#mark sheppard imagine

[badstargateimagines]

Hehehe that is SO me when I hehehehe

[supernaturalfreewill]

Crowley x fem!reader reader pronouns: she/her "This is unexpected," Crowley said, looking you up and down before glancing back at Sam and Dean. "You've added another member to your little band of misfits." He started toward you where you were seated on the far end of the couch, simply staring at the fire.

"Crowley, don't—" But the King of Hell raised a hand to quiet Dean, giving him a look that clearly said he was going to do whatever the hell he wanted.

"And what, praytell, is your contribution to this operation, little one?" Crowley asked.

"Crowley, don't—She's..." Sam hesitated. "...new."

You looked over at the demon as if you'd been suddenly snapped out of a daze. "I'm burdened with a glorious purpose. When I discover what it is, I'll be sure to let you know." At that, you went right back to staring at the flickering flames.

Crowley looked back at the Winchester brothers. Dean was rubbing a hand over his forehead and Sam had that strained frown on his face. "New?" Crowley inquired, with a lift of his eyebrows. "New as in just spawned out of the ether?"

"We're—we're trying to figure that out," Sam said.

Crowley smiled deviously. "Oh, I like this one. A blank slate. It's perfect... And she is quite a lovely little creature, isn't she?" he said, glancing back at you and licking his bottom lip thoughtfully.

"Alright," Dean growled, pacing over to plant himself between you and Crowley. "Moving on!"

Prompt: "And what is your contribution to this operation, little one?" / "I'm burdened with a glorious purpose. When I discover what it is, I'll be sure to let you know." HAPPY SUPPORTING CHARACTER SATURDAY! This one is in special honor of Mark Sheppard as he recovers from surviving a massive heart attack recently... Heal up, King. We love you. <3

[lucidlivi]

Chosen For Pleasure (V)

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ROUGH JENSEN COMING UP.

J: do you have an answer for me?

: not yet.

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J: it's been two days, I'm growing old here?

: here's something you've probably never been told before... be patient.

J: you're right, I've never been told that, I'm used to getting what I want... and I want this arrangement, and I want it with you.

: must get boring..

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J: four days now, have you thought anymore about it?

I sighed reading Jensen's text.

He was persistent that's for sure.

I haven't seen him since he dropped me off the other day but he's been texting me ever since. He was used to getting everything he wanted, and something told me he's never had to pursue a woman before. I bit my lip before typing a reply.

: yeah I've thought about it, and it's been fun....

I waited for Jensen to reply but it never came.

I felt a little guilty about sending that. Of course I was joking. But he was going to have to work a little harder.

I sighed before grabbing my computer to work on the edits for next months pictures. Gray gave me a raise, appointing me the official senior editor for the magazine. I've been avoiding him at work when I can, still feeling slightly uncomfortable from our conversation a few days ago, although he hasn't said anything bizarre since.

Stella and Matt have been seeing each other everyday now so she's been more absent lately. She didn't pry too much about Jensen. She can just sense when things aren't okay with me.

I tried my best to continue editing but my mind was too distracted. A loud pounding on our door pulled me out of my trance. I hopped up off the floor, sauntering over to the it.

It was probably just Stella forgetting her key like always.

I opened the door, shocked to find Jensen standing on the other side. He pushed in running a hand over his chin, huffing in frustration.

"uh come in.'" I laughed.

He turned to me, a scolding but lustful look on his face.

"It's been fun really?" He asked approaching me.

I bit my lip smirking up at him.

Boy could I really push his buttons.

He leaned down whispering in my ear.

"Let me just remind you how fun it is."

Before I could respond Jensen pushed me up against the wall, his lips attacking my neck. He roughly sucked on a spot making a gasp escape my lips.

"is this fun?" He asked before kissing my jaw roughly.

His hands went under my shirt, practically ripping it away from my body.

I forgot how good he was at this.

I moaned, my hands finding the buttons of his dress shirt, hungrily undoing them. I slipped his shirt off, biting my lip at his toned chest. My bra was the next thing to go. He immediately kissed down to my breasts while his hands worked my leggings down my legs.

"are you having fun yet?" He growled.

"hmm not yet" I pushed.

I could see his jaw clench at my words.

He picked me up setting me on the counter before pushing me back flat. He ripped my underwear at the side causing them to fall away.

Fuck he was strong.

His head dipped down between my legs, his breath fanning over my heat.

"Jensen Please." I begged.

At my words he peppered kisses all around my core, using his tongue to enhance the pleasure. I found my hands make their way to his hair, tugging on the ends. Moans fell from my lips as he worked his tongue on me devouring me hungrily. He inserted two fingers, working them in and out roughly.

"is it fun now?"

As he said that he pushed his fingers in deeper making me omit a breathy moan.

"so fucking fun" I said between breaths.

Jensen stood up stripping his jeans and boxers. Without warning he picked me up wrapping my legs around his waist, lowering me on to him. I whimpered at the contact, forgetting how big he was.

He carried me over to the couch, laying us down.

He pulled out before slamming in to me roughly. My hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in to his skin. His thrusts getting more rough with each snap of his hips. I could feel the anger rolling off of him as he groaned.

"fuck what are you doing to me?" Jensen questions as his thrusts start to become sloppy signifying he's close to his release.

"Jensen please." I panted nearing my release as well.

A few more snaps of his hips had Jensen and I both exploding with pleasure. He collapses on top of me, laying his head on my chest, trying to slow his breathing. I put my hands in his hair absentmindedly playing with it.

"I meant it" He said glancing up at me.

I gave him a confused look.

"what the hell are you doing to me?" He asked.

"making you work for it." I said biting my lip.

He sighed bringing his head back down to rest on my chest.

"why don't you kiss on the lips?" I asked him.

He shifted uncomfortably before raising his head again.

"it's uh an intimacy thing for me." He said simply without explanation.

"you have kissed someone before though right?"

"yes, one person."

"and..?" I pushed trying to get him to elaborate.

He was quiet for a minute.

"I uh should get going." He said pushing off of me and standing up.

I quickly sat up too.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." I said biting my lip.

Jensen was a private guy, I quickly figured out he didn't let many people in on what goes on in his head. He was closed off emotionally. I felt bad for pushing him, but I was trying hard to understand why he was the way that he was.

"It's not because of that." He assured running his hand down my cheek.

"but you don't want to talk about it."

"no I don't." He said sternly.

He grabbed his boxers and jeans pulling them back over his thick thighs.

"okay fine, we don't have to, but that doesn't mean you have to leave.. you could stay the night?" I questioned hopeful.

Jensen had something about him that made me want him around, even if this meant a little more to me than it did to him.

"I told you, I don't sleep with anyone."

It was like as soon as we took one step forward we took two steps back at the same time.

"but I'll be around to get you tomorrow for Jared's dinner." He said finishing the buttons on his shirt.

"wait you want me to go?"

"he invited you didn't he." Jensen said leaning over to place a kiss on my forehead.

I bit my lip nodding while watching him walk to the door.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He said giving me a small smile before walking out.

I groaned throwing my head back against the sofa.

What the hell did I get myself in to?

One minute Jensen was amazing, and the next he could be completely closed off.

I heard my phone ringing from the end table. I picked it up seeing mom flashing on the screen. I hadn't talked to her since everything with Jensen started, being so preoccupied, I neglected her.

"hey mama, sorry I've been preoccupied." I said answering.

I just needed to hear her voice.

"I've heard you got a new friend?" She questioned.

"how'd you... Stella?"

"she actually picks up the phone when I call, but I want to let you know I'm happy for you, although I would've much rather heard it from you." She said cheerily.

"I'm sorry mama." I said feeling the emotions wash over me.

I could feel the tears brim around my eyes. My emotions were on overload. I was so confused about how I felt.

"he is making you happy isn't he darling?"

"yeah mama, it's just complicated." I said wiping a stray tear that escaped.

"love is never easy baby." she comforted.

I missed her voice, her soothing words.

"I miss you mama."

"well you know you're always welcome here baby, that's actually what I was calling you about, I'd like you to come out to California, there's uh somebody I want you to meet."

"somebody to meet?" I inquired.

"Richard." she spoke softly.

"you met someone?" I beamed happy for her.

It had been a long time since she seemed this happy. Dad took a big piece of her with him when he died.

"at the country club, he's uh really good for me, and I wanted you to meet him."

"I'd be happy to mom, how about this weekend?"

"it's a date! just remember my love, you're amazing, and if this guy is right for you, things will work out, and if he's not well you owe it to yourself to take care of you." she said going in to mom mode.

"I love you mama, I can't wait to meet Richard."

"I love you too baby."

...........................................................................................

I sighed fixing my hair in the mirror. Jensen would be here any minute to pick me up and I was a nervous wreck. I was going to be in Jared Padalecki's house with some of the cast from Supernatural. I groaned, as I couldn't get this piece of my hair to lay just right.

"need some help with that?" Stella asked me standing in the doorway to the bathroom.

"please." I pouted.

she came over fixing my part in my hair, laying the pieces flat.

"there, now some lipgloss and you'll be good to go." she said uncapping her favorite gloss, swiping it on my lips.

"thanks, Stell" I whispered pulling her in for a hug.

"of course, it's not everyday my best friend gets to hang out with a bunch of celebrities." she smirked.

"I'm so nervous I think I'm going to be sick." I whispered looking at my reflection in the mirror.

"I mean I could totally go in your place, Jared is a total snack." Stella said laughing.

"hmm too bad he's married, and you're taken." I said joining in her laughter.

our doorbell rang, signaling Jensen had arrived. I could feel the nerves creeping up again.

"relax, everything will be fine." Stella whispered pushing me towards the door.

I opened it, seeing Jensen in a dress shirt and jeans. He took in my appearance giving me a smile.

"ready to go?"

"uh not really, but yeah." I said laughing.

Jensen grabbed my hand, offering Stella a quick wave. He of course brought the bright red ferrari. He opened the door for me allowing me to slip in.

"so when you said some of the cast of supernatural will be there, how many are we talking?" I asked nervously fidgeting.

"just me, Jared, Misha, both Mark's Jeff, Richard, and Genevieve of course. He shrugged.

"and who do they think I am?" I questioned, unsure of what I should introduce myself as.

"my date."

I couldn't fight the smile that made its way on to my face.

It was quite the drive to Jared's place but it was peaceful. I felt the nerves calm but immediately resurface as we pulled in to his driveway. His house was beautiful, nowhere as big as Jensen's but beautiful nevertheless.

"are you sure I should be going in there?" I asked nervously fidgeting.

I wasn't sure I belonged at this get together.

"relax, we're just regular people." Jensen said getting out of the car.

"believe me there's nothing regular about you." I whispered under my breath.

I hesitantly got out of the car meeting Jensen's side. He grabbed my hand intertwining our fingers and giving my hand a squeeze. It did calm my nerves a bit. Jared met us at the door followed by his wife.

"was worried you forgot about me again." Jared joked hugging Jensen.

"(y/n), nice to see you again." Jared said surprising me with a hug.

"how are you Jensen?" Genevieve asked hugging him.

"and you must be (y/n), I'm Genevieve, it's lovely to meet you." she said smiling and giving me a hug too.

she was so sweet, no wonder the fans loved her.

"come on in, the rest of guys are already here." Jared said smiling.

I put on a brave face masking my nerves. Jensen was met with hugs by each of his former cast mates. I stood off to the side.

okay I definitely didn't belong here.

"and who's this pretty young thing?"

"this is (y/n), my date." Jensen introduced.

"what's wrong with her? darling don't you know this man's a dumbass?"

I choked back a laugh as Jensen rolled his eyes.

"I'm Jeffery, you can call me Jeff." He introduced, placing a kiss to my hand.

Of course I already knew who he was, I didn't want to come off as creepy though.

"nice to meet you." I smiled.

"can I just say you have a beautiful smile." He complimented.

I could see Jensen roll his eyes again.

"alright, we're good here Jeff." Jensen said grabbing my hand and pulling me away from him.

I laughed looking back at Jeff to see him smirking.

"you know he's just trying to get under your skin right?" I asked glancing up at Jensen.

"yeah well it's working.." he huffed.."come on I want you to meet Misha."

I made my way around talking to each of the guys there. Misha, Jared, and Jeff were my favorite by far, the way they teased Jensen made me laugh. I was definitely more calm now.

Jensen was right they were just regular people at the end of the day. I was sipping on a glass of wine while Misha and Jared teased Jensen some more.

"hey (y/n), could you give me some help with something quickly?" Genevieve asked from the kitchen.

Jensen gave me a wary look as I walked to her.

"of course how can I help."

"could you help me set the table for dinner?" she asked sweetly.

"I'd love too."

I grabbed some plates and silverware starting to set them out on the table.

"It's so refreshing to see Jensen bring somebody around, he never really does." she said setting glasses filled with water and wine glasses on the table.

Wow. I felt my pulse increase, the heat go to my cheeks.

"really, never?" I asked still in shock.

"he's a complex guy." she said laughing.

"you can say that again." I said laughing too.

our laughter quieted down, our focus going back to setting the table.

"but he's a good guy, yah know underneath all that hostility and complexity." she spoke up.

I nodded my head agreeing with her. I've seen it myself. It's just pulling it out of him is the hard part.

"and you must be pretty special for him to bring you around." she added.

I bit my lip blushing as we finished setting the table. I was about to respond when Jensen and Jared walked in the dining room.

"we heard laughing, what are you plotting?" Jared asked wrapping his arms around Gen, kissing her lips.

Jensen grabbed my hand once again intertwining our fingers.

"no plotting, I was just telling (y/n) how refreshing it is to see Jensen with a woman, we haven't since.." Genevieve started but Jared quickly cut her off.

"I'm starving baby, dinner ready yet?" He asked sneaking a glance at Jensen, but of course I saw it.

"uh yeah, everyone have a seat." she called.

I couldn't help the uneasy feeling that washed over me. Jensen clearly didn't want me to know about his past. The question was why? Also did everyone in the room know but me? Jensen and I took our seats, I dropped his hand, bringing both hands to my lap.

"problem?" Jensen whispered in my ear.

"not at all." I lied easily.

Jensen looked as if he didn't believe me. He instead placed a hand on my knee slowly sliding it up under my dress to my thigh.

"so (y/n), what do you do?" Misha asked taking a bite of his salmon Gen had prepared.

"I'm a photographer, and now senior editor for a magazine." I said smiling as I nibbled on the asparagus.

"ooh so you can totally help me with my social media game." Genevieve said laughing.

"yeah I would be happy to."

"so Jensen said you lived in Laredo, do you live there with your family?" Misha asked a follow up question.

"uh no, I live with my roommate Stella. My dad passed away when I was a little girl, and my mom lives in California. I'm actually planning on going out this weekend to see her.” I said giving him a smile.

I could feel Jensen's grip on my thigh get tighter. Dinner conversation was thankfully deflected away from me. I noticed that Jensen was unnaturally quiet for the rest of the meal.

"problem?" I whispered in his ear, in the same tone he'd taken with me earlier.

He only squeezed my thigh as a response, listening to Mark Sheppard who was telling a story.

"who's ready for dessert?" Genevieve asked when Mark was done with his story.

"would you please excuse us for a second?" Jensen asked standing up and grabbing my hand to pull me up.

I allowed him to pull me out of the house in to the driveway. He started walking down the dirt path pulling me with him quickly.

"Jensen slow down, I can't go that fast in these shoes." I said trying my best not to trip over my feet.

Jensen picked me up throwing me over his shoulder. I gasped as he continued to walk down the path. Once we were away from the house he set me down turning to me.

"what was all that?" I questioned fixing my dress.

"how come you didn't tell me about California." He growled.

wait was he seriously mad at me right now?

"wait are you mad about that?"

"yes I'm mad!" He yelled.

"woah, you have no right to be mad at me okay." I huffed crossing my arms.

"yeah I do, you're keeping things from me."

"oh you're one to talk Jensen." I scoffed.

"that's different." He defended.

"so you're allowed to keep all these secrets but as soon as I don't tell you something you get all pissy?" I growled, glaring at him.

Jensen stayed quiet staring at me.

"and then you do this, you completely shut down on me. why do you keep pushing me away? what are you so afraid of?" I asked putting a hand to his cheek.

He flinched at my touch.

"Jensen I'm really trying here, but I need more." I said biting my lip.

"what like hearts and flowers, I'm sorry that's not me." He said turning away from me.

I walked around so I was standing in front of him again.

"I don't care about hearts and flowers, I just want you to be honest with me."

Jensen was quiet again as he stared at me.

"you're right, I have no reason to be mad, it's not like we're dating." He said turning to walk back to the house.

I sighed feeling a tear slip down my cheek.

one step forward. ten steps back.

Author Note:

thank you all for the love, please continue to heart, comment, reblog and follow!

-Liv

Part (VI)

[dowagerqueenofhell]

3. Weekend at Bobby's

3. Weekend At Bobby’s

One Year Later

Much had happened since the deal. Lucifer and Michael were thrown into Lucifer’s cage by Sam who fell with them. Dean resigned himself to go and live with Lisa and Ben as he’d promised his brother. Castiel went back to heaven. Bobby got back to being the helper of all hunters around. Sam came back, but he’s been working with his mother’s family ever since. As for Lane, she worked part-time at one of the Sioux Falls middle schools as a substitute for the English teachers while living at both Jodie’s and Bobby’s. They hadn’t heard of Crowley for ages…

*•*•*•*•*•*

Lane was working a shift instead of a sixty-year-old, pervy teacher when she decided she’d go visit Bobby. She hadn’t seen him in a week and she wanted some news on the boys. She got in her car and drove to his house as soon as the school bell rang, feeling like a teenage girl who visits her cool uncle once in a while. It was theoretically true. 

Shearrived there to see a fresh patch of concrete in the backyard —she always got in by the back door. She frowned and made her way inside, feeling eerie a bit. 

“Bobby?” Lane called, somehow knowing he’d be in the basement. 

“Down here!” came his muffled voice from downstairs. 

She set my bag down on the kitchen table and went there, on my way she heard a woman scream. Lane figured he was trying to exorcise a demon. She found a girl, barely older than her, tied to a chair in a Devil’s trap.

“Yo,” she greeted him simply.

“Hey, what’d you need?” he asked gruffly. 

Lane was taken aback by his harsh tone. “Er nothing, just thought I’d say hi. Help around, maybe… Are you okay?”

He looked at her and sighed. “Sorry, I just… Can’t get anything done with everyone interrupting because they need something. Rufus even came to ask for help burying a body, for God’s sake!“ 

Lane blinked at him. "I don’t have anything going on like that, so what’s up with her?” She asked pointing at the demon on the chair. 

“I need information from her,” he replied before turning to her, “what’s Crowley’s name? Back when he was flesh and blood.”

“Does tying a girl on a chair make you feel better about that time when you murdered your wife?” She asked, surprising her. Lane didn’t know Bobby ever had a wife. 

He didn’t answer her, instead he grabbed a sack of what sounded like bones. “What’s that?” The demon asked uninterestedly. 

“You don’t recognize them? They’re yours,” he said casually before placing the sack on the table next to him such as to be able to see the bones clearly. Then he grabbed his flamethrower and lit it. 

“It won’t work,” she said smugly, “it’s a myth.”

“Then you got nothing to worry about,” he said as he threw fire at her bones, making her yell in pain. 

“I can’t!” she moaned when he stopped. “You don’t know what he’ll do to me.”

“Right now, you better worry about what I’ll do to you,” he replied. 

“You don’t understand, he’s the King—”

“King of the Crossroads, I know.”

“No, King of Hell,” she said. 

“Well, this is news,” Lane said. 

Bobby was silent as he blew off the flamethrower, and just as he was about to talk the doorbell rang.

The demon spoke. “You’ll get that or what?”

He turned to Lane. “Keep her quiet.”

She nodded and he went upstairs. “That’s the blonde neighbor,” said the demon, “hoping to tap the drunk.”

Lane threw Holy water in her face and she screamed. Crap! She’d forgotten she needed to shut her up. She had to think fast. She went upstairs and heard Bobby talking to Ms. Ward about horror movies. She went to the front door and put a hand on his shoulder. 

“Come on, Bobby. You’re missing all the fun!” Lane said excitedly before glancing at the neighbor and smiling at her and extending her hand, “Hi, I’m Lane Carpenter. And you must be our new neighbor, right?”

She looked confused as they shook hands and said, “Er—uh yes.”

Lane smiled again, trying to abate tension. “So I’ll go rewind what you missed,” she told Bobby, “and we’re out of chips—”

He handed her the tray she’d brought and said, “Take this to the kitchen while you’re at it.”

Lane grabbed it carefully, “Alright,” she smelled it and felt her heart leap, “this smells terrific! Don’t scare her off, Bobby.”

He glared at me while she looked more confused than ever. “Don’t you have somewhere you need to be, kid?”

“One question, did you use walnuts when you made this?” Lane asked her. 

She shook her head. “No, I’m allergic.”

“Awesome! You’ll be lucky if you even taste this, Bob’,” Lane said walking away.

He glared at her again. “Go, for God’s sake!”

“Okay dad!” Lane sighed heavily, “Bye ma'am, thanks for this!”

She went to the kitchen and heard them talking. “Well, this is awkward,” said Bobby embarrassed. 

“So, you two..?”

“What? No! No, nothing like that she’s got a twelve year old’s brain,” he said with a chuckle. 

“And you could be a hundred years old, for all I know!” She retorted before going downstairs.

“That was the worst sitcom ever,” said the demon as soon as she caught sight of her. 

“Spare me your third grade teasing,” Lane sighed, sitting cross-legged on the floor outside of her Devil’s trap. 

Then, they heard Bobby’s heavy footsteps down the stairs. “Are you gonna make sweet love to her and stab her to death? That is your thing, right?”

He didn’t answer, but lit up the flamethrower and burned her bones more. “I want Crowley’s name, now!” he yelled over the noise. 

She was nearly completely consumed so Lane caught Bobby’s gaze. “She’s nearly done…”

He nodded at me and stopped the fire. “Last chance, you black-eyed bitch.”

“Okay, okay!” She panted desperately. “His name's Fergus MacLeod, we call him Lucky the Leprechaun behind his back.”

“MacLeod is Scottish, dumbass,” he remarked before turning the flamethrower on full blast.

“No! we had a deal!” She protested frantically before bursting up in flames like ghosts did. 

Lane gave Bobby a look of pity and he scrunched up his face at her saying, “We’re hunters, Lane!”

*•*•*•*•*•*

Lane decided to spend the night at Bobby’s, and help him find leverage against Crowley so he got back his soul. After some research he had found out that demons were sort of like ghosts, and that they could be completely destroyed by burning their bones. 

She went to my room and curled on my bed, tired from the week at school. The night was short but she felt rested. She washed up and went to see what Bobby was making out of that information, but she found him washing blood off his clothes instead.

She frowned and murmured in a still-sleepy voice, “’D'I miss something?”

He saw her and nodded before replying with, “Thing Rufus had me bury escaped and went on a killing spree. At the new neighbor’s.”

“Ouch,” she winced. “Must’ve been me jinxing you when I told you not to scare her off, sorry.”

He shook his head. “Nah, you were right. I do scare them off.”

She leaned against the kitchen’s threshold. “Not Jodie,” she said, trying to make up for it. 

“She’s better off without me. Y'all are, except I’d like to see you try,” he told her maliciously. 

“Meaning?" 

"You’re all dependent on me, whether it’d be for hunting or other things. When you’re stuck, Bobby’ll help and never say thanks or ask how he’s doing!” He complained loudly.  

“I’m sorry, what did I come here for yesterday, Bob?” Lane asked a tad too exasperated for the matter.  

He looked straight into my eyes and seemed like he didn’t know what to say. She spared him the trouble of fishing for words by grabbing her keys and jacket and heading toward the closest diner for breakfast.

*•*•*•*•*•*

She was reading in her car, parked in front of a lake when she started feeling guilty about what she said to Bobby. Maybe he wasn’t complaining about her but rather to her. She’d just been a total douche to him, not the friend he needed at that moment. 

It was nearly sunset when she slapped her book shut and decided to go help Bobby some more and apologize to him. It took her little more than twenty minutes to get there, she ran inside feeling a rush of anxiety. She never knew how to apologize. 

“Bobby?” She called, and just like yesterday the reply came from the basement. 

“Here!”

She went downstairs and felt a ghost-induced chill. She saw a man, barely younger than her, talking to Bobby in a strong Scottish accent. 

“Who’s the stiff?” Lane asked pointing at the ghost. 

Bobby looked proud of himself. “Gavin MacLeod!”

Her eyes widened with shock. “MacLeod as in—?”

“Yep, very same,” Bobby said nodding, “and he gave me interesting information about daddy.”

“Like?” She asked excitedly. 

He looked at her, no resentment due to earlier today visible on him, and said, “Don’t wanna spoil the surprise, there’s more to come.”

He continued to interrogate Gavin and asked Lane to gather the ingredients for demon summoning. She did so and when she was done, he drew a Devil’s trap on the low ceiling. Was he going to summon Crowley right then and there? She was sure of it but part of her hoped not. 

She didn’t wanna face the bastard because each time it reminded her of what she had done for Sophia, and that she had eternity with him to spend. She couldn’t even take back my soul because Sophia would get sick again and she wouldn’t allow it. Bobby summoned Crowley who appeared right under the Devil’s trap. 

Crowley sighed after he looked up to see the Devil’s trap, “Don’t we already know how this ends?” Bobby was going to talk but Crowley interrupted him, “Let me play it for you.” he pointed at Bobby, “‘Want me soul back, idjit!’” and then to himself, “‘'fraid not.’” to Bobby again, “‘But I’m all surly and I got a beard, gimme!’” to himself again, “‘Blah blah blah,’” to Bobby, “‘Bad joke on this and that,’” to himself, “‘Witty retort from yours truly.’ Bottom of the line: you get bubkes. Are we done here?”

Bobby wasn’t phased by Crowley’s obvious uninterest as he said, “Just getting started.” Gavin reappeared. 

Crowley looked surprised as he said, “Gavin? So-Son it’s been so long… I love you so—” he was acting like a human father would until he broke into a chuckle, “I’m sorry, this is your leverage? I loathed the little bastard, you wanna torture him I’ll pull up a chair and I’ll watch. Hell, you can even burn his bones and we’ll have a family reunion downstairs.”

“Surprisingly Gavin hates you, if possible, just as much as you hate him,” announced Bobby. She was not expecting that kind of reunion, “meaning that he was more than glad to spill on you. Like how you used to get drunk and beat him to the blood.”

She winced, never pegged Crowley for the drunk abusive father. Hell, barely even for a father. The King looked like he’d just noticed her so he said, “Oh hello Poppet, didn’t see you there. How’s it going? Enjoying life, I hope?”

Lane stiffened before Bobby resumed his speech. “He also told me of how you sold your soul for an extra three inches below the belt.”

She lost it at that. The King of Hell, former King of the Crossroads, became a demon because he wanted to be better-equipped? 

She snorted and of course, he noticed and looked smug as he said, “Just tryin’ to reach double digits.” Which made her laugh out loud and made him look her up and down before saying, “Tick tock, Poppet.”

She didn’t stop laughing, though her laughter went from amused to nervous as she shook her head in a Stop, he doesn���t know! way. What was she hoping for? 

He pressed on. “I’ll love having you as a guest.”

“What’s he talking about, Lane?” Bobby asked.

“Later, keep going,” she said before sitting cross-legged on the floor. 

He grabbed his phone and when whoever it was picked up, he put it on loudspeaker. “Hey Crowley,” said Dean’s voice, “guess what, the Winchesters have gone international now.”

She raised an eyebrow and Bobby said, “Gavin was kind enough to tell me where old Fergus was buried.”

Lane had just then realized that his real name was Fergus and she suppressed a smile. Until she realized that those assholes went to Scotland without her! 

“You went to Scots without me?!” She bellowed at the phone. 

“Lane? Hey, how’s it going?” Dean greeted. 

“Without me?!” She bellowed again. Crowley was poking his tongue on the inside of his cheek, obviously bored and impatient. 

“You really think this is the moment, Lane?” Bobby asked exasperated. 

She hadn’t realized that she’d stood up, so she sat back down with a huff and folded her arms over her chest, sour. “This isn’t over, guys!”

“Anyway, guess what we got here, Crowley?” Dean asked. 

“A quilt?” He asked in a monotone voice. 

“Your bones, and—” we heard a click, “—this is my lighter ready to turn you into ashes.”

Crowley gave Bobby a dirty look before waving his hand and making fire writing appear on Bobby’s arms, another wave and it disappeared.  

“I think we’ll go ahead and leave the part about my legs,” Bobby suggested as some of the writing appeared again on his arms. 

“Can I go now? I’ve to be overseas,” Crowley said conversationally. 

Bobby took his shotgun and broke the circle of the Devil’s trap. “Pleasure doing business with you, Crowley.”

“Likewise… Both of you,” he said looking straight at Lane.

“Shoot,” she breathed as he disappeared in a snap of his fingers. 

*•*•*•*•*•*

The air in the Singer house was thick with tension, the kind that settled deep into the walls and lingered long after the shouting stopped. Lane stood her ground in the living room, jaw tight, arms crossed, refusing to let them see her hands shake.

Bobby sat in his armchair, exhausted but very much alive, his soul back where it belonged. Sam stood stiffly beside him, arms folded, lips pressed into a thin line. Dean, though, was pacing—back and forth, jaw clenched, hands flexing at his sides like he was barely keeping himself from putting a fist through the wall.

Finally, he stopped, leveling a glare at her that could’ve peeled paint.

"Tell me it’s not true."

Lane swallowed. "Dean—"

"Tell me," he growled, voice low, dangerous, "that you didn’t make a deal with Crowley."

She didn’t answer. She didn’t need to.

"Son of a bitch." Dean turned away, running a hand over his face before spinning back, eyes blazing. "What the hell were you thinking?!"

Lane’s fingers curled into fists. "I was thinking my sister was dying."

Dean scoffed, shaking his head. "And you thought handing your soul over to the King of Hell was the solution?!"

Lane’s temper flared, pushing past the guilt. "What was I supposed to do, Dean? Just sit there and watch her die?"

"You should’ve told us!" Sam cut in, his voice sharp with frustration. "We could’ve found another way!"

"There wasn’t time!" Lane shot back, looking between them. "You really think I wanted this? That I just jumped at the chance to chain myself to him?" She took a shaky breath, lowering her voice. "I didn’t have a choice."

"You always have a choice," Bobby muttered, and that—that stung more than it should have.

Lane turned to him, eyes burning. "Do I? Because as far as I can tell, the people I love tend to end up dead if I don’t do something about it."

"Yeah?" Dean snapped. "And what happens when Crowley comes to collect, huh? What happens when your time’s up?"

Lane set her jaw. "I’ll handle it."

Dean let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah? And what’s the plan there, genius? Hope he changes his mind? Newsflash, Lane, demons don’t just let people walk away from deals."

"I know that!" she snapped.

"Then what the hell is your endgame?"

Lane didn’t answer.

Dean shook his head, anger simmering just beneath his words. "You know, I thought you were smarter than this."

Lane flinched, but she bit back the hurt. "I saved her," she said instead, quieter this time. "That’s all that matters."

Dean let out a sharp exhale, like he was trying to force the rage out through his teeth. Sam just looked tired. Bobby, disappointed.

And Lane—Lane felt like the ground beneath her feet had never been more unsteady.

Because they didn’t get it. They couldn’t.

And maybe they never would.

Right then, they heard slow claps coming from the kitchen. They all grabbed the closest gun until they could find and saw Crowley come out. 

“Very touching,” he commented as they all sighed, put their guns back down and got back to eating.

“Most people ring the doorbell,” she replied. 

“I am not ‘most people’, Poppet,” he murmured. 

“What’re you doing here, Crowley?” Dean asked. 

“Dropped by to visit, or is that a crime now?” He feigned honesty. 

“Knowing you, it is,” Bobby grunted. 

Crowley stared at him and then at me. “You told them, then?”

“What is it to you?” She asked, taking another slice of pizza. 

“Don’t eat that much, your soul won’t fit in your cell,” he said. 

Lane surveyed him from head to toe as she took the biggest bite she could, enjoying every inch of flavour.

She swallowed before saying, “Do you know how I don’t care? And you didn’t answer my question.”

“I find you interesting, that’s what it is,” he replied. She raised her eyebrows. 

“Interesting? Just that, well I should feel honoured. Oddly, I don’t,” she retorted. 

He pressed his lips before saying, “Really, best investment since the extra inches.”

“You must’ve had crappy deals all these years, then. Does it even beat French kissing Bobby?” She asked, making the brothers snort and Bobby sigh heavily. 

“By far,” Crowley said, “might want to do it again, some time?”

Dean frowned. “You can’t make two deals with the same person, Crowley.”

He raised his hands. “King of Hell, Squirrel.”

“Squirrel?” She repeated.

“Fitting, don’t you think Poppet?” Crowley teased before turning to Dean, “Although I wasn’t talking about the deal itself, more of the sealing of the deal.”

Dean raised his eyebrows while Bobby looked like he wanted to burn Crowley’s bones. “Really Crowley?" 

"What? Gotta be honest, I didn’t think you’d be a good kisser, Poppet.”

She narrowed my eyes at him. “Didn’t think you’d refrain from touching my ass either.”

He bit his lower lip and winked at her. “Now I think I should have.”

“Don’t you have a hell to raise?” Bobby asked him bluntly. 

“Jealous?” Crowley teased. 

“Just go, please,” she sighed, “I’m freaking exhausted. See you guys tomorrow.”

She stood up and went upstairs, not even bothering to check whether Crowley was gone. Although he wasn’t there when she got back to grab her shotgun. She closed my bedroom door and when she turned around, she found a package on my bed. She held the shotgun with her underarm while she inspected the package. It was a minimal nightgown made of black silk, or what felt like it, and it had lace all over the bra part. She looked further into the package and found a word:

Like it?

There was no name but she somehow knew who it was from.

"Fugly,” she muttered, scrunching the paper in her hand and tossing it in a can. 

Lane picked up the package, it felt heavy, so she inspected further in it to find a fancy chocolate box. Her teen self would’ve torn through the box to get all the chocolate but she knew better. Ninety percent of the time she saw Crowley, he either smelled of alcohol or he was drinking something. She was too tired to inspect every single chocolate so she put the whole package on her desk and started undressing for bed. 

“I would appreciate a response on my gifts,” murmured Crowley’s voice when she was halfway through taking off her pants, which made her jump and fall on the floor gracelessly. 

“Everything okay, Lane?” Lane heard Dean ask. 

“Yeah! Just fell!” She answered, glaring at Crowley. She extended her hand to him whispering, “A little help, maybe?”

He chuckled as he motioned upward with two fingers and she was up before she knew it. “I don’t like lingerie, and that chocolate has a spell in it, I’m sure.”

He pressed his lips. “You underestimate me, Poppet… As for the lingerie, I’ll give it some time.”

“If you knew I was sober you’d’ve known that I don’t have sex,” she commented, as she grabbed a large t-shirt. 

He saw her pyjama pants laying discarded. “What about those?”

“What is it with you and not your business?” She asked exasperated. 

“Well,” he began, “I like my investments to be—”

“Stop calling me your 'investment’ I just did what I had to do to save my sister. I’m not your business partner or some crap like that. Just-- leave me alone,” she sighed, exhausted and frustrated with him.

He didn’t flinch or look like he was paying attention to her. He traced his chin with his thumb saying, “Until next time, Poppet.”

[doctorpandorica]

Imagine telling Crowley you're pregnant

[yunggoblin]

Vote on who'd you like to read about!

Happy Voting!

[monstermoviedean]

*reasons for whacking may vary but this is a list of actors whose characters were particularly mistreated imo (don't yell at me for "forgetting" people i can only fit 12 answers)

**leaving off misha because i assume he'd win in a landslide

***list is alphabetical by first name

[pollsnatural]

Part 2

[lol-jackles]

The Supernatural cruise is finally happening and as expected J2 aren't going. This is going to be a mess but I wonder how many tickets it will sell w/ the double price (cruise + con) without J2. Sounds like a horrible experience tbh

So it's basically a Giving Back Tour on a boat. At least fans knew that the OG Giving Back Tour was a spinoff J2-less convention before they bought tickets, sounds like Creation strung fans as long as they could before confirming that neither Js will be on the boat. Not even the Fangasm ladies would report on the Giving Back Tour despite claiming to be all about the SPN fandom.

I can't imagine Giving Back Tour convention was all that fun when I've described my own two SPN convention experience as "boring, except for Jared, Jensen, Mark Sheppard, and Timothy Omundson". Not even fan-videos can show on how well Jared and Jensen work with each other during their panels; they’re totally in sync and can basically read each other’s mind, it’s something you have to see live. Saying it would be "horrible experience" without Jared or Jensen is probably extreme, just less fun without the charismatic stars.

With that said, 'celebrity' cruises can be fun. I've heard how fun the Star Trek cruises are. That's because they have wealth of source materials ranging from the OG and spin offs. A SPN cruise is just one show. The vendor room at SPN conventions are pretty disappointing.

[420technoblazeit]

if they do end up making an spn continuation and keep the premise of dean travelling to alternate universes can you imagine if mark sheppard came back to play crowley again but like. another version of crowley who never met sam and dean. a version who never tried to open up and trust people again and be a better person but is still alive. that would be agonizing

[laf-outloud]

https://twitter.com/CreationEnt/status/1690085124946149376

We’ve added new photo ops for our Convention in Charlotte next weekend! “J2M2" group op with Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins & Mark Sheppard; a Quad with Jared, Keegan Allen, Mitch Pileggi & Jake Abel; a duo with Mark Sheppard & Ruth Connell, plus more duos w/Misha!

more ops added. Happy there's a Walker quad op, those are always so fun!

Go Walker! If you go to the purchase page, it shows Jared and Keegan's duo ops sold out, which I think is a first, so I'm hoping we'll see some fun ops!

Also, I'm not surprised at the addition of so many combined ops. I imagine a lot of the side actors are struggling with the strike and could definitely use the extra income. Though, I'm not sure what a J2M2 will look like, but I hope people have some creative ideas! I'm just surprised they haven't included R2 and made it a six-person op. LOL!

[crowley-the-1-true-king-of-hell]

A review of Spn 5x20 "The Devil You Know" as part of the Crowley tour

See the link for more information about what episodes are for what days

What I liked about the street light scene

Crowley being absolutely dramatic. I also really liked how Crowley briefly had a pleading look on his face when he said "please." Emotional vulnerability isn't something you see often in demons and I would have loved to see more of that. Although the vulnerability might have been fake, as I will talk about below

I also loved the humour in that scene. Crowley gives a dramatic monologue? and then he says he's under a spotlight, like he's performing on a stage. It's this crazy juxtaposition because Sam and Dean are treating this seriously like it's real life and Crowley is acting like he is under a spotlight and Dean had the audacity to give him bad reviews. When Dean gave him one star and a "holy crap we don't care" Crowley upped his drama game

Also lbr Crowley had a point that he didn't make Sam & Dean bring Jody and Ellen

I love how Crowley's expression doesn't change in the slightest even when Brady said Crowley would be tortured forever. You can just tell that even though Brady won't talk, Crowley is absolutely sure of himself as we will later find out

Dean being beat up as part of Crowley's plan. Oof. Ouch. I loved how Crowley was so determined for Brady not to suspect anything, that he wants Dean to look confused and unsure. That way Brady wouldn't see confidence on Dean's face and think there is something more going on. Crowley did this by giving Dean false information. Truly delightful. It reminded us that Crowley is still a demon even if he is on their side. Might also have been punishment for Dean not caring about his pain

It is so unfair we didn't get to see the demon hive fight. However given that his suit got ruined he did also get into close quarter combat. So we know he doesn't just have to rely on his powers. I believe the short middle age of Crowley's vessel as well as him being a salesman means demons tend to underestimate his fighting capability. This would also suggest that Crowley went to combat classes as a demon, and I find it so funny imagining Crowley doing weekly krav maga, MMA and other martial arts with other humans

Ah remember that expression Crowley had on his face when Brady told Crowley Satan would torture him forever? Well, it turns out that was Crowley being inspired by Brady's words about eternal torture. It shows us that Crowley is able to use rants from his enemy to inform and inspire strategic moves. He got information from Brady that Lucifer wouldn't let him die and he knew exactly what to do with it. This isn't the only time Crowley is able to do this

Mark Sheppard and Jim Beaver bounce off each other so well. All of their scenes together are amusing

I would give the Crowley parts a 9 out of 10. The missing star is because they didn't show the demon fight

[besidesitstoowarm]

"The Impossible Astronaut" thoughts

my biggest recollection of s6 as a whole is that it's a bit of a mess, with multiple important episodes being essentially first drafts bc moffat ran out of time. i am thrilled to announce that the premiere is not one of those stories

we open on amy and rory with amy scouring through history books trying to find reference to the doctor. i think this continues to corroborate my view on amy as a big reader, literary and historically minded. they get an invite in the mail, tardis-blue, with a date and coordinates to southwest america! river gets one too, in jail. "she's doing it again. dr. song. she's... packing." the doctor looks sexy in a stetson and river shoots it off, i love their dynamic

they have a picnic and he tells them that he's running further and harder than ever before, that he's now 1103, and that he hates wine. mood. amy sees a hill person but forgets. an old man rolls up and an astronaut comes out of the lake. the doctor says he knows who it is and it shoots him twice. the old man gives them a can of gasoline, introduces himself, and they have a viking funeral. they need to go to "space" circa 1969 and look up canton everett delaware iii. old canton's actor is played by the father of mark sheppard, who plays young canton, which i really like

they realize younger doctor, 909, also got an invite and just what is up w that? they tell him to go to space 1969 and then debate telling him more. "i'm being extremely clever up here and there's no one standing around looking impressed!" we see young canton, who is ex-fbi. "you were my second choice for president, mr. nixon" now how did fucking doctor who cast such a good nixon when the crown cast the world's worst jfk. the doctor touches down in the oval office "you think you can just shoot me?" "they're americans!!"

amy sees the silence again and starts feeling sick, and bc she is a woman on television, we know what that means. she goes to the bathroom and another silence explodes a woman. this is why the line for the women's restroom is always so long, bitches are exploding in there. why is anyone worried about trans women in the bathroom when there's papa snoke??

anyway nixon keeps getting calls from a girl, the doctor traces it to florida, and they all go. there's a reference to jefferson, adams, hamilton and the doctor said "two of them fancied me" now which two? i assume hamilton had to be one. maybe jefferson? adams seems like too much of a wife guy

river and the doctor have amazing chemistry. "your 'he's hot when he's clever' face" "this is my normal face" "yes, it is" "oh, shut up" "not a chance" he wants her so bad it makes him look stupid. "i'm quite the screamer. now there's a spoiler for you" and he smirks! i love how he's usually put off by flirting and kissing and such and doesn't seem to notice innuendo until it's river and then it's no holds barred. i have never wanted to be someone's third so badly since rhaenys and corlys

so river wants to explore tunnels under the center, the doctor asks rory if he'd mind going with her ("yeah, a bit") which is so funny. what is rory going to do. river monologues about how the first time she met the doctor, he knew everything about her "can you imagine what that does to a girl" and rory looks fucking miserable. i like that that still affects him, that just bc she chose him doesn't make everything else go away. it feels very real. so they maybe get attacked and amy tells the doctor she's pregnant and the astronaut shows up and amy shoots without hesitation BOOM ROLL CREDITS let's go

[dowagerqueenofhell]

Chasing Shadows

6. "Poppet"

The first week was the worst.

Lane had expected Crowley to keep her locked in for a day, maybe two. Long enough to make his point. But as the days stretched into a week, then two, frustration clawed at her ribs like a wild animal.

Every attempt to leave was met with the same smirking, soulless bellhop standing at her door. "His Majesty insists you focus on recovery, Miss Lane," they’d say with practiced politeness, as if that would make her any less homicidal.

So, she changed tactics.

On the tenth day, when the demon appeared at her knock, she leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. "Fine. If I can’t leave, I need some supplies."

The demon tilted their head. "What kind of supplies?"

Lane smiled, sweet as poison. "Summoning supplies."

A flicker of hesitation crossed the demon’s face. Lane had done her homework—lower demons couldn’t refuse a direct request unless ordered otherwise.

And sure enough, the demon sighed. "Of course. But you should know… I have to report this."

Lane’s smirk widened. "Good. He’ll know I want to talk to him."

The ingredients arrived the next day.

Lane worked slowly. She wasn’t stupid—if Crowley hadn’t known before, he definitely did now. She expected him to show up immediately, shutting down her little rebellion before it got anywhere.

But he didn’t.

So, she let the days stretch. Took her time gathering every element, every precise detail. She waited for the moment he’d burst in, gloating about how pointless her efforts were.

But nothing happened.

By the third week, she was almost convinced he didn’t care.

That was her first mistake.

On the twenty-second day, she knelt in the center of the hotel room, the summoning sigil carefully drawn, the last ingredient held delicately between her fingers, ready to burn.

And then—

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Lane froze.

A slow shiver crawled up her spine before she turned, only to find Crowley lounging on the couch, legs crossed, watching her like she was the most amusing thing he’d seen in years.

"I am absolutely offended, darling," he drawled. "You think I’d let you finish? Really?"

Lane exhaled sharply, standing. "How long have you known?"

Crowley smirked. "Oh, since before you even asked my dear bellhop for the ingredients." He tilted his head. "Figured I’d let you tire yourself out first."

Lane’s fists clenched. "You let me do all this for nothing?"

He waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, come now. It was adorable, really. Watching you think you had an edge."

Her blood boiled. "You son of a—"

"Careful, love," Crowley cut in smoothly. "That tongue of yours is already in enough trouble, don’t you think?"

Lane gritted her teeth. "You can’t keep me here forever."

Crowley leaned back, watching her, and for a moment, she wasn’t sure if he was going to keep taunting her or actually listen.

Then, with a dramatic sigh, he pushed off the couch and straightened his jacket. "Fine. I suppose it is rather dull keeping you locked up like a bad-tempered housecat."

Lane narrowed her eyes. "Just like that?"

Crowley smirked. "Don’t flatter yourself."

He snapped his fingers. The sigil on the floor vanished. "You’re allowed out."

Lane didn’t let herself relax just yet. "What’s the catch?"

Crowley grinned. "I choose the company you keep."

A sinking feeling settled in her gut. "You mean—"

A knock at the door.

Lane turned just in time to see it swing open, revealing them.

Two demons. Young. Pretty. Dressed like they’d just stepped out of a nightclub.

Lane’s stomach dropped. "You have got to be kidding me."

Crowley chuckled, stepping past her toward the door. "Be nice, Poppet. They’re here for your protection."

Lane glared at him. "They're here to babysit me."

Crowley leaned in just enough to make her pulse tick faster than she’d like. "Tomato, tomahto."

And with a smug wink, he vanished, leaving her alone with her new shadows.

Lane groaned. This was not a victory.

But at least she was out.

For now.

¤¤¤¤¤

The diner was crowded, loud, and filled with the kind of cheap perfume that clung to the air long after its wearer had left. Lane sipped at her coffee, glancing casually out the window. Her two demon bodyguards sat a few booths away, pretending to be normal, giggling over their milkshakes like the kind of girls Dean would flirt with.

They had no idea she was about to ditch them.

Lane stood, tossing a few crumpled bills on the table. The demons barely reacted—just another bathroom break, they assumed. She made her way to the back exit instead, slipping out into the alley before they noticed.

She ran.

By the time the demons realized she was gone, she was already on the road, heading for the Men of Letters bunker.

The Bunker

The moment Lane stepped through the heavy doors, the smell of old books and coffee hit her.

The Winchesters were in the war room, hunched over a table littered with lore books and scattered notes. Castiel stood nearby, arms folded, looking as serious as ever.

Dean noticed her first. His brows shot up. “Lane?”

Sam straightened, frowning. “Did something happen?”

Lane shrugged off her jacket. “No. Just wanted better company than demons for a change.”

Dean stared at her like she’d grown a second head. “Wait—you ditched your bodyguards?”

Lane smirked. “Obviously.”

Sam exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face. “Lane…”

“What?” she challenged, crossing her arms. “I’m fine.”

Castiel tilted his head. “Crowley will not be pleased.”

“Yeah, well,” Lane muttered, “he can deal.”

Before anyone could argue further, the air in the room shifted. The temperature dropped slightly. The scent of sulfur curled at the edges of the space.

Lane’s stomach twisted.

She turned just as Crowley materialized in the room, hands tucked into the pockets of his suit, gaze sweeping lazily over the scene.

"Hello, boys," he greeted smoothly.

The Winchesters tensed. Castiel squared his shoulders.

Lane braced herself, expecting him to rip into her for running. But Crowley didn’t even look at her.

Instead, he strolled past her, completely uninterested, like she wasn’t even there.

Lane blinked.

“What do you want, Crowley?” Dean snapped, hand already inching toward his gun.

Crowley smirked. “Relax, Squirrel. Just thought I’d pop in. See what the infamous Winchester brain trust is working on.”

Lane’s hands clenched into fists.

He knew she had ditched her bodyguards. He had to know. And yet… nothing.

No anger. No biting remarks.

Nothing.

And somehow, that was worse.

¤¤¤¤¤

The moment Lane stepped back into her hotel room, she knew something was wrong.

It was too quiet.

Her demon bodyguards were gone. No chirping, vapid voices, no giggling over magazines or admiring their reflections in the mirror.

Just silence.

Then—

"You know," Crowley’s voice cut through the air like a blade, "for someone who spent weeks scheming their little escape, you really thought I wouldn’t notice?"

Lane turned slowly.

Crowley stood near the window, swirling a glass of scotch as if he’d been waiting for her all night. His expression was unreadable, but there was something simmering beneath the surface.

She crossed her arms. "Figured you’d show up sooner. What, were you waiting for dramatic effect?"

Crowley took a lazy sip, smirking against the rim. "Oh, Poppet, I don’t need theatrics to make my point."

Lane scoffed. "Yeah? And what’s your point?"

Crowley’s expression darkened. "My point," he said, stepping forward, "is that I don’t recall giving you permission to frolic off to the bloody bunker like a rebellious teenager sneaking out past curfew."

Lane clenched her jaw. "You don’t own me."

Crowley chuckled, low and humorless. "Ah, see, but that’s where you’re mistaken. You’re mine, Lane. And you don’t get to pretend otherwise."

Lane’s blood boiled. "So that’s it, huh? You’re just gonna keep me locked up forever?"

Crowley tilted his head. "Now there’s an idea."

Lane bristled, but before she could snap back, he took another step closer, voice dipping to something quieter.

"Do you even understand what you’ve done?" His tone was different now—not smug, not teasing. Almost… disbelieving. "You strolled into the den of the most dangerous duo in humankind, without a second thought. What part of that screams smart to you?"

Lane froze.

She had expected anger. Mockery. Not this.

Crowley wasn’t just angry. He was furious.

Not because she had disobeyed him.

But because she had put herself in danger.

Her stomach twisted.

She forced herself to scoff. "Oh, please. Sam and Dean wouldn’t lay a hand on me."

Crowley’s lips curled, sharp and knowing. "No," he said slowly. "Not yet."

Lane swallowed, but she didn’t back down. "I wanted to see my family. You gonna punish me for that?"

Crowley sighed, as if dealing with a particularly dim student. "They are not your family, Poppet." His voice lowered, his gaze drilling into hers. "You? You are mine. They? They are the ones who get people like you killed."

Lane’s breath caught in her throat.

She hated that he had a point.

Crowley must have noticed her hesitation because his smirk returned, slower this time. "Now, we could keep arguing. You could pretend you’re not shaking in your boots, and I could keep reminding you exactly who you belong to."

Lane glared. "Or?"

Crowley hummed, amused. "Or, I could let you off with a warning. This time."

Lane blinked. "Just like that?"

"Just like that," he echoed, sipping his drink. Then, almost as an afterthought— "With new conditions, of course."

Lane exhaled sharply. "Let me guess. Bodyguards?"

Crowley smiled, wicked and victorious. "You learn fast, love."

A knock at the door.

Lane turned to see two new demons standing there. This time, they weren’t the ditsy, bubbly girls from before. These two looked like soldiers.

Lane groaned. "You’ve got to be kidding me."

Crowley smirked. "You wanted freedom, Poppet. This is what it looks like."

Lane clenched her fists.

He had won. Again.

But at least she wasn’t locked in a gilded cage anymore.

For now.

[rockzone]

Troy Redfern - Invocation

Release Date: 17 May 2024

"Invocation" is the name of the exhilarating and highly anticipated brand-new 11-track album from slide guitar virtuoso Troy Redfern.

One of the many standout songs on "Invocation" is "The Strange", a song that explodes with bold, powerful guitars and a slide guitar melody. This is blues rock, but not as we know it. Troy is known for taking his disparate array of influences and throwing them into his fiery musical furnace to forge something that is both authentic and unique.

There are elements of blues, glam, and hard rock but the result is a sound that is unmistakeably his own. Everything recorded is organic. No drum samples or studio trickery, just pure, unadulterated rock ‘n’ roll.

Troy has proved time and time again that his cup of inspiration is overflowing. He has been writing and releasing albums at an unprecedented pace.

For Invocation, Troy headed to the west Wales coast with his trusty 1929 National Triolian resonator guitar for a week of solitude in a remote Sheppard’s hut to sketch the initial song ideas for the new album.

He says, “It was important for me to really clear my mind of all distractions so I could really focus on what I wanted to write on this album and the direction I wanted to take it in.

“I tried some unorthodox approaches to song writing that included meditation where I would imagine hearing a song in my mind, as complete as possible including visualising the performance live. Next, I would pick up the guitar and capture the idea on my phone. That way I wasn’t led by what I would usually do when I pick up the guitar. It was a very freeing, powerful experience, and a discipline that I’ll use again to write more songs in the future."

Due to the streamlined process that Troy and producer Dave Marks employed on the previous album, Invocation was written, recorded, and mixed in just under six weeks.

Troy says, “It really was great to be able to realise and bring to fruition these songs as quickly as we did. It kept the ideas fresh and stopped them from becoming overworked and tired.”

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This is probably going to seem so out there but I was rewatching doctor who as one does and I’m watching the Impossible Astronaut

The scene where the Doctor is in the Oval Office and doing The Doctor thing he does and Mark Sheppard’s character Canton is obviously intrigued and at the very least a little impressed

I just imagining Rodney as Canton and John as the Doctor. Doctor has his legs propped up on the desk leaning back completely relaxed with guns facing him as long as they aren’t facing his friends. Canton being the smart ass and pointing out the inadequacy of another character while being at least vaguely impressed with the genius of the Doctor.

I don’t know I just see it and now I can’t get it out of my head 😂