Crowley's Dungeon

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[demonologist-in-denim]

Chapter 2 - Ghost of Christmas Past

Crowley sat on his throne, sourly contemplating what to do about his situation. He’d found himself in a demonic rendition of Dickens’ bloody Christmas Carol! Which meant that when the clock on his phone blinked 1am, he was going to be visited by the most unwelcome Ghost of Christmas Past.

He contemplated various means of escape, but Crowley also had to admit he was damned curious at the same time. It might be easier to go along with this whole farce, just to get it over with. And then offer up a smug smile and a shrug of his shoulders at the end. Maybe even a “bah, humbug!”, to show he could be a good sport about the whole thing.

Crowley was decided by the time the tolling of that first bell rolled around. He sauntered down from his throne, gave his suit jacket a straightening and brush-off for good measure, and awaited his first appointed visitor with a merry smirk.

His cellphone blinked 1 o’clock in the morning.

Nothing.

Crowley glanced around, rocked back and forth on his heels, impatient. “Come on, now. Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he called out to no one in particular.

There was a bright, blinding light. A choir of what could only be blasted angels singing. From out of the light a figure began to form, and it was with some disappointment and a great deal of annoyance that Crowley realized he recognized his ghostly visitor.

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[suncaptor]

Crowley is just like *wants to change Hell to be less evil and chaotic because he wants something he does to be good to feel again* *hates the devil with passion and wants to put him back to the Cage immediately but isn’t even willing to sacrifice Cas or assume Sam will be the vehicle* *saves Cas’s life when no one else will* *works to save reality from being destroyed* *waits on Dean’s calls* *doesn’t kill Sam even when Sam tries to kill him* *is deadnamed and gaslighted by his mother* *has fruity little drinks*

anyways he’s the hero of the show there.

[demonologist-in-denim]

Just kill me already, you’ve already fucking stabbed me in the heart.

[crowleylovesyou]

He's reading Santa's naughty list and you're all on it

(My photo taken at Wales Comic Con 2021 - the watermark refers to my twitter account)

[crowleylovesyou]

Sorry everyone

[two-fingers-of-craig]

Crowley's Summoning Sigil

“Et ad congregandam eos coram me.”

    “And to amass them in front of me.”

Crowley’s had three different summoning sigils used throughout Spn, the first one seen in Weekend at Bobby’s that looks similar to the one used by John Winchester to summon the yellow-eyed demon, Azazel. 

The second is the one used by the Winchesters and Castiel in Seasons 6-7 and is the one this sigil was copied from, as it was the most view able.

The third is based off of the second sigil with some slight modifications and was used by Dean in the season 9 finale when he summoned Crowley in the Bunker.

This sigil, some choice spell ingredients and a nifty incantation like the one listed, and you, too, can have your very own King of Hell to hurl insults at you. ;)

This post inspired by this post here.

[crowleylovesyou]

Anyone else's Spotify Wrapped look like mine???

[crowleylovesyou]

Ooooof he is HOT 🔥🔥🔥🔥

SIR I am now deceased

[dirtysupernaturalimagines]

(x) (x) (x)

[dirtysupernaturalimagines]

(readerXcas, crowley)

words: 668 request: supernatural-fandomassbutt

author: @sweaterpawsandbands

warnings: alcohol, fluff, witchcraft spell (is that a warning?)

summary: when drinks with Crowley goes wrong, reader gets drugged into wanting to stay with Crowley. When she finally escapes she realizes what she was missing while she was gone.

A/N: I changed the story a little bit from the request, I wanted to show a bit of girl power by having the reader escape Crowley by herself. lol. I apologize for the shortness of this, I just felt it could be summed up this way :) I hope you enjoy! REQUESTS ALWAYS WELCOMED :D 

Part 1 Masterlist

“Shit Crowley I’ve got to pee,” you mumbled a bit drunkenly.

He nodded, laughing at your tipsy frame.

When you returned, a new whiskey was at your spot and you smiled taking a huge swig of it. You and Crowley had been enjoying each others drunk talk for the past hour. After storming off when Cas zapped you back, you were infuriated so you drove to the bar. 

Castiel, always taking control of you and you hated it. For some reason you were so infuriated with him and you couldn’t remember why you ever loved him. He made you so angry. 

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[dirtysupernaturalimagines]

Imagine having a quickie with Crowley while Sam and Dean are out.

(x)(x)(x)

[crowleylovesyou]

Imagine you’re a hunter in your motel room and all of a sudden a large dog jumps up on your bed and licks your nose, then curls up and sleeps. You don’t have a dog. You turn the lamp on and can’t see it but it’s there. Crowley sent Juliet to keep you safe and warm. 😊

[roxy-davenport]

What a wonderful and sweet idea. I absolutely love it. Crowley is such a softy, could totally see him doing this.

[glitchygrin]

You lay alone in the bed of the crappy motel room you were forced to stay at after a particularly tiring hunt. There was no ease in the tension in your shoulders since the area you were staying in was not clear yet; so, you could be killed while you slept if you weren’t careful. You had just finished cleaning the blood of a vampire off out of your hair and clothes and turned off the lamp when the telltale sound of floorboards creaking signaled that you weren’t alone.

The gun under your pillow, for emergencies of course, was gripped tightly in your dominant hand. You opened your eyes; it was too dark to see much, but maybe you would be able to catch a glimpse of a looming shadow.

The steps reached the foot of your bed and stopped, yet you still saw nothing, your hand began to creep out from under the pillow, gun in tow, when you feel the bed dip under the weight of another being.

You sat up quickly, pulling the gun out completely and pointing it in the direction of the dip. There was no movement from that end, and your eyes still did not register anything; but, your ears detected snuffling.

‘A dog,’ You thought in relief, relaxing your grip on the weapon. ‘It was just a dog.’

Said dog made it’s way up the bed, against your side. You felt it’s tongue reach your nose in an affectionate manner before it curled up in a comforting ball of warmth beside you.

You reached over to turn on the lamp because the dog may have accidentally wandered in your room after getting lost from it’s owner. You could at least check if it had a collar; because, you didn’t own a dog.

When the lamp flickered to life, you were taken aback by the sight before you. Well, it was more of the sight that wasn’t before you. You could still feel the dog laying beside you, it’s breathing more evened out, but you couldn’t see it.

Of course, as a hunter who had dealt with demons before, you were almost immediately aware that this dog must be a hell hound.

There were two things wrong with this scenario. One, you didn’t make any sort of demon deal; and, two, this dog wasn’t trying to kill you mercilessly. In fact, you weren’t all too unfriendly with one of the more important demons.

You slowly put two and two together to make sense of the situation. 

“Juliet?” You whispered to the warmth that was the dog.

There was a huff from the dog and slight movement, and you took that as a sign of confirmation.

Smiling slightly to yourself, you turned off the lamp and laid back down in the bed. Crowley, the big softy, had sent Juliet to keep you safe and warm.

You might just have to thank him next time you see him.

[crowleylovesyou]

Imagine you’re a hunter in your motel room and all of a sudden a large dog jumps up on your bed and licks your nose, then curls up and sleeps. You don’t have a dog. You turn the lamp on and can’t see it but it’s there. Crowley sent Juliet to keep you safe and warm. 😊

[roxy-davenport]

What a wonderful and sweet idea. I absolutely love it. Crowley is such a softy, could totally see him doing this.

[glitchygrin]

You lay alone in the bed of the crappy motel room you were forced to stay at after a particularly tiring hunt. There was no ease in the tension in your shoulders since the area you were staying in was not clear yet; so, you could be killed while you slept if you weren’t careful. You had just finished cleaning the blood of a vampire off out of your hair and clothes and turned off the lamp when the telltale sound of floorboards creaking signaled that you weren’t alone.

The gun under your pillow, for emergencies of course, was gripped tightly in your dominant hand. You opened your eyes; it was too dark to see much, but maybe you would be able to catch a glimpse of a looming shadow.

The steps reached the foot of your bed and stopped, yet you still saw nothing, your hand began to creep out from under the pillow, gun in tow, when you feel the bed dip under the weight of another being.

You sat up quickly, pulling the gun out completely and pointing it in the direction of the dip. There was no movement from that end, and your eyes still did not register anything; but, your ears detected snuffling.

‘A dog,’ You thought in relief, relaxing your grip on the weapon. ‘It was just a dog.’

Said dog made it’s way up the bed, against your side. You felt it’s tongue reach your nose in an affectionate manner before it curled up in a comforting ball of warmth beside you.

You reached over to turn on the lamp because the dog may have accidentally wandered in your room after getting lost from it’s owner. You could at least check if it had a collar; because, you didn’t own a dog.

When the lamp flickered to life, you were taken aback by the sight before you. Well, it was more of the sight that wasn’t before you. You could still feel the dog laying beside you, it’s breathing more evened out, but you couldn’t see it.

Of course, as a hunter who had dealt with demons before, you were almost immediately aware that this dog must be a hell hound.

There were two things wrong with this scenario. One, you didn’t make any sort of demon deal; and, two, this dog wasn’t trying to kill you mercilessly. In fact, you weren’t all too unfriendly with one of the more important demons.

You slowly put two and two together to make sense of the situation. 

“Juliet?” You whispered to the warmth that was the dog.

There was a huff from the dog and slight movement, and you took that as a sign of confirmation.

Smiling slightly to yourself, you turned off the lamp and laid back down in the bed. Crowley, the big softy, had sent Juliet to keep you safe and warm.

You might just have to thank him next time you see him.

[demonologist-in-denim]

Scenes I really wanted Crowley to live long enough for us to get to see:

-Crowley riding shotgun in the Impala

-Cas goes to heal him with his angel powers and Crowley shrinks away because he thinks Cas is going to smite him

-Dean pulling Crowley into one of his famous hugs

[raspberrymama]

[funnywings-deactivated20220402]

They had Billie and Crowley flirt one time at the end of season 11 and I never let it go, okay

[funnywings-deactivated20220402]

They should have had background earth shaking shenanigans the past few seasons be Crowley and Billie going flirtatious allies to enemies to lovers bent on taking down God himself and just let Lucifer stay dead

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

Writing Crowley out was possibly the single biggest mistake the show made.

[demonologist-in-denim]

This would have made an excellent season 13. Keep the whole nephilim and alternative universe thing, have Lucifer and Mary trapped there, the Winchesters trying to figure out what to do with Jack, etc. But also have Crowley and Billie with their own background storyline, working together to an end that we and the Winchesters only find out in the final episodes of that season was all about preparing Jack to take Chuck’s place, end Hell, reorganize Heaven etc. And yes, the whole time, the two of them having this will-they-won’t-they, i-like-you-but-i-might-have-to-kill-you romantic dynamic. I would have watched the hell of out that.

[just-shower-thoughts]

Smartphones need a function that let you do a web search on the phone number of the incoming caller with the touch of a button, so you can quickly determine if you want to answer it.

[reiding-and-writing]

Reblog if you're a fanfic writer and you wanna know what your followers' favorite story of yours is ❤

[just-the-hiddles]

sure!  

[crowleylovesyou]

Imagine you’re a hunter in your motel room and all of a sudden a large dog jumps up on your bed and licks your nose, then curls up and sleeps. You don’t have a dog. You turn the lamp on and can’t see it but it’s there. Crowley sent Juliet to keep you safe and warm. 😊

[roxy-davenport]

What a wonderful and sweet idea. I absolutely love it. Crowley is such a softy, could totally see him doing this.

[glitchygrin]

You lay alone in the bed of the crappy motel room you were forced to stay at after a particularly tiring hunt. There was no ease in the tension in your shoulders since the area you were staying in was not clear yet; so, you could be killed while you slept if you weren’t careful. You had just finished cleaning the blood of a vampire off out of your hair and clothes and turned off the lamp when the telltale sound of floorboards creaking signaled that you weren’t alone.

The gun under your pillow, for emergencies of course, was gripped tightly in your dominant hand. You opened your eyes; it was too dark to see much, but maybe you would be able to catch a glimpse of a looming shadow.

The steps reached the foot of your bed and stopped, yet you still saw nothing, your hand began to creep out from under the pillow, gun in tow, when you feel the bed dip under the weight of another being.

You sat up quickly, pulling the gun out completely and pointing it in the direction of the dip. There was no movement from that end, and your eyes still did not register anything; but, your ears detected snuffling.

‘A dog,’ You thought in relief, relaxing your grip on the weapon. ‘It was just a dog.’

Said dog made it’s way up the bed, against your side. You felt it’s tongue reach your nose in an affectionate manner before it curled up in a comforting ball of warmth beside you.

You reached over to turn on the lamp because the dog may have accidentally wandered in your room after getting lost from it’s owner. You could at least check if it had a collar; because, you didn’t own a dog.

When the lamp flickered to life, you were taken aback by the sight before you. Well, it was more of the sight that wasn’t before you. You could still feel the dog laying beside you, it’s breathing more evened out, but you couldn’t see it.

Of course, as a hunter who had dealt with demons before, you were almost immediately aware that this dog must be a hell hound.

There were two things wrong with this scenario. One, you didn’t make any sort of demon deal; and, two, this dog wasn’t trying to kill you mercilessly. In fact, you weren’t all too unfriendly with one of the more important demons.

You slowly put two and two together to make sense of the situation. 

“Juliet?” You whispered to the warmth that was the dog.

There was a huff from the dog and slight movement, and you took that as a sign of confirmation.

Smiling slightly to yourself, you turned off the lamp and laid back down in the bed. Crowley, the big softy, had sent Juliet to keep you safe and warm.

You might just have to thank him next time you see him.