#kitty's21stbdaychallenge

[uselessace]

Chore Negotiation

Pairing: CrowleyXReader

Word Count: 539

Warnings: Slight NSFW content; gender neutral reader (after all pet names dont have a gender, do they?)

A/n: This is my entry for @hiswickedkitty 21st B-day Challenge, Hope you like it!

Prompt: Malibu Bay Breeze: I hear a lot of excuses and not a lot of the dishes being washed.

You rolled your eyes as your husband once again tried to get out of doing his fair share of chores.

“Love I’m just saying this could be holy water!”

“Crowley, my darling, my dearest, my king..” You turned to him voice dipping into the sickly sweet territory.

“Why would I ever keep holy water around just for you to do dishes?” The smile you had was most definitely fake and filled with annoyance.

He looked at you and, presumably, saw the annoyance hidden in your eyes and smile as he slapped on his most charming smile.

“Love of course I’m not saying you were keeping it around.” He removed the almost forgotten basket of laundry from your hip.

“Let me make it up to you.” He huskily whispered, pressing his body against yours.

It would have worked if you couldn't still see the pile of dishes over his shoulder. Two could certainly play at this game.You wrapped your arms around him and pushed your lower half into his. Letting out an obscene groan. Then playfully biting at his ear you started to walk him towards the kitchen.

“I want you to show me just how good you are with those hands while I’m sitting on this table.”

You smirked as his hands trailed down your body tantalizingly slow managing to elicit a low moan from your breathless lips. You hardened both of your resolves as your hips barely jerked towards his.

“Oh trust me Kitten..” He slipped his hand into your pants.

“I’ll show you just how good I am.” He nipped at your neck, if you couldn't see the dishes you'd gladly let him tear you apart in the most delicious way… Maybe you could reward him later?

You made up your mind, after all a reward for him could definitely be a reward for you. You pushed him gently away and turned him around.

“Well then honey show those dishes just how good  your hands are.”

“Later?” He growled pinning you to the table before you could even respond.

“I hear a lot of excuses and not a lot of the dishes being washed. You know I seem to remember you telling me you’d never make excuses to me.”

The frozen expression on his face as he struggled to come up with a non-excuse to continue what he had started was hilarious. It was almost as if you were torturing him, his cheeks were flushed red, and his arousal slowly grinding into you.

“What's the matter My King.” you purred, watching as his eyes went red. Maybe, just this once you could reward first? You smiled and leaned in to nibble his ear.

“After the dishes are done, and done to my satisfaction we can play.” When you said satisfaction his hips jutted forward just enough to make you moan out the last word.

You’d never seen him move so fast before, you almost had whiplash. Smiling to yourself as he carefully did dishes you got up and went to continue laundry. You needed to get that as close to being done as possible before he came looking for his reward.

And judging by the ache you felt down below, you were definitely ready to reward him.

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Storm

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Sam, Dean, Lucifer, Michael, OMC Alex Moffatt, OMC Benjamin Moffatt, Nephillum!Reader.

Warnings: Angst, none other than that really.

Word Count: 3254

A/N: It’s official, I am the worst at deadlines. THANKS BT! My internet decided it wanted to mess around last night so I couldn’t post this. But anyway, better late than never, right?

This is written for @hiswickedkitty ‘s 21st Birthday Challenge. My drink of choice was Black Russian: “I don’t do karaoke”

Also for @gone-to-fight-the-fairies ‘Supernatural Summer of Superheroes’. My quote was from Gomora: “Touch me and the only thing you’re gunna feel is a broken jaw”

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It was unusual for Sam and Dean to get invited to a party. In fact, apart from a few college ones the brothers had never really invited to a party after all hunters aren’t the most social types. However, now they were in a huge 19th-century mansion on the outskirts of Chicago surrounding by at least forty other hunters of all ages, there were even some little kids as young as three running around with their parents. It was surreal, to say the least.

The house itself was entirely too extravagant for any hunter. Fourteen bedrooms, four reception rooms, a mock-up of a western saloon in the back over looking large gardens, and a garage full of fancy cars and trucks of every make and model. The house was owned by Rachel Barrett, an ex-hunter turn inventor/philanthropist extraordinaire. She was one of the main people who made sure the government never found out about the hunters and invented hundreds of new weapons to help hunters stay under the radar. She was also a close friend of Bobby Singers, though she’d never met the Winchester’s, she invited them in his place.

Neither brother was entirely sure who they knew here, but having been here for half an hour, they definitely knew that everyone here knew them. It was like they were celebrities. One guy even asked for a picture with Sam! 

After a while, people got over the fact the famous Winchesters were there and left them to it. The brothers were now in the bar in a booth with two younger hunters, Alex and Benjamin Moffatt, having their ears talked off about anything and everything. The Winchester’s didn’t really mind, it was nice to talk to people about something fairly normal for a change.

“Who’s she?” Dean asked, noticing a pretty looking girl sat alone at the bar.

“That’s Y/n, gorgeous ain’t she?” Alex looked over and smiled.

“You know, I heard she’s the illegitimate child of Michael, you know the archangel?” Benjamin added, lowering his voice as he spoke.

“Fuck off man, no she ain’t!” Alex scolded his friend slapping his arm, “She’s way too goody goody for that! Look at her!”

“Yeah? She may not look it but she ain’t some angel, man! I’ve seen her, she’s as dark as some black eyed bitch,”

“So she’s a hunter?” Sam asked, now the four of them were staring at the girl.

“Yeah, and an amazing one at that!”

“I heard she killed a nest of vampires alone with just a piece of barbed wire,”

“Will you shut up?” Alex exclaimed, trying to hide his embarrassment at his brother’s behaviour.

“It’s true! Ricky told me,”

“And Ricky is such a reliable source? Such an idiot I swear,”

“I’m going to go talk to her,” Dean decided.

“Do you want to get your head snapped off? She’s a feisty one that’s for sure. Benjy tried to talk to her last year? Didn’t last a minute,”

“Hey! It was longer than that!” Benjamin tried to defend himself but he eventually joined in with the rest of the table’s laughter.

“I bet I can get her to talk to me! Ladies love me,” Dean smirked cockily.

“Yeah?” Sam countered, “Ten bucks says you don’t last five minutes,”

“Oh, it’s on Sam,” Dean laughed as he stood up from the booth. The brothers shook hands and the three men watched Dean as he walked over to the bar. He sat down on the bar stool and opened his mouth to speak but was cut off almost instantly.

“I don’t do karaoke,” Y/n said sharply, not looking up from her glass of whiskey.

“Never asked sweetheart,” Dean laughed. Y/n looked up at this time, saw Dean, and looked him up and down them smiled approvingly.

“You’re a Winchester aren’t you,” She said with a smug smile, “Sam or Dean?”

“Dean,”

“Hm shame, prefer you’re not so little brother more really,” Dean scoffed, not sure what to say. “Chill Dean I’m joking!” Y/n laughed. Dean sighed in relief, getting out of the awkward situation. “What’s your poison choice, Winchester?”

“Beer’d be good,”

“Sure thing,” With that Y/n stood up, jumped and vaulted over the bar. Dean watched in awe as she in the bar flipped them rather flamboyantly then cracked the caps open on the corner of the bar top.

The pair got talking and found they had a lot in common. They both had shitty childhoods, both enjoyed a good burger and although they had very different tastes in music they could both agree that nothing beats ‘Eye of the Tiger’. Sam came over to join them as the party died and eventually Y/n decided she’d had enough too. Dean walked her back to her hotel across the street, leaving Sam to collect the car on his own.

“You don’t have to walk me back, you know I am a big girl now,”

“I’m sure you are Y/n, but I can’t just let a pretty woman like yourself walk about in the dark, can I?”

“I’m pretty sure I can handle myself, Dean,” Y/n teased, turning to unlock the door to her room. It opened with a click but Y/n didn’t go inside. Instead, she turned back to Dean, hand on the door handle still, and smiled. The flirty tension they’d created all evening had been building and building until this moment. They stepped closer to one another. Dean leant in to kiss her. The moment was perfect, until…

“Dean Winchester smells!”

Sam shouted up at them from the carpark and honked Baby's horn loudly. Y/n moved away, burst out laughing and waved down to Sam who was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Dean pouted but ended up laughing too.

“I guess you’d better get going then Winchester, see you next time,” Y/n smiled then pressed up to her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. Dean smiled and nodded.

“Next time,” He said.

Dean watched Y/n go into her room then walked down the steps and over to Sam, slapping him on the arm before snatching the keys to the Impala and sliding into the car.

“You’re such a jerk,”

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Months passed and the Winchesters never saw Y/n again. It wasn’t rare that a girl stayed in their minds this long but something about her just stuck with them both.

They were on a demon hunt in Connecticut. It was a fairly routine hunt. Dead people, Demon omens, track, capture, and kill. They were at the tracking stage and had finally found their guy. Or girl in this case.

They’d got her into an alley behind a bar. There had already been two casualties already tonight, both the Winchesters and the demon were starting to get tired.

“Sleazy, slimy, good for nothing, hunters,” The demon growled. “Think you’re doing good all the time, I can’t wait until you finally all crash and burn,”

“Just shut up and die already!” Dean complained, launching himself at the demon again. Sam tried to exorcise it but this demon was strong and managed to throw them both across the alley, knocking their weapons in the opposite directions. The boys were both out cold

“Hey!” A woman shouted from the top of the alley.

“Hey, pret-.” The demon stopped and started to choke on air. The demon screamed in panic as they had no idea what was happening. A bright blue/white light flooded the alley in seconds. Sam and Dean quickly covered their eyes as the light pulsed, getting even brighter. Then, as quickly the light appeared it disappeared.

Sam was the first to look up and was amazed to see Y/n stood there. She looked over at them for a moment, eyes glowing white, then disappeared back into the shadows. Sam scrambled and ran after the girl, Dean three feet behind.

“Up there,” Sam whispered pointing to the light that just turned on in the window above them. Dean nodded and ran to the other set of stairs. Pulling their guns from the belts they crept up the metal staircase. They got to the door and tapped on it.

“Y/n, open up,” Dean spoke first. No reply. “Y/n open the door. For god’s sake, we just want to talk,” Nothing. “Please?”

There was still no reply. The brothers looked at each other for a second, silently agreeing on their next move. Sam picked the lock and opened the door. Y/n stood on the other side, gun raised and loaded, pointing at the door.

“What the hell do you want?” Y/n snapped, not wavering from her position.  

“It’s nice to see you too, Y/n!” Dean said sarcastically. “Put the gun down we’re not going to hurt you,”

“What do you want,” Y/n asked again, still not moving.

“Answers would be good! What the hell was that?”

“It’s true, isn’t it?” Sam said, “You’re a Nephilim?”

“Yes,” Y/n glared at the brothers, finally putting the gun down, however, still keeping a strong grip on it in her halter.

“Why didn’t you say? Someone with your power could be really helpful right now and-“

“Just because I’m Michael’s daughter doesn’t mean I want to help! My dad’s a deadbeat- left my Mom for dead when she was eight months pregnant. For all, I care Lucifer can fuck the world and everyone in it,”

“Seriously? You can’t really think like that! Lucifer will destroy the world!”

“Yes, I know what an apocalypse is, Dean!”

“But you are a freakin’ archangel Nephilim! Who knows what you can do! You could be the end of all this,”

“No, just no. I’m a normal, bog standard, run of the mill, hunter, I will never help you because I have nothing to give to your death wish mission,”

“You killed that demon with a look,”

“So?” Y/n exclaimed. Dean opened his mouth to speak but Y/n quickly started to speak again cutting him off, “This is why I don’t come to these stupid ‘holiday retreats’ of Ricky’s! I don’t want any more suicidal fucktards like you two running in trying to recruit me like I’m one of the angels! From what I’ve heard Dean Winchester, you’re more than friendly with one so why don’t you pull him out of your bed and fucking use him! I’m not a weapon. I’m not special. I’m certainly never going to help kill Lucifer!”

“Y/n I’m sorry-“

“No, you’re not! Now get out before I kill you- permanently,”

“Y/n-“

“Get out!” Y/n screamed. A light bulb smashed in the corner startling, Sam and Dean quickly got the picture and left.

With a heavy sigh, Y/n sat down on the couch. Head in her hands, she took deep breaths to calm herself down. She knew what she was, of course, she did, but whether she chose to accept that was completely different.

 “Lucifer,” Y/n snarled as the grace inside her tingled at the familiar feeling of being around an archangel.  Lucifer appeared, perched on the arm of her couch with an evil grin on his face.

“Hello, Doll. Long-time no see! How’s your Mom?”

“Dead, you asshole,”

“No need to be bitchy about it, missy. Uncle Luci is only here to help,”

“Touch me and the only thing you’ll feel is a broken jaw,” Y/n growled stepping backwards, away from Lucifer. He rolled his eyes and gave a dramatic sigh.

“See this,” He motioned between them both, “Is why we don’t hang out more. You’re all bite and no banter, aren’t you?”

“No, actually it’s just you’re the devil and I don’t tolerate assholes,”

“Such horrible names! And to think we’re family, too,” Lucifer said ran his fingers through Y/n hair. She flinched and stepped backwards, unfortunately cornering herself between Lucifer and the wall.

“We’re not family,” She spat, putting her hands out in front of her trying to keep him off.

“Such a naughty girl! What would your daddy think?”

“Get off me!”

“Oh shut up,”

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“Let my daughter go, Lucifer,”

“Michael!” Lucifer exclaimed, “So happy you could make it!”

“Brother, let her go. She has nothing to do with this,”

“Nothing to do with it! Oh, Michael, she has everything to do with this! A little archangel Nephilim like her would be very helpful for you wouldn’t it? Thought I might just bring her down here, show her how much fun she could have with her Uncle- after all we’ve got a lot of catching up to do,”

“Get off me, you creep,” Y/n shrugged Lucifer’s hand off her shoulder.

“Oh sweetie, that’s not very nice is it?” Lucifer grabbed Y/n by the hair, yanking it tight so her head snapped back up to face him- facing the ceiling. Y/n yelped and struggled a little, but it only made the pain worse.

“Let her go Lucifer!”

“What’s the matter baby bro? Scared I’ll hurt her?”

“No, you wouldn’t do that,” Michael said, sounding rather confident however as soon as he finished the sentence Y/n screamed as thousands of harsh electric shocks coursed through her body. Lucifer laughed down at her. “Lucifer! Stop!” Michael barked.

The pain immediately stopped but Y/n was left sobbing with pain in the chair, her ponytail still wrapped tightly in Lucifer’s hand, her head still being pulled backwards. It was becoming harder to breathe and very uncomfortable.

“Lucifer, let her go,” Michael said angrily, his eyes flashed blue and thunder cracked through the room. Lucifer laughed loudly.

“Try all you want baby bro but the girl is mine. Finder’s keepers,”

“Don’t be so childish Lucifer,”

“Does Dad know about your little love child?” Lucifer asked, Michael stayed silent, “Of course he doesn’t. Or she’d be dead a long time ago wouldn’t she?”

“She’s under my protection Lucifer,”

“You bastard,” Y/n spoke up, “You never protected me! My mother died and you did nothing. I tried to have a normal life, I had a family and a fiancé but they all were murdered by demons! I became a hunter and you did nothing!” Y/n was shouting now, tears streamed down her face as all the pain of her life came flooding out, “You did nothing! I thought I was some kind of freak because of my powers. I killed people, innocent people, because of it. You never did anything to help me! But I suppose now I can control it, now I can be your perfect weapon, I’m useful,”

“You were with the Winchesters, they’re a great threat to you,”

“Don’t pretend you care,” Y/n spat.

“That’s right Y/n, he doesn’t care,” Lucifer coaxed her on.

That was the final straw. Y/n had had enough. She took a deep breath to prepare herself.

Just like with the demons before, Y/n shut her eyes and let the barrier between her soul and archangel grace break down. The power of the mixture flowed quickly through her and she felt light. A large orb of power gathered in her hand glowing white and blue. Both Lucifer and Michael laughed, knowing what she was trying to do, but neither was prepared for the power she could amass. The anger, the hurt, the despair and the pain that had been collecting inside her erupted in an enormous fashion.

White light filled the room and the angels were banished. Even though they’d gone Y/n didn’t stop. The walls around her began to crumble and fall, the ceiling collapsed and the power in Y/n’s hand shot up into the night’s sky. A loud explosion like sound echoed through sky and light flashed, lighting the entire country up for a few seconds.

Y/n should have been worried, but she had one thing on her mind. Dean.

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Sam and Dean arrived back at the bunker just as the storm erupted. Thunder and lightning shattered the peace and rain hammered down hard and fast. The rain was relentless. The previously dry ground was starting flood with the volume of water that was being chucked onto it from above. The bunker was starting to leak in places. Buckets and pans were scattered around catching drips coming through.

It wasn’t uncommon for large storms to come and go across the south but this time it was different. It seemed as if the storm was focused on the bunker. Lightning struck the trees of the forest surrounding it and thunder cracked over the top without ever moving away. It had been like this for hours.

Dean had his whiskey and a classic car magazine. Sam had a coffee and his laptop. All was well, and nearly even peaceful if it wasn’t for the lashings of rain and huge eruptions of thunder shaking the bunker. Suddenly, the power went out.

The brothers immediately stopped what they were doing. Sure, if this was a normal building they wouldn’t mind but the power system for the bunker was guarded with heavy and very powerful magic. It couldn’t be affected by bad weather or a broken line.

A large, loud crack of lightning light up the bunker and a black figure appeared in the centre of the room. The figure faded in and out of focus for a minute. Almost instantly, the boys had their guns ready and loaded. The figure finally managed to manifest itself properly. It was Y/n. She immediately collapsed to the floor, shaking and barely breathing. The power came back on as her body hit the ground. Sam and Dean put down their guns and ran over to her.

“Y/n?” Her face was barely recognisable. Her skin was as white as paper and blue lines covered the majority of her neck and jaw. Her eyes were open but glazed over- constantly switching between the white glow that they saw and their usual colour. Occasionally her once strong body would twitch and jerk, making Sam and Dean jump a little. They had no idea what was wrong with her, they’d never seen anything like this before. Her mouth was moving and very quiet noises escaped every so often.

Sam and Dean helped her sit up, thinking that might help a little. Her skin was boiling to the touch, almost so it was unbearable for either of the brothers to touch it for more than a minute. Her head lolled forward and her eyes closed, the brothers feared the worst for a minute but suddenly her head snapped up. Her breathing becoming harder like she was scared or running from something. She looked at Dean and smiled, everything going calm.

“Hey-, “ She started to speak. Her voice was hoarse and broken. But she was cut off as large lightening like lines erupted from her. Sam and Dean quickly jumped out the way, now more concerned than ever. White bolts of light licked the walls and floors, making all the light bulbs explode and books fly off the walls and burn as they fell.

Everything was dark. The storm outside had stopped. Lights from the corridor and the entrance cast large shadows over the walls in the library. Everything was still.

“Y/n?” Sam asked peering around the chair he’d been pushed behind. 

“You okay?” Dean asked, moving towards the girl cautiously. Y/n was lay on the ground again. Blood pooled around her as burns and cuts began to appear on her body. “Y/n!”

More injuries appeared but after a few minutes, everything stopped. The brothers looked down at the girl. She wasn’t breathing. Dean hung his head sadly, sitting back away from her. The pair sat in the silence, neither daring to say a word and still trying to work out what happened. 

“Thought you said you didn’t like chick-flick moments?” Y/n whispered. Her eyes slowly opened and the brothers gave a sigh of relief. “Is your offer to help still open?”  

“We’d be honoured to have you on the team,”

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