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dead boy detectives episode three thoughts

NIKO MY GIRL NIKO. i love her so much holy shit. she's just so effortlessly charming and so deeply, sincerely kind 😭 i would kill for her good lord the scene after they leave the devlin house? she was so scared for completely understandable reasons (i would not want to go to a house with an axe murderer ghost either, and she almost just died like the day before on top of that!) but she suits up and braves a Goddamn Coastal Storm (seriously, it was dark when she left and light when she found them meaning she was out there alone in the dark storm for a little while Minimum) to help her friends!! it's like. yeah she's pretty naive and easily scared (again, Reasonably so), but also she cares so goddamn much about her friends. im gonna cry dude

also this episode really is giving me everything i asked for huh. i asked for niko joining the gang and changing their dynamics, and we got that incredibly sweet scene with edwin at the library. i asked for the bickering to stay while dynamics grow and evolve, and edwin & crystal have a scene where they still snipe at each other while working well together to rescue charles and appreciating each other's skills and knowledge. i asked for charles backstory, and holy shit. this show really does have it all huh

okay speaking of charles. i love love love what we got this episode. i mean yeah i kinda guessed his dad wasn't great from what he'd said before, but i was also second-guessing myself a little because well, if he was that bad charles probably wouldn't be checking on him to make sure he's okay, right? and then we get that reveal, and damn. god it was so cool to see something actually really hit charles, because he's mostly a chill guy! sure, he's gotten annoyed and stuff, but it never seems to last long and i've been really looking forward to seeing what'll break that composure. this episode did not disappoint holy shit

speaking of which. idk if it was just the dad's abuse that was affecting him so much... this is an odd theory, but hear me out. it's making me kind of wonder if the reason he was so deeply affected was because his dad was involved with his death somehow. iirc his cause of death was drowning or something? hypothermia maybe i do not remember but i remember something about injuries like broken ribs or something. and i dunno i'm starting to wonder if those injuries were from his dad and they contributed to his death. or maybe im completely wrong and it hit him so hard to see a man kill his wife and daughters because he's spent the decades since his death afraid his dad will do that to his mom! who knows! only time will tell, but i am so intrigued

also i actually really love that him repressing so much doesn't get resolved. like yes girl keep deflecting from your trauma until you get overwhelmed and have a messy breakdown where everything explodes. and like yeah his friends know he's keeping shit to himself now, but that's. really not something it's easy to bring up so really the most they can do is let him know they're there for him and keep an eye out. which is probably harder to do with So Many Goddamn Enemies.

like okay let's count we've got esther + monty, crystal's demon ex, death's scottish secretary (idk her name or job sorry. the lady who played the witch mom on supernatural. rowena??? girl idk i didn't finish s5), the cat king (not necessarily evil but he is literally keeping them trapped so), miscellaneous enemies/villains each episode like the sprites or the misery wraith (terrifying btw! i Do Not like that thing on a personal level but i appreciate it thematically 👍), and ALSO Literal Death is basically looming over them as an existential and also very literal threat. girl this is crazy there is So Much going on how the fuck is this show only 8 episodes

crystal's memories... i actually really like that she might've been an asshole. like yeah you could argue her ex was influencing her (either supernaturally or just like peer pressure) but i actually think it's more interesting if he wasn't and she was just willing to be an asshole. and also maybe endanger people's lives?? idk what was up with dropping a large rock on moving cars but it didn't seem like anyone died bc he would for sure have leveraged that against her so. but i just think it's more interesting and compelling if she has to deal with like... yeah she was an asshole. what now? she can't change it, she's just got to live with it and choose to do better

also back to charles bc that scene will not stay out of my head. his actor is so good... the subtle emotional nuance in his facial expressions... i may need to rewatch the episode everything about his acting is so good. also charles getting stuck in the loop was fucking chilling- i didn't expect hitting the dad to work really, I thought it'd do nothing or go through him, but when he caught the cricket bat and hit charles with the axe i actually gasped. and then just sitting there unmoving and unseeing until the loop restarts and he vanishes... girl that was terrifying. like would they kill off charles like that? no I don't believe so, not in episode 3 of 8. however it was genuinely scary i didn't know if something fucked up would happen that he'd need a while to recover from or something. im glad he's okay physically at least, even if mentally is debatable :')

monty... what do i say about monty. he's cute and so awkwardly charming- if we hadn't seen that he's esther's familiar i would've been rooting for him to be a side character who shows up every now and then, kinda like jenny y'know? but because we know he's part of her revenge, i'm spending his scenes side-eyeing him like hey. the hell is that about. however i will say it's better knowing so we can stress about what his plan is instead of having him introduced as just a guy and then being a traitor or something. idk i like the dread and suspicion! it's a quality writing choice

i will say though, there's one thing about him that's making me side-eye him even harder. why did he antagonize charles? if he's trying to ingratiate himself with the boys + crystal and earn their trust, being a dick to one of them won't help. does esther's plan rely on isolating edwin? why? and if it's not her plan, why is he singling out edwin specifically? idk many questions lots to consider!!

in conclusion, this is such a good show and each episode just keeps getting better. i'm jumping right into episode four, i just wanted to organize my thoughts here first haha

[justjessame]

Dr. Tali Sullivan Chapter 29

Harvey felt my first real shiver from the cold, and helped me onto the porch. He pushed me toward the front door and promised that he’d be right behind me. I didn’t want to leave him alone with this John person, but Harvey knew guns and standing near one another, they were well matched physically.

I watched from behind the closed door, catching a word here and there, both men gesturing toward me and glares being tossed in both directions. Harvey was clearly telling the other man to go, that he wasn’t welcome, but I heard the stranger say Abi’s name and my blood ran cold.

Opening the door, I stepped back out, still in my winter coat and gloves. “Did you say ‘Abigail’?” I asked, staring down at the man who still hadn’t taken a step onto the porch. “How do you know my daughter’s name?”

“You mean OUR daughter, Tali,” and as I stared in horror at this man making such a completely ridiculous claim, he didn’t see Harvey’s fist coming until it made contact with the side of his face. Before he could retaliate, I yelled for the both of them to stop.

“I don’t know who you are, or why you’d make something so completely horrible up, but you need to leave. Now.” He stood his ground and I did something I hadn’t allowed myself to do for a long time. I prayed for Cas.

 He was beside me in a flash of light, eyes only on me, so he missed the two men staring one another down with clenched fists. “Tali?” Cas’ voice held concern and confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“You knew where she was?” It was the strange John that growled at my guardian angel. “You knew she was here, alive and well, raising MY fucking daughter?”

He didn’t take the first menacing step toward Castiel because Harvey blocked his path. “Think of that first punch as a warning,” he glared down at his doppelganger. “The next is gonna hurt a shit ton worse.”

Castiel was trying to keep my attention focused on him. “Tali, you need to calm down,” easier said than done, my stomach was in knots. “Think of-” his hand touched my coat where it covered the tiny one growing inside of me. “Please?”

I could feel his angelic power giving me a tiny shred of peace, but I was still worried that Harvey would be hurt. “Harvey? Come in the house with me, babe, please?” I wanted to lock this stranger and his anger out. I wanted to have my future husband holding me as we watched his truck drive away.

“Let me see our ‘guest’ out, sweetheart, and I’ll be right behind you.” Harvey promised, but John looked like it would take a LOT to ‘see’ him out. “Go, Tali, I’ll be right in.”

I watched him give Castiel a sidelong look, and the angel was helping me back over the threshold, shutting the door behind us. “We need to call Rowena, Tali, now.”

 I called the witch, Harvey was still outside when I heard her Scottish lilt added to the noise of their voices outside. Sighing, but knowing that Cas would probably restrain me to keep me calm if I tried to join them, I tried to make myself busy with making tea.

“Tali?” I didn’t turn toward the voice, afraid that it didn’t belong to Harvey. Then his arms wrapped around me and his lips were on my ear. “We’re at a stalemate, honey.” I sighed, wondering what the hell we were going to do, other than call the police and have this weird man removed. “Rowena has an idea.”

I turned in his arms and buried my face in his shirt covered chest, letting the beating of his heart and the scent of him calm me. “What’s the idea?”

 Rowena, it seemed, wanted to give me back a part of my life that I asked to be removed. At least temporarily. Just long enough for me and John to sit down and talk. Well, that’s what I agreed to, anyway. Anything to get him out of my hair and my life back to normal.

She touched my forehead, whispered words that I didn’t catch, and stared into my eyes to watch for the dawning of my memories to return. I felt every single piercing pain of loving John Winchester come rushing back in a flood. The first kiss, the last goodbye, every speck of any moment that we’d ever had all returned in living color. I felt like the air had been knocked out of me, and that I was dying all over again.

Tears streaming down my face, I watched as Harvey called for my first real love to walk back into my life. And I knew, it changed nothing. Not how I felt for Harvey, not how he felt for Mary, but definitely how Abi’s life may change from this moment on.

 Harvey refused to leave me, and for that I was more grateful than I could say. Holding my hand, he gestured for John to take a chair close, but not near enough to touch. Harvey’s thumbs brushed my tears away and he gave me a soft reassuring kiss, and when I turned back to John i noticed his fists were still clenched.

“How’s Mary?” I asked, thinking that reminding him of his wife and her return to the land of the living was worth the dig and would cool his irritation off. It didn’t have any effect on him, but I didn’t really care.

John didn’t look comfortable. He looked like a caged animal who wanted to pace and growl, but he managed to hold it in. Thinking about Harvey’s reaction on the porch, I thought it was a good idea myself.

“She’s fine.” He was glaring at Harvey’s hand curled protectively around my stomach, and he didn’t look all that happy about the way I was curved into his body. “Why did you purge-”

I gave a harsh chuckle that stopped him. “Why did I get rid of my memories of you and your family?” I wanted him to understand that to me, HIS family and MY family were completely opposite. “It made coming back more bearable. I wanted a fresh start, or fresher start.” I bit my lip. “And I have one, John, I have a new lease on life. A peaceful life.”

He sat back as if I’d punched him, as though my words hit harder than Harvey’s fist. “With him?” He gestured at Harvey with a just of his chin. I nodded as I felt Harvey’s grip tighten on me. John gave a soft snort. “He could BE me, Tali.”

I raised an eyebrow. “No, he couldn’t.” I knew that John was basing his belief on the way they looked, but that wasn’t the only thing I saw in Harvey. “Harvey loves me completely, John, not because I sacrificed anything for him. Not because he watched me grow up and saw my crush grow. Harvey loves me. He loves Abi. But the real difference between you and Harvey?” He was staring at me like he was seeing me for the very first time. “I’m Harvey’s Mary.”

I saw John’s Adam’s apple bob from the hard swallow he had to take. “That’s not fair, Tali.” I had trouble hearing him, he was so quiet. “I told you that-”

“That you loved me just as much as her?” I offered, fully capable of remembering every word he’d ever said to me now. “That you’d love me until I took my final breath? That I would be your ruin?” I nodded. “But you didn’t, John, not really. You didn’t want to see that I wasn’t even there those nine years you had me. That I wasn’t even THERE when you helped create Abi. You didn’t fight Castiel, did you? When I had him tell you not to come, not to visit, not to try to see her?” I shook my head and squeezed Harvey’s hand for strength. “You have Mary, John. You have Dean and Sam. You have the life you always wanted, the life that you saw when the djinn took you. Let me have Abi and Harvey. Let me have the life I want. I never asked you for anything, not really, but I am now. Leave us alone, let her have a father that has loved her since the first moment he laid eyes on her.”

His eyes were tight and I felt a tug of my own pain at hurting him. I just couldn’t let him back in. I couldn’t. “She’s my blood, Tali.” I huffed out a tiny breath of disbelief. “She is, and you-” he closed his eyes to gather his words. “You meant more to me than you think.”

“If I did?” His eyes met mine. “If you’re telling the truth and I meant so much, John, then let me and Abi go.” It hurt me more than I wanted to admit to, to push him away, but I had to. For my own sanity and his. “Let us have our new life, please?” I was begging, and I knew he could hear it in my voice.

“Can I see her?” Bargaining, John Winchester was trying to bargain. “Just once, Tali? Let me see my little girl and say goodbye?”

I agreed, but told him that it would have to wait until the next day. She was with her grandparents and I didn’t want John to have a punch to the other side of his face courtesy of my dad. Agreeing to meet the next day, in a neutral spot, John left even as I watched him struggle not to reach for me.

[misskassiepierce]

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misskassiepierce:

As soon as the woman spoke, Kassie heard the accent. Not American, like one would expect in, well, America, but European based, like hers. Scottish to be exact.

   “I think you may have hit your head,” the brunette explained. “You were unconscious when I found you. Had to seek out some help in order to get you inside.” She looked over to the young cashier, who manning the small shop they were all currently in; he waved timidly. “Would you,” Kassie’s attention returned to the other woman, “like for me to try to find you some ice?”

“Hit my head?” Rowena glanced at the other. “I do not remember that.” She paused. “I might like that and perhaps a glass of water. Thank you dear.” She looked around again. “I feel quite foolish.  I actually do not even remember what’s happened. Now, could you at least tell me your name ? So I can thank you properly.”

Hit her head, got hit on the head...same difference, right? It was when she told it. The fact was Kassie knew exactly who this woman was, putting her at the advantage as she didn’t know her--aside from the sweet girl who was currently helping her.    Nodding once, giving a small, slight smile, Kassie rose from the seat beside the older woman to fetch as requested, but before she was able to get far, Rowena asked for her name. “Kassie,” she said, smiling again. “You can thank me in a minute, once I bring you some ice.”

As this was a premeditated meeting, the young witch had come prepared. Not only did she have help--like the demon stashed in the cashier--but props, too. Like a cloth filled with ice inside a cooler she had stashed not too far away for this exact reason.    She made sure to wait the appropriate amount of time before heading back, now with the ice in hand. "Here,” she murmured, carefully placing the cool bundle atop the ginger’s head, holding it steady until it exchanged hands. It was then that she looked over at the demon, Malachai, and asked “Got a glass for water?” Keeping up with his act, he scrambled to do as requested, going to search in the back, but an intruding thought popped into her head the second he disappeared from sight.

   She couldn’t trust him not to do something to it. “Hold it there,” she told Rowena, “I’ll be right back.”

[saxxxology]

THE CURSED - Ch.9

Being an English Princess in 1739 is everything for Y/N, a Princess from a prosperous, powerful kingdom, to be happy about… until her parents arrange for her to marry a Prince from a nearby kingdom against her wishes. Unable to join her on her journey, the Royal family hires the Winchesters, two experienced Rangers, to guide her. However, the Princess and the younger brother begin to display affection for each other, and when her heat threatens her life, Sam makes a possibly deadly decision to save it.

PAIRING: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

WORD COUNT: ~2600

OVERALL WARNINGS: a/b/o dynamics (heat/rut, claiming, knotting), age gap, smut of varying levels, descriptions of injury and gore, a tad of dub-con and 18th-century sexism from time to time, occasional bits of angst, fighting, and violence, eventual minor character death

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Winter came and went. Sam and his Omega dealt with the frigid nights and mornings with several layers of thick, heavy blankets. They hardly left the bed, save to wash up and eat twice a day.

By the time spring arrived, the snow was beginning to melt, making the now-icy lake rise by several feet. Sam and Y/N had survived their first winter as a couple, but one question remained on both of their minds.

They’d had gone through another heat and rut together, and Sam kept a watchful eye on her for weeks after, watching for any sign of a growing pup. However, her belly stayed flat, leaving both of them to wonder if there was a possibility that one of them, at least, might be unable to procreate.

On a crisp morning in January, they walked the two hours to town, leaving Shadow to run about in her paddock, whinnying after them. Patches of snow crunched under their boots, and Sam kept Y/N closely by his side, under the warm refuge of Yellow Eyes’ coat.

They reached town just as the bells of the local church tolled for twelve o’clock and ambled down one of the crowded lanes when Sam stiffened, and Y/N looked up. “What’s wrong?”

“She’s here.” Sam looked as if he was torn between smiling and snarling in anger.

“Who?” She asked.

“Rowena, the witch,” Sam muttered. “Come.”

He took her hand and led her over to a small tent, where several red symbols were painted over the flaps. Y/N noticed that the villagers steered clear of her door, except for a few young ladies who stood across the road, looking as if they were debating going in.

Sam pushed one of the tent flaps aside, and Y/N was immediately swarmed by a comforting warmth and the scent of cloves. A small redheaded woman sat behind a table, arranging a stack of cards in long rows. She looked up as they entered, and when she saw Sam, her red-painted lips pulled back to reveal a row of straight, white teeth.

“Samuel,” she stood and walked around the table to greet them. She spoke with a thick Scottish accent. “It’s good to see ya, m’boy.”

“Rowena,” Sam bent to kiss her hand. “How has England been treating you?”

She shrugged. “I’m a Scot, I’ve been treated as the English believe I deserve. My little Fergus is runnin’ amok somewhere, stirring trouble where he can find it. He said he’d be here, but I never could trust the li’l rat.” Her eyes landed on Y/N. “He’s just a bairn, doesn’t know right from wrong no ma’er how much I show him.”

Sam put an arm around Y/N’s shoulders. “Rowena, this is Y/N. My Omega.”

“Ahh, I see,” Rowan cast her eyes over Y/N’s face, and she felt like the witch could see right through her, into the darkest depths of her soul. “She’s a beautiful girl, Sam, I’ll give ya that. How old are ya, m’ wee darlin’?”

“Eighteen.” Y/N replied.

“Oof, and young too.” Rowena shot her a knowing look, “Samuel here always did like ‘em young.” She paced back around her table and motioned them to sit. “Well, what brings you here today?”

Sam pulled out both chairs on the opposite side of the table and watched as Rowena poured them both tea. “We’ve been mated for some time, and… and we were thinking about a child. Not now at least, but in the future…”

The witch glanced back and forth between them. “And no luck so far, I take it.”

“None.” Sam replied.

“So, it’s fertility you’re troubled with,” Rowena raised her eyebrows and smiled. “One of my specialties. And what exactly do you want me to do?”

“Can you…” Y/N spoke up, and her voice wavered slightly, “can you tell me if I’m incapable of bearing a child?”

Rowena nodded. “Of course. Right over here, darlin’.”

Y/N looked at Sam, who nodded and stood with her. Rowena brought them to a table hidden behind a large curtain. A black strip of cloth covered it, painted with white markings and symbols Y/N didn’t recognize. She began preparing herbs and objects (some of which Y/N believed to be bones) in a small metal bowl. When she seemed done, she set the bowl in the center of the black cloth and reached for Y/N’s hand.

“I need a li’l contribution from you, m’dear,” she said.

Y/N obediently held out her hand and yelped in pain as Rowena immediately jabbed her finger with a needle, holding it over the bowl. Two drops of crimson landed on the ingredients, and Rowena began speaking in a foreign language. She cradled her sore finger in her hand and stood back as the witch’s eyes rolled back into her head, the orbs white. The bowl on the table exploded into a ball of purple fire, and Y/N stumbled back in fear.

“Sam, what is she—”

“I never said her methods were orthodox by any means,” Sam replied quietly. He took her hand and kissed her finger. “But she is good. Let her work.”

Y/N nodded and stood by his side, shivering. She couldn’t tell if it was due to the cold or fear over what she was seeing. After another minute, Rowena’s eyes normalized, and she rose steadily to her feet.

“What is it?” Sam stepped forward. “What do you know? Is it me or her? Or both of us?”

“It…” Rowena swallowed and put a hand over her heart. “She was capable of having a child.”

“Was? What do you mean?”

“She was perfectly fertile until you bit… until you claimed her.” Rowena replied firmly. “Your curse spread through the bite, but not to the full extent.”

Sam stood there, frozen in shock. “I… I don’t understand.”

“Well, the curse you bear, it wasn't supposed to allow you to take another mate,” Rowena explained softly, “but your love for her, your need, overcame it. You took her as your own, but the curse… it took something from her in retribution, just as it was supposed to take all chance of happiness away from you.”

Y/N felt her heart drop. “So… so I cannot conceive because of…?”

Rowena sighed and pursed her lips. “I can give you some herbs to try and help, but… as far as I know, Samuel, this is a permanent situation. It might be remedied if she was to take the curse in full, but…”

She brushed her hand over his and spoke something to him in another language Y/N didn’t know. Then the witch’s eyes flickered to hers. “I’ll get some things together, wait here.”

She disappeared behind the curtain, leaving them alone. Sam sat back heavily on a spare chair in the corner of the tent and buried his face in his hands. Y/N stood across from him, her uninjured hand against her stomach. She felt the tears well over and drop down her cheeks.

“Sam?”

No answer.

“Sam, please answer me.”

He looked up, and his eyes were red-rimmed. “How am I supposed to answer you? I’ve failed you. I could have given you a child if only I hadn't been so impulsive and—”

Y/N walked closer. “Sam, this doesn’t mean that we can’t be happy. I love you, no matter what, you know that.”

His upper lip curved into an angry snarl. “I destroyed the very thing you should want most, I ruined all hope of having a family—!”

He went to push past her, but Y/N refused to let him pass. “Sam, keep your voice down,” she shushed him. “Please, let’s just take the herbs and go home.”

Sam glared at the ground as tears slid down his cheeks. “Y/N, you need to let me by.”

“No, Sam, I won’t allow you to leave!” She raised her voice. “I know it hurts you. Believe me, it hurts me too, but I will not allow you to go storming off!”

Sam gathered her into his arms as she fell against him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I’m sorry, Omega, I am so sorry…”

Rowena appeared in the doorway, clutching a burlap pouch in one hand. She observed their embrace with her cold green eyes and waited for them to part before stepping forward. Sam murmured something to her in the same foreign tongue and disappeared through the curtain, and Y/N heard the tent flap open and shut.

“Where did he go?” She asked.

“He said he was goin’ to the church,” Rowena replied. “He won’t leave ye, I swear it. He’s just being a man, needin’ some time to cool down.” She slid the pouch into Y/N’s shaking palm. “Now, these may help. Your chances were not altogether quenched, but t’ be honest, dear, I don’t see much hope.” She saw the look of helplessness on Y/N’s face and reached over to brush the tears away. “I’m not leaving Dolgellau until the weather is warm. If you should need anything, you know where to find me.”

She escorted Y/N into the main room and pulled a handkerchief from her top pocket. “Here,” she began to wipe at Y/N’s cheeks and eyes, “no more cryin’, it’s no good. Go find Sam, he’ll want to speak with you.”

***

Sam knelt in the front pew, hands clasped against his forehead. He was praying for forgiveness harder than he ever had before, harder than when his father had been killed and he blamed himself for his mother’s grief, harder than when Jess had been killed because he’d left her alone… and now, he was praying for God to forgive him for destroying his Omega’s life.

What he’d done to her was worse than death.

What is this? He asked silently. Why must everything I do hurt the ones I love? I don’t understand.

He sighed and rubbed at his eyes, the lump in his throat growing tighter every second. He stood up, glaring angrily at the wooden carving of Christ crucified above the altar. He was going to leave when he nearly bumped into one of the priests. He was smaller than Sam but then again, nearly everybody was.

He had short, black hair that was mussed around his fair skin, and almond-shaped eyes that were the clearest blue Sam had ever seen.

“Why leave so soon?” The priest’s low, gravelly voice was quiet, but simultaneously echoed around the otherwise empty church.

“My business with God is, uh,” Sam sniffed, “well, I refuse to pray to someone who refuses to answer.”

The priest nodded, then held out his hand. “Forgive me for not introducing myself. My name is Castiel. I’ve seen you in town, spoken with your brother every Sunday.”

Sam hesitantly shook his hand, out of politeness rather than because he wanted to. “And?”

“I know who you are, Samuel,” Castiel replied, “rather, what you are.”

Sam stared at him. “What do you mean?”

“I saw you and your wife go to the witch Rowena,” Castiel replied. “I’m surprised; I’ve never seen a couple go to a witch before consulting God.”

“She’s not my wife,” Sam replied. “We’ve not… married yet.”

“Oh,” Castiel lowered his eyes and took a deep breath. “May I ask why?”

Sam’s next words were brutally honest, and he hated himself for saying them. “I’ve barely thought about making her my wife. If you know what I am, then you’ll understand my hesitation to wed. And I doubt anyone here in town would be kind enough to marry us; even the other priests here are afraid of me. I’ve not set foot in here for nigh on two years.”

“I am aware of what ails you,” Castiel’s eyes locked with Sam’s, “but you bear it with strength. I might call it a blessing.”

Sam tightened his lips and look at the ground. “It is not a blessing. I was not supposed to take another mate after… after my first Omega, Jessica…” he swallowed, “and when I claimed Y/N as mine, the curse took something from her.”

“Which would be…?”

Sam sighed and looked up at the ornate ceiling, “She can never bear a child. In saving her life, I destroyed the possibility of her ever producing it.”

Castiel nodded slowly. “You’re angry.”

“Of course I’m angry.” Sam spat the words as if they tasted foul. “My Omega—the woman I love more than anything in my life—can’t bear our children. And it’s my fault. I was reckless and stupid and I never thought that my curse could pass to her—”

“You did nothing wrong,” Castiel said. “I am not one to trust witches that deal in black magic, but Rowena is a very smart woman.”

“I know,” Sam folded his arms, “she’s the one who first told me I was cursed.”

Castiel nodded again. “Immortality.”

“Excuse me?”

“Immortality,” Castiel clarified. “Many would sell their souls to the darkest demon to roam the surface of the Earth to live forever. It isn’t a curse, Sam. Not when you’re with Y/N.”

Sam narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” the priest passed him to stand at the altar, “that you have an opportunity to live with her by your side forever. I can see the fear in your eyes, you’re terrified of her leaving you.”

“And how do I make her stay?” Sam felt tears brim in his eyes. “She must hate me, I’ve cursed her.”

Castiel shook his head. “No. No, she won’t hate you. It is a shock, I’ll admit, but you must keep your thoughts up. Something good may come out of this. You cannot keep thinking in the negative.” He handed Sam a small slate tablet covered in foreign writing. “My wife, Meg, she makes these for our parishioners. She’s a healer, and she gives these to those patients with little hope of happiness.”

Sam glanced at the tablet. He was a skilled studier of Latin, English, and Scottish Gaelic, but the letters carved into the slate seemed scrambled and disorganized. “I can't read this.”

“There are very few who can,” Castiel replied. “She is one of them. To loosely transcribe, it’s for luck, propsperity.”

Sam clutched the slate in his hand and held it up, a stiff smile playing on his lips. “Thank you.”

Castiel crossed himself, and Sam did the same before he turned to go. At the door, he stopped and turned around. “Father.”

The priest turned. “Yes?”

“I thought priests couldn’t marry.”

Castiel smiled. “My wife and I were married long before I joined the church. God has not given us any punishment yet; I can only believe that he has given us freedom to continue about our lives.” He touched the cross around his neck. “If you and your… Omega seek a child in the future, we do shelter many orphaned children, many of them infants. If you felt you could take one into your home in the future…”

Sam smiled and nodded. “We’ll consider it.” He held up the tablet again, “thank you, Father.”

Y/N was just walking up the steps to the church when Sam exited. Her face was dry and clear, but Sam could see anxiety heavy in her eyes. “Sam, what have you been doing?”

“Speaking with a priest,” Sam cupped her hands in his and raised them to his lips. “I’m sorry for leaving you behind.”

She shook her head and sighed. “I just want to go home.”

Sam pulled her back against his side and tugged his cloak over her shoulder. “I think we should get you a cloak of your own while we’re here.”

“I have one at home.”

“You deserve another.” Sam gripped her hand tightly in his and walked with her towards the shopping stalls. “You took the herbs from Rowena?”

Y/N nodded. “Yes.”

“Good.” Sam kissed the top of her head and felt her slide an arm around his waist. “What we heard today means nothing. We’ll keep trying. And whatever happens…”

“I know.” She glanced up at him. “You know I’m not angry with you, right? I don’t blame you, we had no way of knowing.”

Sam’s heart ached at her words. “I… I still feel horrible. The curse has even passed to you, love.”

“Not all the way.” Y/N protested. “Sam I’m… if I’m already halfway there, then I want to go all the way.”

He turned to her. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do.” She returned. “I refuse to just… pass into oblivion while you live to the end of time. I want to be by your side for the rest of my life, no matter how long it is. I belong to you.”

Sam slung an arm over her shoulders. “May we finish this conversation at home?”

Y/N nodded. “Yes. I’m sorry for yelling at you.”

Sam shook his head and kissed her, not minding the people that started as they passed by. “You needn’t be. Now, let’s go get you a coat.”

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The Nephilim & Cambion Pt. 5

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 6

Research sucks, I like reading but this is ridiculous. We tried one lead, but it really got us nowhere. We need an Archangel for the spell to open the portal, that was about all we discovered. But things just always seem to work out for us. I had heard of Ketch, but until now I had the pleasure of not meeting him. He stole the Archangel Gabriel from Asmodeus and brought him to us, because he knew we needed an Archangel. And he wants us to protect him from Asmodeus for doing it. He even gave us a vial of Gabriel’s grace and his Archangel blade. We made the deal with him. We needed toil we wanted to get Jack and Mary back, well Jack and my grandma..I guess

I followed my Dad to take care of Gabriel. He looked so sad and ..hurt. Plus I was named after him, so it was kinda cool to see him, meet him. His mouth was sewn shut and Gabriel was so skittish, he was letting Dad carefully cut it off, but he was still shaking and cowering. He finished and set the tools down, Gabriel flinched as Dean walked into the room. 

“We gonna do this thing?” 

Dad looks to Gabriel then stands to talk with uncle Dean. I stay seated near Gabriel. 

“Don’t you think we should wait” Dad looks over at Gabriel, then back to Dean, “I mean look at him”

I watch uncle Dean glance over the injured angel and I look over at him as well. He jumps under the multiple gazes. He meets my eyes and I smile kindly and brightly, trying to show him that we won’t hurt him. Dad and Dean came to a compromise that Dean and Ketch would go, to check things out, see if they could get them back. But we only had a little bit of grace so It would only last 24 hours. We saw them off, praying that Ketch wouldn’t pull anything that  would get another family member trapped in other world.

Castiel showed up not long after uncle Dean left and he wasn’t happy about it. As Dad and Cas were having a heated discussion of why Dean went to the other world with Ketch I skipped to the kitchen. Thinking that maybe making Gabriel some food, would make him feel better. We also had some of his grace left over, any bit he could get would help him recover. Uncle Dean had got me some candy, as I like sweets, so I grabbed some of them on put them on the plate with the sandwich, vial of grace also there. I walked into the hallway, Dad and Cas were there standing outside the doc of bedroom we put Gabriel in. 

“What’s this?” Dad asks. I smile and hold the plate up, “I made him some food, to help him get better”. My father smiles at me, looking proud. Can opens the door and it takes us a good bit to locate where he is. He is so pressed into the corner of the room,it’s like he’s trying to become the wall. “He really is in bad condition” Castiel says when he sees his brother, essentially. “Well the isolation, drawing, torture” Dad points out. I gently take slow steps towards him, I kneel down, placing the plate on the bed as I do. “Gabby” Dad says, when Gabriel jumps, he s worried about what he will do. I hold my hand out. “Hi, Gabriel, my name is Gabriella, I’m Sam’s daughter” I point over my shoulder to me dad, “I’m named after you actually…I made you some food, do you wanna sit on the bed, it be more comfy then the floor” I hold still and he slowly reaches out, taking my hand. 

He sits on the bed and looks at the plate I made for him, I can see that he sees the vial of grace. “Gabriel, after you..died..or we thought you did, you left a video, told us how to put Lucifer in the cage” Gabriel makes no move or motion that the knows what Dad is trying to bring up. “It’s not working” Cas says deeply. Dad rolls his eyes, “I know, maybe he just needs some help, see if anything is in his head” Dad reaches to the plate and takes the vial, but Gabriel freaks out and jumps off the bed. Maybe he is too far gone. We leave him on his own for maybe an hour, to try and reassess the situation. When we come back into the room we are shocked, there is writing all over the walls, in a language I don’t understand. “Can, what is this?” Dad asks spinning as he takes it all in. “It’s his story, how he lived so ‘death’ “ Cas translates. Dad and Cas tried to take in all this new information, that Gabriel was still in there. I don’t know hoe, but dad had a talk with him and got him to talk. Now we have Gabriel and he has at least some of his grace back.

It seems Gabriel’s return of grace alerted Asmodeus to where he was. As my Dad’s phone rang and it was none other than Asmodeus. I can hear what he is saying over the phone. “You have something that belongs to me” “Don’t know what your talking about” My Dad replies rather calmly, but his face is worried. “You have one chance to return what is mine” his southern voice drawls, “he is no use to you , if you do not give him back, i’ll have no choice but to take it by force, you have 10 minutes”. he then hangs up. “I can stop him” I immediately say. “no Gabby” Dad tries to stop me. “I can though, Iam stronger than any demon or prince of hell, let me help” Dad still looks skeptical, “ok, but no direct fighting, I don’t need you getting hurt”. The banter must have gone on longer than I thought or Asmodeus wasn’t patient, because the power went out.

The red emergency lights of the bunker made it all more eerie. It set the mood for those who showed up, demons. Sam jumped into action to fight, but before he could all the demons, froze, screaming as the black mist was expelled from them. Gabby stood hand out, she exorcized them all. “Well, I knew you’d be strong but my my” the southern voice of Asmodeus spoke, nonchalantly appearing in the bunker. Gabby went to fight against the prince of hell, but Gabriel stopped her. She understood that he needed to do this, for everything that he did to him. Asmodeus tried to put Gabriel down again, but Gabriel was himself again and had his power back and in the end Asmodeus burst and burned into flames.

Uncle Dean came back through the portal just in time, but with no Ketch. He explained it a bit to us and we had to tell him what went on here. But it seemed with one person left another had to leave, Gabriel left. Pretty much said thanks for the help, but i’m out. Guess helping him was just for the sake of helping him, he didn’t help us at all, not like we were hoping. It was odd, I expected more from him, maybe it is because I wanted more. I was named after him, he is an Archangel, It just wasn’t what I was expecting of him.

We needed help, seeing as we were almost back at square one. We were going to call Rowena, now I have never met this ‘Rowena’, but Dad explain she was a badass powerful witch….well I may added in the badass part. We were all around the library table, the phone sitting on speaker, ringing, waiting for Rowena to answer. “Hello” a chipper voice sounds over the phone with a scottish accent. “Rowena it’s the Winchesters” Dad spoke “We need your help” Castiel spoke out from behind the chairs we sat at. “Is that the handsome angel I hear” Rowena says, ignoring Dad. Castiel looks like he wants to blush or something, bashfully answering with a, “yes, hello”. I giggle at this which Rowena hears over the phone. “Was that a giggle? I know I’m funny boys, but-“ Sam cuts her off. “That was Gabriella..my daughter”. Rowena makes a happy scoff sound, “well think of that, Sam Winchester has a daughter, how are you sweety” She speaks to me, even though she can’t see me. I smile, I like her, “I’m fantastic, I’ve heard about you Rowena, you sound awesome” “Oh I really like her” Rowena speaks, “call me aunty Rowena, honey” “Ok, ok” Dean jumps in, “you to can talk your hearts out later, Rowena we need your help” “Well I don’t know boys, I’m on my own little job now” Rowena answers, background noise can be heard, other people talking. “Rowena, are you at a party?” Dad asks. “I am, I’m surprised you know what a party sounds like” The boys look annoyed. “Oh I have to go boys, bye bye, oh and goodbye little Winchester” then Rowena hangs up. There is a pause, that plan didn’t work. “She's right” Castiel speaks up, “you never go to parties”.

We ended up going after Rowena in person, she was hunting reapers, trying to get her son back. Crowley, on on way back to the bunker she told me about him, Fergus, but mostly known as Crowley aka the King of Hell. She agreed to help us and we were working on the spell to open the portal. Gabriel had also returned to help, I don’t know exactly what happened but he turned up and decided he wanted to help us out now. I was watching as Rowena was gathering ingredients, reading from a book I didn’t understand. I was excited, it seemed things were finally working out, I smile to myself I was happy thinking of having Jack back. I miss not having him to talk to about my powers and showing him things. “Are you and the Nephilim close?” Rowena asks. I look up thing a moment , “yes..” I wander off thinking about Jack. “Do you have a crush?” Rowena points to my cheek. My hand flies up and my warm cheek, stuttering. “You do” She smirks, but kindly. “I umm….ya” I admit. “don’t worry my lips are sealed, those Winchesters are great at hunting monsters, but now so much at talking about feelings”. I laugh at this, “I guess not”. Our conversation ends when the guys walk in, Including Castiel and Gabriel. “We ready?” Dean asks. “Yes” Rowena says, “just need the holy juice” She holds her hand out and Gabriel hands over a small vial of grace. She adds it to the misty potion bowl, “you boys only have a day” Rowena instructs then she says the spell, opening the glowing portal. “Alright” Dean nods, ready to go. Dad looks to me and places a hand on my shoulder, ready to guide me through. But the glowing flickers and fizzes out, the portal closing. We need more angel grace, Gabriel is still to weak to provide the amount needed to keep the portal open. The only archangel possible for us to get our hands on was lucifer. No one wanted it to come to him, but we needed him. Dad, Dean and Cas were worried about the past experiences, I mean Lucifer possessed my Dad. Dad was mostly worried for me. As a Cambion the closer I was to Lucifer the more powerful I became. It took a heated debate, but It is what needed to be done, so Gabriel and Rowena went get Lucifer.

Now it was time, hopefully, we have been through enough,we don’t need anymore bumps in the road, but I’m sure there would be. Lucifer was still passed out as Rowena put the ingredients together for a second time. Dad and uncle Dean had firm stances in front of me, blocking me from Lucifer. I could feel the difference, being in the same room as him. It felt like when I was a kid and my powers started up for the first time, like tornadoes swirling inside you waiting to wreak havoc. It was like that all over again, but even more powerful. As I was trying to rein myself in, Lucifer woke up. He looks around the room groggily, putting the pieces together. “Oh” He shakes his head, “I see what’s going on” he sounds patronizing,taunting. “Your going to save mother Mary”. He scans the room, looking at the reactions of all the people he has had less than nice interactions with. His eyes stop on me, Dad and Dean notice, I see their forms clench in uncomfort. “I knew I sensed something powerful” He smirks, “but a Cambion how interesting, tell me how are you with the Winchesters and still alive?” “Hey, don’t talk to her” Uncle Dean is firm. Lucifer raises his brows in an innocent manner, “just asking a question, and I believe I asked her, not you”. I swallow the lump in my throat, “Sam’s my Dad”. Lucifer lights up, “Well.. well ..well” he smirks, “Enough” Dad interjects, “we need grace to open the portal, and we need a lot, so we are going to use you” Dad stands closer to Lucifer, almost getting in his face, “we are not just gonna crack the door open, we are gonna keep it open, drain you” “Grace on tap” Gabriel adds on after Dad finishes his rant. Lucifer doesn’t look phased by the information. They give Rowena the ok and she opens the portal. We lined up to go through, Dad was by my side, letting me go through before him and after Uncle Dean. I take a breath and step through, falling into the other side. I screech and catch ,myself, stopping myself mid fall down a hill. The others rolled down. I slide on m feet and butt down to them. only to see Gabriel had landed right near Castiel’s crotch area. I bit my lip to stop giggling, watching as they scrambled away from each other. Once they gathered themselves we needed to find where we were and where we need to go. “They have an outpost in Dayton Kentucky” Dean informs the group. I know he was directing to towards Castiel, but I figured it out before him. “That way” I point northish. “Ok” Dean gestures for me to lead the way, which I do. It is gonna be a long walk.

We had been walking for a good hour and a bit when off in the distance we heard screaming. We all shared a quick look and followed it with haste. In the woods were two people being attack by a human looking monster, but with a sharp set of teeth. It was a vampire, but a scarier than normal vampire. I have never fought vampires before so Im the last to jump in to help, but when I do I finish the fight. I hold my hand out and the vampire drops to the ground in a pile of glittery dust. I may have taken inspiration from twilight, cause vampires sparkle in the story. “Thank you” The man and woman breath deeply, they eye me oddly, but I can tell they are thankful. “Which way are you headed?” Dad asks them. “North, to Dayton” The man answers “The rebels Jack and Mary have a camp there” The girl adds on. “That’s were we are headed as well” Dean tells them. “Well were headed” The new man says, “the only way is through the tunnel, there is a nest of vampires in there”. We all hold our breaths, but Dean makes the decision, “we have to go though, stick with us, we will get you to the other side” and we head to the tunnel.

The tunnel is dark, damp and eerie. I am right beside my dad, the girl beside me. We are moving in a circle kind of formation. I hear things around us, but they haven’t come out yet, made a move and I didn’t know why. If the vampires were so hungry, why haven’ they attacked us yet. They is a cavern, the exit block by rocks on one side of it. Castiel and Gabriel begin to move rocks with the help of the man, Dad, Dean and the girl and I stand watch, nervous and waiting for the bloodsuckers to show themselves. The noises started to get louder, it was hard to her over the rocks being moved, but they were growing closer. Then they ran from the shadows, they surrounded us, ambushed us. everyone has to fight them off. I am using my powers, turning them to dust, setting them on fire anything I can do fast enough, but they are so fast and I’m not use to this kind of combat. I hear a scream, it’s a man and it was my Dad. One got him, dragging him down, others swarming in. I screamed, letting pent up anger flow through, relaxed as power. The rocks blocking the entrance blew out like an explosion and I tried to get the vampires off of him. But he was pale and limp already and more kept coming. Uncle Dean picked me up, pulling me away. Pulling himself and me away from him. I walked with my uncle in silence, no one talked to us. I had blood on my clothes, I didn’t know who or what it belonged to, I didn’t care. We walked to Dayton, made it to the camp. The gateway in site. As we walked into camp a bell rang. Once I was in the camp, I look from my feet to find him. I saw him step out from a building with Mary, my grandmother. “Gabby” His voice was soft I didn’t really hear it, but I know it’s what he said. “Jack” it was like a whine, my eyes blurring. He ran and held me as I cried into his chest, clutching him close.

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One of Supernatural's first major female characters, Bela Talbot (Lauren Cohan) only lasted one season before being killed off, and here's why. While Supernatural played host to lots of great characters over the course of its 15-year run, the show did sometimes draw criticism for being a bit of a boys' club. Brothers Sam and Dean Winchester were of course the leads, with their angel pal Castiel becoming a series regular himself later, as did Sam and Dean's surrogate father figure Bobby Singer.

Supernatural did eventually create some great female characters of its own, such as powerful Scottish witch Rowena, tough but caring cop Jody Mills, and Sam and Dean's own resurrected mom Mary Winchester. Still, for a long time, the lack of strong female representation in the main and recurring cast was quite noticeable. Perhaps that traces back to the introduction of Bela Talbot in season 3, one of the first big roles played by future Walking Dead superstar Lauren "Maggie Greene" Cohan.

Related: Supernatural's Ending Flips The Original Season 5 Finale

Cohan's Bela Talbot appeared in 6 of season 3's 16 episodes, although it would've probably been more if that season hadn't been cut short by a writer's strike. Unfortunately, her fate of dying early probably would've remained the same, for a few reasons.

Bela Talbot was originally only planned to be a recurring antagonist, but after The CW requested a second female regular in the cast - the demon Ruby had also recently joined - producers agreed to make Bela a more prominent fixture in Supernatural season 3. They opted not to simply make her a love interest for Sam and Dean, and tried their best to introduce her in small doses. Unfortunately, fans were cool to the character right away. While some of that was simply fans wanting Sam and Dean to always be the center of attention, Bela was was also unpopular due to how she was written.

Bela was, to put it lightly, a huge jerk to the Winchesters, and went out of her way to screw them over whenever it suited her. However, unlike Crowley later, there weren't really moments designed to make her a likable anti-hero either. Fans felt she was getting too much focus, and the backlash was immense. Supernatural creator Eric Kripke would later admit that they had gone too far in giving her the spotlight, and also written her in a way where she seemed irredeemably awful.

The writers also ran into the problem of being unable to come up with believable reasons why Bela would just happen to keep running into the Winchester brothers, as she seemed to have no direct ties to the season's main story about trying to release Dean from his demon deal. Finally, the decision was made to kill her off near the end of season 3, and oddly enough, backstory for Bela was injected that made many fans see her in a new light. Bela had made her own crossroads deal that was about to come due, in exchange for the death of her abusive parents. She was then killed by hellhounds and carried off to the netherworld. If they introduced this sympathetic element much earlier, perhaps Supernatural fans would've been more receptive.

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[shadowfaximpala]

Immortals

(GIF not mine)

MASTERLIST

Part 3

Summary:  Hidden in the shadows of your brother’s endless mistakes you wanted to finally feel something. An old enemy confides in you after various mishaps and you realise you have more in common than you thought.

Tags: Reader Insert, Female Reader, Winchester Sister, Series, Season 10 - 11, Eventual Smut

Relationship: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: Drunk Driving, Fighting

Author’s Notes: I’m getting there with the updates! Time to start writing new chapters! I abandoned this story for so many reasons but I want to finish in light of recent episodes...

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Encounter

Fuming with outrage you sped down the highway in your customised 1969 Ford Mustang, if there was one thing you and Dean shared it was a love of classic cars, and she was a beast of a car. Darla was the name you had given her when your Dad purchased her for you after your first solo hunt, you killed a Vampire named Darla, you christened the Mustang after her as a trophy, back then it seemed like a cool thing to do... Too involved in your own little world you failed to see the figure in the middle of the roadway, adorned in a long black cloak carrying a Wicca basket.

“Fuck!” You noticed her at the last second and slammed on your breaks. Darla's wheels protested but came to an abrupt halt right before the stranger. Her hair was auburn, as bright and as deep as autumn orange, and she had a slim figure you’d kill for, hunting gave you a certain muscular physique, much like your brothers that meant you could take on monsters up close.

You wound the window down and yelled rudely. “Lady get out of the fucking road, are you crazy? Woah get your hands off my car!” You watched in horror as she placed both hands on the bonnet of your jet black motor, leaving dirty hand prints.

“Now that’s just plain rude!” The woman drawled in a thick Scottish accent. “You almost ran poor little me over and now you have the indecency to shout at me... And all I wanted to do was talk, F/N Winchester.” You were stunned to silence. Taking in her demeanour you knew exactly who she was; your brother’s had mentioned various encounters with the witch Rowena, but you had yet to encounter her...  But what on earth she was doing in the middle of the road waiting for you at that precise moment perplexed you, she was obviously seeking you but to know where you would be at that precise moment was almost intimidating... Then again you’d come across stranger things. You shrugged off your thoughts and before you could say anything she had let herself in the passenger side of your car.

“What the- Where were you when they handed out manners?” You jested indignantly.

“I could ask you the same thing, dearie...” She gave you a smug grin and pressed on. “Now it’s come to my attention that you and your brothers have become a problem in my Son’s court.” She gave you a once over and her features twisted into a condescending frown. “You in particular.” She finished.

“Well you don’t beat around the bush do you; I thought we might get a coffee and chat?” You rolled your eyes sarcastically, starting your engine to pull into the side of the road before a truck ploughed into the back of Darla. You processed over the witch’s words carefully. “What do you mean by your son’s court anyway? We’re a problem in everyone’s court unless you haven’t noticed.”

“Oh I know that,” her voice lowered a tone. “But I couldn’t care less about who else you pose a problem for; you’re not distracting their King... Well you might be, in the case it would be easier for you to break to son’s heart. If he had one!” She was almost muttering to herself and cackled.

“Back up... I have no idea what you’re talking about, I don’t know who your son-” The penny finally dropped. Taking in her accent into consideration, her demeanour, the fact that you only knew one King at that moment.

“Ahh, I see those cogs in your head have finally clicked lass.”

“You’re Crowley’s mother?”

“You Winchester’s aren’t very smart.” She laid the insults on thick.

“Well I was about to say it explains a lot.” You cast her a cold glance, one which she practically beamed at.

“I can see why he’s so fond of you, you’re a fighter!”

“And you talk too much. You haven’t told me why exactly you’re here, to warn me off your son? Well I don’t think a human girl and the King of Hell can be besties now, do you?”

“Perhaps not, but a demon Winchester... What a shame that was, you had so much potential lass, and you threw it away no thanks to your brothers, meddling in affairs, yet again!” She expressed her anger through her hands, she was an intriguing woman to watch in any other circumstance, but she was practically confessing that she had involvement in the fate that almost became of you.

“You’re the reason I was abducted by the demon circus!” Rage consumed your voice and it became a primitive snarl.

“And the I would say you’re welcome, but well you know... They managed to make a pig’s ear of it. Bloody demons. Can you blame me? I'm only trying to make my son happy, he’s such a misery guts.” She feigned a pout and beamed again at you, patting her hand on your knee. “Now, I hope you don’t hold any grudges, but I must be going. Take this visit as a... Friendly warning.”

“With all due respect, I don’t think you’re in any position to be threatening me... I' sure you’re familiar with my family too and what they will do to you. Now kindly get the hell out of my car.” Your tone was laced in venom, low and threatening.

“With pleasure.” She beamed once more, popping open the passenger door and exiting the car, as she closed the door you sped off down the highway once more, one stop in mind.

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Business was not so booming in these parts anymore. You parked up and made a quick dash for the local bar. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes wafted through the air. You could sense everyone’s eyes on you, watching your demeanour, the way you moved confidently up to the bar.

“Whiskey, neat... Make it a double.” You ordered the barkeep. He proceeded to pour your drink.

“Rough day?” He asked. You nodded, and tossed the money on the counter.

It didn't take long until a token group of bikers came into the bar, at first they were quiet but after a few rounds they became a loud and obnoxious, each taking their turn to offer you a drink or make some repulsive comment in attempt to flatter you. One by one you sent them away. That was until one of them laid a hand on your thigh. Your blood boiled, anger took over into a blind rage and you sent the heavy set man tumbling, snapping a pool cue over your leg and offering him outside. He mopped up the blood from his cut lip with the back of his hand and shouted derogatory comments your way before scurrying off to his friends.

“You know, I find that such an attractive quality in a woman...” That English accent cut through your burning rage, your shoulders relaxed and you turned to face the new intruder on your privacy.

“Crowley...” You breathed a sigh of relief. It was only the King of Hell... What possible harm could come to you in his company?

“Drink?” He offered and you nodded. Of all the men that had offered you a drink that evening, Crowley was the only offer you had accepted, you somehow felt safe in his company. It was almost laughable at how contradictory that truly was, but there was a mutual understanding between your family and the King of Hell. Crowley always seemed to come down on the Winchester's side, intentional or not; he knew where he could place his bets.

He subsequently ordered himself a scotch on the rocks and a neat double whiskey for you. You were surprised he knew exactly what you were drinking, you wondered if he had been watching you for some time, or just eyed you as the type.

“How long have you been here?” You quizzed.

“Long enough to watch you handle yourself against those poor sods.” He took at seat at the bar and you propped yourself onto a bar stool next to him.

“Your mother paid me a visit by the way...” You sipped nonchalantly on your beverage, watching his eyebrow twitch out of the corner of your eye. “She’s almost as charming as you,” you joked. You could see no hint of that humour transfer to Crowley.

“And what did she say?” He asked cautiously.

“What didn't she? That woman talks a lot.” That did earn you a smile. “She uh... Just warned me that my brothers and I are distracting you from doing your job, and she also mentioned the whole trying to turn me into a Demon... I'm not pointing fingers but she pretty much admitted she was responsible for planting that notion into your little friends’ heads.” You had no intention of telling him what she had mentioned about you being the biggest distraction, you didn't believe that part was true, you knew deep down Crowley was wary of your brothers and you more than anything.

“That bloody witch!” He cursed, balling his hands into a tightly clenched fist. “I had a feeling she was something to do with it.”

“She left a hex bag in my car too...” You laughed and threw the thing in your pocket onto the counter. Crowley picked it up and inspected it closely. “I don’t think your mom approves of me.”

“Funny, because she’s going through a lot of damn trouble to inconvenience you, usually she’d just kill you or curse you.” He cast you a quick glance and returned his attention to the hex bag before putting it in his suit pocket. “I think she likes you.” You cocked an eyebrow at him and let out a heavy laugh.

“She has a funny way of showing it!” Your eyebrows knitted together in a frown, much to your annoyance you knew it wouldn't be wise to get on her bad side.

“That’s what I tell myself every day.” Raising the glass of scotch to his lips you watched him out of the corner of your eye. You hated to admit it to yourself but whenever Crowley appeared in the midst of something, you always stole a quick glance at him, his well tailored suits and his presence. A man of confidence and power; it went against every fibre of your being, every ounce of hunter blood coursing through your veins screamed at you, told you he was a demon, that it was forbidden to feel anything but hatred. But time after time Crowley helped you, helped your brothers, he always broke the rules when it came to demonic relationships with humans. Your head began to swim, perhaps from the alcohol or the company but you shrugged it off, deciding to enjoy both while it lasted.

The both of you drank for a while longer, Crowley ordered in the rounds, eventually the bar was almost empty of souls and the sun had long set. The barkeep cast you both the occasional glance, smiling to himself as he continued to clean glasses and make the bar look tidy in case a band of merry men strode through the door looking to drink themselves into oblivion. The conversation flowed so well, you and Crowley always shared a twisted sense of humour, you both shared so much in common.

“So let me get this straight... Moose is your twin brother? You look nothing alike!” Crowley looked genuinely shocked that he had never found this information out sooner.

“Yep! I was born 15 minutes after, that makes him my older brother, yet we look totally different! Thank god!” You could finally feel the effects of the alcoholic spirits wearing down on you but you still had your senses.

“It’s just as well you don’t, I don’t think I’d enjoy our company as much...” He gave you a wicked grin, which you returned, pink staining your cheeks slightly. In a sober circumstance you probably would have deemed yourself delusional but you had a thing for throwing caution to the wind, yet another wonderful family trait.

“Is the King of Hell trying to flirt with me?” You cocked your head to the side a little trying to look naive.

“That depends, is it working?” His accent made him seem so nonchalant about it.

“Well, buy me another drink and we’ll find out.” Your grin turned into a dark smirk.

“Hell woman, you’ll drink the place dry.” His wry humour made him so much more attractive.

"Crowley?" You asked after a moment of silence. Your tone switched from lighthearted and flirty to serious in a click.

"Yes, love?" His expression changed with your tone.

"What does it feel like... to be a demon? All that blood in my veins... I felt, so angry, but so empty... Would you have been happy if they succeeded? I know Dean was a handful but maybe things could have been different with me..." You started to waffle on, but the demon before you put his hand up to interject.

"I was so angry when I found out what they had done, I went straight to your brothers for help. I don't want you to become like me, I have no virtue, I feel empty and cold inside. If you lose that then you wouldn't be you... You wouldn't be the woman I've grown so fon-"

Suddenly the door burst open, the offending bikers from earlier staggered back in, even more intoxicated than when they left. The large hairier one pointed to you. “That’s the bitch!” He bellowed. He made his way over to where you sere sat, slowly like a predator. You rolled your eyes, but inside you knew you were no match for several drunken men.

“Back for round two? Running off crying to your pals once not good enough? What's the matter did they say you had no dick so you're trying to overcompensate”? You tried to stall for time while you thought of an exit strategy.

“You have a big mouth girl!” His fist came flying towards you, you threw your hands to block but before he had landed a hit, a hand had wrapped around the biker’s wrist to stop him dead in his tracks.

“Didn't anyone ever tell you it’s wrong to hit a woman?” Crowley remained dangerously calm, but you knew the anger boiling up inside, you’d seen that dead stare so many times. “Tell your goons to back off or you’ll all regret it in the morning.” You knew just as well that he meant it.

“Who the fuck are you?” The heavily set man snarled.

“The King of Hell.” Crowley replied, the man burst out laughing hysterically. Snap. His arm was twisted in several places and almost severed clean off. Screams filled the air and the man clutched his flaccid arm in agony, the demon next to you took it a step further and thrust his heel into the back of the man's leg as he fell to the floor, breaking his leg to match his arm.

You hoped the others in his gang would get the sense to back down, but they all charged in, you dodged and ducked, throwing punches. One landed a fist to your forehead, you fell backwards into the pool table, snatching another cue off the blue cloth you wrapped it around a scrawny gang member’s head. It was like you were possessed, you couldn't see straight, red filled your vision and before you knew it you had snapped out the knife from your pocket, lunging it into the shoulder of another attacker. You raised it a second time, ready to bury it in the guy's chest. A firm grip wrapped around your dainty wrist, in an anger fuelled burst you swung around only to find a familiar demon keeping you from killing the man on the ground. His face was so close to your own, you could smell the whiskey on his breath, your vision darted from between his eyes to his lips as you took heavy breaths to calm down. Your senses slowly returning you dropped the knife, bodies moving closer, faces edging towards each other.

You closed your eyes and leaned in as he closed the gap, Crowley's lips ghosting over yours, testing the waters before everything you felt surfaced. The kiss deepened into a passionate and angry battle, Crowley clicked his fingers and the stirring gang members and the bar keep crashed to the floor, as if time had stopped.

Your hands roamed his body and his hands gripped at yours, trying to bring you even closer. He pushed you against the pool table firmly. Just as he clutched your shirt, ready to roll it up when you heard Crowley’s ring tone.

“Bollocks.” He muttered, breaking away from you. “If it’s important they’ll ring back...” He ignored it the first time, bringing his attention back to you, you hopped up onto the table, wrapping your legs around his waist as he laced kisses down your neck, tantalisingly slow and teasing, earning desperate whimpers as you edged him closer with your thighs.

The phone buzzed again. Crowley didn't seem too happy as he backed away from you, answering the call with an angry snap of “What the bloody hell do you want, This better be damned important I'm in the middle of something...” You giggled at his mannerisms.

His face changed from anger to a cool and calm exterior as he muttered acknowledgements over the phone. That dangerous edge to him returning.  

“I’ll be there in a minute.” He put the phone down and shoved it unhappily in his pocket.

“Arseholes. Only ever need my help at the most inconvenient time” He fussed. You watched him closely now, not sure how to assess the situation after you just had your thighs wrapped around the King of Hell, ready to do oh so much more...

“I have to go love, Hell calls.” He actually looked apologetic. You nodded.

“Rain check...” You laughed nervously. He glanced you up and down, smirking.

“Definitely.” He clicked his fingers and disappeared. The bar remained quiet, you tiptoed over the battered and bruised biker gang out the bar and over to Darla.

You propped open the door and sat down, opening the glove box to find a spare knife to strap to your belt since you left your other one abandoned on the floor of the bar with the now stirring men. You were surprised to see an elegant red rose carefully placed in there, its thorns tucked under an envelope, which was probably a speeding ticket.

You picked it up and fastened it into the top pocket of your jacket, absent of mind and smiling like a wicked cat. Putting the keys into the ignition she purred to life, you set your satellite navigation back to the bunker, not that you needed it but you enjoyed knowing your way back home after you had ingested too much alcohol and probably shouldn't be driving right this second but you had always managed to get home safe and sound and never wrapped Darla around a tree, you had been in far worse states than the one you were in now, besides you had already had some sobering shocks back to your senses...

Your mind began flashing back to everything that happened in the bar, your heart skipped a beat when you remembered the feel of Crowley's lips on yours, the press of his body against your own, fitting perfectly together. With all highs, there come considerable lows as anxiety flashed in the back of your mind growing with each passing second to the forefront of your cognitive activity; the thought of your brothers finding out what had transpired... It would most certainly kill them, Dean would hunt Crowley to the ends of the earth and to the depths of hell for revenge. You took deep and calming breaths, your brothers didn't have to know. After all, they kept secrets from you, far worse ones at that. With a long sigh you took your foot off the clutch and began the process of driving home slowly.