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[justwritingsomethingsisuppose]

Beauty and the Beast - Crowley x reader, CH1

Title: Beauty and the Beast

Prompt: 100 themes challenge; #36, Fairy Tale

Pairing: Crowley x Female Reader

Chapter: 1/? (I’ll work more on this while writing for the other 100 themes, so new chapters are likely to be slow)

Rating: Currently PG, will eventually be upped

Author: justwritingsomethingsisuppose

Warnings: Violence at some point, body image issues, I’m ripping this off both movies and the Beastly movie and the og story so thats a warning too, good luck. Re-writing this off a 5 year old story. Alternative universe.

Once upon a time, in a land faraway, a young prince lived in a shining castle. His name was Fergus, and he was destined to be the king after his father and mother, King Lucifer and Queen Rowena, passed away. Although the young prince had everything his heart desired, he was spoiled and selfish and unkind.

One winters night, a cold and wicked storm rolled over the forest their castle resided in. Freezing winds whipped at the shaking windows and stone walls. Prince Fergus seemed to care not as he pranced about the castle, pretending to sword fight an imaginary dragon with one of the fireplace pokers.

Late into the evening, a knock at the castle door echoed through the main hall. Fergus lowered his fireplace-poker-sword to his side and watched from the staircase as a servant rushed to answer the knock.

The door swinging open revealed a woman, hair gray and back bent with her old age.

“What do you want?” Prince Fergus’ young voice echoed through the hall with his demanding question. The old woman looked up, first laying her eyes on the servant holding the door open, then moving them to find the young prince. Her once-brown eyes were clouded over as if she were going blind.

“I need shelter from the cold,” she croaked out. Her voice barely made it to Prince Fergus’ ears, but he heard enough.

“Why would I allow you, a haggard old thing, stay in my castle??” He crossed his arms, the fireplace poker still in hand almost like a threat.

“I will give you, in return, this rose,” she held up a single beautifully red flower. It shook along with her hand as she revealed it to him.

All he did was laugh at her.

“Are you joking, you absolute hag?? I am the royal prince of these lands! What use have I for a single rose?!”

“Do not be deceived by my appearance, young one. Beauty is found within,” she flashed him a grin, revealing that she had no teeth. Prince Fergus gagged dramatically at the sight. He stepped rapidly down the stairs and rushed up to the door. He shoved away the servant tending the door with a disgusted sound and grasped the door handle with his free hand, his light brown eyes staring fiercely at the woman.

“You possess no beauty, and you have nothing to offer me. My castle will have no hags within its walls tonight!!” And with those words, he slammed the heavy wooden door shut in the old woman’s face. “The utter audacity… how dare she?!” He grumbled to himself as he turned around.

“I am no hag, boy!” A voice echoed through the room and his eyes darted around in fear. He flattened his back to the closed door.

“Leave me be, witch! I will not have you here!” His eyes still searched frantically, searching for the once-quiet old woman. Her voice seemed to be right next to his ear and coming from outside and coming from the entryway and coming from everywhere at once.

“Beauty is found within. There is no love in your heart; you only desire the things in your life that appear beautiful. You have no care or compassion for the ones that need you despite their appearances.” Her voice seemed to grow less shaky and more youthful as she spoke. All at once, a blazing light appeared before him that then faded away to reveal the form of the old hag.

“Please, witch, leave me be, please!” His voice was no longer demanding, but pleading. Before his eyes, her saggy muddy skin seemed to tighten and the deep chocolate tone returned. Her gray hair slowly flushed a deep brown. The curve of her back slowly straightened up. Her once-cloudy eyes slowly brightened and turned to black. When she opened her mouth to speak, she had teeth. She was beautiful now.

“You will learn to see the beauty within.” She stated.

“Please, I am sorry! You may shelter from the cold in my castle! I am certain my father will not mind! Please!” He shouted his fearful apology to her. His brown eyes began to water, lip trembling.

“You will learn to see the beauty within.” She repeated, outstretching her right hand. The glow encased the room once again and then a shrill whistle filled his ears.

The whistle was her voice, heightened and repeating her phrase and his designated punishment.

His punishment was to be turned into a hideous beast. His skin ripped and shredded and his bones bent and writhed as his body changed from that of a young 16 year old man to that of a demon.

Through the entire transformation, Prince Fergus screamed. All he could hear was the voice of the witch and his own skin ripping apart. All he could see was the brilliant glow of her powers enveloping him. All he could taste was his own blood as his teeth elongated and sharpened, cutting his gums and his tongue. He squeezed his eyes shut against the pain.

His face felt like it was on fire.

“You must learn to love someone other than yourself, and you must earn their love in return, before the last petal falls from this rose. Else, you will forever remain a reflection of your inner self. Prince Fergus, good luck.” Her voice echoed in his mind loudly, only to fade out and be replaced by horrified screams mixed with his own pained sobs.

His mother, Queen Rowena, had been fetched and brought down by the doorman who had realized something was wrong. She had frozen in place on the stairs when her eyes fell upon her disfigured son. Her screams rattled the prince into opening his eyes, which were now glowing red.

“Mother! Mother please, help me!” He cried out to her, but she could merely stare in horror.

“Noooo… my dear little Fergus…” she groaned out before fainting. The doorman caught her before she could collapse down the stairs.

Fergus forced himself to stand despite the pain in his legs. The sound of hooves on wood surprised him and he looked down at his feet, only to discover two black cloven hooves where his feet used to be. His legs seemed to be covered with thick, light brown hair all the way down to those hooves.

“M-mother?!” His voice sounded deeper, almost raspy despite his youth. He lifted his shaking hands up from his sides to stare at them - what were once delicate and thin white fingers were now grayed sunken skin ending in long hooked claws. The grayed skin continued up his arms to his shoulders where it faded back to white but began to appear riddled with thick, raised, red scars. His head and his back felt heavy where a pair of thick leathery wings and a great many horns had sprouted through his skin. He stumbled a bit in place before he looked up at the doorman holding his mother. “Wh… what am I??” he asked. The doorman just jerked his head while his jaw hung agape, fearful of the once-princely creature before him.

His parents did all they could to heal him. They called in a doctor, a healer, a man who claimed to be a miracle worker, and as a last resort a witch. None could remove his disfigurements. His skull adorned now with horns, his face now appeared as though it were burned, his chest scarred, his arms aged, his fingers tipped with claws, his back bearing wings, his legs now those of a goat or deer.

He was well and truly stuck as a monster.

That night, they had found the rose laying delicately in the center of the foyer. His mother had preserved it in a vase, hoping to extend its life and ensure her son wouldn’t die. The rose never seemed to wilt, a faint red glow surrounding the dainty little flower and seemingly keeping it alive.

After a year, the king and queen moved from the forest to their summer castle on the coast. They promised to visit, and they did at first. Over time, their visits went from once monthly, to once every third month, to once a year, to… none. Even their letters stopped. He lived alone in that castle for twenty years, only a small remaining and aging staff to care for him, until he finally got news: both his parents had finally passed and left behind the heir to their throne, a princess named Megan, eighteen years of age and ready to marry one Prince Azazel from another kingdom to unite the two and gain the throne.

The servants remaining tried to keep him happy, to get him adjusted to his life this way, but to no avail. One of the servants, the castle’s hunter, even created an intricate mask for him from the head of a large goat he had killed. The mask had two horns on it and holes for the horns in the princes head to slide through so that it would all look like a costume piece, and it hid his burned face from the world. All for nothing; despite that the prince wore it every day, he was ever grumpier. Prince Fergus grew angry and bitter and frustrated. One by one, he ended the employment of the servants until none were left but two: Guthrie, his butler and one so loyal that even though the prince had fired him several times and told him to leave under threat of death the man refused to leave, and Raul, who prepared every single meal. The prince likely would never have eaten if Raul had left.

Twenty years of quiet, of being virtually alone, of slowly watching the rose wilt petal by petal. He believed he held no chance of ever breaking the curse over his head.

For who could ever learn to love a beast?

[dyzie7754]

The King’s Omega- *Sneak Peak*

The King's Omega- *Sneak Peak*

ARE YOU READY KIDS? AYE AYE DYZIEE.....

  OH

HERE IS YOUR SNEAK PEAK A COUPLE MONTHS LATE

DO YOU STILL LOVE ME?

IT’S LITTLE AND BITTLE- BUT I PROMISE IT’S GREAT

I’M SO SORRY.

Sorry... too much spongebob on quarantine....

Enjoy?  Let me know if your excited!

~*~

As Y/n's scream echoed from behind the closet door, Sam and Dean looked at each other worriedly.

"Fuck," Dean uttered before slamming into the heavy oak door with his body, Sam following suit.

Several minutes passed as the door began to splinter, but wouldn't give at all. Their shoulders were beginning to ache.

"What are these doors even made of. This is not normal!" Sam exclaims, hunched over himself tiredly.

Dean says nothing to focused on getting Y/n out of the closet. Even if he huffed himself into exhaustion, what was more frightening is the thought that-Y/n, an omega in full heat was behind the door possibly sick or ill from the effects. He couldn’t even hear what Sam was going on about as he thrust his body over and over again against the door that just wasn’t breaking.

“Dean!” Sam yelled right into his ear.

“What, Sam?” Dean replied with more irritability and volume then he intended.

“You’re going to break your shoulder!”

“It’ll fucking heal!” Dean yelled back, and looked at the door again as the screams stopped. “Hold on, Y/n, I’m coming!”  he called to the door, and started the process of hitting it all again.

 Dean was so preoccupied with the door and Y/n, he completely missed Sam’s look of worry and the knowing sadness behind his eyes. But to be honest, Sam didn’t think Dean gave a damn about what he thought at this point, and as much as he hated it...Dean was right.

They had to get to Y/n.

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[sonniiaa]

Sweet surrender

Crowley/reader quick fic

Based on Crowley saying “I will cherish the day the last piece of humanity leaves me feelings”

You were making hot chocolate, after being outside all day hunting a wendingo you deserved it, it had been a couple of days after Crowley helped the Winchesters get the first blade, he had been a little more himself after the detox, the old Crowley before the human blood, and to be honest you will miss the human Crowley even though you fell in love with him while he was a completely demonic, either way you have enjoyed this more calmed, confused Crowley, you have enjoyed the little gestures, the sweet moments he wouldn’t dare while he was a completely demonic, not to mention he had told you that he loves you the first time while being almost human.

But you will take him as he is, you will love every change he makes and miss every aspect that goes, enjoying seeing him grow as a demon, seeing him learn from mistakes, as long as the core of what’s inside him remains the same, after all, you had changed too, with him and after all this time you expected so.

“Hello darling”

“Hi! How was your day?” You said replaying, not looking at him, concerned the milk on the pot would boil and fall.

“Predictable. What are you doing, love?”

“I’m making chocolate, want some?”

���Sure, why not? After all this, nothing is strange anymore, not even the king of hell drinking hot chocolate with his lover” he said wrapping an arm around your waist

“Why would it? Lillith used to eat ice cream while terrorizing people... and you were his lover by the way” you replayed with a lightly tone of jealousy in your voice.

He chuckled, tightening his wrap around you, kissing your neck “yes but now I am yours, love.”

You closed your eyes in respond to his embrace not noticing the milk was just about to fall.

“Shit. I am blaming you for this!”

“Sorry love, but watching the milk isn’t my job, watching you is”

You smiled at him and pour the chocolate that was left in two cups, leading the king to the couch where you had prepared a blanket and your favorite film.

You put both your cups on the table and you took a moment to look over to Crowley and kiss him in the sweetest way while taking off his tie.

You covered both of you under the blanket, gave him the cup off chocolate and played the movie.

He was half watching the movie because he found you to be quite distracting, he love admiring you, your expressions as your favorite part passes, your little smiles and comments and how as it got darker outside you would start to wrap the blanket tighter.

“Y/N” he said with a serious tone that got you worried.

“Whats wrong love?” You said looking at him, concerned showed in your eyes

“I am never gonna be free of all emotion aren’t I?” He didn’t dare to look at you in the eyes

“What?”

“I told the Winchesters that I would cherish the day all trace of humanity left me, particularly feelings, but that’s never gonna happen is it?” He didn’t even let you speak he instead lead you to a different position until you were straddling him.

“Because I am always gonna love you, that’s the strongest emotion a human can have, but I have felt it for such a long time, almost as long as we been together, so I guess that I haven’t been a complete demon since I met you” he said looking at you directly into your eyes, with a deep serious voice that made you feel sorry

“I am sorry, Crowley I didn’t know you felt that way, I never meant to take away that from you, what makes you a complete demon, what you define yourself as” tears running from your face, hearing the word love never felt so bad

He wiped the tears from your face

“Never apologize for what you wake in me, I have never been more happy or pleased” he said the last part with a suggestive smirk

“Then why do you make it sound so bad?” You said looking into his eyes, those beautiful eyes

“It is bad, it’s not something a demon should feel, it’s not natural. Then why does it feels so Bloody natural, so right, tell me love, for someone who claims to never want to hurt me, why are you doing this to me?” This time his full attention was in you, he didn’t let you look away and his grip on you has tight

“I never asked you to love me!” You felt sudden anger rushed into you

“Oh but you did everything in your power to make sure I did, didn’t you?”

“Excuse me?!”

“You!, you were there for me every time I was alone, every minute of my fall, you fought so I could regain my throne by my side, as if it was godamn yours! You made me your fool!” He was angry almost shouting the last part.

As he was saying this words you were fighting to get off him, crying feeling rage pump to your heart every word that was coming from his mouth felt like a dagger.

“By being me?! By loving you?! You can’t force someone to love you Crowley and I never did anything to manipulate you, as I recall that’s not my game, its yours.”

He didn’t let you move, you started raising your voice. “Why are you telling me this?!”

“Because I want you to understand every little thing that had to happen so that I finally surrender and give up everything to this, this feeling, to you, I had to give up everything that I believed in as a demon so that I could feel this way for you”.

“You think it was easy for me?! Love is surrender! Dating a demon, as a hunter that’s quite hard to accept”.

He looked at you his eyes show something different you haven’t seen before, was it regret or was it fear?

“I love you y/n and the only thing that came good out of the human blood is that I was finally able to say it, I am not regretting this, I am just accepting that every change that you have made into me won’t go away after this detox, I am accepting that I will never be a demon and in exchange I will never be left all alone.”

“I don’t know what to say” you said the tears finally stopping falling from your eyes

“Tell me that I will never regret it, promise me that you will be mine forever, no matter what, tell me that every sacrifice that had to come for this, everything that had to fall into place and that will come out of this will be repay by your complete surrender, your complete devotion”

“You know it will be, you know it is, I have only and will only be yours forever.”

That seemed to calm him down, you were starting to wonder if that was a promise of eternity feeling as intimate as a weeding proposition.

He kissed you, and said “Show me”

That night you worshipped him, every minute every second spend on him, for him, every fiber in you was completely focused on making him happy, pleased, unregretful.

And by the end of the night he told you “ I am sorry it’s just an irracional fear love, I can’t afford to lose you after all that I have made to have you in my arms”.

“Just making the price was worth it, huh?”

“ I’ve always known it was worth it love, I was making sure you knew it, and felt the same way”

You looked at him with a little bit of disbelief wondering what this was really all about, without noticing this was him, realizing he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, not wanting to stop this feelings, and wondering if there’s just the tiny chance you could want to spend the rest of your life with him.

[velvet-roads]

Like A Virgin Chapter 30: The End.

Chapter 1: Chapter 2: Chapter 3: Chapter 4: Chapter 5: Chapter 6: Chapter 7: Chapter 8: Chapter 9: Chapter 10: Chapter 11: Chapter 12: Chapter 13:  Chapter 14: Chapter 15: Chapter 16: Chapter 17: Chapter 18: Chapter 19: Chapter 20: Chapter 21: Chapter 22: Chapter 23: Chapter24: Chapter 25: Chapter 26: Chapter 27: 

Warnings: None

Music: Unwell by Matchbox Twenty and Flannel by Justin Timberlake

        Sam sat at your desk pouring over his computer, looking at side effects of magic, magic death, or anything remotely related to your situation. Dean just watched you and held your hand, praying that you would wake up. The two of them took shifts for the next day making sure that some one was always in your room watching you. By that night, they were beginning to think that you were never going to wake up and the only reason you were still alive was because Crowley was possessing you.  

       “What are we going to do Sammy?” Dean asked, a small tear running down his cheek as he stroked your hair.  Sam came over and stood behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Sam was just as upset as Dean, both were on the verge of letting the tears flow.  

       “Give it one more night. If nothing happens by the morning we perform an exorcism and then take her to a hospital. Other than that I don’t know what to do.” Both boys felt lost and broken, they knew that they were out of options and they were starting to believe that they had lost you.  

       They continued with their shifts through the night, switching off every couple hours, one watching and the other getting some sleep if they were able. Around 9 in the morning both of them were sitting at your bedside.  

       “Alright, do it.” Dean said through gritted teeth. At this point he was not concerned with holding back any tears. Reluctantly, Sam began to recite Latin, his tears falling on the bedspread.  He had gotten about half way through the exorcism, when they both saw your eyes flutter and tears streak down your cheeks.  

        Sam stopped and joined his brother in leaning over you and saying your name, trying to coax you awake. Your eyes began to flutter more than the first time. 

       “I think she is waking up!” Sam said excited beyond belief and so hopeful. Before you opened your eyes a thick red smoke came pouring out of your mouth. Crowley had left your body and gone back into his own.Then you opened your eyes and saw the happy crying faces of Sam and Dean starting back at you.  

       “Guys?” You asked weak and confused. Neither of them said anything. Instead they wrapped their arms around you and hugged you like their lives depended on it. As they pulled away, you felt the mattress shift slightly behind you and a cold hand reached out and grabbed yours.

       Turning you saw Crowley laying next to you, slightly ashen in color but alive. Not caring at all that Sam and Dean were in the room, you threw yourself on top of him and cried tears of relief and joy. Instead of giving a snarky or childish comment the boys said nothing. The two of them made eye contact with the King to signal their thanks and then left the room. You had more than earned your alone time.  

        After several minutes of just holding him, his body began to warm up and you had managed to stop sobbing. Propping yourself up on his chest, you both just looked at each other.  Carefully, Crowley reached up and ran his thumb across your split lip that had begun to scab over.  

       “I was worried we lost you.” He said placing a small strand of hair back behind your ear.  

       “You were worried?” You responded with a breathy laugh. “I thought my nightmare came true.” He leaned in and kissed you softly, making sure not to put too much pressure on your lip.  

       “Nothing can kill me remember, I’m the King of Hell.” He said with mock pride, all the while knowing that if it wasn’t for you he would be dead. “However, you may have helped a bit.” You jokingly pinched him in the arm as he lovingly mocked you.   

       “What all happened?” You were still having a hard time recalling events.  The most vivid memory you had was Joshua killing Crowley.  

        “I am going to let the boys take care of that explanation.” The demon sat up, taking you with him and cradling you in his arms for a moment. “I need to go away for a while.” As he spoke you could see the sadness in his eyes and you could tell that he wasn’t completely choosing to leave you. There was a slight amount of panic in your face when he said he was leaving.  

        “Don’t fret, I will always come back to you.” He said lightly tapping your necklace. “I have a little hell to raise after the unfortunate festivities.” He said kissing your forehead. Crowley slid off the bed and stood in front of you. 

       “Ok, after we make a deal.” You said grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze. He looked at you with a soft smile and just a hint of suspicion. “If anything goes wrong, you get out and come back to me.” You words were full of love but your eyes still held some fear.  

        “If this is to end in fire, then we shall both burn together.” He said trying to lighten the mood by quoting ‘I See Fire’. The laughter that bubbled out of you was accompanied by small tears. He gave you a deep passionate kiss, a kiss that held love, hope, and a future. Then he disappeared leaving you in your room with the necklace that would always call him back. Taking a deep breath you collected your emotions, then moved so you were facing your bedroom door. 

       “I know you’re out there.” You yelled, seeing the shadows of your brothers boots under the door.  Slowly Dean peeked inside, to make sure he wasn’t interrupting anything.

        “He is gone.” You said, absently fiddling with your necklace. Sam gave you the puppy eyes, waiting for you to cry again.

       “You ok?” He asked almost too gently. You smiled at him knowing he was just concerned.

       “Yeah, I know he will be back.” Of that you were confident not even death could keep that from happening. Dean came over and sat next to you on the bed wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly.

      “What appended?” You asked when Dean would finally let you breath.

        “What do you remember?” Sam was extremely curious. He had his learning face on, you were half expecting him to whip out a paper and pen and start taking notes.

        “I remember seeing Joshua go after Crowley with the angel blade, feeling his blood spurt on me, screaming, and incredible anger and fear. After that I don’t remember much.” Both boys looked at you in surprise that you remember so little about what you had done.

       “Wow, well, as far as we could guess you hulked out.” Dean spoke with hints of pride and admiration. You looked at Sam questioningly for more clarification.

       “I think your body went into defense mode and your magic took over.” Sam said clearing his throat, waiting for you to freak out a bit. You just nodded your head slowly taking in what he had told you. Then you had a memory flash of flinging a demon against the wall.

       “I remember magic punching a demon.” You said softly, trying to recall more. Dean chuckled and you as you scrunched your face, trying to force memories to manifest.

       “Don’t hurt yourself, sweetheart.” He smiled at you and squeezing your shoulder. “Basically, you used your powers and flung the one douche bag against the wall, then you turned invisible, which is bad ass by the way.” You shook your head and smiled at Dean. As he spoke you began to remember what had happened.

       “And then I went after the dragon.” You said, your eyes going from one brother to the other.

       “Yeah and the fact that he couldn’t see you freaked him out.” Sam’s voice was beginning to sound almost as proud as Dean’s. “Do you remember going after Joshua?” Sam asked carefully.

       “Not really.” You said wanting him to fill in the banks.

       “Long story short, you made him release all of us, then you took my knife, carved a demon trap in it and nailed him to the wall.” Dean, was staring into space as he remembered what happened.

       “Then what?” You were beginning to get nervous about what they were telling you, the magic taking you over was more than a little overwhelming.

     “Then you saved Crowley’s life.” Sam looked at you and smiled. “Even in your wacked out state you remembered him.” You could tell the boys still weren’t keen on you loving a demon, however, you knew that they would deal for a bit longer after everything that happened.

      “Was that all?” You raised a question brow, waiting for an answer. It felt like your world was spinning at all of this new information.

      “Yeah and then you passed out.” Sam shrugged and leaned back in the chair you’re your desk. “Healing him probably drained you.”

       “There was one more thing.” Dean was reluctant to tell you the last thing that he remembered.

       “Spit it out…” You said flinging yourself back on the bed, preparing for whatever he was about to tell you.

          “Your eyes glowed a bright green.” He looked at you with nervousness. You didn’t say anything. You just took a couple of deep breaths and let them out. Then you remembered that you were in the bunker and not the motel.

          “Did Crowley zap us back?” You said propping yourself up and looking at the boys.

          “You have been out for two days. We were going to take you to the hospital today, if it wasn’t for Crowley.” Your brothers looked at you lovingly. Then you remembered your memory and the smoke.

         “He…” You tried to think of the least perverse way to say what you were about to. “He went looking for me.” You said looking at both of them waiting for confirmation.

          “In a manner of speaking, yeah” Dean, was still harboring some irritation. “I’m assuming that he went back?” Dean asked, referring to Crowley going back to hell.

            “I imagine he has some skulls to crack.” Sam said lifting himself from the chair and stretching. You slid off the bed and did the same.

            “So who is cooking?” You asked with a big grin, happy to be home, in love, and alive. Both laughed at you and were relieved that you were keeping it together.

          “You’re probably starving.” Dean laughed moving you towards the door. Truth was you were starving, beyond starving.

        The rest of the day was simple and relaxing. The boys cooked you Philly cheesesteaks and mac and cheese. You ate more than a person your size should have been able to. After eating you each went your own way for a while before reconvening back in the kitchen for more food, this time spicy chicken wings and fries, and beer. The three of you decide it was movie night and took your food and the snacks you always had on hand and decided on watching Sherlock on Netflix.

       “We are watching in your room.” Dean yelled from down the hall before you could catch him.

         “Why do we have to use my room?” You asked chasing after him, Sam trailing behind with the beer.

          “Thanks to your boyfriend, you have the biggest bed.” As she spoke he used his hip to open your door. You couldn’t argue with him there. Crowley was a go big or go home kind of man, your bed was huge. The three of you got comfy and settled in for a relaxing night of fun, full bellies, and laughs

        The rest of the week was uneventful in comparison to the last. You had managed to start fixing another bike, deep clean your room, and did so much data entry that you didn’t want to ever see a computer again. Taking a break from your tasks, you were in the library with the boys watching a mindless action/comedy, The A Team. The boredom had finally gotten to you and sleep became more appealing than laying on the couch watching a movie.

        After telling the boys to finish the movie without you, you lazily shuffled to your room. The oversized bed beckoned you to fall into it’s embrace, though it wasn’t as appealing now that you saw all of the empty space; too much for one person. You missed your demon. The clothes that you were wearing were cozy enough that you didn’t bother changing; maroon leggings, an oversized black band tee, thick socks, and a cozy cardigan. Reading your book didn’t have the same appeal. Every time you opened it, you thought of Crowley.

     Back in Hell things were getting back into place, not like Crowley gave anyone a choice. Apart from him making his presence as King known he also had to fix the ranks of the cross road demons. As it turns out, Joshua was the one killing of fellow demons in the hopes that Crowley would show up on his own to fix the “problem”, ultimately ending in Joshua killing him in a surprise attack. Your budding relationship had kept Crowley distracted enough that Joshua had to go to plan B and make a deal with the dragons.

       Drifting off, you dreamt about the mansion in Ireland, the smell of the fireplace, and the sound of the waves. You enjoyed reliving the special moments that you had with Crowley, though the memory of him was not cutting it. Your dream began to fade as you started to wake up. It was in the middle of the night, so you were unaware of your surroundings. Stretching, you shuffled out of bed and headed out the door to go get some water. About the time that you reached the door, you realized that you were most defiantly not in your own room.

      You reached out and grabbed the glass diamond doorknob and then it hit you where you were. After being stuck in your own head, you were concerned that you were having a very vivid dream. You quietly opened the door and shuffled out to the landing. Though it was in the middle of the night there were a select few dim lights on through the house. Soft piano music bounced off the marble walls and made its way up the stair case to you.

      Following the faint glow of the lamps and the melodic tune, you made your way to the library. It was your favorite place in the whole house. Sitting in front of the roaring fire with a glass of whiskey was Crowley humming Ed Sheeran’s Kiss Me while he read.

      “You’re awake.” He commented softly as you entered the room. Crowley put down his book, Grimm fairytales. You mentally chuckled at his choice, he would enjoy the gruesome stories.

      “Are you sure? This seems really similar to most of my dreams lately.” You responded with a smile.

      “You dream about me?” As he spoke, he lifted himself off the cushions on the floor, the same ones where your first date took place. Crowley took your hand and lead you to the fireplace. Instead of sitting down, you lightly pushed him onto the floor and crawled in his lap facing him. You could feel the heat of the flames on your face as you leaned down and kissed him.

       Breaking the kiss and looking at him, you were grinning from ear to ear, your cheeks flushed. “I don’t think I can be around a fire place without wanting to make love to you in front of it.” Crowley threw back his head and laughed a full hearty laugh. Resting your head on his shoulder, you reveled in his happiness and yours.

       “I am so thankful that, despite the horrible things you have face, that you have not lost your sense of humor and your spark.” Taking his finger, he placed it under your chin and lifted your lips towards him and gently pressed his to yours.

       At first the kiss was soft and slow, you pulled back just enough to whisper “I missed you” on his warm lips. The soft tickle of your words lit a fire within him. Roughly he wrapped both of his arms around you, both hands tangled in your hair. The feeling of his beard scratching at your cheeks and chin felt uncomfortable and incredible simultaneously. Both of you began to breath heavier as the kisses grew more passionate, fueled by your love for one another.

        Crowley’s tongue demanded entrance into your mouth, and there was no way you were going to deny him. At feeling him, you let out a moan, resulting in him pulling lightly on your hair. You ground your hips into him, feeling him growing hard against your movements. You played this small game of sexual cat and mouse until neither of you could take it anymore.

         Though Crowley could remove both of your clothes with just the snap of his fingers, he never did. Instead he, almost painfully slow, pulled your cardigan off, his eyes roaming you hungrily. Then he placed both of his hands firmly at your sides and began removing your shirt. Once the fabric was over your head, you could feel the warmth of the fire on your bare chest. Crowley took you. The first time you had made love to him was nothing like this. This was different, there was no desperation to forget the dangers that surrounded either of you. In this moment you were safe and unequivocally each other’s. The first time you made love that night it was in the presence of the one true King of Hell. 

         Six months ago you would have never guessed                                 that the darkest  soul of Hell would                                                       actually be the light of your life.

@gettinjoyful @lexiiiii28 @li-ssu @earinafae

[fangirlbase]

Imagine - CROWLEY

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: If you listen Rave in the Grave, of AronChupa, will be awensome.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zokn4WDPcHE

                                            Los Angeles

Los Angeles could be a real hell in the summer, even Crowley could say that. Not just for the heat, but also for the absurd amount of visitors - whether for tourism, or in pursuit of his dream of being a star. Not that he complained about it, quite the opposite. It was precisely at this time that he was able to get even more pacts, sometimes even being the official of the month because of his magnificence at work. But on the other hand .... It was also in the summer when he had to return once more to dry land to seek the souls. Not that he had to do the dirty work, for Lucifer, no! But someone had to control the hellhound so that it would not do further damage and denounce the existence of the supernatural.

Crowley decidedly hated summer. He felt almost human to spend time outside his Hell, but in that city. Today would certainly not be a different night from the others. By the morning, he had at least four souls, securing his return in five years. Things did not vary much: to be successful, to return to fame, that his new film succeeded ... Nonsense in his opinion. Your job was just to make covenants, not to be sincere and to say what good would success be if in five years you would lose everything in a tragic and painful way?

It was nightfall when he returned to Hell to get the hellhound for just one more job. His fate was at Studio C, near Hollywood Boulevard. There was not much time when he had made a pact to be a successful Director, and today was the big day. Crowley arrived at the place at dusk, encountering the still-full place.

"Calm down, little girl. We have many witnesses for now.” Crowley calmed the dog, begging him to stop growling. “But what...?”

The demon was outraged, his arrangements used to work out so well, so why the stupid music came out of where his victim was ?!

"Last night an angel came to say

I'm sad your grandma passed way.

But now, my grandma got a Rave

My grandma got a Rave

A Rave in the grave "

"Those idiot humans really think things like this? I cannot believe this jerk lost his years promoting gothic bands that are not even hotter! I do not think I'm going to mind if I end this soon.”

Upset, Crowley marched to the entrance of the studio, petrified at the sound of another piece of lyrics and almost crying with horror.

"Granny wouldn’t mind when she passed way

And now I got all the explained

Because now, my grandma got a Rave

My grandma got a Rave

A Rave in the grave "

He did not even want to get close, knowing he'd be even more outraged with absurd size, but his curiosity was stronger. At times it seemed that he liked to suffer-no wonder he lived in Hell. But as soon as he got close enough to see what was happening, he lost all the words in his mouth. It might even be more of a gothic band, but you definitely stood out.

Crowley was utterly out of breath as he realized that you - with your black hair stuck in a coke, heavy makeup, a short black rounded dress with long black boots - rose sensuously on a long dining table surrounded by ... zombies? While singing and dancing. You looked directly at the camera, seducing even in that situation. It did not take long for the scene to end and you had to get down to the floor in a choreography full of undead (with your grandmother in the background).

Crowley had the notion that you were just another singer, but you could not imagine him as the King of Hell and you as his Lady. That would be too much, you seemed so perfect and cruel to the job. He alone knew how strong he wanted to throw you on his shoulders and take you with him, but it was impossible.

It took about another hour and a half until everything was over and he could finally act. Maybe Crowley would hate Hollywood summers less, waiting for you to call him one day to make a pact, and he was finally allowed to carry it with him to Hell. While this was not happening, he would be content to keep up with his work closely, not even startled when news of a supernatural event in the recording of his music video spread, dividing opinions about you being cursed or even that the director was making Raves in his grave . What Crowley could guarantee he wasn’t, but if there was one thing he could agree to your music, it was that "The only thing that life never tells you, is what happens later."

It would only be a matter of time for him to get what he wanted.

Or not.

[nightmareduskie]

Bloody Love

pairing: Crowley x Reader

warnings: uhh blood, swearing… thats it :P

words: 1143

summary: after crowley is forced through the trials to close the gates of hell(which failed obviously), you couldn’t help but notice he has become softer. you often visit him at the dungeon that your brothers chained him up in. QUE FLUFFFFF.

a/n: i was gonna write this one as a smut, but I have yet to break the smut virginity on my tumblr and if I had made it any longer… MEEHHH. so enjoy it as it comes, my loves. also, i barely checked/edited so sorry if any mistakes. check out my other stuff via my profile. tryna get some attention :P  just moved into a new apartment, so gonna take my week off school to write some fanfictions! expect more soon :3 ALSO REALLY STOKED THAT PEOPLE REALLY LIKE THIS. I feel like I captured Crowley pretty well. so thank you!

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It had been a couple weeks since Sam and Dean brought Crowley back to the bunker after the angels had fallen. At least four times a week, Crowley would request your prescense. You’d wander to the dungeon and walk in on a very lonely looking man; even though he wore a smirk each time you had walked in. You had admitted to yourself that you couldn’t help but see him in a slightly different light. Especially after some of his humanity had seeped through during the last trial. Part of you wanted to see him like that again. Probably because you liked helping people (exactly the reason you became a hunter).

“Crowley,” you purred as you closed the door behind you as you did on several occasions now. His eyes laid on you as he flashed his teeth. You figured it’d be another day where he just wanted to chat about literally everything and nothing. Moving towards the chair you had brought to the dungeon earlier, you said across from him at the table.

“Y/N,” he breathed back. He looked… needy? “You look well. I was wondering if you could do me a favor, love. You see,–”

You laughed, “What? Like I haven’t been doing you a favor by keeping you company? You poor lonely, demon.” He frowned at you at your interruption.

“Which,” he began, “I truly am grateful for. You’re much brighter and smarter than your idiot brothers.” You shifted nervously as he complimented you. As he has before for the couple years you known him, he always managed to get you to blush… just a little. “Anyway, about that favor…” he trailed off, waiting for your response again.

“Well,” you lean your arm on the table, shifting a little closer. You eyed him carefully, “I guess it depends on what you want, Crowley.”

“Y/N. You know about addictions, correct?” he began and you nodded, “Like say, Dean can’t keep away from a liquor bottle and Sam can’t help but constantly express his feelings?”

“Cut to it,” you sighed.

“I want your blood,” he peered at you watching your reaction.

“M-my blood?” his request had you sit back in your chair. Blood? You thought quietly to yourself as you looked at his needy expression. Did that trial send him over the edge? He craved being.. or feeling close to humanity again? Why else would he want it?

“I won’t be doing anything weird with it,” he began to vaguely explain himself.

“How do you take it?” You cut him off once again, but this time he stopped and just looked at you. Obviously shocked you would even agree without putting up a fight or argument. You felt it in your being, you trusted this. He was addicted to the feeling of being close to humanity. Which the blood has. Did you need to do a confession first? Atone? You pondered for a second and decided to do a cheap confession to God, asking for forgiveness for the terrible things you’ve done and caused. You asked God to clean up your blood because you wanted Crowley to feel something. Selfishly. After a quick mental thought, you reached for your knife.

“It’s, uh,” He watched you, “usually injection.”

“Needles?” you cringed at the thought, lowering your knife. You could get stabbed or shot, but needless… fuck no.

“Ms. Winchester,” he smirked at you, “A weakness I see? Needles?” You glared at him. “But perhaps orally would work as well. I imagine as most drugs do. Just takes a little longer to affect the system.”

You stood up and paced over to his side. At his level, you slashed a pretty decent cut into your  hand. Crowley’s eyes never leaving your face as you pressed your blood gushing hand to his open mouth.

At first, he sucked gently. He watched you carefully. This intimate exchange made your cheeks flare up. You couldn’t help but look away from him. After a couple seconds, his tongue started trailing slowly over your open wound. It caused you to moan out softly. You could feel his gentle chuckle against your palm.

“Got a sweet spot there, love?” His voice called your eyes back to him. A smug look pressed upon his bloody lips.

“L-listen,” You stammered, trying to find your tough footing again, “You’re lucky I’m being understanding right now.”

“Hmm,” he pondered as his tongue trailed circles around your palm, sliding up to your fingers. His cuffed hands coming up to hold your palm to his face. You weren’t really sure if he was even drinking your blood at this point, but man, it was turning you on.

“C-Crowley,” you half moaned and half yelled. You tried to jerk your hand away but his grip was fairly tight.

“I see the way you look at me, love,” his warm breath expelled onto your hand. His eyes never leaving your’s, “Affection, endearment. And maybe a little disgust. I mean, what hunter would feel fondly towards a demon after all, especially the King of Hell.” He sounded confident at first but his confidence dimished and his eyes looked sad again. Guess the blood was working. Your gut turned a little for him. As his grip loosened on your hand, you pulled it back, but let both your hands fall on his cheeks.

“Listen,” you breathed quietly, leaning toward him and made him look at you, “You’re not wrong that maybe I can see you in that light. And yeah, maybe I shouldn’t feel that way about someone like you. But deep down, I know there’s good in you.”

He growled slightly, his own hands coming up to palm your face. He pulled you in quickly, his lips crashed into yours. His blood soaked lips moved on your’s hungrily for a moment, but you both eased into each other passionately. You pushed his chair around, straddling his lap. His chained hands sat at your lap, gripping at your shirt. Your hands smeared blood on his cheeks, leading back into his hair. Soft moans filled the room.

“C-Crowley,” you broke from his lips, your forehead resting upon his. His blood red demon eyes flickered at you for a split second before returning normal.

“Love,” he breathed as if the air was running out, “You really know how to get me going.” His hands reaching up and stroking your cheeks. A smirk formed on his lips again as if he was up to no good, his finger trailed over your lips, “Looks like you need to clean up, little vampire.”

You scoffed at him and raised an eyebrow, “You’re one to talk there, buddy.” You both chuckled softly. You went and got a cloth to clean up. You’d never forget the day that you and Crowley finally bonded on another level. Something you’d clearly never be able to tell your brothers.

[dyzie7754]

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[sillesworldofwriting]

February Drabble 12

Drabble 135/365

“My King,” you greeted Crowley as you entered his throne room.

“Ah , Y/N. My most loyal subject,” he returned, smirking.

“I’m not really one of your subjects now, am I?” you asked, making your way over to him, not even paying attention to the demons loitering around the room. Your steps halted before him and you lay your hands on your hips, watching him with a raised eyebrow.

Crowley’s face turned from a smirk into a smile. “Of course not. I meant to say queen. My most loyal and beloved queen of Hell.”

“That’s more like it,” you breathed, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Don’t make this mistake again.”

[imagining-supernatural]

Llave Maestra (Skeleton Key) Parte 3

Inglés autor: @imagining-supernatural Traducido por: @kclaire1

Pedido por: we-know-a-little-about-a-lot: ¡Espero que tenga más partes porque me encanta esta historia! Watches-to-much-series: Por favor, dime que va a ver otro capítulo más.

Recuento de palabras: 2.988

Advertencias:  Si ya has pasado por la parte 1 y la parte 2, no hay nada nuevo aquí.

Llave Maestra (Skeleton Key) Español Masterlist  -- Skeleton Key English Masterlist 

~ TRES MESES ANTES~

“Oh Dios mío, necesito descansar de vosotros, chicos,” gruñiste mientras ellos, una vez más, comenzaban a discutir por pequeñeces.

Una semana antes empezaron a discutir por la elección musical de Dean en el coche. ¿En serio? ¿Era la misma música que habían estado escuchando durante toda una década y de repente a Sam le molesta? Poco tiempo después, las bromas de Dean por la comida saludable de Sam se volvieron algo más malvadas y Sam saltó. Después Sam le robó el coche a Dean en represalia y se fue durante dos días para uno de sus viajes de Encuentra a Buda, Come, Reza, Medita, sin decíroslo a ninguno de los dos. Dean había desatado una tormenta que duró hasta que vio su precioso coche.

Fue peor que cuando se metieron en una guerra de bromas y a ti te pillaron en el medio.

“¿Ves lo que has hecho, Sam?” Dijo Dean dándole un golpe a su hermano en el hombro con el revés de la mano. “Has hecho que T/N se sienta incómoda.”

“No me siento incómoda,” replicaste. “Estoy enfadada y harta de vosotros dos. Voy a coger una habitación para mi sola esta noche. Vosotros dos más vale que arregléis vuestra mierda porque no voy a jugar a Terapia con la Familia Winchesters.”

“Nadie te lo ha pedido,” espetó Dean.

Aparcó el Impala en el parking del motel y tú te quitaste el cinturón, te deslizaste hacia adelante y posaste los brazos en asiento del conductor hasta que tu cabeza quedó al lado de la suya. “¿Sí? Bueno, nadie te ha pedido a ti que seas una zorra llorona, pero aquí estamos.”

Agarrando tus maletas, te dirigiste hacia la recepción para conseguir otra habitación. Mirando por encima del hombro les dijiste a modo de despedida “Arreglad vuestra mierda, chicos.”

Los gruñidos se perdieron detrás de ti mientras caminabas hacia su habitación alejándote del frío aire del otoño. ¿Así era tener hermanos? Siempre habías pensado en los Winchesters como tus compañeros de caza. Amigos, por supuesto. ¿Pero hermanos? ¿Eras tú la hermana sensata que iba detrás de sus dos hermanos inmaduros arreglando las cosas?

El pensamiento no era desagradable. Después de que mataras a tus padres, nunca pensaste que formarías parte de una familia de nuevo. Pero a lo mejor estabas equivocada.

Una campañilla sonó al abrirse la puerta de la recepción del hotel cuando entraste, atrayendo la atención de la mujer mayor que estaba detrás del mostrador. Sus labios se elevaron en una amable sonrisa llena de arrugas. “Hola, querida. ¿Qué puedo hacer por ti?”

“Quería una habitación, por favor.”

“¿Necesitas un descanso de ese par de guapos con los que llegaste hace un par de días?” La mujer comenzó a atenderte con la clase de movimientos relajados que solo se adquieren tras años de práctica.

Estar con otra mujer era un soplo de aire fresco. La única mujer que tenías cerca era Baby, y no podías mantener una conversación con ella. “No se equivoque, les adoro. Pero son… bueno, son chicos.”

“Te entiendo, cielo. Una chica tiene que tener tiempo para ella misma. Alejarse de tanta testosterona.”

“Exacto. Estoy deseando darme un baño largo y agradable sin tener a ninguno de los dos golpeando la puerta para que me dé prisa.”

Se rio. “El más alto parece que pase más tiempo en el baño arreglándose el pelo que ninguna mujer que yo conozca.”

Estallaste en una carcajada. “Oh, no tienes ni idea de la cantidad de mierda que le cae por eso.”

“Bueno, te he puesto en una habitación con jacuzzi. Estamos casi vacíos así que te la cobraré como una habitación normal, querida. Tienes pinta de necesitar algo más que un baño largo y agradable.” Se inclinó hacia delante como si estuviera a punto de contarte un secreto. “Entre tú yo, a veces me cuelo en una de esas habitaciones y me meto en la bañera. Con un buen libro, música relajante y los chorros a toda potencia.”

“Suena mágico. Muchas gracias.”

Tras pagar y finalizar una conversación que duró diez minutos más, caminaste por el parking y usaste la llave que aún tenías para entrar en la habitación de los Winchesters y coger tus cosas. Sam y Dean estaban cada uno en una cama, Sam con el portátil y Dean con los auriculares puestos y los ojos cerrados.

“No me refería a esto cuando os dije que arreglarais vuestras mierdas,” murmuraste mientras te movías por la habitación recogiendo tus cosas.

Sam gruñó. Dean ni siquiera te había oído.

La puerta se abrió de nuevo haciendo que Sam y tú girarais la cabeza. Hubieras deseado estar ya en tu habitación porque tu menos favorito Rey Del Infierno entró de repente en la habitación como si fuera el dueño del lugar. “Hola chicos.” Ladeó la cabeza hacia a ti con esa exasperante sonrisa jugueteándole en los labios. “Hola amor.”

De ninguna manera ibas a seguirle el juego. No hoy. Ya habías tenido bastante con los Winchesters. Así que pateaste la cama de Dean hasta que abrió los ojos y se te quedó mirando. Lo único que tuviste que hacer fue ladear la cabeza hacia la puerta y él se levantó de golpe, molesto, tirando de sus auriculares.

“¿Qué estás haciendo aquí, Crowley?”

“Y tú alguna vez has oído hablar de eso de llamar a la puerta?”

Bueno, los Winchesters lo tenían todo bajo control. Recogiste las últimas prendas de ropa que estaban en el suelo al lado de tu bolsa de viaje y te la colgaste al hombro. “Bueno, ha sido un encuentro encantador, pero tengo grandes planes para esta noche y estoy segura de que has venido para hablar con los Winchesters así que me quito de en medio.”

“¿Qué clase de planes?” preguntó Dean petulante. No le gustaba que le dejaran fuera de algo que pudiera acabar siendo divertido. Le guiñaste un ojo y te pusiste un dedo sobre los labios, mostrándole que era un secreto.

Los ojos de Crowley permanecían fijos en ti mientras te dirigías hacia la puerta e, inevitablemente, hacia él. “¿Y si he venido para hablar contigo, amor?”

“Pues sería mala suerte para ti, porque yo no voy a hablar contigo. Tengo planes y no incluyen una visita sorpresa de mi ex-amante. Raro, ¿verdad?” Satisfecha con la respuesta de despedida le empujaste al pasar y te dirigiste hacia el viento frío que traía el cambio de estación. En cuando la puerta se cerró, cogiste aliento un par de veces para centrarte antes de dirigirte hacia la parte del motel donde tu jacuzzi te estaba esperando.

~NUEVE AÑOS ANTES~

Estar arriba de nuevo era desconcertante. En el Infierno todo era oscuro y silencioso. Era fácil. Aquí arriba había demasiada vida. Demasiada gente, todos apresurándose a hacer tantas cosas. Había colores brillantes y coches a toda velocidad.

Sobrecogedor, eso era.

“Que te jodan, Crowley,” murmuraste, arropándote con la chaqueta. ¿Pensaba que enviarte de vuelta con una tarjeta de crédito que mágicamente recibiría dinero cada mes compensaba el hecho de que te estaba abandonando? ¿Compensaba el soltarte en medio del bullicio y el ajetreo que tan desesperadamente querías evitar?

Era hora de que aprendiera que no podía jugar con los sentimientos de alguien y luego abandonarle. Tenías que hacerle sentir aunque solo fuera una pequeña fracción de lo que estabas sintiendo ahora. Abandonada. Expulsada. Dañada. Indigna. Perdida.

“¿Ya has visto la nueva película?” una quinceañera le preguntó a su amiga cuando pasaban justo a tu lado.

“¿La de los cazadores de monstruos? ¡Sí! ¡Qué buena!”

Siguieron caminando y su conversación se volvió ininteligible. Pero te habían dado una idea.

Mientras estabas en el Infierno, habías escuchado suficientes conversaciones como para saber lo que eran los cazadores. Los cazadores de monstruos de verdad, no lo de Hollywood. Sabías que Crowley pensaba que eran un fastidio. Los odiaba.

Era perfecto.

Caminaste por la ciudad hasta que encontraste una librería con ordenadores que podías usar gratis. Tardaste un rato, pero encontraste la clase de tienda de armas que necesitabas. Si ibas a mantenerte apartada de las drogas para no recaer en tu adición, entonces ibas a necesitar algo a cambio.

Disparar armas y matar demonios te parecía estupendo como sustituto.

~AHORA~

Incluso sabiendo que Crowley estaba cerca, estabas más relajada de lo que habías estado en meses. La mujer de recepción, Riley, te había dado velas con esencia de lavanda y media botella de vino, el agua caliente abrazaba tu cuerpo y los chorros de la bañera estaban en el nivel más bajo, masajeando tus doloridos músculos. Era el tipo de noche con la que los cazadores solamente sueñan.

Definitivamente ibas a tener que encontrar alguna forma increíble de darle las gracias a Riley por la habitación, las velas y el vino. Era un ángel enviado desde… bueno, no desde arriba. Al cielo no le gustabas mucho. Y el infierno no era tampoco una opción. Riley era la versión en la vida real de un ángel enviado desde arriba.

Dios, lo necesitabas.

Estirándote, agarraste la botella de vino dándole un sorbo antes de dejarla de nuevo en el suelo y subir un poco la potencia de los chorros. El incremento de la presión masajeaba músculos que ni siquiera sabías que estaban doloridos y un gemido de satisfacción escapó de tus labios.

“He echado de menos ese sonido.”

La inesperada voz en el baño te hizo saltar y casi tirar la botella de vino. Pero solo tardaste un segundo en reconocer el acento y te dejaste caer de nuevo en el agua, cerrando los ojos. No querías verle.

“¿Qué leches estás haciendo aquí, Crowley?”

“Veo que tienes tu propia habitación,” dijo, sin contestar a tu pregunta. “Vino, velas en una habitación a oscuras…”

“Que te den, nada de esto es para ti.”

“¿Estás segura de eso?” y ahí estaba ese condenado tono de voz. El que decía que él ya lo sabía. Que no sabías de qué estaba hablando. No ibas ni siquiera a darle el gusto de responderle.

Le escuchaste moverse por el poco espacio que había, pero ni te molestaste en abrir los ojos. La primera vez que apareció, tres meses antes, tus defensas contra él no eran lo suficientemente fuertes. Gracias a Dios que los Winchesters estaban allí para mantenerte en tu sitio. ¿Pero allí? ¿Sola en el baño iluminado con velas? Vale, habías tenido tres meses para construir tus defensas, especialmente sabiendo que Crowley no te estaba evitando.

Pero no estabas segura de que ya fueran lo suficientemente fuertes.

“Te has vuelto guerrera, ¿eh?”

“Siempre he sido guerrera,” murmuraste, “Las drogas solo lo embotaron durante un tiempo.”

Incluso con los ojos cerrados podías sentir dónde estaba. Se había movido desde donde estaba sentado en el retrete y estaba caminando por la pequeña zona que había desde el lavabo a la bañera, y ahora se estaba moviendo para sentarse al borde de la bañera.

“Oh, amor, eso ya lo había adivinado yo.”

Sin tu permiso, tus ojos se abrieron y le buscaste. Su abrigo estaba colgado en la percha de la puerta, se había aflojado la corbata, y se había desabotonado los puños de las mangas de la camisa.

“Entonces, ¿por qué no te vas? Después de todo, no pasó mucho tiempo desde que te encontraste con la no – drogada y guerrera yo hasta que me echaste de allí. No podías soportar tener a alguien desafiándote en ninguna parte y mucho menos en el dormitorio. Dudo mucho que eso haya cambiado en los últimos años.”

Una sonrisa traviesa cruzó sus labios, haciendo que el ya olvidado calor volviera a tu estómago. Se inclinó hacia delante, colocando las manos a los dos lados de la bañera a la altura de tus hombros. “Es buena cosa que no estemos en el dormitorio entonces.”

Tenías que salir de esa situación. Él tenía que irse. Tenías que ponerte la ropa. Tenías que encender las luces. Tenías…

Tu mirada recorrió sus labios.

Tenías que besarle.

Puede que no significara nada. Pero tenías tu propia habitación para alejarte de los Winchesters para relajarte. Este baño había hecho maravillas. Pero, ¿qué mejor forma de acabar la noche que teniendo sexo con con el único hombre que te había hecho correrte tan completamente que tu cuerpo se convertía en papilla y te derretías sobre el colchón?

Joder. No. De ninguna manera. No eras tú la que hablaba.

Le empujaste para alejarle, dejándole la huella húmeda de tu mano en su camisa negra. Sorprendentemente, se alejó con facilidad. Tras acabarte lo que quedaba del vino, te estiraste y tiraste del tapón para que el agua se fuera por el desagüe. Después te levantase, empujaste a Crowley para alejarle un poco más y así llegar hasta la toalla y la enrollaste alrededor de tu cuerpo.

Te habías pasado demasiado tiempo recomponiéndote a ti misma como para abandonarte en manos de Crowley ahora.

~SEIS AÑOS ANTES~

“…tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos!" la última palabra del exorcismo aún sonaba en el aire y el demonio que habías atrapado en la trampa para demonios aún humeaba con ese horrible grito que siempre le acompañaba. En cuando el humo negro se disipó, te apresuraste a ver cómo estaba la persona que había en la silla. Te costó un momento, pero le encontraste un débil pulso.

“Oh, gracias,” murmuraste. Finalmente habías averiguado como matar al demonio salvando al humano.

“Podrías trabajar un poco más en la pronunciación,” una voz profunda sonó detrás de ti. En un suspiro, sacaste la pistola y apuntaste al recién llegado.

Bueno, recién llegados. Dos hombres estaban a unos pasos de ti en el viejo almacén, con los brazos estirados hacia delante. El más alto dio un pasito hacia delante. “No vamos a hacerte daño. Lo prometo.”

“Soy yo la que tiene la pistola,” señalaste. “Sois vosotros los que deberíais estar preocupados.”

“Tú sí que sabes lo que estás haciendo,” el más bajo concedió. “Esta es la tercera caza en la que aparecemos justo cuando ya has acabado el trabajo por nosotros. Eres buena en esto.”

“¿Cazadores?” El cañón de tu pistola fue bajando poco a poco.

“Soy Dean, este es mi hermano Sam.”

Sam y Dean. Crowley hablaba un montón de ellos cuando estuviste en el Infierno. Había mucha historia entre ellos. “Los Winchesters.”

Ver como tu arma bajaba le dio a Dean el permiso que necesitaba para bajar sus manos y caminar acercándose con cautela. “¿Has oído hablar de nosotros?”

“¿Y quién no?” Eso era cierto. Incluso si Crowley no hubiera hablado de ellos, habías pasado tiempo suficiente en bares de cazadores como para saber la historia de los legendarios hermanos Winchesters. “¿Me habéis visto antes?”

“Sí.” Dean respondió mientas caminaba hacia al tipo que aún seguía atado a la silla. Sacó un cuchillo y liberó al pobre hombre. “Al final has averiguado como mantenerlos a salvo. Buen trabajo.”

Vale que los Winchesters eran legendarios y desde luego no deberías tener de que preocuparte. Pero aun así mantenías la espalda pegada a la pared y a ambos en tu campo de visión. No confiabas con facilidad. “Estoy bastante segura de que el demonio que llevaban dentro mató al humano antes de que yo apareciera en escena las últimas veces.”

“Creo que llevas razón.” Un ligero acento del medio oeste se asomaba en las palabras de Dean.

Esta vez fue Sam quien habló. “Solo te metes en cazas de demonios.”

“Os habéis estado informando sobre mí, ¿eh?”

“Hemos preguntado. ¿Por qué solo demonios?”

Esa no era una conversación que estabas dispuesta a tener. Nunca. Especialmente con esos dos. Así que ibas a tener que darles tu respuesta habitual.

“No todo el mundo puede ser tan buen cazador como lo sois vosotros dos. Vosotros sabéis como matar casi todos los monstruos. Yo me he especializado en demonios.” Un vistazo al hombre que se estaba empezando a remover te trajo a la mente todos los otros humanos que habían muerto. “Bueno, intento hacerlo, en cualquier caso.”

Los dos hermanos se miraron antes de que Dean asintiera. "¿Por qué no llevamos a este tipo al hospital, y después nos dejas que te invitemos a una copa? Podemos darte algún consejo.”

¿Quién eras tú para dejar pasar la oportunidad de aprender de los Winchesters? Además, si Crowley te estaba vigilando, saber que estabas alternando con los Winchesters por una noche seguro que le cabreaba.

“Eso sonaba genial.”  

~AHORA~

Los dos te miraron detenidamente mientras entrabas en el restaurante al día siguiente. Sabías lo que se estaban preguntando, pero no tenías ganas de rendirte tan pronto. Así que te deslizaste en el taburete al lado de Dean y cogiste el menú. Mientras te miraban, preguntaste de manera casual, “¿Así que ya habéis arreglado vuestras mierdas?”

“¿Te has acostado con Crowley?” preguntó Dean, con un ligero tono ácido en la voz.

Lentamente, dejaste el menú en la mesa y miraste primero a Sam a los ojos y después a Dean. Juntando las manos sobre la mesa adoptaste un todo de voz sufrido. “Ya que estáis tan interesados en mi vida sexual, no. No me acosté con Crowley la pasada noche. Él lo intentó, y casi lo hice, pero no. Como ya he dicho, va a tener que trabajárselo mucho más si realmente me quiere tener. Y ahora, ¿habéis arreglado vuestra mierda? Porque si tengo que jugar a Terapia con la Familia Winchesters, voy a tener que empezar a cobraros por hora. “

Refunfuñaron, pero parecía que eran las quejas normales de siempre. Con suerte habíais capeado esa mierda ya, porque esta caza estaba acabada y teníais otra en México. De ninguna manera ibas a pasarte otras veinte horas en el coche con esos dos niños grandes.

La conversación fluía con facilidad durante el desayuno y respiraste aliviada. Eso sí, hasta que Dean trajo a Crowley a colación de nuevo.

“Entonces, ya que no te has acostado con él, ¿No vamos a tener como mascota a un sabueso del infierno?”

“Oh, Dios mío, Dean.”

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[sorenmarie87]

I’ll Show You What Love Is

It started out with an innocent dance with Crowley but it led to something more.

3 Parts - Complete 

Part 1 - I Want To Know What Love Is Part 2 - Poison Part 3 - Alone

[velvet-roads]

It is with great pleasure and sadness that Saturday’s chapter of Like A Virgin will be the last chapter. This story means so much to me and I am so sad to see it end.

After the last chapter is posted I will be taking a break for a couple weeks. I am doing some schooling and working on another fic. I love all of you so much who have been reading LAV. Xoxo xoxo 😘

[eskels-goat-wife]

Colder Than a Witches Tit

Title: Colder Than a Witches Tit

Characters: Crowley, Witch!Reader

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: Light Swearing, Scottish Bantering, British Bantering, Angst

Word Count: 293

 @whenlifegivesyousupernatural

               It was probably the sixth coldest day of your life, snow was piled up almost three feet in the air, any variety of school was closed, and you were trapped in your home with the King of Hell. Well, he could have simply popped in and out as he pleased, but he seemed to have opted to stay with you during the tedious cold weather.

               “Love, why do you insist on being up here? Can’t you just allow me to take you to Hell?” asked the King, almost uncharacteristically polite.

               “No Crowley.” You groaned in annoyance. For the whole week he had been coming in and providing you with food and drinks, as the snow and ice prevented anyone from venturing out to get supplies. And almost every time Crowley came, he would beg you to follow him to Hell. Which the answer was always no. “I have far too many things up here that I’m not risking another witch taking.”

               “Please not the witch business again, if you would just stop being so bloody numpty about everything-“

               “Hold on. I’m the one that’s numpty? You’re the bleedin’ idiot throwing a paddy over me wantin’ to stay home! If anything, you’re the numpty here, that crown you wear all so high and mighty was never earned. It was gifted to you when the Knight of Hell didn’t want to be King all because he wanted to go do was fishing.”

               “Y’know what? Fine. I’ll leave you be. If you need anything, I will not be returning to you.” Crowley then growled as he disappeared from this plane of existence. Leaving you in peace.

               That’s all you wanted, to be curled by your fireplace, sipping on some hot chocolate and waiting out the snow.

[imaginesupernaturalxreader]

Imagine

Avoir du mal a avouer tes sentiments a Crowley et il te coupe pour te dire ca :

Having trouble confessing your feelings to Crowley and he cuts you off to tell you this:

“Pardon, quoi ?” o_O “Sorry, what ?” o_O

[fangirl-writing-fiction]

A new deal

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Words: 1,135

Warnings: None

Summary: You once made a deal to save your brother, but now your time is up.

Author’s note: This is the first time that I wrote Crowley and I really hope that I caught some of his character. Also, this is part of @thebunkerofletters inktober. Enjoy! And please, leave feedback!

There had been no way to avoid making that deal ten years ago. Your brother had been dying and he was the only one who was able to support you and your two sisters until you got married. And you had heard about other women doing the same. They had went to a crossroad, buried a small chest and made a deal with a demon. You hadn't liked it, not at all, but you had known that there was no other option.

That had been 10 years ago. Now you were cowering in your bedroom, listening to the howling outside of your bedroom door and waited for them to come and take your soul to hell. You weren't trying to get out of your deal or wanted to get a few more hours out of it. But you also weren't brave enough to face the monsters scratching at your door head on. You were just glad that it had worked. Your sisters were married, your brother was healthy and wealthy. You had played your part on this earth well and you were proud of that, if you had to suffer in hell for helping your sisters, you would accept that too.

The howling and scratching stopped and you raised your head up from your knees, squinting at the door. This wasn't supposed to happen. You got up and braced yourself, expecting the door to bust open every second and to be torn apart. Instead, somebody knocked. Even more confused you went to the door, straightening your skirts before you opened.

In front of you stood a light skinned man. His brown hair was orderly kempt and he sported a trimmed beard. His black coat covered a fine tailored black suit and he held a walking stick in his right hand. His hazel eyes glimmered with amusement upon your obvious confusion and without waiting for you to bid him in, he moved inside your bedroom. His gaze flickered over the overly decorated room when he came to stand in the middle of the room, before he finally rested on you again.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but you cannot be here," you told him. You weren't sure what to make of all this, but you weren't going to be caught with a strange man in your bedroom, not even when you were going to die.

"Darling, believe me when I tell you that this is exactly where you want me to be. Because if I leave, the hell hounds will return, tear you apart and take your soul down to hell."

Your breathing stopped for a second. How could he know what was going on? Was he a demon as well? But he sounded Scottish and looked like a gentlemen.

"Allow me to introduce myself, pet. My name is Crowley. And you have made the right connection, I am indeed a demon."

You immediately backed away, trying to get out of your room, but the door closed before you and you heard the unmistakable sound of a lock clicking into place. Your heart was beating so fast in your chest that you feared it was going to jump out of you.

"Now, don't run away, Y/N. Because if you leave now, I can't promise you that you're going to be safe."

You turned around to look at him again. His exterior was calm, but you knew that he could be deadly.

"Tell me, sir, what do you want from me?"

Crowley grinned, shaking his head slightly.

"That's the wrong question, my dear pet. The question you should be asking is: What can I do for you? And the answer is just as easy. You won't have to die today. Actually, you won't have to die any time soon. If you're going to accept my offer."

You frowned at him.

"And what, sir, makes you believe that I care so much about my own life?" you asked in return, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Oh, my dear, I do not believe that at all. That's why I'm making you this offer. Well. This and because I saw how you moved through aristocracy. You made deals, left and right, to assure that your family comes out on top. And you succeeded. I've never seen another human as cunning and logic as you and I admire that, Y/N."

Your eyebrows raised in surprise at that and Crowley smiled at you.

"So what exactly are you offering?" you asked.

"You see, pet, I could use your...expertise. I don't want to stay a crossroad demon. And you have shown me on more than one occasion that you understand humans better than most people. So my offer is the following: You agree to come with me to rise through the ranks of hell, we can arrange it officially if you want me to, with a marriage and everything, and in return you won't have to die and you can visit your family as often as you want."

You looked at him, dumbfounded. You had never expected something like that. What were the odds of a demon appearing in your bedroom to offer you another deal? One that would keep you alive and would enable you to see your family again. There had to be some kind of catch.

"Your offer sounds good, Mr. Crowley. Too good, if you ask me. Where is the catch?"

He smiled at you, opening his arms a bit.

"There is no catch, darling. I've got to keep my part of the deal, just as you have to keep yours. Think about it, but don't take too long. I'm not a very patient man, my dear."

You thought about it for another second, but if you were honest with yourself, there wasn't much to think about. Even if you didn't know what the future with Crowley would hold for you, it had to be better than being dead.

"I accept your offer, Mr. Crowley. I'll help you with whatever you need my help with. And in turn you will keep me alive and let me see my family."

Crowley clapped his hands together and smiled widely at you, while he took a step towards you, only stopping when he was so close to you that you could feel the warmth radiating from him.

"You know how we seal deals, darling, don't you?" he said, smiling down at you.

You nodded and clutched your hands in front of you, staring up at him. Crowley cupped your cheeks in his hands as he leaned down to you, his thumb stroking over your cheekbone. And his lips were pressed against yours. Warmth spread through your whole body and your eyes fluttered shut. Whatever your future hold, if it was anything like this kiss, you knew you were going to end up happy.

[imagining-supernatural]

Skeleton Key Part 3

Requests: @we-know-a-little-about-a-lot​: I hope this is getting more parts, cause i am loving this story!!! @watches-to-much-series​: Pleasse tell me there is going to be a next part

Word Count: 2923

Warnings: If you've made it through parts 1 and 2 there's nothing new here

Series Masterlist  –  Version en Español: Llave Maestra (Skeleton Key)

~THREE MONTHS LATER~

“Oh my God, I need a break from you guys,” you groaned as they, yet again, started bickering over the smallest thing.

A week ago they started arguing over Dean’s choice of music in the car. Really? It’s the same music they’ve been listening to for over a decade and suddenly Sam gets annoyed? And a while later, Dean’s teasing about Sam’s health food turned a little mean and Sam snapped back. Then Sam stole Dean’s car in retaliation and left for two days for one of his Find Buddah, Eat, Pray, Meditate trips without letting either of you know. Dean had been a roiling thunderstorm until he saw his precious car.

This was worse than when they got into a prank war and you were stuck in the middle.

“See what you’ve done, Sam?” Dean said, smacking his brother’s shoulder with the back of his hand. “You’ve made Y/N uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable,” You shot back, “I’m annoyed and done with you two. I’m getting my own room tonight. You two better figure out your shit because I’m not playing Winchester Family Therapist.”

“No one ever asked you to,” Dean snapped.

He pulled the Impala into a parking spot in the motel parking lot and you unbuckled, slid forward, and rested your arms on the back of the front seat until your head was next to his. “Yeah? Well no one ever asked you to be a whiny little bitch, but here we are.”

Grabbing your bags, you headed towards the front office to get another room. Over your shoulder you tossed your parting words at them. “Get your shit together, boys.”

Their grumbles faded behind you as they headed to their room and you walked further into the autumn air. Was this what it was like to have siblings? You’d always thought of the Winchesters as your hunting partners. Friends, sure. But brothers? Were you the level-headed sibling who cleaned up after her two immature brothers?

The thought wasn’t unwelcome. After you’d killed your parents, you never thought that you’d ever be a part of a family again. But maybe you’d been wrong.

A bell tinkled above the door to the motel office when you entered, drawing the attention of the older woman behind the counter. Her lips drew up in a warm, crinkly smile. “Hi there, dear. What can I do for ya?”

“I’d like a room, please.”

“Need a break from those two handsome men you came with a few days ago?” The lady started ringing you up with the kind of laid back movements that only came from years of practice.

Being around another woman was a breath of fresh air. The only other woman you were ever around was Baby, and you couldn’t have a conversation with her. “Don’t get me wrong, I love them to death. But they’re… well, they’re still boys.”

“I hear ya there, honey. A girl’s gotta have some time to herself. Get away from all that testosterone.”

“Exactly. I’m looking forward to a nice long bath without either of them banging on the door for me to hurry up.”

She laughed. “That taller one looks like he spends more time in the bathroom working his hair than any woman I know.”

Your own laughter burst forward. “Oh, you don’t even know just how much shit we give him for that.”

“Well, I’ve put you in a room with a jacuzzi tub. We’re mostly empty, so I charged you the same as a regular room, dear. You look like you could use more than just a nice, long bath.” She leaned forward as if about to tell you a secret. “Between you and me, sometimes I sneak into those rooms and slip into those tubs myself. Get a nice book, turn on some calm music, and turn up the jets in there.”

“That sounds magical. Thank you so much.”

After paying her and finishing up a conversation that lasted for ten more minutes, you trekked across the parking lot and used the key that you still had to the Winchesters’ room to grab your things. Sam and Dean were on opposite beds, Sam on his laptop and Dean with his headphones on and eyes closed.

“This isn’t what I meant by working your shit out,” you mumbled as you moved around the room to collect your things.

Sam just grunted. Dean didn’t even hear you.

The door opened again, making you and Sam jerk your heads over to it. You really wished you were already in your room because your least-favorite King of Hell came strolling in like he owned the place. “Hello boys.” He tilted his head at you with an infuriating grin toying with his lips. “Hello love.”

No way were you going to play his game. Not today. You already had enough with the Winchesters. So you kicked Dean’s bed until he opened his eyes and glared at you. All you did was tilt your head towards the door and he was scrambling up in annoyance, pulling his headphones off.

“What are you doing here, Crowley?”

“And you ever hear of knocking?”

Well, the Winchesters had this under control. You gathered the last few pieces of clothing that were on the floor next to your duffle and heaved the bag over your shoulder. “Well, this is a lovely meeting, but I’ve got big plans for tonight and I’m sure you came to talk to the Winchesters, so I’ll get out of your hair.”

“What kind of plans?” Dean asked petulantly. He didn’t like being left out of anything that could be fun. You just winked at him and held a finger to your lips, showing that it was a secret.

Crowley’s eyes were on you as you took the first few steps towards the door and, ultimately, towards him. “What if I came to talk to you, love?”

“That’s unfortunate for you, because I’m not going to talk to you. I’ve got plans and they don’t involve a surprise visit from my ex-lover. Strange, right?” Satisfied with that parting line, you brushed past him and headed back into the cool air of changing seasons. As soon as the door was closed between you two, you took a few deep breaths to center yourself before headed to the other side of the motel where your jacuzzi tub was waiting.

~NINE YEARS BEFORE~

Being topside again was jarring. Everything in Hell was muted and dark. It was easy. Up here there was so much life. So many people, rushing around to do so many things. There were bright colors and cars speeding about.

Overwhelming, is what it was.

“Screw you, Crowley,” You muttered, pulling your jacket tighter around you. He thought that sending you back up here with a credit card that would magically be paid off every month made up for the fact that he was abandoning you? For plopping you right in the middle of the hustle and bustle you so desperately wanted to avoid?

It was time he learned that he couldn’t just toy with someone’s feelings then leave them alone. You had to make him feel even a fraction of what you were feeling now. Abandoned. Thrown out. Damaged. Unworthy. Lost.

“Have you seen the new movie yet?” A teenage girl asked her friend as they walked past.

“The one about the monster hunters? Yeah! It was so good!”

They moved further away, and their conversation became unintelligible. But it had sparked an idea.

While you were in Hell, you’d listened in on enough conversations to know about hunters. The real monster hunters, not the Hollywood kind. You knew that Crowley thought they were nuisances. He hated them.

It was perfect.

You walked around the city until you found a library with free computers to use. It took a few searches until you found the kind of weapons shop that you needed. If you were going to stay away from drugs and not give back into your addiction, then you were going to need another release.

Shooting guns and killing demons seemed like a wonderful substitution.

~NOW~

Even knowing that Crowley was nearby, you were more relaxed than you’d been in months. The lady at the front desk, Riley, had given you some lavender scented candles and half a bottle of wine, the warm water was hugging your body, and the jets in the tub were on low, massaging your sore muscles. It was a night like hunters only dreamt of.

You would definitely have to find some amazing way to thank Riley for the room, the candles, and the wine. She was an angel sent from… well, not from above. Heaven didn’t like you that much. Hell wasn’t an option either. Riley was whatever the real-life version of an angel sent from above was.

God, you’d needed this.

Reaching over, you grabbed the wine bottle and took another sip before setting it down and turning the jets up a little higher. The increased pressure massaged against muscles you hadn’t even known were sore, and a satisfied moan escaped your lips.

“I’ve missed that sound.”

The unexpected voice in the bathroom made you jump and nearly knock over the bottle of wine. But it only took you a second longer to recognize the accent and you sank back into the water, closing your eyes. You didn’t want to see him.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Crowley?”

“I see you got your own room,” he said, not answering your question. “Wine, candles in a dark bathroom…”

“Fuck off, none of this is for you.”

“Are you sure about that?” And there was that damn tone of voice. The one that said he knew better. That you didn’t know what you were talking about. You weren’t even going to grace that with a reply.

You heard him move around the small room, but didn’t bother opening your eyes. When he’d first shown up three months ago, your defenses against him weren’t strong enough. Thank God that the Winchesters were around to keep you in check. But here? Alone in a candle lit bathroom? Sure, you’d had three more months to build up your defenses, especially knowing that Crowley wasn’t avoiding you.

But you weren’t sure if you were that strong yet.

“You sure have gotten feisty, haven’t you?”

“I’ve always been feisty,” you murmured. “The drugs just dulled it for a while.”

Even with your eyes closed, you could still feel where he was. He’d moved from his seat on the toilet to pacing the small area between the sink and the tub, and now he was moving to sit on the edge of the tub.

“Oh, love, I figured that out.”

Without your permission, your eyes opened and sought him out. His suit coat was hung on the back of the door, tie loosened, and the cuffs on his shirt were undone.

“Then why don’t you leave? After all, it wasn’t too long after you met drug-free feisty me that you sent me away. You just couldn’t deal with having someone defy you anywhere, much less in the bedroom. I doubt much has changed in the last few years for you.”

A wicked grin covered his lips, making the long-forgotten heat curl in your stomach. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the edge of the tub on either side of your shoulders. “Good thing we’re not in the bedroom then.”

You needed to get out of this situation. You needed him to leave. You needed to get some clothes on. You needed to turn on the lights. You needed…

Your eyes traveled down to his lips.

You needed to kiss him.

It wouldn’t mean anything. But you’d gotten your own room to get away from the Winchesters to relax. This bath had done wonders for that. But what better way to end the night than have sex with the one man who had ever made you come so completely undone that your body turned to mush and you melted into the mattress?

Fuck. No. No way. This wasn’t you talking.

You pushed him away, leaving a wet handprint on the shoulder of his black shirt. Surprisingly, he went easily. After downing the last of the wine, you reached down and pulled up the stopper so the water could drain out of the tub. Then you stood up, pushed Crowley further away so you could grab a towel and wrap it around you.

You’d spent too damn long putting yourself back together to give into Crowley now.

~SIX YEARS AGO~

“…tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos!" The last word of your exorcism rang in the air and the demon you trapped in the devil’s trap smoked out with that horrifying scream that always accompanied it. As soon as the black smoke was gone, you rushed forward to check on the person in the chair. It took a minute, but you found a weak pulse.

“Oh, thank God,” you muttered. You finally figured out how to kill the demon, but save the human.

“Your pronunciation could use a little work,” a deep voice sounded behind you. In the next breath, your gun was out, aimed at the newcomer.

Well, newcomers. Two men were standing a few feet away in the old warehouse, hands held out to the side. The taller one took a tiny step forward. “We’re not gonna hurt you. Promise.”

“I’m the one with a gun,” you pointed out. “You’re the ones who should be worried.”

“You do know what you’re doing,” the shorter one conceded. “This is the third hunt we’ve shown up on just for you to finish it for us. You’re good at this.”

“Hunters?” The barrel of your gun slowly lowered.

“I’m Dean, this is my brother Sam.”

Sam and Dean. Crowley spoke of them a lot when you were in hell. There was a tangled history there. “The Winchesters.”

Seeing your gun down gave Dean all the permission he needed to put his own hands down and cautiously walk closer. “You’ve heard of us?”

“Who hasn’t?” It was true. Even if Crowley hadn’t spoken of them, you’d been around enough hunter’s bars to know about the legendary Winchester brothers. “You’ve seen me before?”

“Yeah.” Dean answered as he walked over to the guy still tied up in the chair. He withdrew a knife and cut the poor man free. “You finally figured how to keep them alive. Good job.”

Sure, the Winchesters were legendary, and sure you shouldn’t have anything to worry about. But you still kept your back to a wall and both of them in your eyesight. Trust didn’t come easily to you. “Pretty sure the demons inside killed the human before I came on the scene the last few times.”

“I reckon you’re right.” A slight midwestern accent peeked through Dean’s words.

This time it was Sam who spoke up. “You only go after demon hunts.”

“You’ve done your research on me, haven’t you?”

“We’ve asked around. Why demons?”

That wasn’t a conversation you were going to have. Ever. Especially with these two. So you just gave your usual fall back answer.

“Not everyone can be as great of hunters as you two. You guys know how to kill nearly every monster. I just specialize in demons.” A glance at the man who was just starting to stir brought to mind all of the other humans who had died. “Well, trying to, anyway.”

The brothers shared a look before Dean nodded. “Why don’t we get this guy to the hospital, then you let us buy you a drink? We can give you a few tips.”

Who were you to pass up a chance to learn from the Winchesters? Besides, if Crowley was keeping tabs on you, then knowing you were hanging around the Winchesters for a night was sure to tick him off.

“That sounds great.”

~NOW~

Both boys watched you carefully as you entered the diner the next day. You knew what they were wondering, but you didn’t feel like giving in quite so quickly. So you slid into the booth next to Dean and picked up a menu. With their eyes still on you, you casually asked, “So did you two figure out your shit?”

“Did you sleep with Crowley?” Dean asked, a slight acidic bite in his voice.

Slowly, you set your menu down on the table and met Sam’s eyes first, then Dean’s. Folding your hands on top of the table, you adopted a long suffering tone of voice. “Since you two are so interested in my sex life, no. I did not sleep with Crowley last night. He tried, I almost did, but no. Like I said, he’s going to have to try harder than that if he really wants me. Now, did you two work out your shit? Because if I have to play Winchester Family Therapist, then I’m going to start charging you two by the hour.”

They grumbled, but it seemed like it was just the normal grumbling. Hopefully their shit was sorted, because this hunt was over and you had another one down in Mexico. There was no way you were going to spend another twenty hours in the car with these two giant babies.

Conversation flowed easier over breakfast and you breathed a sigh of relief. That is, until Dean brought up Crowley again.

“So I’m taking it since you didn’t fuck him, we don’t have a pet hellhound?”

“Oh my God, Dean.”

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