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[winchesterszvonecek]

Dark Horse // Crowley

// A Supernatural Fanfic Rated 16+

Summary: Crowley knew better than to seek Nova out. She was powerful, mysterious and capable of just about anything. But when it came to hunting down Lucifer, he was clean out of options, therefore he had no choice but to ask for her help.

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Status: ongoing

Chapters: 4/?

[madhatter0309]

It was my fist damn thought. BILLIE IS FEEDING US FEM CROWLEY AND IM NOT OK

Why does my brain immediately go to femme!Crowley

(it is official that I need this look in S3)

[gomensbrainrotsyndrome]

"be nice to me" by the front bottoms?

‘But you're a killer and I'm your best friend / Think it's unfair, your situation / You say I'm changing / Sorry I didn't know I had to stay the same’ mri scans inconclusive for brainrot but further testing has shown widespread crowleyfication in your entire body sorry

[dark-as-love]

To Hell and Back

Word count: 545

Warnings: None

Based off of:

“Guys!” you shouted as you ran down the hallway from your bedroom to the library in the bunker.

“Guys I think I found something!” You shouted again almost slipping on the floor with your fluffy socks. You were dressed in some black shorts, and a black tank top, with knee high fluffy socks. Your hair was in the messiest bun in creation and you didn’t give a hoot about it. You were too busy re-reading the paragraph to make sure you had read it right to realise that there was an extra voice in the bunker.

Just as you turned to corner, still running you bumped into someone, the last thing you heard was your name being shouted from all three of the guys. You felt weightless for a moment before you were sent sprawling face down on the floor. The book had slid off into one of the dark corners of the room when you fell. You let out a cross between a moan and a groan as you shifted your weight onto your knees.

“What the hell happened?” You grumbled looking around the room.

“I have to say, love, next time you should really slow down.” You heard the unmistakable British accented voice come from behind you.

You swiveled around to see Crowley smirking as he looked down at your kneeling form.

“Where am I?” You asked. You and the demon were not as hostile towards each other as Sam, Dean, and Cas were with him.

“Oh, you’re in hell, darling.” He said nonchalantly. You eyes practically bugged out of your head as you started choking as you swallowed wrong. Crowley looked at you oddly before making a glass of whiskey appear in his hand.

When you were finally able to catch your breath you stood and looked around.

“You have to take me back!” You shouted at him. He simply looked at you before pointing

“That’s what you get.”

“Oh come one, please?” You asked walking behind him as he strolled around the room.

“Don’t make me beg.” You mumbled, but of course he heard it.

“Oh but that image touches me right where my bathing suit goes.” he joked… sort of. You scoffed however when you saw that he was sort of serious. “Fine! If it gets me back….” you cleared your throat and got down on your knees. This action definitely got the King of Hell’s attention.

“Oh King of Hell! I wish for you to send me back to Moose and Squirrel!” Your voice was so cheesy that he immediately rolled his eyes and waved his hand. When you opened your eyes again you were kneeling right in the middle of the library. All three men were staring at you as if you had just grown three heads.

“What the hell happened?” Dean was the first to speak. You stood and straightened your shirt.

“Nothing.” Was all you said before walking off to your room again.

When you opened the door you were surprised to see your book sitting on your bed with a note on it. You picked up the note and read it.

“You left this behind, love. You should also work on your begging skills, then again, I could help you with that.”

-King of Hell

[winchesterszvonecek]

i don’t mean to beg but i’m working hard on this fic and it’s not gathering any sort of traction… maybe check it out? 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

[astronomical-bagel]

Crowleyfication

I need for Ranboo to get sunglasses like these so I can stop getting nervous whener he turns his head a little and you can see a bit of his eye

[fictionalabyss]

The video.

Pairing: Deanxsister!reader, Sam, Crowley

Word count: 321

Warnings: A swear or two, angry dean.

“Y/N!!!” You heard your eldest brother, Dean, yell. You froze, trying to figure out what he could be calling you for as you made your way down the hall. The closer you got, the more you could hear. You could hear Sam trying to calm Dean down, but could tell Sam was almost as pissed. What is going on.. “Y/N!! YOU GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME GOD!!!” You froze in your tracks. You were shaking with fear. Dean had never sounded that mad before. Ever.

You thought back as you slowly made your way to them. What could it be.. I haven’t touched the car.. so that’s not it, this time.. I haven’t joined forces with Gabe on a prank lately either… so that can’t be it.

As you entered the room, you saw what it was. On Sam’s laptop, a video was playing. You, and Crowley. In the kings very own chambers of hell. How did they get it!? Crowley, you son of a bitch!

“Mind explaining this?” Dean snapped, his arms crossed.

You chewed on your lip slightly, feeling a lot more than just a couple years younger than Sam. “Can you just… stop playing that.” You moved to shut the laptop. Neither of them were actually watching it, thank God, and it was muted, but it was strange. Looking between your brothers, you sighed. “What’s there to explain?” If he was that angry, it really didn’t matter what you said to him.

“How about why you’re sleeping with Crowley?” Sam butted in.

Feeling something brush your arm, you looked to your side and were surprised to see Crowley. “I see that I have a traitor in my ranks. But, she’s sleeping with me, because isn’t that what ‘friends with benefits’, as humans call it, do?” You had to facepalm at that, not wanting to see Dean’s face. Crowley’s voice was slightly amused.

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[fictionalabyss]

Princess, actually.

Pairing : Crowley x daughter!reader. Words : 288 Summary : Idea from @reigningqueenofwords -  you keep seeing Crowley, but can’t figure out why. And then you find out it’s because he’s your father and wants you safe?

He was watching you, again.

It was the third time this week he had come in ordered a coffee and just watched you. You saw him on your way home from school over the past 2 weeks, and run into him while out with you friends when you didn’t have work. You were 16 years old, so for this much older guy to be so interested in you, it freaked you out.

You told your boss you weren’t feeling well and asked to go home early, saying you’d take an extra shift on the weekend if he wanted. He said it was fine and let you go.

When you got outside, you glanced in the window, and saw him paying for his coffee. A shiver went down your spine as you started walking, fast. When you got across the street you saw him coming out the front door to the diner, watching where you went.

You ran around a corner and ducked into an alley, hiding in a small crevice in the wall. When the man was walking past, he stopped, looking into the alley, his eyebrows furrowed as he started to walk in. When he got just past you, you grabbed him and shoved him into the wall.

“Why have you been following me, creep?” You screamed at him.

He just smiled. “And here I was worried about needing to keep you safe. You have your mothers spirits, darling. I always did love that about her.”

You looked confused as you let go of his suit. “Who in the hell are you?”

“The King, darling, but that’s neither here nor there at the moment.” he dusted off his jacket. “I’m your father love, and we need to talk.”

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[fictionalabyss]

Lace gloves.

Pairing : Crowley x reader.

Words: 874

A/N : I have a touch of writers block so I wrote this. I would love to dance with this devil.

You were dancing around the ballroom in a black, floor length gown that had a very low neckline. Your hair was mostly up, just a few strands hung down, curled and brushing your shoulders. You feet were a bit sore from the heels. You couldn’t understand how these women did it. But you were sort of enjoying the black lace gloves that had a slight frill at the wrist. They made you feel dainty and ladylike, something you’ve never been as a hunter.

“You’re doing it again darling.” You looked up at your dance partner, and smiled apologetically. “I didn’t ask you here so you could work. Moose and Squirrel can handle themselves.”

“Wine, Madame?” You smiled as Dean appeared next to you in his waiter outfit.  You thanked him and took a glass. “Sir?” he growled.

Crowley took a glass “Find what you were looking for yet, Squirrel?” He just got a glare in response as Dean continued to make his rounds. From the corner of  your eye, you could see Sam trying to go as unnoticed as possible through a side door.

The boys were looking for a particular artifact. You had no idea what it was, or what it was for. You didn’t even really need to be here, except that Crowley had demanded it. And since they needed him to get in, well, they were in no position to argue.

Crowley took your empty wine glass and placed it on another waiters  tray as he walked past. “Is anyone going to tell me what they are looking for? I’m sure I could help."

"That’s need to know love.” He said as a hand went to your waist to dance again. “And the only thing you need to know, is how stunning you are tonight.”

You blushed “You sort of did just snap your fingers and make this all happen remember.” You took his hand as you both started to Waltz.  You had been very surprised at how graceful he was on his feet when he was teaching you to dance all week. He just didn’t seem like a dancer, but it seemed the King of Hell was full of surprises.

“Darling, I just made clothing appear. The fact that you are the most beautiful person in the room, has nothing to do with me.”

“Stop it.” You blushed again. When you looked up at him, he wore a smile. It looked almost odd on his face, mainly because it wasn’t something you saw often. He was usually angry, or scowling. But tonight, every time he looked at you, a smile reached his eyes.

“I’m serious darling.” he whispered in your ear. “The things I would do to you if those knuckleheads would just leave us alone for a minute.”

As the words left his mouth, Sam appeared “Hors d'oeuvre?”

“See what I bloody well mean.” he growled at Sam, waving him away.

As Sam walked past Crowley he softly informed him they believe the artifact was upstairs somewhere. “Deans trying to figure out a way up there.”

“I don’t need a bloody play by play, just don’t get caught!” Crowley growled. There’s that scowl again, you thought. You were positive if there weren’t people close by, he’d be yelling.

Once Sam was out of sight, Crowley seemed to relax again. That is until he spotted Dean skulking around. “Morons.”

Trying to distract him before his scowl became a permanent fixture of the night, you kissed him lightly on the chin as he glared at Dean. The look of surprise on his face made you giggle. He pulled you in close and kissed you hard, your Waltz long forgotten. He smiled when you were left breathless. Yep, full of surprises. “Let’s get some air love.” He had an arm around your waist as he lead you off the dance floor and out to the gardens.

He led you towards a beautiful rose covered gazebo that was near a small pond. When he sat on the stone bench, he pulled you onto his lap. “I hope you are enjoying yourself darling. I know balls aren’t really your thing..” He looked almost afraid that you weren’t enjoying his company.

"I’m having a beautiful time Crowley. Thank you for inviting me, and teaching me to dance.“

His face lit up and he kissed you softly. "My pleasure.”

As you smiled down at him, you heard a loud crash and some screaming. When you both looked towards the house, you could see Sam and Dean running like crazy across the yard, half the men from the party chasing them. “FOUND IT!” Dean yelled as he ran past.

“Bloody morons! Can’t these apes do anything right? Looks like our night is over.” His eyes were flashing red. He was livid.

As he raised his hand to snap you two out of there, you put your hand on his cheek to make him look at you. “Is there a ballroom somewhere in hell?” you asked him softly. His brows furrowed in confusion. “I mean, it’s going to take them a while to get back to the bunker.. right? So we don’t need to hurry back.”

His lips curved into a smile as he snapped his fingers.

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[fictionalabyss]

Crossroad love.

Pairing : Crowley x reader.

Words : 835

Summary : you make a crossroads deal for Crowley’s love.

You had seen this guy around a time or two. Usually by  the crossroad near the bar where you worked. He was gorgeous for an older man, something you didn’t think you were into. You had no idea who he was, which was odd for a small town. You never saw him in town, and most people you asked had no idea who you were talking about. You’d think they would remember a guy with that accent.

One night you went out to toss out a bag of garbage out back, and you spotted him in the road. It’d had been about 4 months since you last spotted him. He turned to look at you, and you blushed, and went back to putting the garbage in the bin. You didn’t want him to think you were spying on him or anything. But when you turned back from the bin, he was gone. Like he had vanished into thin air. You looked all around but saw no one.

About an hour later, a guy came in and ordered a drink. You were pretty sure it was the guy who was talking to the mysterious stranger, so you tried to get some info out of him. At first he kept denying, but after a few well placed drinks on the house, he started to open up a bit, but it wasn’t really making sense. You wrote down what you could understand and gave him another drink as a thanks. He tried to warn you about something, but you couldn’t hear him. You had to summon someone? Like.. magic? This guy must have been hammered before he even came in. You crumpled up the paper and stuffed it in your pocket.

The next day was your day off, and you stared at the crumpled paper on your table. Something nagged at you to give it a try. Damn it, you thought, I must be desperate. That night, you went to the crossroads where you always saw him, and you did what the guy told you to do. When you heard a woman’s voice behind you, “What can I do for a lovely thing like you.” you turned, disappointed. “Aww, why so glum?” she cooed at you as she moved closer. “I thought you’d be happy to see me since you summoned me here.” She was lovely, you would give her that, but she was not who you wanted to see.

“I uhm..” “Speak up sweetie, and get on with it. I really don’t like having my time wasted. People to see, deals to make you know.” “Uhm.. I .. I want someone to love me.” You said shyly, blushing. You felt kind of stupid doing this. She chuckled. “Ah love. I can deal in love, darling. I do it daily. Money, Love or Power. Its almost always one of the three. And while I’m not complaining here, how does a girl like you need help finding love?” You looked down at your feet. “Ah, someone specific who doesn’t even know you exist.” You nodded. “Alright, love, I can give you the man of your dreams.” she said getting closer to you, a hand stroking your arm. “Just tell me who it is and you’ll have the best 10 years of your life with them.” “Just ten?” you asked. “Ten is a long time, hun, especially when you work in such a seedy bar and can die any day. Now tell me, who is the lucky person?” “Well uh.. I don’t know his name.. actually. I’ve just seen him.” She raised an eyebrow at you. “Maybe you know him?” you continued “I usually see him here, he was here last night.” “I need a bit more to go on then that, sweetheart.” She said softly. “Uhm.. older.. has an accent.. maybe Scottish, or British or something like that?” She burst out laughing so suddenly it made you jump. “You seriously called me here to make a deal for my boss’s love?! Oh man this is hilarious.” You chewed your lip as she continued to roar with laughter. When she was done, she wiped a tear from her eye. “This is going to be great. Wait until I tell the other demons about this!” Then she grabbed you by the neck, and kissed you hard. When you opened your eyes she was gone.

Confused about what had just happened, you signed and went home. You were frustrated, and decided to just call it a night early. You ditched your pants and bra before crawling into bed and falling asleep.

Suddenly you woke. You checked the time. 2am. You groaned and rolled over. It felt like someone was watching you so you looked down to the foot of your bed. When you saw red eyes peering at you through the darkness you jumped.

“Hello, darling.” He said as he came out of the shadows. “I suggest the next time you want my attention, you go about getting it a different way.”

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[fictionalabyss]

I found my queen.

Pairing : Crowley x Reader, Demon Dean. Word Count : 1,919

A/N: This started out as an idea based on this song, but it got away from me :D. I’m working on a part 2.

Part 1 of Hell’s Queen.

Walking out of work, you sighed. The forecast had said nothing about rain tonight. You turned and headed back in. “Carl?” The night guard looked up from his screens. “Any unclaimed umbrellas in the lost and found by chance?” He looked confused. “It’s pouring.”

“Seriously?” He stood and looked outside. “It wasn’t suppose to rain today…” You shrugged. “I’ll go check. Keep an eye on these for a sec?” You nodded and he headed through the door behind his desk as you leaned over the counter to see the monitors.

Everything was empty, since once again, you were one of the last to leave. You thought you saw something on one of the monitors, but it had lasted only a second. You leaned over further to get a better look.

“Everything okay?” He asked stepping out. “You got lucky by the way.” he smiled and held up a small umbrella that could fit in your purse.

“Thanks. Uh, yeah. I thought I saw something, over there.” You pointed to the screen that was on the floor of your office. Actually, you could see your office door in the shot. “A shadow? Probably just my mind playing tricks on me.” You got off the counter.

He went back a bit, and watched. “Don’t see nothing.” He shrugged. “As soon as James comes back, I’ll head up to double check alright?” He knew you hated this place at night, and it had been right outside your office, whatever you thought you saw.

You nodded. “Thanks, Carl.” You smiled taking the umbrella he had put down.

“Anytime.” He watched you head back out into the rain.

“Just ask her out already.” He had been so focused on you, he hadn’t heard the other guard come back. He looked up at James, then looked back outside as you stepped out into the rain. “It’s been years, Carl.”

“Exactly.” he sighed. “It’ll probably just be weird at this point. Take the desk, she thought she saw something by her office, I’m going to head up and check it out.”

James chuckled. “Seriously Carl-” He was shot a glare. “Alright, go play knight in shining armor to a girl you won’t even admit you love. Idiot.” He shook his head as Carl headed off towards the elevators.

“Come on.” You grumbled as the rain picked up and thunder boomed. The umbrella was barely keeping you dry at this point. “I should have asked Carl to call me a cab…” Hearing a faint growl, you turned to look behind you, but saw nothing. “Hello?”

You looked around for a minute before walking again. You were about half way home, so you started to walk a bit quicker. You could hear puddles splashing as if someone was walking through them behind you but when you turned, again nothing was there. “Who’s there? I’m not stupid I can hear you following me…” Nothing.

You turned back and moved a bit quicker, no longer caring if you went through puddles and ruined your shoes. You could see lightening flashes off in the distance as you hurried. Just a few more blocks, you told yourself. Then you heard the growl again, to your left, closer then before. Turning towards the sound, again you saw nothing. You heard another behind you, and turned, again nothing. Lightening started to flash overhead, as if it was trying to strike you. You couldn’t run, you were frozen in fear. “Please..” You whimpered, though you weren’t sure to what. As lightening flashed, hitting your umbrella, you felt something grab your leg, biting into your flesh.

When you came to, you were in a room. It had basic furniture in it, but there were no windows, save for a small one on the door. Looking down, you were only wearing your underwear and bra. At the foot of the bed was a skirt and blouse. Your heels from work were next to the bed, dried, as if you had never been caught in the rain. How long had you been here? Where ever here was. Licking your lips, you got up from the bed and headed for the door, letting out a soft whine when you couldn’t see out. “Hello?” You called out banging on the door. “Hello, is anyone out there?”

You tried for a few minutes, getting no response. You turned and started to look around the room. There wasn’t much to look at really. Bed, small table and a single chair, a door? When you opened it, it revealed a bathroom on the other side. You turned back to the clothes waiting for you on the bed. You really didn’t want to be naked when whoever it was that undressed you came back, so you went and quickly got dressed. Surprised to find everything fit perfectly.

You went into the bathroom and looked in the small mirror. You had been struck by lightening.. hadn’t you? You didn’t look like it. “What the hell is going on…” You looked down at your right leg, and couldn’t even see a mark where you had been sure something had sunk it’s teeth in.

Suddenly you heard a key in the door. You hurried out as it opened. “Get your shoes on, he’s ready to see you.”

“Who is? Where am I?” You demanded. “Where are my clothes, and why am I dressed like this?” You motioned down to the clothes you wore. You had never owned clothes this nice, you couldn’t afford to, not that your clothes were cheap or slobbish.. It’s just this, this was top quality stuff you were wearing. “This doesn’t look like somewhere with a dress code.. no offense..”

“Let’s just say, your invitation to the party finally arrived.” He smiled. “Now lets get moving.”

“What party?”

The man’s green eyes were suddenly pools of black that seemed to soak up all light. “The kind where no one’s still alive.” He smiled. “Now move.”

You felt a surge of fear for the man, as you slipped on the heels and started for the door. He gave you a bit of a shove as he slammed the door shut behind him.  "Can you tell me where I am?“ You glanced back at him, but he just gave you another push, urging you forward. "Who am I here to see? Who are you? Why am I here?” Each question seemed to fall on deaf ears, since he didn’t answer.  "If you don’t answer me, I’m not going anywhere.“ You shot him a defiant look.

"It’s need to know, sweetheart. And right this second, you don’t need to know shit.” He gave you another push. “Keep moving.”

You passed doors much like the one to the room you had been in. You turned down a corridor, and passed larger doors. You simply kept walking straight until he’d turn you this way or that. Suddenly, his hand grabbed your shoulder. “In here.” You turned and he motioned towards a large set of double doors. “Move.” He growled, and shoved you. You tripped and stumbled into the room.

“Don’t bloody hurt her you moron.” A man glared from a large chair at the end of the room. The well tailored suit and accent jogged your memory, but you couldn’t quite place it.

“Bite me, Crowley.” The man growled as he moved off to the side and sat in another chair, glaring daggers at the man named Crowley as he stood.

“Please excuse my associate.” He shot him another look. “I do hope he didn’t harm you?”

“What if I did?” The guy challenged. “You can’t do shit, Old man. I’m the one person here who can’t be killed.” The threat was obvious.

“You going to bloody try and kill me again?” Crowley scoffed. “Didn’t work so well before Dean.”

“No. I’d rather hurt you, by hurting her.” He pointed a knife, you didn’t even know he had, at you from his seat. It was bone and teeth. “I’d love to hear her scream.” He smiled almost seductively at you and licked his lips.

“Wh- why would that hurt him? I don’t even know him..” You stammered out and he burst out laughing.

“Oh shit, Crowley. You’ve been obsessed with this girl, and she doesn’t even recognize you. Jesus, you are getting desperate for ass.”

“Could someone tell me what the hell is going on?” You looked between them, trying to mask your fear as much as possible.

“You’ve been sold sweetheart.” Dean chuckled.

“What?!”

“Look at me, Dove.” Came Crowley’s smooth accent as he gently held your chin and turned your face to him. “You’ve seen me, yes?” You nodded. “I’ve had meetings with your father.” You nodded, remembering seeing him walk through the office once or twice.

“But, what does he mean, I was sold? Dad’s been trying to expand, but-”

“Now he can.” Dean said in an even tone, sounding bored.

“I’ve been working on this deal for over a year. You see, your father wanted something from me, but wouldn’t give me what I normally get in return. His soul.” You looked at him with a mix of confusion and panic. “King of Hell, Love.” He smiled. “Your father finally found something I was willing to take other then his soul. You.”

“He-He wouldn’t.” You stammered. “My dad hasn’t been to work for 2 days, what did you do to him?!” You demanded.

Crowley snapped his fingers, and your father was standing behind him. “He’s been here, finalizing the deal.”

“Dad..?” You shoved Crowley’s hand aside and looked to him. “Dad what did you do?”

“He sold you for a cool 3 mil sweetheart.” Dean chuckled. “He’s a fucking idiot.” Your father looked at you with sad eyes. “See, I have this thing, no cash for ass.. But I have to admit.. A piece of ass like that, I’d have paid double to be your new Daddy.” He winked with a grin.

Your father looked to Dean with wide eyes. “What?”

“Sorry, deals already been struck with the King over there. Next time, weigh your options. Now,” He smiled at you licking his lips. “I’ll just take what I want.”

“You won’t lay a bloody hand on her.” Crowley growled, and grabbed you protectively, making Dean laugh.

“Think you can keep her safe from me, and all of Hell?” His grin scared you. “What happens when my brother finds out you had me grab up an innocent, and you’re holding her here? Hmm? You know how Sammy is. He won’t rest until he ‘saves’ me. You think he won’t save her too? And the second she’s away from you, she’s mine.” He got up and stalked out of the room. “Get him out of here before I kill him for selling his fucking daughter. It disgusts me.” He growled before slamming the door behind him.

“Dad..” You whimpered. Crowley snapped his fingers, and your father was gone. “Please..” Tears ran down your cheek.

“Don’t be scared, Dove. Not of me.” He gently wiped the tears off your cheek. “I won’t let any harm come to you.”

“Why are you doing this? Why me?”

He smiled softly. “I’m the King of Hell. And you, Darling, are to be my queen. I knew it the moment I first laid eyes on you. It was why I let him alter the deal. You instead of him. Smart, strong willed and beautiful. You are perfection, Love. He can expand his company, and I finally found my Queen.” He smiled.

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[fictionalabyss]

Pizza Delivery

Pairing : CrowleyxReader, DemonDean

Word count : 1,686 A/N : More Demon Dean time than Crowley. I love me some demon Dean. basically some set up.

Part 2 of Hell’s Queen.

Days were passing. Crowley treated you like a queen, but you were still kept off in a room most of the time. Not the same one you had woken up in though. You were moved to a much nicer room. Beautifully furnished, with plenty of books, and a window, though it wasn’t much of a view. Apparently, he knew you loved to read. Meals were often brought to you, and occasionally you were brought out to sit with him. But you were never allowed out of your room alone.

To be honest, you didn’t mind. You’d often see Dean around somewhere if you left the room, and the way he watched you left you uneasy. It made you glad for the constant guards. Always at least one or two, even just to stand outside your door while you sat in your room.

Dean wasn’t the only one whose gaze you hated having on you. You didn’t see many people, but the few you did see would give you a look you couldn’t quite figure out. Crowley kept his promise to protect you. It wasn’t just the guard duty. If he felt you getting uneasy about Dean, he got kicked out of the room. When he caught a look a demon gave you, he had him dragged away. Dean, later hinting in the hall that the demon was killed for daring to look at you.

As the days passed, you started being permitted to move around more. You were still confined to an area, but other rooms were opened to give you a small change of scenery. One such room was turned into a library. Crowley had smiled at how your face lit up. He was glad you were opening up to him.

Crowley had to go for urgent business. Dean was suppose to be off somewhere, so there was only one guard on your door. You had your back against the headboard as you read a book, still in your silk nightgown. It was early morning, the sun still rising but giving you enough light to read by, when you heard a noise outside your door. Furrowing your brow, you heard a scream, and saw a flash of light from under the door. When the door opened, you gasped seeing Dean. Bone knife in his hand before he tucked it back into the back of his jeans. “Just thought I’d come visit.” He smiled.

You had put the book down, and pulled your knees closer to you as he made his way across the room. You remembered what he had said your first day. ‘The second she’s away from you, she’s mine.’ “Wh-what do you want?”

He shrugged. “Your company? What do you think I want?” You chewed on your lip, looking up at him fearfully. “You’re adorable when you’re scared, you know that?” He chuckled softly and ran his finger over your cheek. You tried to jerk away but he grabbed and held your chin with his forefinger and thumb. “Relax. I won’t do anything you don’t want, sweetheart. I’m a demon, not a fucking animal. Rape isn’t my thing.”

He let go of you and started back towards the door. “C-can you blame me for being scared? A-after things you’ve said?”

He turned back to you and chuckled. “Crowley’s a douche. Making his life hell is sorta my thing.” He shrugged. “And since you’re his new fixation, you’re the biggest button to push. I’m going to push it. Hell, I’m going to spam that button.” He grinned. “I will have you.” He licked his lips. “But I won’t be a dick about it. We’re having dinner tonight, you and me.” He said making his way to the door again. “You like pizza right?” He turned when you didn’t answer. “Of course you do. Who doesn’t like fucking pizza.” He walked out and shut the door behind him.

You stared at the door confused. There was no way he’d come back. As soon as someone brought your breakfast and spotted the dead demon, a new one would be posted and Crowley would be informed. Right?

Sure enough, when breakfast came, there was a commotion outside as they hauled off the body and a new guard was placed at our door. But no one mentioned Crowley. About if he knew, or if he was coming back.

You had showered before dinner, and simply changed into a different silk nighty. You doubted you’d actually have company tonight. You heard grumbling about Dean Winchester from out in the hall, and about how they were thankful he had fucked off somewhere for the day, like he had been suppose to that morning.

You were deep in the book when your door opened. “Hey, sweetheart.” You looked up hearing his voice. “You put that on just for me? I like it.”

“Dean?” You looked confused. “Wha-”

“I said we were having dinner tonight. I promised pizza.” He moved in, kicking the door shut and put it on the table. “Like I’d forget you. Especially when I keep seeing you in nighties.” He grinned. “Come on, come eat.” He pulled out the chair facing the door for you, since it was closest to you. You started to get out of the other side of the bed to grab your robe when he shook his head. “No. I like the view in here.”

He had his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, and you knew if he got in again, the guard outside was dead, so you didn’t argue. You went and sat in the chair he had pulled out for you. He smiled and sat in the chair closest to it, turning so his back was to the door and he was facing you. He opened the box and motioned for you to grab a slice before pulling out  cans of soft drinks from a brown paper bag.

“How did you-” You stared at the pizza, the smell making your mouth water. It was your favorite. Still warm and fresh. You doubted he had called for delivery, so he had gone out to get this. But why? Why do that for you.

“Crowley knows all your favorites, sweetheart. Like he said, he’s been watching you for a while. All I need to do, is listen.” He smiled. “Get a few drinks in him, not the good stuff he’s always drinking, but bar drinks, fruity shit with umbrellas, and he starts talking.”  He motioned again towards it, and you took a slice.

“You going to eat too?” You asked him.

He shrugged. “I don’t need to. Being dead and all.” He smiled. “But if you want me to join you..”

“You did say dinner together…”

He smiled. “I did.” He grabbed a slice and took a bite. You watched his mouth as he chewed. God those lips. One look and you knew, if you had met him in a bar, or literally anywhere but here, he could have sweet talked you into anything. Shaking the thought from your head, you turned your attention back to the slice in your hand and took a bite. Dean smiled, knowing what that look had been, before taking another bite of his own.

“Demons don’t need to eat?”

He shook his head. “All smoke inside a meat suit. While a human body needs food to survive, a demon can keep a dead body moving. Soul of the host dies, but we can keep the body going for a long ass time.”

“So.. you’re not really..”

“Oh no sweetheart, this is all me. This was mine before I died. Crowley though.. that’s some guy he picked up along the way. His original self, Fergus, died over 300 years ago. Nothing but bone.” Your eyes went wide. “Oh yeah. Talk about age gap relationship.” He teased with a smile.

You turned back to your pizza. “I’m curious..” You said between bites a few minutes later. He raised his eyebrows, and motioned for you to continue as he chewed. You swallowed. “My first day here, you said you couldn’t die.. But you’ve also refereed to yourself as dead, and a demon..”

“All true.” He shrugged.

“But I know demons can die. I mean you’ve killed the one outside my room. Probably twice now, right?” He smiled and winked. “So you should be able to die.” He shook his head. “What makes you so different? Can Crowley not die too?”

“Oh Crowley can die. My previous attempts while human failed, so he likes to taunt me with that. But now, now I can kill him any time I want.” He smirked. “I can kill anything. Anything but myself.”

“Why?”

“There’s a reason I’m a demon, sweetheart. I should have stayed dead.” You watched him waiting for an explanation. He sighed, tossing the few bites of his slice back into the box before pulling out the bone knife from the back of his jeans and stabbed it into the table. “Because of this.” He said between clenched teeth. “And this.” He rolled up his sleeve to show you what looked like a scar on his arm. “When I died, this shit took over, brought me back as a demon. I can’t die as long as I have it.”

“And because of that,” you pointed to the mark, “you can kill anything?”

“No, I need both. Without the mark, the blade is just a blade.” he shrugged. “Like an obnoxious kitchen knife. With just the mark, I’m just an angry asshole who beats the shit out of people with my bare fists. With both, I get the itch.” You watched him, no longer eating. “Scared yet.”

“I’ve been scared since I met you Dean.” Your eyes locked with his.

He could see the fear in your eyes, but he also saw something else in there. “Interesting..” He mused to himself before grabbing a new slice of pizza. The one he had tossed back was just crust anyways. You tried not to blush and turned away from him.

“What the bloody hell is going on here!?” You looked up to find Crowley in the door way.

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Don’t trust Dean Winchester.

Pairing : CrowleyxReader, Demon Dean

Word count : 1,088

Part 3 of Hell’s Queen.

“What the bloody hell is going on here!?” You looked up to find Crowley in the door way. He was pissed. “I told you to stay away from her.” He growled at Dean.

Dean just smiled at you, not bothering to turn towards Crowley behind him. “Dinner.” He answered before taking a bite of the pizza in his hand. “What does it look like.”

“Get out.”

“Nope.” Dean stayed where he was. “Eat.” He told you.

“Get out.” Crowley growled again.

“What did I tell you Crowley. As soon as she’s away from you, she’s mine. You left her alone, scared, and unprotected, so I brought her dinner. I kept her company. Hell, I made her smile.”

“She had bloody protection.”

“Then where are they?” Dean teased with a grin before taking another bite of pizza.

“You bloody killed one this morning, where are the other two?”

Dean sighed. “Alright, you got me. They’re up the hall.” He put the half eaten slice down, and looked kind of annoyed.

“What?”

“Well, they would have raised the alarm and called for you, finding more dead demons just sitting around in the hall way, so,” He shrugged. “I moved them. I was enjoying my dinner and didn’t want to get interrupted, but I guess I’m just shit out of luck today aren’t I.” He reached over and grabbed the knife out of the table and stood up. He reached out and ran a thumb down your cheek. “Sorry dinner was ruined, sweetheart. I’ll visit again real soon.” He smiled and turned towards Crowley.

“You won’t.” Crowley informed him.

Deans knuckles went white with how hard he gripped the blade. “Who’s going to fucking stop me.” He growled as he pushed past and stormed out.

Crowley rushed over to you as you put your pizza down. “Did he hurt you, Dove? Did he harm you in any way?”

You smiled at him and shook your head. “He didn’t touch me Crowley. He was just keeping me company.”

“I don’t want him anywhere near you.” Crowley growled, running a finger down your cheek much like Dean had done.

“He won’t hurt me Crowley. I-”

“You don’t know him. No matter when he told you, Dove, you don’t know him. Do not trust Dean Winchester. He was a good man once, and even then all those around him died. Stay away from him. Please.”

You could see worry in his eyes. You gave him a nod. “I’ll try Crowley. But he was right.. I was feeling lonely. The company for dinner was nice.”

“I’m sorry, Darling. I will try and do better by you.” He smiled softly.

Crowley now shared at least one meal a day with you. No matter his schedule. And demons learned fast not to interrupt his meals with you. His face lit up whenever you walked in the room, and you smiled more around him. That was something Dean glared about whenever he was near by.

Like now. You were in a lovely dress Crowley had bought you, walking up the hall on his arm heading for the dining room to have diner with him. Crowley had mentioned how ravishing you looked tonight, and you blushed looking down.

Feeling eyes on you, you looked up and saw Dean leaning in a doorway, beer in his hand. You wondered if that was his room. His wink snapped you out of your thoughts, but it was the deep growl from Crowley that made you realize he was looking at Crowley. You looked up at Crowley and saw fury in his eyes. When you looked back to Dean, he was going back into the room and kicked the door shut.

“I had your favorite made for dinner tonight, Love.” His voice pulled you back. You smiled up at him again as you headed past the door Dean had gone behind.

You fell asleep with a smile on your face that night. Rolling in your sleep, you furrowed your brow coming into contact with another body. Your hand ran over… jeans? Opening your eyes, you looked up, and gave a start.

“Relax sweetheart, it’s just me.”

“Dean?” He was sitting with his back against your head board, his thigh next to where your face had been. “What are yo-”

“I did say I’d visit, didn’t I.” He smiled down at you.

“I figured that would be during the day…”

He chuckled. “Crowley’s been making that difficult, watching you like a hawk.” He ran his fingers through your hair. “Get back to sleep.” He motioned for you to lay your head back down.

You laid back down, getting comfortable. “Dean?” He hummed in response. “Did you …”

“Kill the guard again?” You looked up at him, and he shook his head.

“No, just distracted him this time.” He smiled. “Sleep.”

You fell back asleep to the feeling of Dean’s fingers in your hair, his jeans against your fingers. When you woke up a few hours later, the sun was just starting to shine in your room, and you were alone. Had Dean really been there? Or had it all been a dream. You rolled to lay on your back and stared up at the bed canopy and sighed.  You weren’t sure how to feel about it either way.

There was a soft knock on your door. “Yes?” You called out, shifting as the door opened.

“Good morning, Darling.” Crowley smiled as he came in. “I was coming to see if you were awake and wanted to join me for breakfast before I get to work. I can have it brought here if you like, Dove.”

You smiled at him. “That would be lovely, Crowley, thank you.”

He beamed at you before sending the guard outside your door to go fetch breakfast while you went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth. By the time you got out, Crowley was sitting at your table, his suit jacket on the back of his chair.

“What?” You smiled at how he looked at you.

“You truly are beautiful, you know that?”

You blushed as the door opened, and breakfast was brought in, set up and then the demon left. “You don’t need to suck up Crowley.” You teased as you sat down. “I’m already yours. Remember?”

His smile faded from his face. “Just because your father sold your soul, doesn’t make you mine, Love.” He looked almost insulted. “I fully intend to win you over proper. I want a Queen by my side, not a bloody slave.”

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