Z. FELL bookshop

Why do Crowley not like it when you call and appear mysteriously at the same time? What's wrong with that?

Soon to be 'named Jim saying "you' re funny I love you", sends me to heaven

And the little fly (I did see and hear it the first time, just love the detail)

WHAT THE HECK IS UP WITH THE QUOTE ON THE MATCH BOX oh and it's "Job"!

Aziraphale turning on his left when Crowley enters the coffeshop and then saying how nice it is to tell someone about his good deeds now that he isn't reporting to upstairs... Missing heaven??

bohemian rhapsody in the background in the coffeshp ❤️ (I didn't notice the first time)

Crowley calming down, not by eating the eaglecakes but by going outside, tryong to do a human technique before casting lightning - I wish I could do that

Muriel my love

Archangel in front of a material object will never be funny to me

Beelzebub going out of their way to get their boyfriend back

The book of life again and how things might have never existed... Sending Crowley on a "lover boy" driving to his angel

The teeny-tiny miracle bit is still brilliant

Ep 2

Aziraphale and Crowley being workers from ennemies company, just chatting, trying to both do their job. So mundane.

THERE ARE BIRDS FLYING AWAY AFTER CROWLEY DESTROYED THE GOATS

Aziraphale not asking questions, simply saying "killing kids! That can't be right", acting like... Almost has if he is acting as the devil's advocate when interacting with his boss ("job liked his old children... What we could is..." so powerful)

Miracles to make places accessible is such an awesome idea

Gabriel being unnoticeable although he shoves a Terry prachett book into the archangel's faces

Jim using "the wicked bible" to try and kill the fly, what the heck is up with that! Gab the fly must be so chocked by how dumb he is ("the beauty part is that it never works)

Poor aziraphale, that's too much stress for him

"we're never going to the pub" flirt

Mister Brown holds a metro paper saying "Nebraska woman taught duck to play accordeon" and I hope Crowley is the Nebraska woman

"Maggie has a... Pash. And doesn't know how to conduct a courtship" YOU DON'T SAY, AZIRAPHALE

Wait, aziraphale can lie to the archangel's about miracling people falling in love, and knows it wouldn't actually work, but the archangels don't know it wouldn't work??

Invoke fiction properly - Jane austen being cooler than I thought she could ever be - SHE HAD BALLS - "people would gather and then realise they had misunderstood each other and that they were actually deeply in love" I need s3 to have a ball with this happening for our happy ending

Aziraphale being si excited about the clue and doing the same little dance Everytime he sings it

Hearing god's voice when Jim remembers Gabriel and Crowley knowing Jim can do better

The schuhite visiting to check up on the kids

Aziraphale "thinking" about what god's want while Crowley questions it

"may god forgive you" after Crowley does the bad guy act... And then putting his faith in crowley's words that he will not kill the kids

Aziraphale eating for the first time in the middle of a storm, as if he had been starving for ever

God answering job's questions by asking him if he ever paid any attention to everything god ever created, if he realises how insignificant and powerless he is

Crowley stopping job's wife to curse god 'cause "that never ends well"

Aziraphale and Crowley doing an improv scene magic trick to bring back the children and it working 'cause the archangels are too ignorant

Aziraphale feeling like he is failing as an angel when he lies to save humans... Him trying to cope with grey morales for the first time VS now owning the fact that the heavenly hierarchy was awful

Nina saying her partner was "not impressed" for not meeting her insane expectations... Makes me think of heaven's style of monitoring

"what car" "our car" "we don't share a car"

Gabriel rearranging the books, reading the first line of the book Muriel read at the end... And the bible is on the same shelf - and then pride and prejudice incipit-- and then good omens book incipit

Cut to depressed aziraphale in the past with depressed music

This scene... I will have to watch it again and again... It's the first and only time I think we've ever seen aziraphale feel so guilty : he feels guilty for lying, but not for the lie in itself. And Crowley offers him acceptation (rather than forgiveness) : if there's nothing to forgive then there's never been anything wrong. So we can just be, next to one another. And still the scene ends with Crowley referring to his demonic nature, as if they can't escape what the world made them to be

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S.I.N - Soulmates in nature {5}

Series summary; The boys struck a deal with Lucifer, a deal that allows him to stay in the bunker. How will not only they, but you cope with an archangel, the devil nonetheless, roaming around the space? Especially as you seem to notice something no-one else does, his wings. You could see the devil’s wings.

Pairing: Lucifer x reader  

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Chapter 5/23

Word; 7.100

Warnings; Swearing, talk about injury

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing

A/N: Hm, is it even any idea to say sorry for the long chapters anymore? Tbh I think I’ve lost all of those who think its a problem anyway. So for those faithful ones that still are here to witness these two emotionally constipated individuals interact, here’s chapter 5 of the series. PSA; if you wanna be tagged in the series send me an ask!

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"Mother fucker!" You hissed as you pressed a disinfection wipe against your shoulder. The sting sharp enough it made you bite your lip to not continue your loud cursing.

Sam had stitched up the wound as soon as he'd gotten you to the infirmary yesterday. The younger Winchester told you- when you'd been clear enough in the head and been given enough painkillers to numb the pain in your shoulder for it to feel like a gentle pounding- he would've chosen your room if he'd been sure you, for one, had everything he needed to mend your shoulder and two would've made it.

Though seeing the state you initially had been in when returning to the bunker, he'd made the decision for you. Something you were grateful for, despite having to sleep in the infirmary's back-breaking bed.

Dropping the disinfection pad you previously had pressed against your shoulder into the sink you stood by, you raised your gaze to look into the mirror. Your reflection stared back at you, bags visible under its eyes, showcasing the previous night of painful sleep. It had been a nightmare, not only because of the firm bed.

You'd felt strengthless after Sam had finished his medical attention to you, but despite wanting to sleep, he'd held you awake the first two hours, afraid the blood you'd lost was enough to be harmful. However, when the hunter felt you regained enough clearness to hold a conversation without dragging your words, he'd said you could rest, seeing as the only thing worrying him now was your shoulder.

With the assurance that either he, Dean or Cas would watch over you, you'd drifted off. Yet, it wasn't a peaceful slumber. Because each time you shifted in your sleep, you woke in a painful daze from the spiking sensation spreading through your body.

You didn't feel the same sharp pain anymore, seeing how it had dulled somewhat after continuously taking the painkillers. But as your gaze shifted in the mirror, down from your face to your shoulder, you couldn't ignore the throbbing ache. Neither fending off the grimace on your face upon looking at the skin sewed together.

Sam had done a good enough job, but still, he was no doctor. Something one could see by the stitches. On top of that, the skin around the wound was swollen and just slightly... off from its usual shade. It would take long to heal and would definitely leave a ragged scar.

You sighed, not because your skin would be marred, that it already was from years of hunting. But because of this, you would be out of the game for months.

"You know I can heal you".

Your eyes flickered upwards in the mirror, over your shoulder, to watch Cas as he walked closer. He didn't look exhausted, like you, simply had the same expression of remorsefulness on his face as he had when you'd 'woken' up a few hours ago. The angel had been the one watching over you then, and ever since you regained consciousness, he's been lingering in your presence, trying to persuade you to let him heal your injury.

"No, Cas, your grace is low. And you have more important things to use what little is left on. I'll get better... eventually".

Although not knowing everything about the whole Metatron and the angels fall event, you knew enough. Cas's wings had healed when merging the burning out of borrowed grace with his own one. However, this mending had cost him the ability to be as careless as before about using his powers.

Therefore, you simply looked away from Cas and began covering the now cleaned wound with gauze pads. It was more manageable thanks to the thank top your wore instead of the usual t-shirt with a flannel. Yet, despite trying to be gentle and fasten the bandage with a tender touch, you gasped when the tape securing the gauze pulled awkwardly on the skin underneath.

You heard the mumble of your name and snapped a 'don't' while you shot the angel who was about to put his hand on your shoulder a glare, effectively making his movement halt.

"Listen to the hurt animal, little bro. It'll only hiss louder otherwise", you recognised the voice at the same time you identified the figure coming to lean in the doorframe to the infirmary.

If you didn't know a heavy exhale would cause you pain, you definitely would've shown your annoyance towards Lucifer by doing that rather than just rolling your eyes. However, hearing the displeased huff from Cas, you knew he more than made it up for the both of you. Glancing at him in the mirror once more, you also saw him giving the devil a watchful eye.

You followed the same path, turning so your vision wasn't limited to the mirror, to be able to see Lucifer where he stood a few feet away from you. It was with a few seconds to spare you caught the questioningly narrowed look that answered Cas's stare. Hence, as soon as the archangel noticed you'd switched to watch him, he redirected his gaze to you.

He held it for a moment before his eyes flickered down to your shoulder. It was brief, seeing how his vessel's blue eyes swiftly met yours soon again. No matter this, though, something entered his gaze, making his lips purse and eyebrows quirk.

Whatever it was, it pinned his features, not into something that you could call amusement, but definitely something you would question with what he found so hilarious. Sooner than you could remark it, however, you noticed Cas move closer in your peripheral, pulling your attention from the devil.

"You should rest, I'll be back as soon as I can", the reason you'd said to the angel he should save his grace for important things wasn't a just in case event, but rather something already planned.

While you'd been knocked out, the boys had discussed the event that had put you in the infirmary. Despite having brushed off the first hunt, now more than a week ago, the second time demons staged a case was enough to get even Sam and Dean on board that something was going on. Especially when you'd gotten to know why they weren't interested in them or Cas. They wanted you.

Thus, the three of them had decided that while you got back on your feet in the safety of the bunker, they would try and figure this out.

Sam and Dean thought about contacting Crowley to see if he knew something. After fixing the warding that Lucifer, somehow, had been able to break to be able to leave the bunker that was. Meanwhile, Cas would try and hunt down demons to question them in person.

"Will you...", you snapped out of your thoughts and glanced up at the angel who trailed of in his question. However, Cas didn't look at you. Instead, his eyes had shifted to Lucifer.

You understood he was cautious of leaving you with the devil while not operating at total capacity, even you were. Yet, you were vigilant towards the archangel for more than your physical injury. He had saved you, the fact as clear as day, but the question of why still irked you. Lucifer was known for being a team player for as long as it suited his plans. Hence, he never did something outside his own benefit.

"I'm going to be fine", perhaps it was a lie to ease Cas's nerves. Fine, it was a lie. You could never assure you didn't start to argue with the devil, especially seeing that your suspicion towards him now was higher than before, simply because you had yet to understand why he helped you in the first place.

You saw this was something Cas also noticed, as your answer pulled his attention back to you. There was a doubt brewing in his eyes, which you couldn't help to gently smile at to soothe.

"I assure you, Cas", his lips, pressed into a thin line, didn't lose the tension at your comforting voice. Thus, you sighed, knowing it was no idea to even keep trying to persuade him into believing you. "Be careful", was what you settled on to say.

Regarding how Cas didn't verbally answer, you knew he still wasn't happy leaving you in Lucifer's company, even though the boys were somewhere in the bunker. For a second, it looked like he wanted to say something, but as his eyes drifted to the devil again, his jaw clenched, stopping himself from speaking.

The silence wasn't long, but if it had been, you would perhaps have understood the glare your angel friend was sending Lucifer wasn't just a glance but a silent warning. Further, you maybe would've turned around and noticed the way the devil answered it by tilting his head and raising his eyebrows, challenging Cas's silent way of telling him to keep his distance and don't try anything like the stunt he did yesterday.

However, because this small exchange between the angels took place in a matter of milliseconds, you remained oblivious to it. For you, it only looked like the brunette angel's gaze averted from yours instinctively to prepare himself to leave. Seeing as that was what Cas did the moment after.

You stared at the spot Cas had stood in seconds prior, for once unknowing of how the archangel, standing not more than a short distance away, observed you closely.

"Ah, how sweet he's on you", Lucifer voice chimed all of a sudden. Naturally, you shot him a glare where he still leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, lips pursed to further act the irony you knew fueled his words.

"Why are you still here?" You questioned, starting to gather some of the med supplies to take back to your room, almost not catching the way he cocked a brow.

"Well, I want to watch the hurt animal", it was good that your back currently was turned towards the archangel, as you felt how the side of your nose twitched at his response.

"This animal wouldn't have been hurt if it wasn't for your demons puncturing its shoulder", you said, turning to face him once more when the small number of supplies was in your clutch. His arched eyebrows had dropped into a furrow. And, you noticed how some of the feathers in his wings, which was much less radiant than the last time you'd seen them, rippled.

"Are you insinuating that it's my demons...", Lucifer pushed off from the wall and put a hand on his chest, face mimicking the same surprise as if you'd shot him rather than what you just said. "...that's been pestering, not only you...", his hand left its position of a fake hurt, to instead waggle his finger in your direction before swiftly coming to point at himself. "...but, me as well because I need to listen to your never-ending whining?"

"They're your bad behaving pets, are they not?" You cocked your head, but it merely earned a huff from Lucifer.

"Doesn't mean I want them to touch my favourite toy", you almost didn't catch yourself throwing your hands up in the air, but in the last second, you did. So, instead of raising both in exasperation, you raised one hand in a silent gesture of 'what did I expect'.

"Why did we let you stay?" You questioned more to yourself than him, but of course, you got an answer anyway.

"Because I'm such a delight to be around", you actually scoffed at this, making the smirk tugging the corner of his lips arch into a full-fledged one. "And, that you prayed I wouldn't", it was true, thus despite having come to terms with it by now, barely one may add. You had been the one to flat out refuse to accept the devils deal no matter the reward, hence why you continuously criticised Sam and Dean for taking it in the end anyway.

"That sounds about right", you snarked, starting to head towards the exit, which sadly also meant towards Lucifer. When you began to climb the stairs, you added. "Why would an atheist pray to have an angel in their company anyways?"

"What, don't you believe in me?" You looked up from following your feet to instead watch Lucifer.

"I think I've made it clear I certainly do not".

"But still you do with dear old Castiel... and see where that got you", he said in a sing-song voice, which made you grit your teeth. He didn't need to point to your shoulder nor explicitly mention the hunt, as his voice was enough to insinuate what he meant. And this made you stop at the top of the stairs, glaring daggers at the devil. He cocked his head, meeting your gaze before saying. "Did I say something?"

Your jaw clenched instantly, thus did the devil really try to provoke you for laying your trust in Cas and not him, merely because he saved you this once? Yes. Yes, he did. He was damn near close to getting a reaction as well if you at that moment hadn't tensed up enough for your wound to ignite a fresh wave of pain.

You wrenched your eyes shut, not wanting the devil who already felt like he bore into your soul with his gaze to rejoice in your misery.

"I'm going to rest", it was spoken through clenched teeth. Because not only did you need to admit defeat to Lucifer by stepping down from butting your head with his, all because of your damn shoulder. But you also prepared to push past him where he took up the whole exit.

It would need an immense amount of self-restraint to not let out a pained cry as your shoulder would bump into his, but you were damned if you would cowardly slither around him merely to exit the room and the conversation.

However, the time of self-restraint never came. Because instead of taking up the whole entryway and stare at you with the burning gaze that always was so noticeable, Lucifer stepped to the side to let you pass.

                                             ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

If it only had been as easy to pass out a week ago when you had all those sleepless nights as it was now when your body used all its time to heal itself. Making you near exhausted constantly. Despite not wanting to be bed bound, it didn't help that doing anything else than resting also sent jolts of pain gnawing away any will to move around too much.

The only trouble of combining these two, a want to rest and pain to move, was when you jolted awake.

It was as if your body wanted to play a cruel prank on you by forgetting your shoulder had a hole in it and then make you awake so suddenly. Thus, there was no way you could've prepared for it, so the pained scream that left you was an unconscious response to the agony that practically left you panting.

You heard a door slam open but was so occupied by curling in on yourself, barely cupping your shoulder with your hand while a string of curses left you, to even pay attention to it. The immediate sharp pain you'd felt when waking up with a start had faded. Still, there was a warm throbbing sensation, along with a straining feeling, making itself present.

Your inhale was as sharp as your exhale, trying to control your breathing which otherwise would come out irregularly. Even when you felt the bed dip slightly beside you, did you continue to focus on exhaling the pain.

It was at a final breath out you sighed, the sensation that had made your eyes water fading to the deep dull throbbing in your shoulder you were used to. Now your eyes flickered to see who had joined you.

Instantly, hazel coloured eyes met yours and you noted the concerned furrow between the dark brows perched above them. It was impossible to not recognise Sam Winchester's worry as he looked at you.

"Hey, what happened?" He said gently as soon as he realised you noticed his presence.

"Was resting, woke from god knows what and this", you tipped your head to the side, pointing out that your injury was the cause, as you held the explanation short. Not because you wanted to hide a truth, but merely because there wasn't much more to tell. Since you'd left Lucifer, you had followed through with what you said to him about resting. But apparently, your brain had had enough of that, seeing how it woke you all of a sudden.

"We heard that", you hadn't noticed Dean standing in the entrance of your room, tightly gripping the gun in his hand even though it hung by his side. "How are you holding up?" The older Winchester gestured with his head towards where you still held your hand over the wound. You didn't apply any pressure because that would hurt too much. Instead, you cupped your shoulder by an instinct that told you to protect it.

"Don't... know".

"Want me to take a look?" Your gaze ventured back to Sam and smiled at his proposition. He took it as you go ahead, so while you sat up straighter, he moved closer.

"At least it hasn't bled through", the brunette stated as you let your hand drop to rest in your lap.

"That's always something", you mumbled, but it turned into a repressed grunt as you heard and felt the peal of the tape you'd fastened the gauze earlier today release. It shifted the skin enough that you felt it pull at the threads the hunter had sewed it together with, now more than a day ago. Thus, Sam sent you an apologetic glance before continuing. Gentler now, despite that it couldn't have been much more to take off, he proceeded.

You guessed right that the younger Winchester must've been on the final stretch, as a few seconds later, you felt how the cool air came in contact with the wound as he revealed it fully.

"Good news, the stitches are holding up", you sighed thankfully, because how bad the pain ever could get, redoing the stitches would be horrendous. Even more so now opposed to when Sam had done them the first time, regarding how you only had been partly conscious then. "I'm gonna change this when already checking on it", the brunette motioned to the gaze he'd taken off, to which you nodded because it meant you didn't need to do it yourself later.

"I think I have what's needed in there", you pointed to the medicine cabinet adorned by a mirror hanging above the sink. The younger Winchester only nodded and walked over there to fetch the supplies.

It was good that you'd prepared by taking some of the medical equipment with you earlier today to always have in your room concerning your current situation. Therefore, instead of needing to go to the infirmary, Sam could, in this instance, just pick what he needed from the cupboard.

Seemingly, he also knew what he needed, seeing how he didn't spend more than a few moments picking out the supplies before making his way back to you and started the quick work of changing your bindings.

It never ceased to amaze you how the otherwise giant of a man could be so gentle when it came to fixing an injury, but you realised it was from experiencing these kinds of things regularly throughout their hunting life. You knew how vital it could be to be able to stitch yourself up.

"Jesus Christ!" Thanks to having been occupied with your own thoughts, the sudden unpleasant sensation rushing from your shoulder made you jerk away from whatever caused it. You swiftly turned to watch Sam, who had a guilty look on his face.

"Sorry, tried fixating it in a way so it won't move as much", he apologised. You glanced down to what he currently was doing. Without you noticing, he'd rewrapped your bandage and had even fastened a make-shift arm rest across your body to take the weight off from your injured shoulder. You knew he hadn't tried to cause you pain by putting your arm in it. Thus you simply shook your head, mumbling a 'no worries'.

"You should take some painkillers", the older Winchester's suggestion caught your attention, making you look up to the place his voice had come from. By now, he'd come to stand more in your room than by the entrance of it. More specifically, leaning against the desk opposite your bed.

Despite having one of his brows taped together, along with a bruise decorating the other side of his face, the classic crease between Dean's eyebrows was there, telling you how little he liked the current situation.

Possibly it wasn't solely based upon your injury, or his minor ones, for the matter, but also the events you now seemed to be in that had caused it. You knew the older hunter well enough to know he dwelled on the connection between the first and second hunt and your injury, even though he would never verbally state it.

"I would if there existed any", your belated answer to his proposal appeared to shock him, as his eyebrows raised promptly afterwards.

"Have you munched through our stashes?"

"Stop making me sound like a rat Dean. And yes, I have, try having an impaled shoulder before judging me", you humphed, earning a chuckle from Sam as he finalised the attention towards your wound, while his brother simply shook his head.

"That can't be good for your liver or whatever", this time it was you who chuckled, although a restrained one that wouldn't stir your shoulder enough to be painful.

"Says the guy who borders on having an excessive drinking problem", the older Winchester merely shrugged at your jab.

"Then the warning comes from an expert", you couldn't stop a smile from spreading when seeing the one Dean gave you. "Do you want me to go grab some?"

"Yeah, think it would be nice for more of us than me", you said, addressing the last part to where his face had a bluish tint. However, the older Winchester only dismissively waved his hands while pushing off from the counter he'd leaned against.

"If you said you were fine with half your shoulder torn up, even though I doubt you were, I have no excuse", he said while starting to head to the door, though, before exiting the room, he directed his gaze at his brother.

"Take care of her", you rolled your eyes. Despite not even being a sister of his, Dean made it feel like you were more times than not. You didn't complain, per see, but you preferred having the doting happen to Sam rather than yourself.

"I can take care of myself, thank you very much", he raised his eyebrows as if to ask 'really', but when you only tilted your chin upwards, not breaking eye contact, Dean simply shook his head while chuckling.

"Suit yourself, but when I come back, I just may chuck everything on the highest shelf in the kitchen", he called over his shoulder as he walked out of your room.

"Sam can't even reach that high. How do you think I could?" You hollered after him.

"You were the one who said you could handle it!" He shouted back, even though he now was out of sight.

"You two", you turned to Sam, who had bowed his head. Still, you could hint at an amused smile pulling the corner of his lips.

"Oh hush, you love us, or well is at least glad for the entertainment", he rubbed his forehead before raising his head. The younger Winchester's eyes, which was crinkled in the corners, met yours.

"I would mainly argue for the latter", you slapped his shoulder with a short laugh, which only made him chuckle along with you.

Even though Sam and Dean's bickering with you could be jarring whenever you didn't want anything else than peace and quiet. In moments like these, it always did the job to cheer you up.

"Are you gonna be fine, or do you have any plans of ripping that off?" Sam asked when both of you quieted down.

"Even if I wish I did, it won't heal any quicker", you glanced down at your shoulder. The agonising throb that had been bothering you ever since regaining consciousness after the hunt was still there and would probably stay until Dean came back from the supply run.

"That's always reassuring to hear", the brunette smiled at you, standing up from your bed. "I thought I would try to help Cas finds some leads on the demon problem by calling some other hunters", your eyes widened, mouth slightly opening in a silent 'ah'.

"So you've already spoken to Crowley?" He nodded, which made you raise an eyebrow.

"Said he didn't know anything, but hell has apparently been quite rowdy since a while back. Hence, he has much to do, so possibly it slipped past him", you knew both you and Sam wondered the same thing, was it connected to Lucifer or not? The devil had been vague with what he was avoiding, after all. Yet, it wouldn't make sense. If the demons were after Lucifer, why would they target you?

"Do you need any help?"

"I'll manage, just rest", Sam reassured you. Although, instead of smiling back at him for his consideration, you rolled your eyes.

"I'm getting increasingly tired of hearing that", you stated.

"Hopefully, it doesn't go to your head".

"Already have and I've been stranded for less than a day", your reply made him chuckle and start heading towards the exit of your room like Dean had done a few minutes prior. Although, before he could make it out, you called out to him.

"Hey, Sam", he stopped as soon as your voice reached him, turning to look at you with a questioningly raised eyebrow. "Don't hesitate on calling me if either you need help or Cas finds something", he broke into a smile and nodded.

"You know it".

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You followed Sam's suggestion to rest, but it was a rest anticipating he would call for either help or tell you Cas had returned, at least something. But now, you had laid upon your bed, staring into the ceiling for what felt like hours but as well could be mere minutes, without even a sound from the younger Winchester. The only thing announcing it may have gone more than ten minutes of torturous hope to be set into some kind of work was your growling stomach.

You didn't remember eating anything, more than painkillers that were, since you and the boys had taken a quick lunch while waiting for the Officer to send you that message with information. That was a day ago.

Both during the evening of the hunt and the night following it writhing in pain, hunger had been the last thing you or your body thought about needing. Not even this morning had you felt the need to eat, the slight nauseousness you'd woken with quelling that to an impossible chore.

However, now, when neither rest nor pain, or any other task for the matter, occupied you, you felt how your stomach suddenly screamed for sustenance. And you were in no hurry to object it this time.

So, instead of waiting for Sam to ask for your help anymore, you made your way to the kitchen. You should probably have dropped the thought of the hunter returning to ask if you were able to help him with even the smallest act earlier. Seeing as he and Dean were very much alike in their stubbornness of keeping you 'safe', even if the trouble coming their way most times also ended up charging towards you.

Entering the canteen, you headed directly to the fridge. Hopefully, there could be some leftover food from yesterday. Even though you imagined the boys had had as rough of a night as you - with the amount of pacing around and changes of who watched over you, something you vaguely had picked up despite your state - and not been able to cook anything.

And when opening the fridge door, a practically empty scene met you. There was some water, a few beers, the only edible things war at tops the butter and jam. Guessing Dean didn't only go on a supply run to get you painkillers, even though he undoubtedly would if so was the case, but also something to stack the fridge with, you sighed and reached for the red container holding the sweet berry spread.

With the cold jar now in your grasp, you closed the door to the fridge with your hip. It was solely from muscle memory you'd done it, a muscle memory that seemed to be extremely bad at remembering your torn shoulder. Hence even though the impact had been small, the movement closing the fridge sent a wave of pain through your body, enough for you to wrench your eyes close and jaw to clench.

Perhaps it was good Sam had set the arm of your injured shoulder in the self-made brace. Thus, the stabiliser truly helped it not move as much as if it would've hung naturally by your side.

Now with the dull throb of a pain that settled, you walked over to the counter a few feet behind you and put the jam jar upon it. There was no way you would eat the jam straight as it was. Therefore, you searched through the shelves and whatnot to hopefully find some bread and peanut butter. A PB&J sandwich was perhaps not the gourmet meal your stomach craved, but until the older Winchester returned, that would do.

Only that creating such an easy meal in your state, you promptly grasped was much more complicated than you anticipated. Because, of course, whoever put the bread and the peanut butter back hadn't put them at a height you currently could reach.

You gazed at the ingredients on the top of the high shelf. To stretch so high you needed to grasp them, you would practically need to jut one arm as high as you could. You debated to do it, despite having to consciously choose to lift your injured shoulder too. However, in the end, you knew the agony that would wash over you was worse than your desperate hunger.

You muttered unintelligible swear words aimed at your shoulder as you defeatedly put the jam back into the fridge.

"You humans need to eat", you didn't jump out of your skin. As a hunter, you'd learned to not become that startled as it could lose precious seconds when a monster suddenly was in your face. However, you did spin around with a sharp intake of breath to find the owner of the voice.

Obviously, you found Lucifer standing at the entrance to the kitchen, observing you. Though, instead of shooting him a witty remark, a pained groan, followed by a huff, left you.

Your swift turn had made your arm move by its own accord in the brace, making you momentarily lean against the kitchen island you previously had imagined you would've made your sandwich upon. Now instead, your head tip forwards slightly, staring at the bare metal countertop and the distorted image of your pained features, regaining your bearings.

"And why do you care?" You finally questioned the archangel when you looked up at him again, the burning pain fading to the usual throb. He'd raised one of his brows, arms still crossed over his chest.

"Last time you didn't look after one of your basic human needs, I recall having an angel blade at my neck", while there was a slight deadpan expression on his face, something inclined Lucifer probably thought back to the event. Thus, his wings seemed to flex slightly before relaxing shortly afterwards. It was thanks to his position, so far from you, his wings' movement was more in the centre of your vision than the edge of it, as they usually were.

"I'm quite unable to do anything by my fucking self, so if you aren't here to offer to make me a sandwich, then go bother someone else", you switched to look down at the empty counter again. Debating whether or not to ask Sam if he maybe could help you out.

"Humans", there was a degrading sound to the word, which made your mouth opened to sharply reply to what Lucifer had said. Simultaneously, your eyes snapped up to watch him.

However, your voice disappeared and your eyes widened before even starting. Thus instead of Lucifer standing where you thought he would, by the entrance, in other words. He now stood directly before you.

Albeit his vessel's blue eyes stared down at you, the close proximity wasn't what fully caught you off guard this time. No, it was the fact that he took ahold of your upper arm on your uninjured side.

Even though the devil was forward and not afraid of entering someone's personal space when arguing with them, neither to lay a hand on said person, demonstrated by the time he'd flicked you into a wall. The archangel had never actually touched you, skin to skin.

And his skin was chilled.

You felt how the hair on your arms stood under his fingers while a shiver shot down your spine. The few, very few, times you incidentally had felt the sweep of his wings against you, they'd been just that, chilly. You'd thought it was because angels wings were inanimate compared to the vessel they were occupying, some sort of presentation of their grace. But no. It seemed Lucifer himself was running cold.

That was why you were even more confused.

Even though there was a prominent chill spreading across your body with the prickling of your skin. There also was some sort of heat. It reminded you of the warmth one was engulfed in when hugging someone, swiftly followed by the closeness one felt from that action enveloping you.

You stepped backwards. Away from the sensation or simply to escape Lucifer's hold, you didn't know. But the feeling of being aware of him in more than just the sense of him standing in front of you, like you many times had before but not like this, made you urgent to escape it.

Yet the archangel never made it easy for you, not even at the moment. Because he followed your attempt of retreating with a stride of his own.

You tried again, but he simply followed you once more and soon you realised, when you'd repeated the act several times, it wasn't you who attempted to shy away from him, but Lucifer who steered you.

There were the push and tugs that made you rather than blindly walk backwards, which you were sure would've made you crash into a wall sooner or later, round the kitchen counter. Yet, it didn't stop there. With continuously wide eyes staring up at the archangel, you proceeded to back further away from where you previously had stood.

That was until you felt something against your knees.

Perhaps you should be thankful Lucifer didn't let go of you when you stumbled backwards. Thus, if he had, you would definitely have toppled over the seats connected to the kitchen table. Which you hadn't thought would be where he would've led you. Still, it seemed like that was where the archangel had planned to go all along as he pushed you down on the first seat without further ado.

It hadn't been harsh, but enough to make the ‘ouf’ that left you be followed by your head dropping with the wince rocking your body from how your injured arm bumped the table. His grip eased off, but soon after you noticed his hand fell, there was the sound of something shifting around you.

You saw it couldn't be Lucifer moving either closer or further away, as his feet were still planted before you. But something was moving around you.

As you raised your head, gaze travelling upwards to meet his eyes, you instantly understood what made the air feel almost like a chilled morning atmosphere.

You wanted to look at it, but if there ever was a time you refrained from adverting your gaze from the archangel's, it was now. However, it was impossible to not notice how his opaline wings had curled around you in the edge of your vision.

There was a tension, not only in the air that still was laced with your confusion but also in Lucifer's face. It didn't help that you needed to crane your neck to watch his face from the height difference when you were sitting and the devil standing, but the tick in his jaw and near flare of his nostrils made his appearance even more imposing.

That was also when something flashed in his eyes, followed by him tipping his head down. For some reason, it didn't only feel like he was physically looking down at you, but metaphorically as well.

Though the act was far from the challenging tilt of his head, that usually would begin one of your heated mouth-offs. The echo of his sneered 'human' in your mind and the way it felt like he looked down at you now lit some kind of urge to stand up and challenge him back.

You didn't know why, as it would mean you would be pressed against his front regarding how little space there was between the two of you, merely less noticeable when you know sat. But maybe you could draw the angel blade to make Lucifer back up and give you some much-needed distance from him...

It hit you like a bolt out of the blue. You didn't have it.

Since you hadn't been the last one to probably use the blade, neither had you been the one to take it with you from the most recent hunt. Further seeing how there was no reason you would've needed it ever since returning to the bunker, nor had the angel blade you always had with you returned to you.

And it was thanks to that you now sat here, unable to pull out the sole source that was threatening enough for Lucifer to let you go from the situation he'd cornered you into.

The same instant this had dawned on you, that you had nothing that substantially could help you escape this, whatever this was, the devil raised his hand, the one on the same side as your wounded shoulder.

Instinctively you leaned away when he reached for you. Though you were stopped, with a huff from Lucifer and his other hand gripping the junction where neck met shoulder on your healthy side. You trashed against his grip, trying to push down the sickening pain to starting to rush through your body with your jerking movement. But, no matter what you did, you couldn't escape the archangels grip.

However, it didn't seem you would need to escape this time. Thus, instead of causing you further pain by torturing your wounded shoulder, as you thought he would've. Lucifer barely let his hand settle fully over the gauze protecting the stitched-together skin.

Either it was your skin that heated up enough, or it was his hands that had shifted from chilly to obscenely cold. Thus, even though he didn't press his hand to your shoulder like he'd when grasping your upper arm or where his other hand now rested near your neck, you felt the icy sensation bite your skin.

Suddenly though, it disappeared in the tracks of a different sensation.

Much like his cold, this feeling only settled over the top of your arm to a beginning before it swiftly spread further. It felt like a tickle, like a serene brush of something incredibly soft. Yet, it didn't only simmer on the top of your skin. It reached deeper into your very core. And it was when it struck that point, the innermost part of you, that those feelings erupted.

The ones that you'd felt the first time being in Lucifer's presence when you'd come back to the bunker and found him standing there opposite Sam, Dean and Cas. The ones that ever since then perpetually seemed to indicate how the archangel was feeling. The ones that washed over you like a tidal wave and made you feel everything at once but at the same time nothing. The ones you always thought is your hunter instinct but maybe...

Then, just like that, it was gone.

Your eyes flew open, even though you didn't even recall closing them, instantly meeting Lucifer's. His expression was indifferent, but all around you, the feathers in his wings ruffled, giving off a low gentle sound you couldn't compare to anything else.

You opened your mouth, but your body didn't want to supply you with a voice. Hence, only an exhale passed your lips, close sounding to a confused sigh.

"What? I've already said it's annoying when you humans whine", Lucifer stated it matter of factly, voice tinged with slight irritation. You continued to be stunned silent, only that your eyebrows now had pulled together in confusion. He had said the 'whining' was annoying, but...

You had no idea of what to make of this, but seemingly the archangel did.

He stepped away from you, putting a foot or more than initially between the two of you. His wings curled in slightly, almost touching you.

Once again, your eyes wanted to flicker to watch the movement you so obviously felt around you, but you were captured by Lucifer's gaze to do anything else than stare straight forward. Then, the appendages drew away from you with a rush and the next second, the archangel was gone in the sound of flapping wings.

The first thing you did was blink, almost as if a gust of wind had hit you in the face, only that it hadn't. It made you snap out of whatever daze it felt like you'd been in, straighten your position and habitually roll your shoulders. Then dread coursed through you. You'd forgotten about your injury.

You instinctively tensed, waiting for the protest your body would give you so you wouldn't forget next time. Only that it never came. You felt nothing at all, not even the dull and deep ache that always were there despite if you did a careless movement or not. Apparently, you'd been so focused on the sensation coursing through you that you hadn't noticed your shoulder felt fine, that it felt healed.

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Crowley X Reader

Part 2

Sam and Dean were put in charge of me by my mom as her dying wish, she made them swear to protect me with her dying breath. We met sam and Dean on a hunt that went south, my mom ended up getting stabbed by a wraith. But that was 6 years ago, and the boys came to think of me as a sister.... except the awkward kiss Sam and I shared. It was about a week after my mom died and we were drinking in the run down hotel room, we kissed for like a second then Sam immediately got up and left my room. We never have and never will speak of it again, I lived with them in the bunker but I wasn't allowed to hunt anymore. I stopped hunting after I was nearly killed by a shapeshifter, after that I was demoted to research girl.

I got out of the shower and threw on a tank top and my grey spandex shorts before sliding my feet into my slippers and heading down the hall. I ran my fingers through my wet (h/c) hair pulling it up into a messy but before opening the archive room doors. I was in the archive room looking for looking for a box when I heard a sigh, I got scared because I was supposed to be alone in the bunker. "Is someone there?" I asked my voice shaking "yes its casper" a sarcastic voice answered back from the other side of the shelves. "Who are you?" I felt around the shelf looking for a way to get to the other side. "Grab the shelf and pull." I did as the man said and opened up the wall revealing a man sitting cuffed to a chair in a demon circle.

I walked into the circle and sat across from the man, "so who are you?" I now realized why Sam and Dean never allowed me in here. "I'm Crowley the king of hell" he tried to sound intimidating but I just laughed, "you dont look like the king of anything" he looked at me annoyance in his eyes. "You're almost as vexing as moose and squirrel." His accent sent a shiver through my body, I leaned onto the desk resting my head on my hand and smiled. "Yeah I try but I'm a lot cuter than Sam and Dean" Crowley folded his hands on table and laughed "someone thinks highly of themselves."

He raised an eyebrow as he spoke a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

I stood up from my chair and walked to the back of his chair examining the chain the was attached to the metal collar around his neck. "They really don't want you to escape" I ran a finger over the metal before walking back to the desk. I looped my finger around the chain attached to the cuffs pulling them up to look at the carvings "wow you must've really pissrd them off" I giggle and sat on the desk leaning back on my arms. He leaned towards me with a smirk, I watched as his eyes skimmed over my body and stopped on my thigh. He hooked his finger under the edge of my shorts pulling them up to expose the rest of my anti possession tattoo. "They made you get one of those hideous tattoos too?" I smacked his hand away and pulled my shorts back down to where they were.

"Actually, I got this before I met the boys" I couldn't tell if I was irritated with him or turned on by him so I turned my head away glaring at the wall to avoid his stare. "I don't know why moose and squirrel have me here probably for information but they haven't really come back down here since they chained me up" I looked back over at Crowley who was looking down at his cuffed hands. My heart melted a little at how sad he look, "how about I come visit you every night" he looked up at me and smiled. He opened his mouth to say something but a slam came from upstairs, we both looked up then looked at each other.

"Y/N!" I heard Sam yelling from upstairs causing me to jump off the table, "I was never here". I pushed the chair back to where I found it and walked to the shelf, before pushing the shelf back I smiled at Crowley "I'll come back". I pushed the shelf back into place and ran to my bedroom closing the door behind me quietly. I threw myself on my bed and pretended I was asleep, I heard someone open my door amd walk kkup to my bed. "Wake up Y/N, we got fried chicken and beer" my pillow was ripped from beneath my head and smashed onto my face. "Oww fucker." I sat up and glared at Dean who was holding my pillow and laughing. I pushed him away from me and snatched my pillow from his hands, I tossed it onto my b7ed and left my room. Dean and I walked to the war room where Sam and Kevin were talking about the tablets, "what's up noobs". I grabbed a beer and a piece of chicken before sitting down, "What's new with the tablet?" Kevin looked up from the tablet with a look of annoyance "theres still a few parts I cant get". I looked over at the paper with the symbols... 'pshh as if I could even begin to translate' I thought to myself before leaning back in my chair.

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Dean was walking out the door on a quick hunt that Castiel had called about, I ran up the stairs hugging Dean around the waist. "But you just got back" I looked up at him and pouted, he hugged me back with one arm before rustling my hair "I'll be back its probably not even a case.... I'll be back before you know it". And with that he left, I glared at Kevin who mumbled something about being clingy. Sam left walking towards the archive room, him and Dean talked about asking crowley about the symbols. A few moments later Sam returned to the war room with an annoyed look on his face, "Grab the paper Kevin and let's go" Kevin stood up grabbing the page of unreadable symbols and walked after Sam. I stood up following Kevin but a palm hit me in the forehead, "no I don't want you involved in this stuff" Sam had his arm extended stopping me from following. I slapped his hand and huffed "I'm coming weather you like it or not im not a child" I walked passed Sam following Kevin who was stomping down the hall.

We all stood in the room with Crowley Sam stood bent over the desk glaring at crowley with his hand on either side of the sheet of paper. Kevin stood with his arms crossed in the corner and I stood leaning against entrance of the shelves arms crossed watching them. I smiled and gave Crowley a small wave, he smiled back and winked at be causing my cheeks to grow warm. I looked away knowing my face was turning pink, I heart flopped with each word he spoke as him and Sam negotiated. They made a deal where Crowley would translate the symbols in return for a phone call, so sam and Kevin left the room to go get some supplies.

I walked up to the table and looked at the paper "What do they mean" I picked up the paper holding it close to my face before setting it back down. "It's about a ritual Metatron did with Castiels grace" he watched me as I examined the symbols "mmmh lame..." I leaned onto the table and smiled at Crowley "on a different note.. why does Kegin hate you so much" he shrugged looking at the cuffs like as if he was more interested in them than me. "I made him think I killed his mom when in fact shes quite alive" a devious smile dance across his lips as he spoke, "that's pretty messed up." I frowned before standing up to look st the door Sam and Kevin had returned with the supplies they needed. "What's messed up" Sam asked as he walked up to the table, Crowley and I made eye contact for a moment before i turned to walk out of the room "Dont worry about it Sammy" I left the boys to finish their business.

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I had been going down to visit Crowley every night for about a week and a half, I stayed a little longer each night till one night I stayed till 6 am. I had fallen asleep while talking to Crowley,I was woken up by him tucking my hair behind him ear and kissing my temple. "You might want to head to your room darling. I'm hate for squirrel and moose to catch you in here alone." I stretched forward groggily groaning loudly. "I dont wanna" I sat there with my forehead against the cool metal of the table trying to bring myself to leave the room. I stood up and walked to his side of the table "I guess I'll go..." I bent down to give him a kiss on the cheek then I left the room and heading to my bedroom.

"I'll be back Kev" he responded with a middle finger and a fake smile "bring me back some soda" I gave him a thumbs up and headed to the garage. I hopped in my truck and drove to town, I walked around the liquor store for about an hour before I finally found the bottle I was looking for. On the way home I took the long way enjoying the drive, it had been the first time I've been out of the bunker in weeks.

I pulled into the garage parking in my usual spot before heading to my room. I hid the bottle of Johnny Walker in my desk and went out to see Kevin. I expect to see him sitting in the war room hovering over the tablet as usual, but this time there was something different. Kevin had dried blood on his shirt and he seemed tense. "Kev? Whys there blood on you" I approach him cautiously setting the soda in front of him. "I paid a visit to Crowley to get some answers" I tried to act nonchalant as I walked away but as soon as I was out of sight I took off running.

I burst through the door seeing Crowley beaten and bloody and a sledgehammer laying on the ground in front of him. I knelt down in front of him placing my hand on his cheek pulling his face to look at me. "I shouldn't have left Kevin alone" he gently touched my forearm "it's not yours fault. I'm the one who pissed his off, to be honest I've been a huge ass to that kid" I sighed at his words before gently grabbing his hand. "Its still not right" I heard the door open behind me but before I had a chance to stand up Sam and Dean walked in

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