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[jakeabel]

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[sardonic-courtney]

Crowley x Reader. We Met Before. P2/7

Summary: You end up living with Bobby after your parents die. You go to church and meet Priest Crowley and you end up getting along (if you know what i mean). A few years later when Bobby passes you move the the bunker with Sam and Dean and end up meeting Crowley again.

Part 1  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6 Part 7

Warnings: Mention of loss, Spelling mistakes, Picture of gun (straight after keep reading), you go to church?

Around 1700 words.

Meeting:

(Around season 5 but not following story at all)

…the day before your 18th birthday. The day you can finally start training and helping on hunts. You fall asleep after the movie and wake up to your alarm reading 8.30am (Birthdate) Sunday. The day you had been waiting for. You could finally start training. Well after Sunday service, it was something your mother never failed to attend no matter what state she was hunting in and you kept that alive, even if you weren’t exactly sure how you felt about religion, but going helped you feel close to your mum again, and after hearing briefly about what the Winchesters had gone though it could be useful to learn a bit more. You got ready and headed to the kitchen where you met with Bobby.

“Happy Birthday kid” he said trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible, even though he had woken up kinda early on a weekend.

“Hey, I’m 18 now, no longer a kid.” You smiled at him.

He shook his head in response chuckling as he grabbed an envelope with a box attached to it. When you received it you could see your name written messily on the envelope in a blue ink, you opened it and to no surprise was a card with (Your fav animal) wearing a hat, just like every year. You smiled and read the inscription inside. Then headed for the black box with a gold ribbon loosely tied around, Bobby had never been the best at bows, but you love the effort. Untying and opening the box you see a silver gun with carvings on, and a wooden handle with a pentacle carved. (Like below but you can change to preference)

“I know it's not much, but it was your dad’s, the boys found it when they…” he trailed of for a second. “when they were searching the nest, I thought it was the best time to give it to you, seeing as you’re so god damned persistent on training.”

“I love it Bobby, thank you so much” You gently lay it on the table and encase him in a hug, which he allows for a few seconds”

“Alright” He said patting your back and stepping away, “just because you have a gun doesn’t mean you are ready to hunt though. Understood?”

“Yeah I know” you reply trying not to laugh at his stern expression.

“Right well there’s some (f/f) if your hungry” he said moving to reveal a plate behind him.

“Oh my gosh you didn’t have to” You say looking at the counter with a neatly plated breakfast. You grabbed it and sat down enjoying the change from the usual cereal or toast, and with a mouth half full asked. “When can I start?”

“Lunch time. We will start with some basics ways to hunt and defend yourself.”

You were about to speak when he interrupted guessing your thoughts.

“You won’t be going on any hunts anytime soon until you are 100% ready. You can help out with some of the research though”

You rolled your eyes, as if you didn’t already help with the research. You finished your food and said your goodbyes, Bobby probably heading back to bed for a nap, you left heading for church to see Priest Peter. He was a nice priest and you got to know him a bit with the visits you made.

You were stood outside the church on time at 9:30 when you friend Lena came up and you started heading in. Lena was lovely, you had met at your first church service and continues to go together ever since. You didn’t really see each other outside, but you grew close nonetheless. She was only a year older than you but sometimes it seemed like she was half her age. She like the rest of people outside your small family didn’t know it was your birthday, and you liked that.

“So (Y/N), did you hear Priest Peters gone away for a while?” she spoke grinning at you, unlike you she didn’t like Peter, said his voice made her want to sleep.

“What, how come? I didn’t hear anything” you replied completely confused.

“Yep, No one knows for sure, but I think it's something about a family member getting married in Australia.”

“So, do we have Marcus today then?” Marcus was as you called him jr Peter, he was still in training and followed Peter around like a lost dog.

“Must do” She replied smiling, she never said it but you could tell she liked Marus a lot more, you took your seats, you sat on the second row back always. It was good for the winter because it was next to a heater, and good for the summer because it was near an openable window. You and Lena sat and talked about pointless things until everyone had sat down and the service started.

The priest walked up, but it wasn’t Marcus or anyone you had ever seen before. It was a very attractive man. He had messy hair, and very short beard on his pale skin. He was slightly chubby and wearing the usual priest get up, but for some reason seemed slightly us of place. Your eyes were drawn to him, it was like you couldn’t look away.

“Good Morning. I am Father Crowley, and I will be covering for Peter whilst he is away at his sister’s wedding.” he spoke confirming Lenas rumor.

He had a beautiful English accent and managed to get everyone's attention without raising his voice. The service went on as usual, although you payed more attention to the man in front of you instead of his teachings of God. Before long, it was over, and you all got up to give blessings and mingle a bit before you were to go. After a while Lena had left having to go run an errand, and you were talking to an old woman you did the occasional job for who lived about 5 minutes away. Just as you finished your conversation and the women went out, your phone buzzed, and you pulled it out of your pocket. 10.45 am, and two new messages.

One from Sam “Morning (Y/N), Happy Birthday, hope you have a good day, me and Dean will try to visit soon, I found a book in the bunker library you will like.”

Another from Dean “Happy Birthday (N/N) good luck training today, have a good one. Me and Sammy will swing round in a couple weeks to check in and make sure Bobby’s not driving you too crazy. Be safe xx”

You smiled as you slid your phone away deciding to reply later. You had been close to the Winchesters after the accident, both becoming brothers to you, Dean was however much more protective of you then Sam was. You looked around and noticed you were the last to leave, as you turned towards the doors you noticed Father Crowley still stood there looking at you.

“Did you enjoy the service?” he asked casually walking over to you.

You hesitated a moment before replying with a simple “Yes”. You don’t know why but he made you feel slightly nervous, not in a bad way, but you couldn’t describe it. You noticed up close his eyes were a sort of green colour.

“Good, I’m new to holding services to be honest with you…”

“(Y/N)” you filled in the blank.

“(Y/N) what a lovely name. Do you always come to church (Y/N)?” He asked lingering on your name.

“Yes, Father every week” you replied composing yourself a little. “It seemed like you had done a thousand services before, I don’t think anyone noticed”

“Thank you, and please just call me Crowley, I’m not a big fan of the whole Father thing” he said smiling. “What were your thoughts on the passage read today?”

“I’m not sure. I think in some ways it………...but it seems a bit………” You gave your opinion and Crowley responded with a grin.

“I agree completely. Well I assume you will be here next week?”

“Yes, I will be, and you?”

“Peter will still be away so it will be me again for at least another 2 weeks. Would you perhaps like to meet up after service for coffee and discus some more of your views?”

“Sure, I would love to” you replied trying to hide your smile, “I better get going though, goodbye Crowley.”

“Until next time” he nodded as you left to go back home.

Meeting up next week? For coffee? You thought as you walked along the path. Okay (Y/N) don’t think to much into it, he just wants to talk about the service. Oh, why did I agree, I don’t want to sit and talk to a priest about the bible, although I do want to talk to this specific priest more. Why am I even worrying about it it’s not like it’s a date, can priests even date? I wouldn’t even want it to be, he seems nice and he is attractive, but if he can date he's probably already married he did seem a bit older. It's probably a group thing and he just invited me along to go with them, of course that makes sense.

You finally arrived though the front door and are greeted with the sound of yelling coming from in the house.

“…no, you idjit, you’re supposed to give them the second number if you want the FBI………. Just don’t mess up again your lucky I have common sense.” He put the phone down just as you walked in the room.

“What was that?” You asked sitting on a chair.

“The wheelers, giving out the wrong numbers again. Your back later than usual service run over?” He asked looking at his watch.

“No just stayed to chat a bit after, it was a new priest.”

“Ahh I see, well do you want to watch a film seeing as its your birthday we could go get some snacks and rent a movie?”

“No way, you’re not getting out of this one, you said we would train at noon, its 11:30. We can watch a film after.” You looked up at him and he frowned.

“I don’t know kid, maybe we should wait another year.”

“Nope no chance, I’m going to get changed and then we can start.” Bobby looked unimpressed so you added on a “Please.” Giving him puppy dog eyes.

“Fine all right, alright go change we can start today”

“Yay thank you” You yelled heading up the stairs to get changed.

 A/N I don’t really know what a service looks like because i haven't been to one for ages, so apologise about that. Sorry if your names Lena as well don't worry show wont be mentioned much. Thank you for reading hope you enjoyed it. :D

[veryfineday]

Friday 1 April 1831

8 40/..

12 25/..

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george tooK my notes to monsieur Julliart to monod (the boys will come) and to mr. Henry Edwards - out - no answer - good Friday - up at 6 20/.. for 1/4 hour  but went to bed again -

Fahrenheit 40 1/2º at 6 1/2 and 42 1/2º at 9 1/2 at my desK at 9 50/.. - (breakfast at 12 in 1/2 hour - then some time talKing to my aunt -) wrote 3 pp.[pages] and long ends, and crossed the 1st page and wrote 3 lines crossing on the 2nd to M-[Maraina] 

“Paris rue godot de m-[mauroy] no.39 - good Friday 1 April 1831  my dearest - you would see from my last how I was daily watching the post in anxious and confident expectation of hearing from you - In such a case, I could imagine no possible circumstances of occupation of time and thoughts that could account for the silence - there must be some physical impediment to prevent the writing of a few words; and, in the present state of the post between here and England, not daring to caculate on the loss of a letter, I concluded that harass and fatigue had KnocKed you up - ”

“In the midst of all this (on monday) miserable uncertainty, came a letter from Isabella - ‘I saw by yesterday’s paper that the poor little squire of Lawton is dead, and feel really sorry for it, as he was a harmless goodhearted little man, and mariana will have a loss in him’ - this confirmed my fears - How can it be that my 1st intelligence of such an event should be Isabella’s quotation from the public papers? I leave you to guess my anxiety till your letter arrived yesterday - I can well imagine how fully your ‘time and thoughts would be taKen up’, and how much writing you must have had - a moment’s reflection will now suggest to you to whom your 1st letter, on such an occasion, ought to have been written? Half a dozen words have been enough - the death of the (p2) poor little man does indeed seem to have been awfully sudden at the last; and I did not wonder at the shocK it is to you all - nor do I wonder at all at C-’s[Charles’s] being so low spirited, and nervous - the loss, especially the sudden loss of those to whom we have been long accustomed, is a melancholy warning to us all - what is unexpected has a double force, its own intrinsic importance multiplied into the suddenness of the shocK - Procrastination, says your favourate author, is the thief of time - Anticipation is the thief of pleasure and of pain - when have we dreampt of joy or sorrow, and waKing find the picture true?”     

“you seem to have managed everything with your usual good judgement; and I can quite understand that your interrupted attentions must become more and more indispensable to C-[Charles], and the thought of your absence, for however short a time, less and less to be endured - all this is natural; and I have no longer any thought of all the schemes that have for months past been the little idols of my thoughts - If C-‘s[Charles’s] disinclination to leaving Lawton and having society continues, of course, I shall find you at home in July - but I hope and think you will all get up your spirits by and by; and perhaps you may then for some time to come, move about more than ever - Should this be the case, I must take my chance about finding you (p.3) somewhere or other - we shall not have seen each other for nearly 2 years and a 1/2, time enough to make you fancy me shambling over anxieties which I now begin to feel, you understand better so long as nine pence paid the postage, and thought met thought in 4 and 20 hours - I am not quite certain that it is at this moment your firm conviction, that you will find me as little changed at heart, as if time had stood still since the 7th of June 1813 - Do not mistake me - I do not mean the least insinuation, or shadow of insinuation, that you are at all sceptic in any leading article of faith - nothing is farther from my mind - but perhaps you then may be honest enough to agree that it is high time to interrupt the betweenity of seas, and alps, and all that pale cold mistiness that is the natural vestiture of absence - ”

“I am glad you approve my determination as to my aunt’s returning to Shibden - whatever may be the tenure of my father’s life I have not the least idea that any reason at present exists, or will, or can exist to induce the necessity of seeKing another residence for my aunt - I have not yet written to marian on the subject (shall write in a day or two), but have no doubt that matters will be arranged without diffculty - where I shall put myself, depends upon a variety of circumstances public and private - when I wrote of 3 weeKs at Lawton, and thought of 3 weeKs or a month with you on voyage, I was undetermined about my aunt, and never dreampt that the poor little squire’s pilgrimage was so nearly at an end - I cannot quite make out whether you have always been in really as fully aware as I have taKen it for granted you must be, that all plans concerning myself had a Lawton influence to undergo that I could not exactly sum up till July - what you may say, what C-[Charles] may say may weigh I Know not how much - Of course, it is not to be supposed that I shall just yet be served up every day in the stuffing, or as you would call it, forcemeat, at Shibden - nous verrons - I shall be anxious to hear the decision about Leamington - ”

“I am quite enter into the comfort it must have been to you to see mrs. milne - Do pray tell me how she is looKing - I am glad to hear little mariana has got so well over the measles - Isabella told me your mother had been very unwell - I hope and trust she is now quite recovered - Does she still live at Scarbro’? you never mention Louisa - Is she with your uncle? you talK of beginning to thinK of and looK after your own concerns - Do you mean your school, and the friendly society? I hope they are both flourishing - I see you are quite for the reform bill - at all rates, our town and parish of H-x[Halifax] will send two members - Isabella is so moderate on the subject to me, I should not have guessed her violent on any side - ”

“you will have got blacK earrings long before I see you, if not which you must tell me, I will choose for you here - what can I taKe that would be a nice little present for mariana? Except for this and some little something for C-[Charles]  I have made up my mind not to pother myself - Do give my love to him, and say for me whatever you thinK will be Kind and acceptable on this melancholy occasion - my love, too, to mrs. milne - ”

“Just now you will not care for Paris news - It may interest mrs. milne to hear that the prevailing Longchamp bonnet colours are said to be pinK and sKy blue; and a little lace, or tulle, or net cap underneath trimmed with a row of little narrow riband boughs the colour of the bonnet, merely a plait of the tulle between each little bough, fait fureur, that is, is all the go, quite the thing - ” 

“I tooK mademoiselle de Noé, a nice girl, or I should have been sicK to death of the thing yesterday - I am so stupid as not to have been to hear Paganini - I thinK more of July than of any other month of this year, and am always, mary, very especially and entirely yours AL-[Anne Lister]  I had almost forgotten that mademoiselle de N-[Noé] told me to be particular in saying that the bonnets were smaller and closer than last year - moins évasés, plus à l’anglaise - sent off my Letter to ‘mrs. Lawton Lawton hall Cheshire Angleterre’ at 3 -

then wrote 4 pp.[pages]  1/2 the 1st page very  very small and close continuing the proposal for my aunt’s going to Shibden terms for her and myself and servants etc. etc. - dressed - dinner at 6 1/2 - read Galignani - came to my room at 8 3/4 -

Coffee at 9 20/.. - talKing over to my aunt my Spanish journeys - then writing bill of fare for Sunday - Tiresome worK - obliged to thinK of even down to pats of butter - to have nobody can do this for me, is the thing this makes me disliKe having anyone to dinner and really puts me out of patience -

came to my room at 11 20/.. at which hour Fahrenheit 40 1/2º and fine frosty night - fine frostyish coldish day - Lady Stuart called this afternoon but did not leave a card - I had given orders to say nobody was at home as I was sitting in my dressing gown -