#because yes depression is a bitch but i suppose also a bit of daddy issues

[kittycatcarla]

idk why im doing this

but this is me singing Trust Me Not (Villain and Hero Duet) by Backseat Vagabond

[secretlyafrogman]

In-Laws

Word Count: 1,521

Pairing: None

Characters: Crowley, Female Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of mental illness, mentions of religion

Summary: You hated your in-laws. More so than you could even put into words. So what happens when your roommate decides to intervene? Well, when your roommate is the King of Hell, anything is possible.

A/N: Okay, so I wrote this a few nights ago after my actual in-laws called my parents to try and call off our wedding hen it’s happening in two weeks. I wish I was joking. 

Please note that there are mentions of mental illness being downgraded like it’s nothing and Godly people bringing people down. I for one do not agree with this on any means, but once again, both things I’ve had to deal with in the two years that I’ve known my fiance. 

Anyway, this is a very personal fic for me and I was considering not posting it, but two of my friends that I read it to really enjoyed it and said I should. So here we go. It was written as an outlet to my emotions at the time.

By the way, I’m terrible with titles. Can’t you tell?

Hope you enjoy!

Living with Crowley wasn’t exactly your ideal living situation. Sure, he stayed away most of the time bothering the Winchesters and their angel friend or sealing deals here and there or at meetings with other demons doing “boring work” as he called it. And sure, the decor was nice and sophisticated if not a bit dreary and depressing at times. But living with a demon did have it’s downfalls: such as the smell of sulfur and ash filling the place or the screams from down in the basement that made it hard to sleep at night or the constant bitching and moaning about work or so many other countless things you couldn’t even begin to list off. And yet here you were all because you had promised the Winchesters that you would look after him and make sure that he wasn’t causing trouble... Like you could look after the King of Hell. Yeah... that was a realistic job choice right there. 

Truth be told, it kind of was. Because maybe you and Crowley were a bit closer than what the Winchesters initially thought. That’s not to say you wanted to be in any sort of relationship with him, oh no! But he was decent company at times and being tainted by human blood seemed to have made him sentimental. He needed a friend even if he said he didn’t want one, and for some reason he had seemed to lean on you, and while you weren’t close it was still a friendship nonetheless. Maybe it’s because out of the little band of boy wonders that the Winchesters were, you had always treated him with some sort of dignity and respect. And if he saw you and him as being friends, that was fine by you. 

But then something changed one night that made you two almost inseparable. 

It had all started when you had went out on what was supposed to be a nice family outing with your fiance and his family. They took you two to dinner, bought you two a glass of wine, made pleasant conversations that unbeknownst to you turned out to be nothing but a trap. Because just as soon as you had gotten comfortable with the evening, his father brought up the wedding. Oh, here we go again. This had been a constant issue with his parents from the very beginning because “They didn’t approve of your job,” or “Why are you working with so many other men?” or “Why are you living with an older gentleman? Is he your sugar daddy?” or “Why do you have anxiety? There is no such thing as mental illness.” 

Once again, issues that they have had since the beginning of your relationship were being brought up again and you were being attacked viciously. Your fiance had your back, trying to call them off but you couldn’t take anymore. Standing up, you threw the glass of wine in their faces and stormed out to the distressed calls of the one that you loved. You found your car, jumped in and ignored all of them as you drove off as fast as your car could take you just to get out of your situation. 

As soon as you arrived home, you stepped into the house and let out a scream of frustration. You didn’t think anyone would be home at the time, so why the hell not let off some steam? Walking into the living room and picking up an empty wine glass that was on the table from the previous night, you chunked it at the wall waiting to hear a shatter. But it never came. Instead you saw the irritated face of Crowley as he appeared and grabbed the glass mid air. 

“That’s a thousand dollar glass, love. Clear crystal. Let’s not just break it without good cause.”

You growled as you watched him put it back down on the table. 

“I’ll make a deal with you. You tell Uncle Crowley what’s got your panties bunched up and if I think it’s a valid reason, I’ll let you break that glass. But if I don’t, you have to do dishes for a week. And I know how much you hate doing those.”

Grumbling, you slouched down on the couch with a huff. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“That much is obvious.” Crowley replied as he walked over to you and sat down beside you, two glasses of scotch appearing in his hand as he handed you one. “Trouble in paradise?”

“That’s an understatement.” You scoffed as you took a drink of the scotch. 

“It’s not your in-laws again, is it?”

“It might be.”

“What on earth did they do this time, Y/N?”

“What haven’t they done?” You raised you free hand, rolling your eyes as you placed the scotch on the coffee table as to not spill it. “It’s always something because they’re people of God and see me as not being good enough for their son. I bet they would shit a brick if they knew I was roommates and friends with the bloody King of Hell.”

Crowley chuckled. “I can make that happen.”

“Don’t tempt me.” You shook you head and took another sip of the scotch before putting it back down. “But seriously, if it’s not one thing to them it’s a thousand other things. Whether it be my job or my living arrangement or my fucking anxiety and depression that they don’t seem to understand. But let me tell you something. I would really like to see them go through the shit I’ve seen... that I KNOW to be out there in the real world without needing something to help calm their nerves. I mean... look at you.”

He shrugged. “Point valid and taken.” 

Reaching a hand up, you rubbed your temples in frustration. “They call themselves people of God, but they are far from it being the judgmental assholes that they are. I think they need to know where they’re going to go if they don’t stop.”

That must have given Crowley an idea. Because before you could say another world, he had downed his scotch and stood from the couch. “Do you really want all your problems to go away? I can make that happen for you.”

“At the expense of my soul...”

“No, darling. Not this time. We’re friends, after all. Just give me twenty four hours and I promise you your in-laws will no longer be a problem.”

“Crowls, please don’t murder them.”

“Not on the agenda at all. See you soon.”

And with that he was gone. Rolling your eyes, you downed the rest of your scotch and went upstairs to get some rest. What the hell was he thinking...?

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The ringing of your cell phone is what woke you up the next morning. Groaning, you grabbed your phone and looked at it, seeing the number of your in-laws flash on the screen. Great. What did they want?

“Hello?”

“Y/N!” Your father in-law’s voice was shaking as if he had seen a ghost and his words felt forced. “We just want you to know how sorry we are for last night and that we see nothing wrong with you marrying our son. In fact, we would like to make it up to you by offering to pay for the entire wedding and you can do whatever you would like!”

You blinked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Seriously?”

“Of course. You are going to be our daughter, after all. Now run along and get started with your day. We know that you must be very busy and have to meet with the boys you work with soon. We love you.”

“Yeah... love you too.”

You hung up the phone in confusion as Crowley appeared in front of your bed, a smirk on his lips. 

“Well? Didn’t I tell you that everything would be alright?”

“What did you do, Crowley?”

You watched as he reached up and patted the space next to him. “Thought it might be nice if the in-laws met Juliet. I also might have told them that if they didn’t start treating you like a daughter that Juliet did quite enjoy using humans as squeaky toys and that I would have her on them faster than they could run.”

You rolled your eyes as Juliet jumped in bed with you and gave you a lick on the cheek. You reached up where you thought the hellhound’s ears were and gave her a scratch. “You really are unbelievable at times.”

“Is that any way to say thank you to your best friend?”

“You know we’re not besties, Crowley.”

You chuckled as he made a mock-hurt expression. “Did I not just help you out of your bad situation?”

“Yes, you did.”

“And did I even ask for your soul?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“And you’re telling me we’re not besties yet!?”

You laughed and shrugged your shoulders, giving Juliet a pet as you heard her sigh in content. “I guess I can reconsider.”

“You better.”

You rolled your eyes a second time. “Shut up!”

“I love you too.”