#demonologist-in-denim

[crowleybigbang]

Hi! I’ve been binging Supernatural for the first time, and I’m on episode 5 of season 9. A bit after Crowley ALMOST got cured from demon…ism. And I NEED. I NEED fanficitin about cured!Crowley, or at the very least mostlyCured!Crowley. Because oh my good, it’s all I’ve been able to think about. I deep a deep dive into this character RIGHT NOW MAN. I AM FROTHING FOR IT.

I don’t care if it’s shippy or friendshippy either I just need a stories examining Crowley’s guilt and regret and how he screaming “I DESERVE TO BE LOVED” and literally willingly baring his neck for more human blood injections. GUH. HELP. I NEED YOU TO BE LOVED TOO, CROWLEY. SOMEONE LOVE HIM. I want to watch this man break down in tears and sob pathetically on the floor.

They made Crowley so woobie in that episode and I’m not over it.

Well, you came to the right place!

One of the old admins @demonologist-in-denim is no longer active, but he had tons of fanfic about cured!Crowley and on-his-way-to-redemption!Crowley. This is his AO3.

Same goes for @thayerkerbasy - his fics are here.

@walkingaline offers some fics with cured!Crowley, and almost cured!Crowley. AO3 here.

@petrichoravellichor and @greywrenn also had some excellent fics, and series, and tons of fun content to check out about Crowley's life post Hell. Petrichoravellichor's AO3 is here and Grey's AO3 is here.

@additionaladdams also has some fun fics with Crowley and Cas righting some wrongs! Here's the AO3.

Of course, if any minion has suggestions, or I forgot anyone, do come forth!

And... yeah. The show was... nope. I feel you and I feel for you. Welcome to this pit of despair - we have excellent fanfic.

[spnreverse-promptchallenge]

Uncle Crowley's Goodness Level by @demonologist-in-denim

Ship: N/A

Helpful Hints from Artist: I would be interested to see Crowley's reaction should Jack or the Winchesters share the crayon drawing with him. But it would also be fun to see them hide it from him, either out of their own embarrassment or because they don't want to embarrass him.

[ottermatopoeia]

We need more photos of your cat. Just saying.

More pics of my kremlin gremlin

[wipbigbang]

Can the submission for the WIP Big Bang be a chapter in an already published fic? Such as the last chapter in a fic not updated in some time, and the author could use the bang to finish their sh*t for the fic?

I’m not entirely sure what you mean. You can finish a fic that’s got parts of it published online already, but the snippet has to come from the fic you’re finishing. So if the last chapter was posted, say, a year ago and you’re going to finish that fic, then yes, you can use it for one of your snippets (you’ll be submitting three of them when it comes time to submit snippets). If it’s a different fic, then you can’t use it, even if it’s related to the fic you’re finishing. I hope I answered your ask well enough but if I didn’t, I can send a more private reply to another ask.

[threshasketch]

An art commission for the lovely (and patient!) @demonologist-in-denim ! I tried both hand lettering and typed lettering and decided the latter looks nicer. ♥

[thayerkerbasy]

Only if you are inclined to answer, or answer in some variation: E (Apple Pie Life), F, H, J (any fic of your choice), K, L, M and N.

For those wondering, I didn’t reblog the ask game these are from, but we were talking about this post in chat and I suggested I might be amenable to answering some, but might fuck the rules.  Giving me a selection to choose from does seem like an acceptable compromise.

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

I’ve honestly never thought about writing a sequel to Apple Pie Life, just because everyone’s happy, living their best lives, and I’d hate to interfere with that.  Maybe a fic where Rowena teaches Sam magic and it has unintended consequences for the cafe?  (I have too many fics on the go already.  If someone wants this fic, you’ll have to write it yourself, but please tag me if you do)

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

I don’t?  It takes me forever to write anything because it all has to be right the first time through.  I write, I hand it to @grey2510 to read, I accept her suggestions because she’s smarter than me about such things, and then I post it.  Life’s too short to spend forever editing.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

I’ve been picking away at a Crowley and Juliet fic in my A Man and His Dog series, but it’s taking forever since I only work on it between Coldest Hits fics and it keeps fighting me.  If I ever finish the damn thing, it’ll pick up where I left off mid-s10 and cover up until around the end of s11e01.

As for Coldest Hits, I refuse to give away too much, but if I can finish it in time my entry is going to be part of my What Comes Next series.  I’ve been putting it off for too long, mostly waiting to see what’s happening in Heaven in the show, but January’s prompt managed to fit perfectly.

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

Oh my gods, yes.  Besides all the Crowley/happiness fics (you can never have enough of those) there’s one idea I started writing and just can’t seem to finish, probably because it’s an AU and I just can’t make my brain do AUs.  I saw this post and I immediately knew it had to be a Drowley AU, with Crowley in charge of the suit shop and Dean running the video games store.  But once I started plotting it out, I decided it was a canon divergent fic where Crowley got a heads up from the future about how to avert the apocalypse, so Sam and Dean grew up normal being raised by John’s parents (John died making things right) and Heaven and Hell are in an uneasy stalemate watching the Winchesters in case either side makes a move in their direction.  The angels run the jewelry store and Cas defects later on.  It’s a fic I’d love to read, but just can’t seem to write.

I choose not to answer the other questions because fuck the rules, you ain’t the boss of me.

[dmsilvisart]

Commission for @demonologist-in-denim for their fic One Of The Boys

Go read and enjoy and shout all the good things at the author!!!

[crowleybigbang]

Hello, servants of Hell and affectionate Crowley's minions!

We're finally ready to post and share with you all the impressive fanfics and fan art created by our participants for the 2022 Crowley Big Bang! We’re thrilled with the narrative range of fics and diversity of art styles produced for this round of the bang! Be sure to follow this blog to see all the awesome Crowley-centric fanworks any demon’s black little heart could desire.

2022 Crowley Big Bang Fanworks & Posting Dates

Let’s get this Hell-themed party started!

@additionaladdams @sinister--potato @hectatess @wigglebox @pimentogirl @samatedeansbroccoli @dmsilvisart  @hobbitual-psychick-art-stuff @reblogging4thewin @ncdover1285 @vibe-howie @ichbinnurzugast​ @angelhannah​ @rauko-is-a-free-elf @writingfromkitchenator​ @fruitmixtape​ @sirlsplayland @walkingaline​ @demonologist-in-denim ​ @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell @jenniferb-art ​

[hobbitual-psychick-art-stuff]

Christmas Crowley inspired by the fic by @demonologist-in-denim A (Very Supernatural) Christmas Carol

Pop over and give the author some love

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35672374/chapters/88942957

[raidens-realm]

For: @demonologist-in-denim 's Crowley Bingo

Square: Road to Redemption

Title: ƒεαรƭ σƒ αℓℓ ૨εαℓɱร

Author: raidensrealm

Rating: Gen

Word count: 3.2k

Pairing: Crowley & Jack

Characters: Crowley, Jack Kline, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Jr, Dean Winchester, Adam Milligan, Bobby Singer, Castiel, Jimmy Novak, Amelia Novak, Claire Novak, Kaia Neives, Jody Mills & family, Garth Fitzgerald & family, Kelly Kline, Gavin McLeod, Rowena McLeod, Kevin & Linda Tran, Charlie Bradbury, Benny Lafitte

Warnings: None Apply

Summary: Jack asks for Crowley’s help with a unique New Year's event he hopes will continue. Crowley’s in no position to refuse. 

@petrichoravellichor

[risingphoenix761]

Going Up

Summary: "One aspect of humanity it was taking time to get used to was how bloody slowly they had to move."

Pairing: Dean x Crowley

Word count: 1,863

Tags/warnings: Show-level shenanigans. Bickering. Innuendo. Post-cure Crowley. @spnquotebingo ("I don't sweat under any circumstances") Belated fills for Rare Ship Bingo and Dean Bingo. 

A/N: Thanks to @slytherkins for looking this over and @firefly-in-darkness the fancy divider. Gif credit to @slashersivi . Incidentally, you can blame Slytherkins and @demonologist-in-denim for their combined influence in putting this in my head in the first place. It's finally finished!

One aspect of humanity it was taking time to get used to was how bloody slowly they had to move. He had gotten used to the ability to blink himself anywhere on the planet, and now every form of transportation left to Crowley seemed to move at half the speed of eternity. Admittedly, things were a lot faster nowadays than they were in Fergus MacLeod's lifetime, but they were still a downgrade from his time as a demon.

The adrenaline rush that came with taking out a monster, one of the better parts of hunting, was as close as he could get to vanishing from one place and rematerializing in another. Before they got to that point, though, it was a long slog of research, followed by an even longer road trip to the case itself, which left Crowley plenty of time to decide how much he disliked driving.

"You know, we could fly and be there in less than half the time," he remarked as he stowed his duffel in the trunk of the Impala on the morning of their second day on the road.

"Or," Dean replied before he slammed the trunk shut on their luggage and the arsenal hidden underneath, "we could not fly and not worry about getting half our gear through security."

Fair point.

"We'd make better progress on literally any major highway," he argued hours later as they moved along some podunk back road lined on either side with fields and one-traffic-light towns.

"I make better progress when I'm not staring at the same set of tail lights for hours on end," Dean argued back.

Fine, so maybe the scenery was a little better than what the interstate offered...sometimes. It still ate up more of his existence than he cared for. It was insulting, really, to go from teleporting from one side of the globe to the other, to needing to stop and gas up before crossing certain states only to pull over for the night halfway through the journey.

"Would it really kill you to get on a plane once in a while?" he asked after their journey finally saw them parking outside a high-rise in a reasonably sized city. Their first interview was with a wealthy heiress whose father robbed his own bank two days after he dropped dead of a heart attack, and according to the address in Dean's hand, she lived on the top floor.

"I don't trust planes," Dean groused. "I trust my Baby, and she's never let me down."

"Trains, then? Something, Dean. Think of it. Time, efficiency, fossil fuel and emissions, save even more than the innocent public."

"Don't listen to him, sweetheart," Dean said over his shoulder as they walked away from the car. "He's just cranky that he can't pick the music."

"Well, while we're on the subject…" Crowley muttered.

"If I'm going anywhere," Dean insisted, "my Baby is taking me. And no commentary from the peanut gallery about going faster is going to convince me otherwise."

Crowley rolled his eyes. "Fine, then. When we're done with this case, I'm taking a cab to the airport."

"You know what? You do that. You enjoy the delays, and the crowded terminals, and the bad food, and the kids that keep kicking your seat or the lady in front of you reclining back into your personal space or the guy snoring and farting next to you, and Baby and I are going to enjoy the open road, just the two of us. And you know what?"

Crowley turned to Dean, eyebrows raised expectantly.

Dean drew out the answer far longer than was necessary, clearly relishing the fantasy in his head. "I'm...going...to love it."

"Honestly, Dean, I worry you'd love it too much," Crowley replied. "And rather than tag along as a third wheel, I'd rather fly home and leave the two of you to your…" He paused for consideration, then finished. "Fascinating affair."

Dean's brow furrowed for a moment, then he rolled his eyes with a grimace. "You know, I'm not even gonna ask…"

Crowley smiled and they entered the building. It was everything he expected it to be on the inside: sleek and pretentious without an iota of elegance.

"I suppose you want to take the stairs," he remarked as they crossed the lobby, "given your commitment to the path slowest traveled by."

"Actually…" Dean thought it over, then gave a pleasant smile. "We should take the elevator. Why go slower than we have to every time?"

Crowley raised his eyebrows in surprised amusement. "Oh, indeed? Without the slightest fuss? I didn't expect such character development." They reached the elevator and he signaled it, then stepped inside the car and stood aside to let Dean on.

Dean made to follow as Crowley hit the button for the top floor, then ducked back out. Crowley did a double take, then started forward. "Dean! What the hell are you--"

"Race you to the top, smart ass," Dean replied with a sly grin as the door slid closed and the elevator began to move.

Crowley threw his hands in the air, exasperated, then leaned back against the wall of the car. What, was he going to take another elevator?

Bloody Winchesters.

A soft ding sounded and the car shuddered to a halt, called to a stop on the second floor. The door opened and he stood aside to let the newcomer in, but the hallway revealed itself to be empty. Crowley glanced out just in case, and there was no sign of anyone at all.

The door slid shut again and the sudden motion of the car nearly threw him off balance as it resumed its journey up, but he recovered and returned to his place against the wall. He should have known by now that taking shots at Dean's precious car was a surefire way to ruffle his feathers, but was Crowley to blame if Squirrel made the business of feather ruffling so bloody easy? And was it too much to ask that they shave some time off their commute once in a while? He was prepared to argue his case again, but that damned fool had jumped ship at the last possible moment.

He snapped out of his reverie as the elevator stopped again. He heaved a sigh and let his head fall back against the wall and the door opened, but there was no sound of anyone getting into the car. He lifted his head and frowned slightly, in search of whoever called the elevator, but there was only silence.

His eyes narrowed and the elevator began to move. A glance at the readout above the door told him he was on the third floor out of fifteen, and he would already be nearly to the top if it wasn't for--

The elevator stopped at the fourth floor. 

"Oh, for the love of--" He broke off with a huff of annoyance, folded his arms, and tapped his foot. A sneaking suspicion introduced itself in his mind, and it was a stupid, childish, ridiculous idea, but so very Dean…

When the elevator stopped at five, he leaned out far enough to listen, but there was no sign of the bowlegged menace. At six, he could almost hear retreating footsteps in the distance. At seven, he distinctly made out labored breathing and heavy footfalls, and it became more and more obvious. Dean was running the stairs and calling the elevator on every floor.

At the ninth floor, he leaned against the wall beside the call button and bent nearly double as he gasped for breath by the time the elevator stopped. Crowley slid his hands into his pockets and raised an eyebrow at him. "Can I give you a lift?"

Dean didn't seem to have the air to answer.

"I don't know how long it's been since you ran stairs, Squirrel, but if you pass out halfway to this interview, I'm going to leave you here and talk to Little Miss Heiress on my own, then maybe pick you up on the way back down."

A dismissive wave was the only reply.

Crowley put out a hand to hold the door open. "Dean," he said sharply, "get in the bloody lift."

Dean rolled his eyes, but got onto the elevator.

"Stubborn arse," Crowley muttered. They made the rest of the trip to the top floor uninterrupted, leaving precious little time for Dean to catch his breath and plenty of time for Crowley to roll his eyes and shake his head at the absurdity of it all. They paused outside the heiress' door and Crowley smoothed his hands over the wrinkles in Dean's jacket, straightened his tie, and gave him a pat on the cheek. "Given the varying states you continually put yourself in, you clean up rather nicely," he remarked. "Have I ever told you that?"

Dean blushed slightly and knocked on the door.

"It's remarkable, you know," Crowley said as they left a quarter hour later. "You ran nine flights of stairs and winded yourself so severely you nearly lost consciousness, but you didn't even break a sweat."

"I don't sweat under any circumstances," Dean scoffed as he called the elevator.

"Is that so?" The elevator arrived and they stepped on, and Crowley added, "I seem to recall you were a bit hot under the collar a few nights ago when, in quite the role reversal, I wasn't moving fast enough for you." He glanced sideways just in time to see Dean shift awkwardly and swallow hard, and he grinned to himself. "How long did I keep you on the hook? I'm afraid I lost track of time, I was so entranced by the way you whimpered, squirmed, and begged--"

"I don't beg, either," Dean cut in gruffly.

"Not in so many words, darling, but trust me, there wasn't a single, glorious inch of you that wasn't desperate for that sweet release I just wouldn't let you have. From the way your toes curled, to the tension in every muscle, to the twitch and throb of your swollen, needy, much-abused co--"

Dean grabbed him by his lapels and forced him back against the wall. He leaned in until there was only a scant inch between their faces, and Crowley could smell the morning's coffee on his breath. "You know, you've been running your mouth an awful lot the last few days," he said, low and serious, "and I'm getting kinda tired of it."

Crowley looked from those plump, perfect lips to those Disney princess eyes, and down to the fists clutching his jacket. "And manhandling me in a lift is your solution? Come on, Dean, you know I'll enjoy it too much."

"Not hardly," Dean replied. "I'm thinking we should finish this hunt, get you somewhere I can go as slow as I damn well please, and we see how long it takes until you're begging for it."

Crowley smiled. "Well. You certainly know how to get a girl's attention, don't you. But you forgot one thing."

"Yeah? What's that?"

He leaned to the side and hit the emergency stop button. "Patience isn't one of my virtues."

[hekate1308]

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[thayerkerbasy]

@demonologist-in-denim replied to your post “Hello lovely readers”

UUUHHHH!!!! It is torture! I woke up thinking - there will be a new post today! WHY?!

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[piierogis]

Hello I've become a spn artist

My piece for @crowleybigbang!

It's an illustration for an excellent fic by @demonologist-in-denim, who provided us with yet another rewrite better than the actual show:

[HERE IT IS]

BONUS CONTENT! :D

Here are some shots of the progress:

And here's a reference I made to save myself from the hell of having to figure out furniture perspective all by myself:

Note the fishbowl on a bookcase. Behold, a man.

In fact, the fishbowl man got an entire photo shoot before I settled on an angle. Enjoy.

[demonologist-in-denim]

Title: At The Crossroads

Author: @demonologist-in-denim​

Artist: @piierogis

Beta: @thayerkerbasy​

​Rating: Mature

Word Count: 7,000 (complete)

Warnings: alcoholism, the lightest shade of implied suicide, minor violence

Tags: Canon divergent, Crowley Big Bang, cured!Crowley, human!Crowley, human!Castiel, demon!Dean, road to redemption

Relationships: Genfic, Crowley & Castiel, Destiel if you squint

Characters: Crowley, Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned)

Summary: The Crossroads pub, at the corner of two Kansas back roads, is known to be frequented by hunters, one particular fallen angel, and the last of the Winchester brothers. The lonely, meager lives Castiel and Crowley have carved out for themselves collide again when a demon with a familiar face reappears to wreak havoc. Canon-divergent from late-S10, taking place in S13-14. One-shot, complete.

READ THE FIC ON AO3!

CHECK OUT THE ART POST HERE!

[mayalaen]

Promo with my fine artwork for

The Lords and Ladies of Winchester by @demonologist-in-denim

Bu im on mobile and can't figure out how to link it wtf 🤬

@spncoldesthits