#all i want for christmas is drowley

[hekate1308]

Hushed, Dark, Familial A Drowley Advent Calendar December 25

Masterpost

Crowley had put up a token sort of protest, just like he had with the decorations.

“Demons don’t give Christmas parties, Squirrel”.

He’d just rolled his eyes and reminded him that demons also didn’t try and sacrifice themselves for those they pretended they didn’t care about so he didn’t have a leg to stand on. And while he hadn’t liked to hear it, he hadn’t been able to deny the point.

So here they were. As soon as they had arrived, Sam and Jess had thrown themselves into the preparations, well, Jess had, while Sam had needed a day or two to wrap his head around his brother actually dating a demon. He was still wary of Crowley, but had at elates admitted to Dean that it made  a little more sense now that he had seen the two of them together, whatever that meant.

That probably had as much to do with the neighbours (Dean was very much not thinking their neighbours, one didn’t move in with one another after a few weeks) being all for him and Crowley being together. He’d heard from more than one of them that they were glad he wasn’t “lonely” anymore, even though he hadn’t been lonely at all. But he supposed he might as well let them have their fun.

Somehow, though, that all had evolved into them throwing the big Christmas party this year. Alright, so it wasn’t really called a Christmas party, or anything, to be honest, because they did not want to offend anyone, and there were some creatures who would very easily get angry; but still… Point was, they had a party every year, and all of a  sudden, Dean and Crowley were the hosts, or perhaps, no, well, yes, they were they hosts because no one would have thought to ask Crowley without Dean, he was pretty sure of that.

He was busy putting the finishing touches on the Christmas tree.

“There you go, Dean.”

“Thanks, Jess” he told her picking up the ornament she gave him, then throwing his head back and laughing. “How did you –“ He stared at the little pentagram. “Excellent craftmanship.”

“A friend of mine makes them. I thought it’d be a good joke... I’m not offending anyone, am I?”

“Nah, I wouldn’t let my man touch it, but that’s about it.”

He got down the ladder still grinning at her and saw her bite her lip. “Jess?”

“Dean, I know Sam’s been very worried and everything, and I just want to make sure… this is not – well, I mean this – “

“Hey, Jess” he touched her shoulder “I get it. I mean, someone I care about tells me they’re shaking up with a demon? I’d be worried too. But… me and Crowley… we work. I know it’s not exactly normal or whatever, but we still work, and we’re happy, and that’s enough for me. I can’t say what the future will bring, but for now…”

She looked at him, then nodded, once, twice, before grinning. “Have to say, if you had to pick a demon, might as well be a hot one… But that’s the general rule. Wy do you think I picked Sam?”

“Couldn’t find a taller one?”

She playfully hit his arm, grinning at him. “Well, we all have to make do with what we can, don’t we?”

“Where are they, anyway?” Dean suddenly realized, turning around.

“Don’t worry, they’re drinking tea in the kitchen… well… Crowley’s telling Sam about due process or whatever passed for that in the fifteenth century, so we’re good.”

Dean shook his head. Ah, who cared. He’d take it.

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It was if he said so himself, a damn good party.

As he watched all kinds of creatures and humans mingle amid the magic and the mayhem and the mischief, he had to admit that he had a damn good life here, even if it was not the one he had pictured for himself as a kid.

“Your brother is not nearly as righteous as he likes to believe” Crowley informed him and he nudged him.

“I know, I know, give him some time. He’s young, he’ll learn.”

Crowley glanced at him then grinned. “I have to say this was not quite what I imagined would happen when I chose to settle down here.”

“Yeah, well, sorry to ruin your reputation and all that.”

“I think I’ll live” he drawled and Dean grinned at him.

“Well then, let’s go enjoy the party”.

And he dragged Crowley unto the dance floor

When someone asked Dean how he had ended up doing what he was doing, he would usually shrug and say that was just how the cards had fallen. Really, all in all, he’d gotten lucky.

And he had the feeling that he would spend a lot of time in the coming months, years, decades, proving exactly that over and over.

[bestiesandagents]

All I Want for Christmas is Drowley: Day 3 - Spiked Eggnog

So, this is set in an AU post season 12, where Crowley somehow got brought back to life and Jack brought Mary back.

A Winchester Family Christmas

This was shaping up to be the best Christmas Dean had had in... ever. Jack had helped them get their mom back just a couple weeks ago, and now she seemed determined that all five of them (she, Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Jack, that was) have a proper, family Christmas. And without the day being tainted by some impending doom, Dean found that he was able to enjoy the holiday more than ever before.

He sipped on the eggnog that Sam had made (which seemed to be more whiskey than eggnog, not that he was complaining), and watched with a fond smile as Sam and Mary taught Jack some Christmas traditions. Castiel was pretending to help, but Dean knew that he was learning just as much as his adopted son.

For all the joy of the day, though, something just felt... off. It was like something was missing. At first, Dean wondered if it was his dad, but it wasn’t like he and Sam had ever had a proper Christmas celebration with him, and he had made his peace with his death a long time ago. So, maybe it was just all the losses that he had suffered in general - that would make sense, even if that answer still didn’t feel quite right to him.

Maybe it was the surreal feeling of a family Christmas, or maybe it was the eggnog, but suddenly, Dean found himself with his phone in hand, dialing a familiar number.

“Squirrel,” Crowley greeted him, his voice a touch more subdued than usual - Dean probably wouldn’t have noticed it if he didn’t know Crowley so well. “Don’t tell me you’re working on Christmas.”

“No, I’m... we’re having a real, old-fashioned family Christmas.” He gave a disbelieving laugh at being able to say those words. “With a little bit of Winchester dysfunction thrown in on top, of course.”

He chuckled. “Then, why are you calling me? Bored of the festivities already?”

“No.” He breathed in a deep breath. Even though he hadn’t really known what he was doing as he dialed the demon’s number, the pieces had since clicked into place. “What do you do to celebrate Christmas?”

“I don’t,” Crowley said, his voice clearly confused. “I’m a demon, and it’s not like I have any fond memories of the day from when I was human.”

“Well, maybe it’s time you make some.”

There was a pause. “What are you saying?” he asked slowly.

“Come over.” Dean wasn’t sure why his heart was pounding so loudly as he said the words, but it was getting harder to hear himself over it. “We have more than enough food.”

“What’s the matter? Don’t have enough dysfunction, so you need to add a demon into the mix?” He was trying to joke, but it sounded strained.

“No, I just...” He sighed. Time to bite the bullet. “I want you here. You’re part of this family.”

The pause was longer this time, and when Crowley spoke again, his voice seemed rougher than usual. “I’m pretty sure your mother and brother disagree.”

“They’ll come to terms with it. Eventually.”

“I don’t know, squirrel...”

“Did I mention we have some really freakin’ strong eggnog?” he tried, determined not to give up.

He could almost hear Crowley’s smile break out across his face. “Whiskey or rum?”

“Whiskey, of course,” Dean scoffed in mock-offense.

He knew full well that the next pause was just Crowley’s attempt to draw out the suspense. “Well, I do have a gift I need to get to you somehow.”

The smile that had been spreading over his face faltered. “I didn’t get you anything...”

“Yes, you did,” he interrupted, his voice firm. “I’ll see you soon.”

[skybound2]

All I Want for Christmas is Drowley - Master Fic Post

I recently wrote 7 quick fics as presents for @hekate1308 (*waves*) for the week-long “All I Want for Christmas is Drowley” exchange (because this ship has got its claws in me good and deep, in case you didn’t know!) and now that Christmas has come and gone (*sniffle*) I’ve confessed that I am the writer, and am now starting the process of uploading them all to Ao3 (and FFN), after some minor editing of course. I’ll be adding the links to this post for each fic as they go live. (My hope is to have them all up before the new year. *fingers crossed*)  They are all up now folks! YAY!

Hope you all enjoy, and once again to @hekate1308 I had a BLAST writing these, and I am SO GLAD that you enjoyed them :-D

Day 1: “Roadside Attraction” on tumblr, Ao3, and FFN

Day 2: ”Lazy Mornings” on tumblr, Ao3, and FFN

Day 3: “Mushroom Kingdom” on tumblr, Ao3, and FFN

Day 4: “His Laugh” on tumblr, Ao3, and FFN

Day 5: “Storybook” on tumblr, Ao3, and FFN

Day 6: “Words Not Said” on tumblr, Ao3, and FFN

Day 7: “Factory Settings” on tumblr, Ao3, and FFN

[reblogging4thewin]

FIRST LINE OF YOUR LAST 20 STORIES!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line.

Thanks,@thisisapaige for the tag!

(these are all Destiel fics unless labled otherwise; I also skipped poems)

Sleepy Stares: Cas was staring at Dean, as he often had over the years, but this was different.

A Solid Foundation (original horror story): As she parked the jeep in front of the shell of what would be their new home, Lisa turned towards her partner.

I'm the One He's Walking to: “Do you want to go for a walk this evening?”  Cas had asked Dean that day over lunch.

The Theme is Dean: When Dean had said he wanted to throw a western-themed party, he thought Sam was going to tease him - that themed parties are for kids, and Dean's turning 43.

Did you mean it?: “Dean?”  Cas strode purposefully down the hallway of the bunker, heading towards Dean’s room.

Sir, this is a Wendy's: The lunch rush was ending, and the last customer had just walked out the door.

I won't ask for much this Christmas; I won't even wish for snow: Dean stood on the porch and looked up at the stars.

A Cozy Gift, a Warm Embrace: Like most mornings, Dean awoke to find that Cas had rolled over in their comforter, such that it wrapped under and around him, leaving Dean exposed on his side of the bed.

Marshmallows to Share: Jack popped another mini marshmallow into his mouth.

Go to Therapy: The past few months have been a whirlwind for Dean. (For reference, here are the next two lines that was a setup for: Finding out that his whole life was a lie - except for one very important angel, losing everything, and then finally winning their freedom left him reeling.  After 42 years of keeping everything locked inside and putting on his brave hero and big-brother face for the world, Dean was, for the first time, free to be himself.)

Maybe that Makes Me a Fool (Drowley): Freshly human again, and alone, Dean had some time to think.

This is How I Held You: “Trust me.” That had never worked out well for Dean before.

Relatively Blunt, Obviously Oblivious (CasMick and Destiel): Cas called Mick asking to talk about a case, and they met up at a bar.

Immortalized Grip: Much like the scar of Cas' handprint had faded from Dean's shoulder with time, healing, and multiple resurrections, the scar of Dean's hand on Cas' shoulder was also starting to fade.

Halo: Eileen’s breath was heavy in her chest.

Everyday Beauty: One day, Cas bought a Polaroid camera at a flea market.

How to Save a Life: Cas, an angel, deciding to become a hunter, was unexpected, to put it mildly.

In the Arms of an Angel: The colors and sounds of cheer surrounding them gave Cas a warm, fuzzy feeling.

Revelation: Cas slammed the door of the dungeon and used his blood to ward it from Billie, who was approaching fast.

Paint it Black (Drowley, Demon Dean): Crowley thought back to what he said to Dean when he first turned.

Bonus (since one of my 20 most-recent stories was not a fanfic):

21. Heaven Sent: “Are you sure you can do this?” Dean asks Jack.

I think all of these fall into 5 categories:

'Here's something unexpected breaking their routines' (like 1, 4, and 17)

Literally just state what the scene is (like 2, 6, 8, 11, 13, 14, 16, 19 - oh this must be my most common thing to do then)

Mention a circumstance and make you wonder why (like 10 & 15)

Start with a quote are jumping right into the action (like 3, 5, 12, and 21).

Start with just a simple action - which sets up going into that character's thoughts (like 7, 9, 18, and 20).

If I had to pick a favorite, it'd be This is How I Held You. Heaven Sent is a close second though. These both start with quotes actually...hmm...

No pressure tags: @you-cant-spell-subtext-without; @doctorprofessorsong; @fellshish; @emeraldcas

[buckyscrystalqueen]

The Ring and The Cure: Part 8

Pairings: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, threats, mention of past Drowley

Word Count: 1,199

A/N: Repost to spread it out the way it should be.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

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“Where we goin’ mommy?” Candice asked as you strapped her into her car seat and you smiled at her.

“We are going to the park for just a little bit and then we are going to go Christmas shopping for daddy.” She giggled as she kicked her feet in front of her.

“I thought Santa brought the presents?” She asked innocently and you laughed and nodded while you snapped the last snap.

“Santa brings presents to good little boys and girls not mommies and daddies so WE get to go pick out some things for daddy!” You bopped her on the nose the same way your mother-in-law always did and closed the car door. You felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket and a wave of nausea crashed over you. You knew what you were doing was so very wrong but to hurt Crowley again all these years later with revealing the truth just seemed too cruel no matter what he had done to you. You got in the car, quickly glanced at Sam’s ‘I’m here’ message and took a big gulp of water to wash down the taste of bile in your throat.

As you drove the few minute drive, every fiber of your being told you to turn around and not have this conversation with Sam. Doing so could only end up in disaster but you had a small amount of fear that if you didn’t meet him, he would go to Crowley and say something to him himself. You didn’t know Sam from Adam but you knew Crowley had known Sam a lot longer than he had known you and you feared the worse in that situation. 

As you pulled into the park, you could see Sam parked in the middle of the gravel parking lot, leaning against the hood of his car with an air of casual nervousness around him. You parked on his driver side door, fought desperately against the nervous nauseous feeling in your stomach and got out of the car to let Candice go off and play.

“We aren’t staying long Candi Cane.” You called out after as she tore across the playground toward the slides. With a heavy sigh you walked over and stood next to him so you could keep an eye on your baby girl. “So talk, Sam.” You said as the two of you watched her giggle as she climbed up the steps only to peel into fits of laughter as she slid down. When she hit the bottom, she always did a little bounce before she would dash around to the stairs giggling away to do it all over again.

“I want to be a part of this.” He said as he gestured toward the playground. “Even if it’s just once in a while.” 

“Sam. We had a deal. We both knew I was most likely going back to Crowley at some point and you knew that we were a one time, never gunna happen again thing. If you wanted to be a part of this then why didn’t you say something the day you found out? All four of us could have put this to bed then?”

“I was scared, (Y/N).” He said as he glanced over at you while you shook your head slowly, not taking your eyes off your daughter and he continued. “I’m a hunter, I live a dangerous life. I know I can’t raise a kid in that lifestyle. At that time what we did was fine for her but now that she’s older…” You whipped your head over to glare at him as anger raged through you.

“Now that she’s older what, Sam? You think you can just step in and say ‘Hey, real daddy wants to come play tea party since mommy did such a good job raising you and keeping you safe with your fake daddy?’ Who the hell do you think you are?”

“That’s… ugh… that’s not what I meant to say…” you nodded sarcastically and looked back at the playground to watch Candice play with the spinning blocks to make sure she wasn’t paying attention.

“Sam, we had an agreement. Point blank; simple, and at the end of the day that agreement has had me lying by omission to my husband for the past 5 years. You think it’s hard on you to not be in her life because you saw her once at a diner a few weeks ago? Try wondering how long it’s gunna take the King of Hell to realize that his little princess is most definitely not Dean’s and that his wife has been lying to him since the day they got back together. Do you know how many times I have wanted to tell him the truth but didn’t because I was terrified what he would do to me much less what he could do to my daughter? Do you know how hard it is to look into the eyes of the man you love and tell him that you love him when you have a life changing secret about his daughter that would break his heart if he found out? Sam, if I could tell him today with a guarantee that nothing would happen to me or Candice, I would, but…”

“I always wondered how long it would take you to crack.” The sound of Crowley’s voice behind you at that moment made your stomach turn and your knees buckled nearly sending you to the ground. You stumbled and spun around to look at him as tears instantly burst from your eyes.

“Baby…” Crowley stepped toward you and shook his head.

“I’ve known. I’ve always known.” A sobbed apology escaped your throat as he wrapped you in a hug. 

“How did you know?” Sam asked as he stood awkwardly in front of his car a little farther away from where he had been a few seconds before.

“Well like I told your brother, I am not stupid. She has those bloody puppy eyes of yours; royal pain in the ass, too. I knew within a few weeks of her birth and I left it alone.”

“Why?” You and Sam asked at the same time as you leaned back to look at your husband. He used his thumb to wipe away your tears and gave you a partial shrug.

“You had your reasons on why you found it necessary to make this choice. Neither of the brothers stepped up to take responsibility and I refused to lose you from my life. So I made the choice to let sleeping dogs lie, accepted that this was somehow your way of punishing me for how I treated you for years and moved on.” He whipped his head up suddenly and scowled.

“Candice! Absolutely not, get down!” He demanded and you turned around to see what your child was getting into just as she was slinking back over the thick plastic ring of the tunnel she was trying to climb on top of. “Swear that child will be the death of me.” He grumbled. You shook your head and laughed as you pulled out of his arms.

“You've been doing that shit for like 8 years and it still weirds me out every time.” You said.

“King of Hell has its perks.” He looked over at Sam, tilted his head and you could see he was slightly annoyed. “Moose, I have had five years and ample opportunities to murder you for this. Obviously I am not going to so will you quit being a nervous prat and join the conversation so I am not shouting across a playground.” Sam slinked over and leaned against the driver side door of his car as the two of you leaned against yours. The three of you stood silently before Crowley became really annoyed. 

“Ok well I have much better things to do than stand around all day so let’s get on with it. Now I had this discussion with Squirrel already so here is what I propose.” He pointed at Candice who was pushing herself on the swing and he looked back at Sam. “That is my daughter. Under no bloody circumstances are you to say otherwise because she does not need to be dragged into our dysfunctional family issues. 

Now, I know this little gathering today was because you wanted to see her and my wife was scared that I would find out because I always find out…” He said as he pulled out Candice’s hex bag out of his pocket and held it in front of you. You turned bright red in embarrassment as he gathered the bag in his hand and put it back in his pocket.  “That is why you two for some bloody reason felt the need to hide this from me. Now, as long as my wife agrees to it we will come up with an arrangement where ‘Uncle Moose and Uncle Squirrel’ can see their ‘niece’.” He punctuated the new titles to Sam pointedly and Sam slowly nodded and looked over at Candice who you could tell was starting to get bored with no one to play with. 

“Lastly, I will say the same thing to you that I said to Squirrel; Sam, look at me.” Crowley said his tone suddenly much harsher than it had been a moment before. Sam’s head whipped toward Crowley who pointed at him. “If you so much as THINK about trying to take my little girl from us and you will find your ass on a rack finding out exactly what Dean went through at Alistair's hands. You think your soul was mangled when you left Lucifer's cage; try to take our daughter and you will know what bloody mangled really looks like. Do we have an understanding?” Sam nodded rapidly and you could only begin to imagine the images that were flashing in his mind. 

Crowley looked at you pointedly and you knew to stay where you were. He looked back at Sam and gave him the “come here” gesture as he headed toward the playground. You and Sam exchanged a slightly worried glance before he darted after the King of Hell. With a small smile, you watched Crowley introduce Uncle Sam (“or Uncle Moose whichever you prefer, Candi Cane”) before he simply turned and walked back to you. Your eyebrows shot to your hairline as Candice grabbed her new friend's hand and dragged his 6’4” frame toward the slide. 

“You're being shockingly calm about this.” you said hesitantly and Crowley shrugged as he leaned against the car next to you; both of you watching Sam play with his daughter. 

“Honestly darling I look at it this way. When we first got together I treated you horrendously and you found it in yourself to forgive and forget. Yes, you had to leave for a year or so but you still forgave without question. Now, I do not like that you lied to me at all however, you had your reasons whatever they may be. And as you did for me, I will give you the same courtesy. 

Now that being said, you lie to me like this again and I will not be so generous. The same way you wouldn't be if I had the audacity to cheat on you. I shouldn't have to threaten you for that give and take, my love. We don't have the most conventional relationship kitten. We have both, pardon the pun, been to hell and back and we are still standing here in love. I consider that a positive thing at the end of the day.” 

“You’re doing a good thing here.” you said as you pointed to the playground to where Sam was pushing Candice on the swing. “Who knew you had a soft spot for the Winchesters?” He chuckled and put his arm around your waist.

“Tell a soul and I will give our daughter sugar before bed for a month.”

Part 9

[newstfionline]

The U.S. Air Force learned to code—and saved the Pentagon millions

By Mark Wallace, Fast Company, July 5, 2018

In October 2016, Eric Schmidt found himself in the Arab Gulf nation of Qatar. Then executive chairman of Alphabet, Inc., Google’s parent company, Schmidt was touring military installations in his role as chairman of the Defense Innovation Board (DIB), whose mandate was to provide the U.S. secretary of defense with “independent advice and recommendations on innovative means to address future challenges.”

At the Air Operations Center (AOC) at Qatar’s Al Udeid Air Base, Schmidt saw up close the way that today’s U.S. Air Force meets its enormous challenges: with magnets and colored plastic cards. The Air Force was then engaged in an offensive against the so-called Islamic State forces in Mosul, Iraq. But when Schmidt asked an AOC commander what his biggest concern was, he got a surprising answer. As Schmidt told me, “He said, ‘Well, frankly, it’s something different: I don’t want them to erase my whiteboard.’”

The AOC at Al Udeid is where AFCENT, the U.S. Air Forces Central Command, oversees air force operations for over 20 countries from Egypt to Kazakhstan. An enormous amount of data is pushed through the center every day, through a system of 43 software applications that help with everything from assessing targets to planning attacks, getting information to pilots, monitoring operations, analyzing damage done, and more.

Not all the functions of the AOC are carried out on a computer, however. The whiteboard, as Schmidt and other DIB members soon discovered, was where daily planning took place for AFCENT’s aerial refueling operations. “We got the missions for the day, figured out what targets needed to be hit, and how much fuel was needed, who needed the fuel, and when they needed it,” explains U.S. Colonel Mike Drowley, AFCENT chief of staff. “It was an eight- or nine-hour process [for three or more people] to try and figure all the ins and outs. It was like a Tetris game of blocks and pucks.”

That’s a literal description. “They would actually use physical distance on the whiteboard to determine whether they could meet their mission,” Schmidt said. To do so, a person called “the Gonker” entered data into an Excel spreadsheet known as “the Gonkulator,” while “the Planner” arranged magnetic pucks and plastic laminated cards on the whiteboard to indicate how long planes could stay in the air.

For Schmidt, the obvious question was whether the base had access to more modern software. “And the answer came back, ‘Yes, but it doesn’t work,’” he said.

“The comment around the group was, this just isn’t that hard a problem to solve,” said board member and Caltech professor Richard Murray, who was in Qatar with Schmidt and Medin. “It was sort of hard to comprehend why the original software couldn’t solve it. You could imagine it had been written a long time ago, it just couldn’t handle this number of tankers, whatever, fine. But can’t you just go fix this? And the answer was basically, no.”

“That can’t be the right answer,” Murray said.

But under federal regulations, it is. Standard DoD procedure requires systems like the AOC software to be competitively bid, and for the winning contractor to design, build, certify, and test the entire system before delivering it to users--and then to go through the entire process again each time any appreciable amount of code needed to be changed. That’s in part why the Air Operations Center software had been in use more or less unchanged since the 1990s.

But the board’s visit set off a singular chain of events, and less than six months later, tanker planning at the Qatar AOC was being done via state-of-the-art software that saved hours every day and millions of dollars every week. And much of the rest of the AOC software was also being overhauled--by a fast-moving cadre of Air Force engineers working hand-in-hand with Pivotal Software to step in where a $745 million contract with a big defense contractor had produced nothing over the previous five years.

The DIB had visited Qatar in October. By Christmas, Air Force coders and product managers back at the AOC talked to prospective users about what they needed. By April 2017 the tanker planning tool--named JIGSAW--was in use in Qatar. Four months from start to in production, in use in combat operations. The average DoD software project takes almost three years, according to a recent study.

JIGSAW cost a grand total of $2.2 million. The new software is not only saving time--planning now takes a matter of two to three hours, rather than all day--but is also more reliable: AFCENT now scrambles two to three fewer tankers each day--at a cost of about $250,000 each. That means the project paid for itself in under a week.

And the whiteboard on which airmen formerly did tanker planning? It’s being installed in a museum at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base outside Dayton, Ohio.

[ao3feed-crowley]

Factory Settings

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by skybound2

"I've been trying! How the bloody hell do you think I've been managing all this time? Running around with you lot? Ignoring my gut instincts to maim and torture first, ask forgiveness never? I've got a constant bloody mantra running through my noggin' of 'What Would Dean Winchester Bloody Do?!' just so I have half a bloody chance of not messing it all up! So excuse me, if every now and again I forget to focus on the idiot of the week and instead prioritize saving yours and my hides from a painful and gruesome death!"

Words: 1035, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of All I Want for Christmas is Drowley

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Crowley (Supernatural), Dean Winchester

Relationships: Crowley (Supernatural)/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: Romance, Post-Season 12, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Drama

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[ao3feedsastiel]

All I Want for Christmas is Drowley 2017

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by songofhell

All my works for my Drowley Christmas love week 2017.

Words: 2731, Chapters: 6/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Crowley (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Jack Kline, Mary Winchester

Relationships: Crowley (Supernatural)/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Sam Winchester, (in ch. 7)

Additional Tags: Christmas

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[shanemuhdej]

Mistletoe

(Sorry this is so late! I was busy with Christmas stuff.)

Crowley was frustrated.

For weeks now, he’d been obsessively hanging mistletoe, and nothing had come of it. Every time he saw Dean, he’d conjure up some mistletoe, but it seemed his boyfriend was purposely ignoring it. Not to mention, he’d seen Dean sparingly lately, what with taking care of business in Hell. So all in all, he hadn’t a proper kiss from Dean in weeks.

But now it was Christmas Eve, and Crowley was determined. Dean had invited him to the bunker for the evening, and Crowley would be damned if he kept it G rated. Well, he was damned anyway, but you get the idea.

So he stood outside the door to the bunker, waiting for someone to answer his knock. His breath smoked out and dissipated in the cold air, and a light snow was softly falling from the sky.

The door creaked open and Dean was upon the threshold. After greeting and a short smooch (that didn’t count, Crowley told himself), they retreated into the warmth of the bunker.

“Where’s the Moose?” Crowley asked conversationally as they walked through the halls of the bunker.

“Oh, he’s out with Cas, getting some stuff,” Dean told him. Then he suddenly stopped walking. “Well, what do you know.”

Crowley bumped into Dean’s back in the narrow hallway. “What?”

Dean took his hand and nodded upwards. Hanging directly above them was a piece of mistletoe.

“Guess we gotta kiss,” Dean drawled.

“You cheeky bastard,” Crowley mumbled, noticing that the door to Dean’s bedroom was about two steps away. “You avoided my mistletoe on purpose, to make me wait for tonight.”

“Maybe,” his boyfriend shrugged. “Are you going to kiss me or not?”

Crowley rolled his eyes and went in for the kiss.

Neither of them were very good at being subtle.

[gatoradeinthemorning]

Day 7: First Christmas Together

I am so sorry this was late!  Holiday stuff kept me busier than expected yesterday.

When Dean was three, Christmas was a magical wonderland.  There was snow.  There were presents.  Songs and good smells and bright lights all around him, and some of the best food he’d ever had.

When Dean was four, Christmas sucked.  That was when he really understood that this was his life now and there was no going back.

When Dean was seven, he tried.  He couldn’t do much to make things magical for Sammy, but he did everything he could think of.  It wasn’t nearly enough.

When Dean was twelve, Christmas was just a day.  Dad didn’t make it home, so Dean tried to lie to Sam, but Sam wasn’t having it.  Sam had Dad’s journal.  He knew everything now.  Sam gave him the protective charm Bobby had given him for Dad, and Dean loved it.  He was never going to take that thing off.

When Dean was twenty-eight, he was staring down his last Christmas.  Sam went along with things, letting Dean have his Christmas celebration.  It was crappy, just like all those early ones.  It was perfect, because it was with Sam.

When Dean was thirty-seven (ish?), he got Christmas crazy again.  He blamed it on the fact that he was alive and happy, Sam was alive and happy (even had a boyfriend), the world wasn’t ending and neither he nor Sam were under a death sentence or so pissed at the other they couldn’t be around each other.  That hadn’t happened for at least ten years.

Besides, he had a boyfriend this year too.

Christmas was seen as a horrible English holiday in Scotland in the 1600s.  Rowena had always celebrated the solstice, naturally, but Christmas was never a thing for Fergus MacLeod.  It was even less a thing for Crowley, the crossroads demon.  As the King of Hell, he’d noticed it, but never really cared.

That changed the year Dean asked him to come over for Christmas.  Getting an invitation to the Bunker was still rare, even though they’d been dating for several months.  Dean usually met him somewhere else, because Sam and Castiel were more comfortable that way.

The Bunker was decorated, there was a giant meal, and Sam and Cas were actually very welcoming.  Crowley had never believed much in miracles he didn’t create himself, but he considered that one.

Now Cas had taken Sam off for some sort of field trip and Dean and Crowley had the Bunker to themselves.  “Thanks for coming.  And for being so well-behaved.  I know you love torturing those two.”

“They behaved so I did.  Wouldn’t want to ruin Christmas, not if I want to be invited back next year.”

Dean snorted.  “You mean not if you wanted to get laid tonight.”

“Oh please, darling.  You could never hold a rage at me long enough to resist when I turn on the charm.  Getting people to give up something precious is what I used to do for a living.”

“Doesn’t work on me or you’d have had a lot more control of me when I was a Knight of Hell.”

Crowley shrugged.  “Depends what I’m offering in exchange.”

“If you don’t lose some of the smarm, you’re not getting laid tonight.”

“You’d never deny yourself your Christmas present.”

“Oh, I hate you.”  Dean grabbed Crowley’s wrist and dragged him off to the bedroom.

[hekate1308]

Hushed, Dark, Familial A Drowley Advent Calendar December 23

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Christmas.

Dean didn’t care that it was just for kids, the holidays had always been special to him and would continue to be so, no matter how old he got, and furthermore, it had been a long time since he’d had a significant other to celebrate with, so he would enjoy this, damn it, even if it was the last thing he did.

Granted, he had not exactly asked for permission, but –

“What is this?”

“Hello to you too, Peaches.”

Crowley looked around then, very distinctly and rather haughtily, announced, “Demons do not decorate for Christmas.”

“And you don’t” he said happily, finishing hanging up the wreath. “But I do. Been a tradition since I had a place to decorate.”

“I seem to recall that this is not your place.”

“Ah, home is where you sleep.”

“I don’t”.

“But I do, so I get to decorate.”

”I think the Christmas cheer has gone to your head. There is a distinct flaw in your logic, these days.”

Dean barely managed not to roll his eyes, especially because if Crowley had really been upset, he would let him know, and this was far from that. “Yes, yes anyway, we still have to get the tree – ”

“Absolutely not.”

Half an hour later they were off to the small Christmas tree farm the forest spirits that had decided to make a home in their neck of the woods after they had been chased out of their wood by some vengeful family members kept healthy and happy all the year round. It certainly didn’t hurt that thanks to them, they could just take a tree home, have Christmas, return it and still have a living tree at the end of it.

“Hey Massie.”

“Dean!” she turned to Crowley and smiled happily. “Heard all about – thanks for your help with the Krampus. So how are you?”

This was clearly not something Crowley was comfortable with, but there was little he could do about it.

“Oh, you know me I’m peachy. Crowley made sure of that.”

“Hm” she nodded happily at him again and his partner looked like he might have a stroke, which thankfully was not an option, him being a demon and all.

“So I assume you want a tree?”

“Yeah, you know, Sammy is coming over and everything…”

“The usual?”

“You know I don’t really have room for –“

“About six feet. I’d say”. He turned to Crowley, who looked surprised at himself when he realized what he had said, Dean felt scarcely any les confused. When he had told him they were going tree shopping, he had assumed they’d get two small ones at most, and now –

“But of course” she agreed happily, “Let me just show you – “

Dean could have said a lot of things but felt it was probably safer not to do so, and anyway, who would be looking at the trees f he started a discussion now?

 In the end, they settled on one surprisingly easy, certainly much more easily than some of the other couples Dean had seen over the years, not that he would ever mention that.

There was, of course still the question of Crowley’s present, which he had admittedly left a little late, but he had called in a favour from their bedroom this morning when Crowley had been making breakfast, so… And indeed he found a parcel when they brought the tree back. Through sheer luck, he could put it in his pocket before Crowley saw but then, he was busy muttering about the tree and how this was going to ruin his image, whatever that meant.

“So who wants to help me decorate the tree?”

“if you really think –“

But guess who did end up helping after all barely five minuets alter because apparently the branches were not allowed to bend down, no matter how heavy the decorations Dean had kept over the years were, and there was a right and proper way to do this, and oh my God how could you…

Well, it was all good fun, so he didn’t say anything except that he made sure he got to drag his partner into a corner for a proper snogging session, in Crowley’s language.

And then they were sitting under the tree and admiring their handywork.

“You know for a demon you’ve got pretty good taste, even if I do say so myself” he said, feeling rather satisfied about it all.”

“Of course you would say that.”

Dean raised an eyebrow. “If the shoe fits…”

Crowley glared at him, but it was somewhat hampered by the fact that he had a few needles stuck in his hair. Dean plucked one out, laughing. “Well look at you, Father Christmas”.

“Oh come here you – “

And then they were kissing again, and Dean’s heart was soaring, and it did feel like Christmas alright.

[bestiesandagents]

All I Want for Christmas is Drowley

Last year I hosted a Drowley Love Week to celebrate the Christmas season, and if I can get enough participation, I would love to do it again this year. It will be taking place the week leading up to Christmas (18-24), and it will be a time to spread as much drowley love as we possibly can (I don’t know about you, but after last season, I’m really in need of just that).

Here’s how it’ll work:

Message me by December 15 if you’re interested.

December 16 or 17, I’ll let you know who you will be sending drowley goodness to.

It might be a good idea to message them anonymously before things get underway to ask them what they like, if they have any triggers, etc.

Make sure you have your ask box and submissions open/anon turned on for the week of the 18-24.

To submit anonymously, you need to log out of tumblr and leave the “name” field blank on the submission form.

Each day you will be anonymously sending your partner something drowley. It can be whatever you want - headcanon, fanfic, fanart, edit, poetry, video, anything you can think of.

There are some daily Christmas-themed prompts below, but you don’t have to use them. You don’t even have to send Christmas-themed stuff.

Post everything you get tagged ‘all I want for christmas is drowley’ so that I can reblog it all.

At the end of the week, you can reveal who you are, if you want to.

Please share this with anyone you think might be interested! The more people participating, the better!

Prompts:

Monday the 18: Snow

Tuesday the 19: Keeping Warm by the Fire

Wednesday the 20: Spiked Eggnog

Thursday the 21: Naughty or Nice

Friday the 22: Christmas Shopping

Saturday the 23: Christmas Lights

Sunday the 24: Your favorite Christmas fanfic trope (i.e. fake boyfriend for the holidays, caught under the mistletoe, etc.)

[skybound2]

Hi there fellow Drowley lover. Have a few questions for you hun. 1. How old are you? It's very important. Don't want to send anything inappropriate, given your age. I would ask you off anon but I can't sadly. I have to remain anon, thems the rules. 2. Do you have any triggers or squeaks regarding these two handsome men? Any preferences? Demon Dean over Dean? Favorite episodes? Favorite quotes? A wishlist of sorts for these two like idea, plots, etc.

Hello there!! First up, I’m a bit of a fandom old, logging in at 38yo, so no worries there. As for triggers/squicks, if you can avoid ageplay or cannibalism we should be good. Given the holiday season, I’d probably prefer stuff that’s not TOO dark, I think? Good vibes and all! I’m good with both Demon!Dean and Human!Dean. I do have a bit of a preference for canon!verse vs all human AUs (though I am not opposed to the latter). I’m a big fan of pretty much all the episodes Crowley is in, though 8.23, 10.17, 12.7 and 12.15 are high on the list. No particular quotes, or wish list of sorts. (I really do enjoy stories from an outsiders POV if that helps?)  But really, anything with these two together would make me all sorts of happy :-D

[ocegion]

Day 7: First Christmas

“Hey!” Dean slapped Crowley’s hand away from the gift.

“What?” Crowley looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Breakfast first, gifts second.”

Crowley pouted as he followed Dean into the war room, where Sam, Castiel, and Mary were all already seated around the table. Dean’s face lit up as his gaze settled on his family, and Crowley couldn’t help but smile as well. Crowley knew that, while Dean had celebrated Christmas before, he had never had a real Christmas celebration like this. This was a first for both of them.

“Merry Christmas!” Dean greeted them.

Mary got up to pull her son into a hug. “Merry Christmas,” she replied, while Sam and Castiel echoed the sentiment from the table.

“And Merry Christmas, Crowley,” Mary added, turning to him.

“Merry Christmas,” Crowley said politely. He still wasn’t entirely sure how to act around his boyfriend’s mother, but at least she seemed to accept him, so it could be worse.

They all settled down to a breakfast of biscuits and gravy with lots of bacon, and it was delicious, but Crowley couldn’t quite relax. He and Dean had been dating for a few months now, but this was the first real family gathering he had been to… ever. Not just with Dean – he and Rowena had certainly never done anything like this before she abandoned him. This was all so unfamiliar to him, and he didn’t do well with unfamiliar.

He felt a hand encircle his, squeezing slightly, and he looked up to see Dean looking at him. “This is all new for me, too,” he leaned in to mutter in Crowley’s ear. “Thanks for being here for me.”

Crowley gave a small smile and nodded. Being there for Dean, that he could do.

As everyone else was cleaning up breakfast, Dean pulled him back into the library, where the Christmas tree stood.

“Shouldn’t we help?” Crowley asked.

Dean shook his head. “It’s our first Christmas together. I want to be able to exchange gifts just us. They’ll understand.”

Crowley smiled as he crouched down to grab his gift to Dean out from under the tree. “You go first,” he insisted, pushing it into his hands.

Dean chuckled. “No argument here.” He set it down on the nearest table and began to unwrap it. There were a few pieces of paper inside, on top of which were four back stage passes to an AC/DC concert in Vegas.

Dean’s eyes grew wide as saucers as he looked back to Crowley. “Are you serious?” he gasped.

“Of course,” Crowley answered with a wide smile as he stepped forward to place his hands on Dean’s hips. “I’ve already talked to your brother about it, and he agrees, you need a vacation. I was thinking you, me, him, and Castiel, but obviously, you get to make the final decision on who goes. The rest of the papers are the hotel confirmation – two bedrooms for two weeks at the Skylofts at MGM Grand.”

“Holy shit. I…” Dean was clearly at a loss for words, so instead he grabbed Crowley by the tie and pulled him into a kiss. “I love you,” he muttered as he pulled away a minute later.

Crowley blinked in surprise. Dean’s face was already turned red, mild panic over what he had just said evident. “Um…” He cleared his throat. “I love you too, Dean.”

Dean pulled him in for another kiss. Normally, Crowley would be more than happy to keep kissing Dean until the human needed to pull back for air, but his first ever Christmas present was sitting under the tree behind him, and he wanted it.

He pulled back just a few seconds into the kiss. “My turn?” he asked hopefully.

Dean chuckled as he walked over to grab the present that Crowley had been trying to get into earlier that morning. “You make me look bad, but here you go,” he said as he set it on the table.

“I generally do,” Crowley teased as he tore into it. Inside was a personalized decanter set, engraved with a ‘C’ and a crown, in addition to a pair of silk boxers that read ‘Property of Dean’ across the ass. He grinned as he held up the boxers. “I hope you have a pair with my name.”

Dean smirked. “I’m wearing them now.”

“Can’t wait to see.” He put the boxers back in the box. “I love it.” He pulled Dean down into another kiss, fully intending to draw this one out for longer. That was, until Sam was clearing his throat behind him to announce it was time for everyone else to open their presents.

Crowley was happy that Mary seemed to like the earrings and necklace set that he got her, and while Sam didn’t like the moose sweater that he got him, he did like the book. Castiel was a little more happy with his angel sweater than Sam had been with his, and with enough pestering, Dean and Mary got them both to pull theirs on.

Mary, Sam, and Castiel had all pulled in together to get Crowley his favorite scotch to go in his decanter. Honestly, Crowley hadn’t expected anything from them, and he found that he couldn’t keep the smile off his face as the festivities continued.

After all the presents were opened, they pulled out the eggnog, hot chocolate, Christmas cookies, and popcorn and watched Mary’s favorite Christmas movie, White Christmas. Crowley stretched out on the couch, pulling Dean up to lay between his legs, his head resting on his chest. He had never quite understood the appeal of Christmas before today, but now he decided that spending Christmas with the Winchesters was definitely something he could get used to.

Sam’s sweater:

Cas’s sweater:

I’ve had a lot of fun sending you stuff this week, and I hope you’ve enjoyed it! If you were curious about who I am, I’m bestiesandagents.

Well, OF COURSE I’ve enjoyed it! Every single one, honestly, I loved it beginning to end and I’m very grateful to you <3333333

About this one specifically, my poor lil Crowley so unsure so cute ;_; And Dean might have no much more experience than him but he made an effort to make him at ease. The presents were really adequate and the sweaters are borderline perfection XD I can imagine Sam and Cas’ faces when each saw them, and Crowley and Dean snockering to the side. And then Christmas movie squeeeeee!

Thank you for this week, really <3

[hekate1308]

Hushed, Dark, Familial A Drowley Advent Calendar December 22

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He woke up, once more at Crowley’s house rather than his flat – apartment, he reminded himself, apartment. God, the others were right, he really did spend a lot of time with his… demon. Starting to sound like him. He had to be careful or there would be a lot of ribbing. Not that he minded too much…

Crowley wasn’t in bed, but that was not a surprise – what was he supposed to do, stare at Dean Edward Cullen style every night? Dean would much rather he went out and had fun – nice, non-objectionable fun, of course, he didn’t share.

That was neither here nor there, though, so he got up.

Only to be surprised when he glanced out of the window and saw snow of all things.

He most certainly had not expected that. When had they even had a white Christmas the last time? Hell, had they even had one all the time that Dean had been living here?

Seemed to be the years of strange occurrences, or miracles whatever you wanted to call it.

“Morning” he said a she entered the kitchen, “I take it you’ve seen Winter Wonderland?”

“It’s hardly enough to even cover the ground. I don’t think Ella Fitzgerald would have sung about it.”

“Well give it time” he said lightly.

“I’ve never been the most patient of men.”

“I’ve noticed that, would you believe –“ he said, turning to see what they were having for breakfast because he really had worked up quite the appetite, and it was hardly a surprise.

It was while he was eating that Crowley abruptly said “They all had a drink with me.”

Dean looked up from his plate. Huh? “Well if you mean the others, yeah. Don’t worry, next time you don’t have to come. It’s just a form of tradition when it’s like – well, then we have to did a posse, so to speak. And I love me a posse.” He thought about it for one more second. “Remind me to get that on a t-shirt.”

“No, I –“ Crowley stopped then repeated. “They. All. Had. A. Drink. With. Me. Even when I showed my eyes they barely reacted.”

“Why would they? Most of them are creatures.”

“You would be surprised. I am not welcomed in most places like this one…”

“I wonder why” he said flatly. “But hey, we’re a pretty tolerant bunch. So as long as you don’t start making crossroads deals all of a sudden we should be fine.”

Another pause. Then, “You said we.”

“Yeah, so?”

“Are we?” and he did not sound like a demon at all.

“Beg your pardon?”

“Are we a we?”

Dean had had a conversation similar to this one a few times in his life, but if he’d had to guess he certainly would not have expected to share it with a demon of all people, especially since things had gone so smoothly so far…

And that was just it, he suddenly realized. Everything was going very very smoothly, so who was he to just suddenly ruin everything just because he was scared of a word? And he and Crowley were adults, If this went up in flames, they could always deal.

(Years later, in fact, a lifetime afterwards, when a lot of decisions had been made and they were still together, he would laugh about it because they had indeed dealt with this, although not in the way he would have supposed).

“Guess so. At least we ought to be, seeing as everyone seems to think so… would be awkward to have to explain it now, wouldn’t you –“

But Crowley dragged him into a kiss which Dean guessed was his way of letting him know that he agreed, so all was fine there.

Dean whistled all the way to Baby, and then up to his office. Yeah, fine, so he was in a good mood and everyone could see why, who cared. Everything was going pretty well, even if he said so himself.

Donna dropped by shortly after he had arrived at the office. “Hey, Dean.”

“Hello beautiful” he grinned.

“My, that boyfriend of yours really does you good, doesn’t he?”

“Can’t complain” he grinned some more.

“Alright, alright” she winked at him. “Good to know. Spare me the details, though. Anyway, I just wanted to make sure everyone is properly shielded, this time of year, so…”

She was right, of course, so he concentrated back on that.

At the end of the day, the somewhat level-headed part of him had decided to check in with how things were going, so he had almost decided to spend the evening at his place, a decision which was rendered mute by Crowley showing up to take him to dinner.

And really, it didn’t matter all that much, did it?

After all, he did have to eat, might as well do so with his man.

[hekate1308]

Hushed, Dark, Familial A Drowley Advent Calendar December 16

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Now, as everyone who had ever been near a quarter around this time of the year would tell you, things normally got busier and busier again until New Year’s, so it wasn’t as if Dean even had time for anything but work.

Theoretically. And yes, practically too, if he considered everything he got up to in those weeks.

And yet somehow, he still found time for Crowley, or they found time for each other, whatever you wanted to call it.

The point was, shortly before Christmas, he finally looked into the mirror one day and admitted to himself that he might have gotten a little bit more entangled than he had thought he would.

It wasn’t that anything big had changed. No. he still hung out with his friends, did his work, had his hobbies, all of that. But now eh also spent quiet a bit of time with Crowley, and not just at the demon’s place – when he went out to eat, he was sure to show up (it probably should have worried him a little more than it actually did). When he went home, now and then he would find Crowley hanging out in the hallway, patiently waiting for him to pull down the protections. And when he went for a drink... well...  his friends were at this point used to seeing Crowley, and they even liked him well enough, even if it had come as a shock to the demon.

And whenever they went out together, Dean followed him home, although, as mentioned, Crowley showed up often enough at his place, too.

If he had thought about it some further, he might have come to the conclusion that this rather felt like a relationship, and a rather functioning one at that, so he decidedly did not think about it because why make something that was nice and easy and good make complicated? He knew from experience that he didn’t have any luck with relationships so he wouldn’t force one where there didn’t need to be.

Not that that kept others from making certain assumptions.

“Hey Dean!” Garth called out to him one day as he’d yet again made his way into Benny’s diner for lunch, and he quickly sat down at his booth after giving him a hug.

His friend looked around as if he expected someone else to show up. “No hubby today?”

Dean was rather glad he hadn’t yet had time to order a drink. “What do you –“

“Oh come on, everyone knows what’s up there. And about time, too. It was all I could do to keep my sister-in-laws away from you.”

Dean imagined the terrible prospect of being hunted by a bunch of wolves and shook his head because it was as prejudiced as it was unfair, although Crowley would probably have found it funny. “There’s no hubby” he said firmly. “Definitely no hubby.”

“Alright then, Boyfriend? Partner? I have no idea – what do demons call their significant others, these days?”

The way Garth sometimes spoke it was easy enough to forget that he had been born human, once upon a time. Most of the time, Dean was rather sure he himself didn’t know anymore. But well, now that they were speaking of it – “Look man, me and Crowley, that’s nothing serious.”

He looked at him and gave him Garth’s version of Sam’s patented bitchface, which just looked… wrong. “Nothing serious? Donna said she saw you and him driving around in Baby, and you would never let a demon in there if it wasn’t serious.”

The worst part of that was that he was right. Dean did not have a history of letting his flings into his life that easily, as a matter of fact, he picked them carefully, normally people who were on their way through town, or someone he met while visiting Sam, not someone he would continue to see when this invariably ended.

And yet here he was and what now?

“Oh” Garth soddenly said, “You haven’t told him yet.”

Told him what? “Told who what?”

“It’s alright” he patted his hand. “Your secret is safe with me.”

Safe with garth? The guy had managed to be almost stoned the one time he’d set foot outside of the quarter because he didn’t feel like lying when asked why he’d reacted a silver necklace some woman was wearing. Dean had been called in to cart him home – what had been left of him after a mob had chased him around.

But it wouldn’t do to remind him, so he just nodded and escaped as soon as possible.

It was stupid, of course, to think so much of Garth and his suspicions. He and Crowley were just having a bit of fun. Nothing against having a bit of fun.

Now, if only Dean could have convinced himself of that.