#the altar is in an old abandoned church btw

[4ngel-f4ngzz]

rip my heart out and lay me on the altar to see how pretty i am even while rotting

[imaginexsa]

Take Care Of You (Dean x Reader)

A/N: Okay okay, so I’m sorry that I took so long to post and I’m also really sorry for this fic because I really couldn’t think of what to write for this request except for taking that last scene and writing it haha it was one of the scenes I always wanted to write so I wrote that and changed it a little bit at the end…I hope you don’t mind😅 Btw there is no fluff in this haha, it seemed a bit hard to add fluff seem to be in constant pain and not pains like period cramps so I’m so so so sorry!! Anyways, enjoy!!

Request: @thesarahpoo: Hi, I loveeee your writing and I was wondering if you can do one where the reader does the trials instead of Sam and Dean has to take care of her with a ton of angst and fluff?? Thank you love♡

You winced as you injected the empty needle into your arm, drawing some blood, before you slowly turned back to face the demon cuffed to a chair.

“You really think injecting me with human blood is gonna make me human? Did you read that on the back of a cereal box?” Crowley asked.

Ignoring him, you grabbed his head and titled it to the side forcefully before injecting the needle in his neck with your blood. Crowley yells in pain as you stepped back, both of you looking at each other before he smirked.

“You’re miles out of your league, kitten. See you in an hour.”

You turned away and headed towards the altar table where all your things were. Holding your arms out in front of you, you watched as they glowed orange, sucking in your breath from the pain.

It was almost done, the trials are almost going to be completed. This was the last one, which was to cure a demon. Dean had wanted to do the trials instead but it was you who killed the hellhound and had gotten completely covered with its blood, you fought with Dean just to do this. If this was the only way to seal the gates of hell, then you’ll gladly do it.

However, you couldn’t help but notice that the trials were taking a toll on you. You couldn’t eat or sleep well, and you would sometimes even get random bursts of pain, but you couldn’t tell the brothers that, especially Dean, knowing he would make you stop immediately.

You glanced around at the abandoned church, it was just you and Crowley here. Sam and Dean had went off to help Cas with his own trials. Dean hadn’t wanted to leave you here alone with the King of Hell but you told him that it was fine and that you could handle it. It took a lot of persuasion but you did it and now you were alone.

Turning back, you saw the demon looking at you before he gave you a wink. You grunted as you turned back and let out a sigh.

~

You stared up at the cross before looking back down and glancing at your watch, seeing that an hour had passed. Picking up another syringe that you had filled with your blood, you started heading towards Crowley.

Grabbing his head again, you tilted it and injected the blood. As you started to pull back, Crowley suddenly grabbed your hand that was holding his head and bit into your forearms. You immediately pulled back and yelped in pain as you looked at your arm, seeing that he bit a big chunk of flesh off your arm.

“What the hell, Crowley?” You glared at the demon as you pressed against the wound, the demon looking at you defiantly. You punched him hard on his face, seeing his head snap to the side. “Biting?! Seriously?!”

You quickly walked out of the church and headed to the impala where the medical supplies were. Opening the trunk, you muttered a few expletives as you grabbed the first aid kit, starting to disinfect the wound, wincing from the pain before bandaging it up.

Glaring at where Crowley sat in the church, you cursed a few more colorful words before you started to keep the first aid kit but decided against it as you took it with you and closed the trunk.

Like dealing with the King of Hell isn’t enough, dealing with a biting King of Hell? Well, god help us all.

~

“How we doing, kitten? Ain’t it about time for the next love injection?” Crowley asked as he started singing. “Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes, turn and face the strange.”

You turned away from him as you clenched your fists tightly, your arm glowing again. You inhaled sharply as you ignored his singing. Suddenly, the church started to rumble and shake. Turning to look at Crowley, you had the demon-killing knife in your hand, ready. Looking down, you saw the floorboard starting to crack until the demon trap that Dean had spray painted around Crowley.

“Did you really think you could kidnap the King of Hell and no one was gonna notice, dumb nuts?!” Crowley yelled out just as the front doors of the church opened.

You stiffened as you watched Abaddon striding in with a smirk on her face. “Hello, ladies.”

“Abaddon?” Crowley called out as he tried to turn and look at her. “They told me you were dead.”

“So not,” Abaddon shook her head.

Crowley turned back to look at you smugly as your eyes remained on Abaddon. “And the rest of the cavalry?”

“Oh, no, it’s just little old, unkillable me,” Abaddon said as you slowly reached behind to grab your gun but Abaddon was fast. She threw you against the side of the wall, causing you to fire a bullet at nothing.

You groaned in pain, looking up as Crowley spoke. “Brilliant. Why send in a few grunts when you can send in a knight? Say your prayers, kitten.”

Before you could stand up again, Abaddon raised her hand and tossed you through the window behind you.

As you started to regain your consciousness, you could hear thrashing coming from inside the church. You grunted as you pushed yourself up, feeling pain all over. Stumbling, you managed to stand up and make your way to the impala to grab the jar of holy oil that you had poured earlier before quickly heading back to the church.

You watched as Abaddon knocked Crowley out, you stood behind her. When she turned, you immediately splashed the holy oil on her, hearing her gasp. You immediately lit up a couple of matches. “I love the suit.”

Before she had time to react, you threw those lit matches at her. You heard her scream in pain as she flailed around, bursting into flames. You watched as black smoke poured out of her vessel, the smoke escaping through the window she had thrown you through earlier.

You watched as the vessel fell to the ground, the fire slowly dying. As much as you loved to just collapse from all the pain and tiredness, you gritted your teeth as you moved to place the jar aside before slowly walking towards the fallen Crowley, helping to get him upright again.

“You did good back there, kitten. I’ll deny it if you ever quote me, but I’m a proud man. I’m proud of you,” Crowley said.

Looking to him, you picked up the red spray paint and shook the can. “Thanks.” Walking towards him, you reapplied the paint to the demon trap.

“Hold on. Uh, w-what’s that?” Crowley asked.

“It’s what it looks like,” you said shrugging, as you finished retouching on the demon trap.

“Are you joking? I just saved your life,” Crowley said, sounding offended.

You laughed dryly. “Seriously?”

“Seriously? Me, seriously? We just shared a foxhole, you and I. We beat back the Tet Offensive, outrun the, the Rape of Nanking together! And still you’re gonna do me like this?!” Crowley demanded.

You didn’t say anything as you walked to grab another syringe before walking back to Crowley and moving his head to the side and injecting him as he yelled in pain.

“‘Band of Brother’? ‘The Pacific’? None of this means anything to you? All those motels, you never once watched HBO, not once? ‘Girls’? You’re my Marnie, kitten, a-and Hannah, she just, she needs to be loved, she deserves it,” Crowley ranted and you went to place the syringe at the side before staring at him with a frown, confused. “Don’t we all? You, me, we deserved to be loved. I deserve to be loved! I just want to be loved.”

You turned completely at Crowley’s words, hearing the vulnerability in his voice at the last sentence. Slowly walking towards him, you watch him look at you, anguish in his expression. You looked at him curiously. “What?”

Crowley looked confused as if he just realized what he said. “What?”

~

You looked to your watch, feeling a lot more tired than you were before as you injected another needle into your arm, wincing from the pain as you drew more blood.

“Would it be possible, kitten. I’d like…to ask you a-a favor, Y/N,” Crowley said, and you stood up slowly from your seat, looking at him. “Earlier, when you were confessing back there…what did you say? I only ask because, given my history…it raises the question…where do I start…to even look for forgiveness? I mean…”

You glanced at the needle in your hand before looking back at him. “How about we start with this?”

Crowley looked at it before tilting his head compliantly. You stuck the needle in his neck but Crowley didn’t yell out in pain again, instead, he just kept quiet.

~

You walked toward Crowley, book in your hand as you started reciting the incantation to purify Crowley. As you finished reciting, you threw the book aside and pulled out the knife, turning your left palm as you made a slice, the orange glow reappearing.

Staring at your hand, you started walking closer to Crowley, almost placing your hand on him when the doors to the church burst opened.

“Y/N, stop!” Dean yelled.

You turned to see Sam and Dean walking towards you cautiously. Sam placed his hands up. “Easy there. Okay. Just take it easy. We got a slight change of plan.”

You frowned. “What? What’s going on? Where’s Cas?!”

“Metatron lied,” Dean said, slowly approaching you as if he was scared you might do something you shouldn’t do.

“You finished this trial, you’re dead, Y/N,” Sam continued.

You looked at Dean before turning your gaze to Sam. “So?”

Stepping back, you pointed to Crowley. “Look at him. Look at him! Look how close we are! Other people will die if I don’t finish this!”

Dean took in a breath. “Think about it. Think about what we know, huh? Pulling souls from hell, curing demons, hell, ganking a hellhound! We have enough knowledge on our side to turn the tide here. But we can’t do it without you,” Dean said, a flash of vulnerability in his expression. “I can’t do it without you.”

You started shaking your head. “You two can barely do it with me. I mean, you think I screw up everything I try. I’m not a good hunter and we all know it.”

Dean took another step and you shook your head again. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t t-”

“No, Dean,” you said, feeling tears well up in your eyes before you pointed to the place you did your confessions. “You both want to know what I confessed in there? What my greatest sin was?”

Sam and Dean kept quiet, looking at you as you glanced at both of them. “It was how many times I let both of you down. I can’t do it again.”

“Y/N-” Sam started to say but you cut him off as tears started trailing down your face.

“What happens when both of you decided that I just can’t be trusted? You two have each other, I’m just an added weight, a burden. Do you have any idea what it feels like to feel u-”

Dean straightened up. “Hold on, hold on! You seriously think that? Because none of it, none of it, is true. Listen, I know we’ve had our disagreements, okay? Hell, I know I’ve said some junk that set you back on your heels. But, Y/N, come on. I killed Benny to save you. I’m willing to let this bastard and all the sons of bitches that killed my mother and your parents walk because of you. Don’t you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you! It has never been like that, ever! I need you to see that. I’m begging you, sweetheart. I love you.”

You eyed Dean, feeling your breath hitch as he said those words to you. Glancing at Sam, you saw him nod his head, you let out a breath. Squeezing your hand, you felt your blood drip out onto the floor, your arm glowing brighter before it slowly started to fade. “How do I stop?”

“Just let it go,” Sam said as Dean walked forward and wrapped your hand with a bandanna.

“I can’t,” you replied. “It’s in me. You don’t know what this feels like.”

“Hey, listen, we will figure it out, okay, just like we always do. Come on,” Dean said before pulling you in for a hug. You held him close as you rested your cheek against his chest, feeling him kiss the top of your head. “Come on. Let it go, okay? Let it go, baby.”

The glow in your arms started to fade even more as you stepped away from Dean’s arms. “Hey, guys.”

“See?” Dean said, starting to smile.

You looked up at both of them before you suddenly doubled over in pain. Dean and Sam immediately carried you out and beside the impala as the pain started getting more and more unbearable. You grunted and twisted, never feeling such white hot pain in your life.

“Y/N? I got you, baby. You’re gonna be just fine,” Dean said, sounding as if he was trying to reassure himself, cradling you close to him. “Nothing would happen to you.”

You couldn’t hear him as the pain hit you again like a train.

“Y/N, Y/N?” Sam called as you started gasping for air, not able to breathe. “Y/N?!”

Dean pulled back and looked to the distance. “Cas?! Castiel?! Where the hell are you?!”

You were still gasping for air as you gripped the front of Dean’s shirt, seeing the desperate look in his eyes. “I love you, Dean,”

“Y/N…” Dean started to say but you twisted your body and grunted in pain. Dean held you close. “You’ll be alright, you’ll be okay, I’ll take care of you, I promise.”