#Cram

[woundlingus]

[targoats]

Fallout watch party time!

[samsrosary]

you only love me when we're all alone

[420technoblazeit]

dean 🤝 sam 🤝 cas

weird embarassing situationship with crowley that they dont want to talk about

[hellhoundlair]

happy monday [link 2 original]

[nonbinary-witch-sam]

happy pride sam is transgender and fucks nasty

[sirlancenotalot]

[jackexmachina]

Crowley + text posts

[honiegoo]

Yahoo— some old and new pikmin ocs 🌱💚

Moss belongs to @paper-lilypie

[mooseleyfics]

number 34

“I’m going for a drive, care to join?” 

There was a moment of confused silence which permeated the entire room. Had Sam looked at his brother, he would have seen the outraged shock in his eyes. 

Dean wasn’t his concern right now. 

“...You’re serious,” The king of Hell spoke up, eyebrow quirked in surprise. Something else lingered in the brown eyes, but Sam couldn’t decipher their meaning. 

“Damn it, Sam-”

“I’d love to, Moose. Squirrel sounds like a broken record right now,” Crowley cut in, interrupting Dean’s tirade and earning a furious squawk of indignation from said man. Sam snorted at his words, fondly shaking his head in an effort to hide his blossoming grin as he ignored Dean calling his name again. It wasn’t long before he was miles away from the bunker, Crowley oddly quiet beside him. 

It was the demon who eventually broke the silence, no longer masking the concern in his voice. It drips between them in the small space of the car. 

“Do you want to talk about it, darling?” If Sam was surprised by the endearment, he didn’t show it. However, a pale flush spread across his cheeks as he took a breath, trying to center his thoughts. “Because from the looks of it, you’re finally sticking up for yourself,” Sam snorts humourlessly, one hand clenching the steering wheel while the other rubs at his temple for a brief moment. 

“So much of the shit Dean and I faced over the years was our own fault,” Sam mumbles. “All because we didn’t communicate with each other or listen to each other. I’m trying to change that,” Sam takes another breath. “Dean is just so damn stubborn half the time,” 

“Yes,” Crowley agrees, but there is something else there. “He’s always been stubborn,” Sam can feel the demon’s eyes burning the side of his face and he swallows hard, waiting for something else. 

But instead of prying more, the demon said something else. 

“...I appreciate what you said, Sam,” The sincerity in Crowley’s words makes Sam swallow even harder, trying to dislodge the heavy lump that formed in his throat. “Thank you-” Something in Sam breaks at hearing the phrase. 

“Dean’s the one who needs to thank you,” Sam hisses softly, cutting the demon off. “After everything you’ve done for us, how can he act like you’ve done nothing?” There was righteous anger in Sam’s tone, a frown on his face. “Every time you help us, you put yourself in danger by gaining new enemies! Most of the time, you have nothing to gain when you help us. There’s nothing in it for you,”

Crowley doesn’t have a response to that, and even if he did, Sam was ranting again. 

“I trust you,” Sam says bluntly, but full of conviction regardless. “You proved yourself to us over the years, especially this past one. How Dean can’t acknowledge that, I’ll never understand,” His hands were gripping the wheel even tighter, his knuckles bone white. “If he can trust Cas, despite all of his past mistakes, he can give you the same courtesy,” 

Crowley hums, his dark gaze flickering to the side of Sam’s face as he speaks up, the words making the car crackle with tension. 

“If Squirrel can trust Feathers despite everything, he can give you the same courtesy,” The demon says, flipping the words back and watching the way Sam swallows hard, some of his tension draining away as he sags in defeat. 

Crowley wasn’t going to continue letting the cycle happen. 

“Pull over, darling,” 

Sam seems to hesitate, before he eventually finds a decent road to pull off at, looking at the demon in confusion. Crowley meets his gaze, and Sam nearly chokes as the gaze seems to bore into his very soul. 

“You were wrong about one thing, Moose.” Crowley drawls out, accent deeper than usual. “There is something in this for me.” A warm hand lands on Sam’s jaw, the thumb caressing the stubble slowly. “Your safety. I help you because I want to keep you safe, darling,” 

It’s like all the air has been sucked from Sam’s lungs as a deep flush spreads across his cheeks and all the way to his chest. His entire body warms up at the confession as he reaches forward, cautiously taking Crowley’s free hand in his own. 

Sam leans into the hand against his cheek, briefly closing his eyes as the moment begins to settle. 

“Come with me for a while,” Crowley suggests, closer than before. “Get away from your obnoxious brother and research without him breathing down your neck,” Sam shivers at the words, already falling into him. “Please, come with me,” 

The plea is what does it, and when Sam opens his eyes to see the earnest expression in the beautiful brown eyes, he smiles and gives in. 

“Okay,” He breathes, but not before pulling the demon into a chaste kiss, smiling against the warm lips. “Thank you,” Sam breathes, smiling even wider when Crowley zaps them away and kisses him again.

[skellavelva]

Sketch, lineart, and solid colors of my two little furred felines! Love em. (Dream and Nightmare ofc belong to Jokublog!)

Decided to draw them since I want to do something pretty funny with em later! Thinking about a Cram (as in Cat!Dream) fic. I was originally going to do Catmare, but Nightmare gets so much love already so I will go with Dream instead. The little guy needs some love too!

I'm wondering if I should start it when Cram wakes up from being a statue oooor if I should do it from the very beginning. I have an idea for both ways but I want to focus on only one to flesh it out. Let me know what you guys think!

[fandom-hoarder]

Look I know Crowley did a lot of evil shit. Truly. Even when he was relegated to comedic relief. But when he goes to Poughkeepsie Sam out of Gadreel's possession, and Sam is like did i kill kevin?! And crowley is like, no YOU didn't. HE did.

He's so real.

[samsrosary]

maybe sam hates crowley because it feels a little too real whenever crowley calls him samantha

[420technoblazeit]

i dont really ship cram but also sam's face when doctor hess tells him that crowley's dead in 12x22,,,, if he's your mortal enemy why are you reacting like that 🤨

[goshen-applecrumbledore]

DUCK RAGU. sam/crowley, E, season 8, 21k words.

Crowley sneered. "Since you boys are so desperate for a favour, please—name something I could possibly want badly enough to help you."

Sam watched as Crowley's eyes, which had been fixed on his, slid downwards, and—Sam didn't think about that often. It was just one more unpleasant thing about Crowley to add to the pile, and Sam didn't know what it said about him that he'd never thought to use it to his advantage. Maybe it said something good, to other people, but Sam mostly felt stupid.

He said, "Me. I'm something you want."

tags: sex for favors, orgasm delay/denial, mentions of gore, dubcon (it's transactional sex), mentions of/implied wincest, POV sam

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