Prompt: Winter wonderland, character A has never seen snow before and character B keeps trying to get them out of dangerous situations.
Fandom: SPN
Word count: 1,219
Tags: @cinnafullydelicious @blossombarnes @ex-bookjunky @aufangirl
Note: I’m only on like season 5 of SPN but I thought a Crowley x reader would be a good idea for this prompt. Reader’s never seen snow before and Crowley keeps trying to get reader out of dangerous situations.
“The fuck is this shit?” You questioned, standing outside in your jammies.
“Confetti, what the hell do you think it is?” Crowley shot back and you glared.
“Well, Einstein, if I fucking knew I wouldn’t have asked.” You said in a low tone.
“You really don’t know?” Crowley asked, eyebrows raised.
You looked back at the white sheet of whatever the fuck that was covering all signs of life. Well, I guess you weren’t going to be driving anywhere anytime soon. That was fine with you, though, it meant you got to sleep in and you were always down for sleeping. You bent down, inspecting the white fluffiness a bit more. You scooped a bit of it up with your hands before immediately tossing it away, the snow landing on Crowley.
“Ew, it’s cold.” You said, looking at Crowley.
“Yes, and on me you idiot.” Crowley brushed the snow off of him.
“Why is it cold?” You questioned with a squint.
“Because it’s snow you moron!” He exclaimed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Don’t fucking yell at me you jar of toe jam.” You threatened.
“Well, maybe if you weren’t such a bloody idiot, I wouldn’t have to yell.” Crowley shot back.
“Hey! You’ve done plenty of stupid things too.” You pointed out.
“Completely irrelevant.” He deflected.
You glared at him before bending down and making your best snowball. Crowley began to question your answers, but was met with a snowball to the face mid-sentence. Crowley mad a noise that signaled that he was now angry, and you were met with a glare. He started to mutter out a threat when you threw another snowball at his face and ran off. He huffed before reluctantly following you, mumbling about how you were going to freeze to death.
As he turned the corner, another snowball hit his face, and he stopped in his tracks. He glared at you, not saying a single word. He looked above you for a second before angrily going over to you and moving you a few inches to the side. A second later, an unnaturally sharp icicle fell from the motel building. He huffed, clearly not happy with being bombarded with snowballs. As you were looking at the icicle, a snowball hit your head.
“OW! Hey!” You exclaimed, rubbing your head.
“Revenge, darling, is best served cold.” Crowley said with a satisfied smile.
“Is that a fucking rock?” You questioned, pulling a small rock out from your shirt.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He shrugged, looking away.
“Oh, really?” You questioned.
“Yes, you should really have a jacket on, by the way.” He stated.
“Don’t try to change the fucking subject you ass.” You glared.
“I’m not, you’re going to get sick if you stay out here like that.” He said, now looking at you.
“I’m a warrior.” You put your hands on your hips, dramatically looking into the distance.
“A stupid warrior.” He said before disappearing.
You made a face as you pouted, upset that he had called you stupid for the fourth time this morning. You crossed your arms over your chest, planning on throwing him into the nearest body of water. He reappeared, this time with a jacket and your shoes. He calmly handed them over to you, and when you did take them he settled for throwing them at you. You angrily picked one of your shoes up and threw it back at him.
Luckily for you, it hit him right in the head, and you smiled triumphantly. You stuck your tongue out at him as you put the jacket on. He threw the shoe back at you, and you caught it. You stuck your tongue out at him again, and he grumbled something you couldn’t hear. You quickly slipped your shoes on and moved past him, walking over to the snow covered tree that caught your interest. He moved you over to the side by a couple inches so you wouldn’t fall into a hole.
“You’re going to get yourself killed if you don’t start paying attention.” He said, clearly annoyed.
“I’ll be fine.” You waved him off.
“Will you stop calling me that!” You exclaimed.
“Fine, moron.” He said with a smile.
“You’re impossible.” You rolled your eyes.
“Oh, and you’re one to talk?” He questioned, but you ignored him.
You walked ahead of him, not wanting to listen to him anymore. Instead, you planted your focus on the tree in front of you. You touched one of the leaves, inspecting it’s new appearance. You decided that it looked quite pretty, but it was cold. You let the leaf go, only to have a small pile of snow fall onto you. You scrunched up your face as your skin was met with the cold, and you head Crowley laughing from behind you.
You whipped your head around, sending him a glare. He simply smiled and raised his eyebrows, pretending like he wasn’t laughing at you. You turned back around, walking closer to the tree. It was a decent sized tree, probably one that was planted by the owners grandfather. You grabbed onto one of the limbs, planning on climbing it as far up as you could without breaking the branches. This, of course, caused alarm for your demon friend.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He questioned, now concerned.
“I’m gonna climb it.” You said, sticking your tongue out in concentration.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He said as you tried to get to another branch.
“Relax, I’ll be fine.” You brushed him off, getting onto a third branch.
“That’s what you said when you fiddled with the toaster.” He reminded.
“Yeah, but that was different, everyone knows that the toaster was out to get me.” You reasoned.
“You’re being ridiculous.” He said, watching you carefully.
“You’re being a killjoy.” You said, carelessly stepping onto another branch.
Before Crowley could get out one of his witty comebacks, the branch snapped from underneath you. You screamed as you fell, expecting to be met with the snow, only to be caught by Crowley himself. You tightly held onto him, trying to get your heart rate back down. You took deep breaths, and Crowley simply rolled his eyes and basically gave you an I-told-you-so. Even though he was being typical Crowley, he was worried about you.
Honestly, he wished you would just go inside so you could stop almost getting killed, and so that you’d stop giving him heart attacks. After a moment, you got down, something he was a bit upset about. You angrily walked over to the tree and gave it a good kick, now feeling betrayed by nature itself. Another pile of snow fell onto you and you huffed, maybe that wasn’t the best idea. You pouted, shuffling back over to Crowley.
“I’m cold.” You said simply, putting your arms around his waist.
“Well, then, let’s go back inside.” He offered.
“Okay, but you gotta cuddle with me.” You bargained, resting your head on his chest.
“Cuddle?” He asked, pretending to be put off by the idea.
“Yep, you, me, cuddling.” You said in simpler terms.
“Alright, fine, if it gets you inside.” He agreed and you smiled.
“Yeah, boy.” You said happily.
