#Mooseley

[sirlancenotalot]

team free will + crowley textposts (part 2)

[hellhoundlair]

happy monday [link 2 original]

[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.

[abyss55199794]

thinking about them and only them

[thepunkmuppet]

personally i see sam as straight on the whole but also…. why is samcrowley low-key extremely real 🤨🤨🤨 i am LIVING for their dynamic but ive never seen anyone talk about this as a ship before?? season 9 is giving me so much of them and i am NOT complaining

[cyberdelph]

by d018369982

[threshasketch]

Sam: You know, I only used this spell to get you out of the way for awhile, but I like you better tiny. Might keep you this way.

Crowley: Getting to ignore my responsibilities in Hell to be carried around like a trinket in your pockets and lounge in the palm of your monstrous hand isn't exactly SUFFERING, Moose. It's a vacation.

[strivia]

Honestly I still think we should have gotten to see Sam and Crowley be co-dependent blood addicts off each other. The vibes are just wild.

[mooseleyfics]

“I ship it.” “Oh, we’re actually together.”

“I ship it” “Oh we’re actually together”

“Thanks for coming to help,” Sam smiled at his friend, earning a playful pat on his shoulder as she grinned at him. 

“You kidding me? When you and Dean mentioned a demonic virus spreading online, I was hooked!” Charlie shook her head. “Although, I think we’re dealing with more than a demon if I’m being honest. Doesn’t add up,”

“Yeah. Dean and I found this,” Sam pulled out some more notes, passing them to his friend. “We’ve dealt with cursed objects before because of a ghost attachment, but what if something else placed a curse on an item, rather than attach to it?” 

“Hm,” Charlie hummed out loud, glancing at the obscure runes and etched symbols. “A witch…that makes more sense,” Charlie was pulling out her laptop, furiously typing away. “But what would a witch gain from working with a demon…” She was talking to herself as Sam moved beside her, pulling more notes out to help her. 

-

“So get this,” Sam’s brows were furrowed, finding the exact symbol Charlie was examining on her laptop. “This symbol was used by witches in the Dark Ages to extract demons that were possessing humans. It ended up extracting the soul of the human too,” Charlie makes a face at that, tapping her lips in thought. 

“What I’m hearing,” Charlie begins, staring at Sam with a look of pure confusion. “Is that this demonic curse virus thing is dangerous to demons too,” She said, scrunching her nose. “Why would a demon work with a curse like that, knowing it could hurt them or their kind? If it’s that powerful of a sigil…” She trailed off, shaking her head. “It makes me wonder if this curse has a specific target in mind. Why else would you risk other demons coming into contact with this curse? I mean, everyone uses the internet, right? I imagine that wouldn't exclude demons..." She blinked, watching the different expressions flicker across Sam's face.

Sam felt like an absolute idiot, his lips parting as his eyes widened in understanding. Charlie reeled back when the man lunged for his phone, his movement shaky as he brought the phone to his ear in a matter of seconds. She closed her laptop, watching the tall man in interest, especially when he slumped and gave a long sigh of relief. 

“Hey, Crowley,” Charlie’s eyes nearly bulged out her head at the name, looking at Sam like he had three heads. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” She watched as the corner of his lips turned up in a small, but fond smile. “I think you might be in danger though,” 

It’s quiet for a moment and Charlie watches in intrigue as a small flush spreads across his face. A huff escapes from him as he fondly rolls his eyes again, lips quirking even more. 

“Two words. Your mother,” Sam said nonchalantly. It was quiet again and Sam snorted softly. “Okay. See you then,” 

When Sam hung up, Charlie was looking at him with even wider eyes. 

“When you say Crowley do you mean…”

“The king of Hell,” Sam finished for her, earning another look of awe from the woman. 

“What a day,” She mumbled to herself. 

-

“Thanks for the warning, Moose,” Crowley was smirking at him and Charlie couldn’t help but notice the softness in the hazel eyes. “I have to admit, this plot was more creative than the last,” The cursed item was completely destroyed, no longer posing a threat to anyone.

“Let me know if you need help with her,” Sam mumbles back, flushing as the demon smirks at him. “Dean still has a grudge against her,” Crowley hums softly, his eyes briefly flicking down to look at something that Charlie can’t see. “And I do too,” There is a strange beat between them, and Charlie swears that the demon has glanced at her for a few seconds. It's brief, but she swears the demon had held Sam's hand for a split-second before he completely moved away from the hunter, a flippancy in his movements. 

“Looks like I have a mess to clean up in Hell. Remind me to reward you for all your hard work, darling,” Crowley sends Sam a playful wink before vanishing with a snap. 

“So that was Crowley,” Charlie speaks up, coming to stand beside Sam with her arms crossed, her expression one of concentration. Eyeing the flush on Sam’s face, Charlie can’t help but be reminded of Dean and a certain angel. 

“Yeah. He’s a great ally to have. He's like family,” 

“Uh-huh,” She said, grinning mischievously at him. “I ship it,” The flush that spread like wildfire on Sam’s cheeks was amusing, and she was about to laugh when the man cleared his throat, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Oh, we’re actually together.” Sam awkwardly confessed, earning a gasp from Charlie as she gripped his shoulder. 

“Oh my god, Sam!” She grinned widely at him. “At least one Winchester isn’t too afraid to be gay,” Sam choked on her words, listening with fondness as she ranted about Dean and Castiel on the drive back to the bunker.

[abyss55199794]

belt loops pulling trope (is that a trope??)

[abyss55199794]

ok u guys i might enter my cram era because THINK: soulless sam/human blood addict crowley. DEAR GOD. DRAWING IT RN.

[transfemgorgug]

okay i might just be high but i will never stop thinking abt how crowley took one look at salmondean and said oh i know who these bitches remind me of. rocky and bullwinkle

[magpieclaws]

Wow, throwback to when Sam tried to seduce Crowley but it just didn't work. At least he acknowledged the attempt though!

[imnova]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Crowley (Supernatural)/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Anna Milton/Dean Winchester, Ruby/Sam Winchester, (these are just mentioned as failures) Characters: Crowley (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Juliet the Hellhound (Supernatural) Additional Tags: POV Crowley (Supernatural), Double Date, Basically monologue though, because I'm exhausted Series: Part 3 of SPNWeek 2022 Summary:

Crowley will agree to a lot to keep his moose happy.

For Day 3. Sorry for sharing it one day late, @aborddelimpala, yesterday I was exhausted. Almost passed out as soon as I hit publish.

Right now writing day 4...

[sam-nemesism]

I’m a Saint and I’m a Sinner. - Fallen Angel!Sam Winchester / Mooseley

After the possession of John Winchester, his sons are born... different. Angelic. Nephilim. They were Michael's sons. 

My Soul, So Cynical. - Boy King of Hell!Sam Winchester / Samifer, Mild Mooseley

An incident with a group of rowdy demons leaves Sam hooked on his old poison, his once-forgotten destiny crawling back. 

Saturn - Lucifer!Sam Winchester / Samifer, Mild Samnickifer

Kevin's blood would forever stain Sam's hands, no matter how hard he scrubbed at them. So he did what he thought would be best, letting someone else take the reins for a while, just to help him escape the reality of what happened.

[unintentionaloracle]

I have not watched the last season of Supernatural but I like to semi-jokingly headcanon that Sam's Blurry Wife was a somehow-resurrected Crowley (he eventually regained his original body off screen after shenanigans that weren't important to Sam's journey) because Supernatural officially has no gods or masters and The CW can't stop me.