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DUN MOVED TO LIVE ONCE MORE
The new blog aint pretty but i wanna start writing again. Gonna be a little odd writing as im on my phone until my internet is fixed but hey.
The blog name stayed the same @deanbitchwinchester
So i live over there. A follow from @thetrashcanlives is the main blog until this is sorted. Ilu all!!!!!!!
@noheavennograce @bravelittletrickster @crowleylordofhell and everyone else i cant remember because im shit
SO I LIVE KINDA
Kinda doing this all via mobile and the app is logged into another account. Remember when i said i was back? Yeah tried that but lost my internet. Wanna come back and gonna try to switch the account on the app to deano or pass him on to my other one so i can manage both. <3 If yoy get a message from thetrashcanlives it means deano is hooked to them now and i love you all!
Been A Long Time Cas
Dean had been lost to Hell for years. Not too many on earth, maybe five or so. But in Hell. It had been decades. This time he worked with Crowley to clean up Abbadon's mess. It wasn't nearly as bad. But he got freedom finally. And the first person he tracked down was Cas. Appearing in a flare of smoke before the other he smiled and wiggled fingers in greeting, pure black eyes clear as day. "Hey Cas. Been awhile, huh?" He chirped happily, ready to dodge any bullets or holy water.
I LIIIIVE!!!
So heyo hunters! Been an eternity man and i wanna make a come back. Buuuuuut, i dunno if anyone is even really into deano now - been outta the game since sn 10ish??? - so…. Like for starter and ill see how it goes? May remake this boys blog if i get, say, an amount, idk. Same url new face, yeah? Idkwhatimdoingwithmylifebutimissyoubeautifulbabies
I LIIIIVE!!!
So heyo hunters! Been an eternity man and i wanna make a come back. Buuuuuut, i dunno if anyone is even really into deano now - been outta the game since sn 10ish??? - so…. Like for starter and ill see how it goes? May remake this boys blog if i get, say, an amount, idk. Same url new face, yeah? Idkwhatimdoingwithmylifebutimissyoubeautifulbabies
I LIIIIVE!!!
So heyo hunters! Been an eternity man and i wanna make a come back. Buuuuuut, i dunno if anyone is even really into deano now - been outta the game since sn 10ish??? - so.... Like for starter and ill see how it goes? May remake this boys blog if i get, say, an amount, idk. Same url new face, yeah? Idkwhatimdoingwithmylifebutimissyoubeautifulbabies
I LIIIIVE!!!
So heyo hunters! Been an eternity man and i wanna make a come back. Buuuuuut, i dunno if anyone is even really into deano now - been outta the game since sn 10ish??? - so.... Like for starter and ill see how it goes? May remake this boys blog if i get, say, an amount, idk. Same url new face, yeah? Idkwhatimdoingwithmylifebutimissyoubeautifulbabies
Dean shuddered, feeling his clothes vanish one by one and pressed into Crowley, his body burning hot as the longing he had felt for his mate swelled to the surface, only knowing he needed Crowley centuries ago.
“I love you Crowley.” he whispered and kissed Crowley back, hot and desperate, tail curling around the demons waist, hauling his body closer than before, desperate for contact all over.
To know it’s okay, that he’s safe.
Crowley kept kissing Dean, walking him back a few paces, before breaking away with a smile. He gently pushed Dean back and where there had been just grass on the ground there was a large pile of pillows and silk sheets, a perfectly comfortable bed of sorts. It looked a little bit like a nest as well. Crowley was no angel but he’d been dealing with Dean’s absence however he could– he’d been to the bunker and all of Dean’s past hideouts and had taken his shirts, taken his clothes, and nested, in his own way. But he’d never tell Dean any of that, didn’t want him to live with any more guilt. Crowley couldn’t resent Dean for being away, because Crowley had done this before with past lovers and it made make them walk away. But he wasn’t going to do that to Dean.
“I want you so much,” Crowley’s kisses grew hungrier, nails digging in lightly to Dean’s skin, leaving marks in their wake. “Want you to fuck me so much, make me yours.” Crowley was already Dean’s in mind, body and broken soul, but it never resonated as much as when Dean made love to him.
Dean moved with Crowley, smiling slightly and laughed before letting out a bark of shock and hit the nest. He looked around, making note of his missing shirts and other items and where they had found home.
Crowley really was a sap, though a pang of guilt fluttered in his chest that Crowley had to resort to this because he was gone.
But he had no time to think as Crowley was on him, kissing him and touching him like a starving man finally having food. THe words, breathy and wanton, a demand alongside a plea had Dean twisting and pinning Crowley, kissing him hard as his tail curled in the air behind him.
“Good.” Crowley relaxed his grip a little bit but kept close to Dean. As usual, being in New Eden resonated within his demonic essence and his blood red dragon wings unfurled, stretching to their full brilliance. It was only a hint of his true form but anything further than that even in New Eden would be cataclysmic for any realm but Hell. His was a form that he could only unleash in Hell which is how he preferred it anyways. He did like his red smoke form though, unique from other demons.
Crowley nipped a possessive path from Dean’s jaw to his neck, sucking and kissing on the skin. Just because he knew Dean wasn’t going anywhere, didn’t mean he wasn’t going to be possessive as usual. Dean was his, he wanted anyone that was anyone to know it. If he were an angel, he’d be carving it on Dean’s ribs, but even Crowley wasn’t that macabre.
“I missed you,” he whispered, “I love you.”
Dean saw the wings and smiled, spreading his own to press against the demon’s own, relishing in the feeling of scales against his own, in the feeling or the other so close and intimate once more. He relished in the moment of just him and the demon, alone and safe.
And possessively driving him wild.
Dean tilted his head for Crowley, making a small noise of approval, tail curling around Crowley’s hips to bring him close and he shivered. He could hear the other’s possessive thoughts, ribs aching at the thought and he chuckled.
“I missed you as well, Crowley. I never stopped loving you.” he wouldn’t tell Crowley it was he who meant Dean was still alive now. He wasn’t that cruel.
Even if he hadn’t asked Chuck of all people if Dean was still alive, he would have always known. He always had hope keeping him going, and he felt that that was Dean unknowingly guiding him where to go and which decisions to make.
Crowley kissed Dean again more deeply this time, hands moving over Dean’s clothing, which disappeared under his touch. In a few seconds they were both naked, Crowley letting out a soft purring noise as he moved his hands lower. He didn’t know what he wanted more, how he wanted Dean, all he knew was that he wanted him so much he felt like he’d implode if he didn’t have him.
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Dean shuddered, feeling his clothes vanish one by one and pressed into Crowley, his body burning hot as the longing he had felt for his mate swelled to the surface, only knowing he needed Crowley centuries ago.
“I love you Crowley.” he whispered and kissed Crowley back, hot and desperate, tail curling around the demons waist, hauling his body closer than before, desperate for contact all over.
To know it’s okay, that he’s safe.
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Dean laughed at the words ‘God told me’ coming from the mouth of the King of Hell. He pulled Crowley close, kissing him desperately, silencing the babble. He just held the demon, wings curling around them tighter, needing the other in his arms.
“I love you.” he whispered, pinning Crowley to his body, just needing the man close. “I’m so sorry I took so long getting back.” he whispered and nosed the other’s cheek.
iamyourking
Crowley practically purred at the proximity, nothing else mattered to him in this moment. Not Hell, not Heaven, not even the Earth on which they stood. He had Dean back. “I love you too.” He smiled, breathing him in and enjoying his presence.
“Will you stop apologising?” Crowley whacked him gently on the arm, before laughing. “Honestly, Dean, if you had to leave me for that long it must have been important.” Back when Crowley had just been king of the crossroads he had retreated into himself and gone off on his own for some periods of time, honing his true form and tapping into the deeper darker magics within himself to make himself a better and more effective demon. That had taken him away for hell-centuries, and many decades on Earth. But it had been worth it.
—
Dean smiled at his demon, loved the way he purred and practically squirmed into the touch. He stepped back from the hit, mocking hurt before he scooped the Demon up and grinned devilishly, flapping his wings so they were above the ground and kissed him again.
“I’m back, so fill me in later. I’m starving and desperately need some time with my mate.” he chuckled and nuzzled Crowley’s neck as they gently touched the ground.
Crowley made a soft startled noise as Dean took flight with him, though this wasn’t his first rodeo. It had been a while, though. He laughed when they landed, more shaky than intended because Dean was on his neck like that. “You’re still sweeping me off my feet.”
Grinning, he looked around him. “Where have you whisked us away to, hm?”
“New Eden.” Dean said simply and grinned, scooping Crowley off his feet and held him in his arms, kissing the other and curled his tail behind him with a laugh. “Of course I still am. I’m still technically your angel.” he laughed and flared his wings wide.
“Wow.” Crowley looked around. “It’s been so long since I’ve been here. It looks so might brighter and more beautiful.” He turned to look at Dean. “Though that just could be because you’re here.”
“Always mine.” He added, before leaning in to kiss him again, more hungrily this time. He held onto him tightly but not painfully, as if afraid that he’d disappear in smoke if he he didn’t hang on.
Dean smiled and kissed Crowley back, wrapping wings around him and cooed lightly, his fractured Grace and stronger demonic energy coiling out to reach for the King of Hell. “I’m not going anywhere, relax, Crowley.” he chuckled and ducked down to nuzzle the other’s neck and drink in that wonderful scent.
“Good.” Crowley relaxed his grip a little bit but kept close to Dean. As usual, being in New Eden resonated within his demonic essence and his blood red dragon wings unfurled, stretching to their full brilliance. It was only a hint of his true form but anything further than that even in New Eden would be cataclysmic for any realm but Hell. His was a form that he could only unleash in Hell which is how he preferred it anyways. He did like his red smoke form though, unique from other demons.
Crowley nipped a possessive path from Dean’s jaw to his neck, sucking and kissing on the skin. Just because he knew Dean wasn’t going anywhere, didn’t mean he wasn’t going to be possessive as usual. Dean was his, he wanted anyone that was anyone to know it. If he were an angel, he’d be carving it on Dean’s ribs, but even Crowley wasn’t that macabre.
“I missed you,” he whispered, “I love you.”
Dean saw the wings and smiled, spreading his own to press against the demon’s own, relishing in the feeling of scales against his own, in the feeling or the other so close and intimate once more. He relished in the moment of just him and the demon, alone and safe.
And possessively driving him wild.
Dean tilted his head for Crowley, making a small noise of approval, tail curling around Crowley’s hips to bring him close and he shivered. He could hear the other’s possessive thoughts, ribs aching at the thought and he chuckled.
“I missed you as well, Crowley. I never stopped loving you.” he wouldn’t tell Crowley it was he who meant Dean was still alive now. He wasn’t that cruel.
deanbitchwinchester
Dean laughed at the words ‘God told me’ coming from the mouth of the King of Hell. He pulled Crowley close, kissing him desperately, silencing the babble. He just held the demon, wings curling around them tighter, needing the other in his arms.
“I love you.” he whispered, pinning Crowley to his body, just needing the man close. “I’m so sorry I took so long getting back.” he whispered and nosed the other’s cheek.
iamyourking
Crowley practically purred at the proximity, nothing else mattered to him in this moment. Not Hell, not Heaven, not even the Earth on which they stood. He had Dean back. “I love you too.” He smiled, breathing him in and enjoying his presence.
“Will you stop apologising?” Crowley whacked him gently on the arm, before laughing. “Honestly, Dean, if you had to leave me for that long it must have been important.” Back when Crowley had just been king of the crossroads he had retreated into himself and gone off on his own for some periods of time, honing his true form and tapping into the deeper darker magics within himself to make himself a better and more effective demon. That had taken him away for hell-centuries, and many decades on Earth. But it had been worth it.
—
Dean smiled at his demon, loved the way he purred and practically squirmed into the touch. He stepped back from the hit, mocking hurt before he scooped the Demon up and grinned devilishly, flapping his wings so they were above the ground and kissed him again.
“I’m back, so fill me in later. I’m starving and desperately need some time with my mate.” he chuckled and nuzzled Crowley’s neck as they gently touched the ground.
Crowley made a soft startled noise as Dean took flight with him, though this wasn’t his first rodeo. It had been a while, though. He laughed when they landed, more shaky than intended because Dean was on his neck like that. “You’re still sweeping me off my feet.”
Grinning, he looked around him. “Where have you whisked us away to, hm?”
“New Eden.” Dean said simply and grinned, scooping Crowley off his feet and held him in his arms, kissing the other and curled his tail behind him with a laugh. “Of course I still am. I’m still technically your angel.” he laughed and flared his wings wide.
“Wow.” Crowley looked around. “It’s been so long since I’ve been here. It looks so might brighter and more beautiful.” He turned to look at Dean. “Though that just could be because you’re here.”
“Always mine.” He added, before leaning in to kiss him again, more hungrily this time. He held onto him tightly but not painfully, as if afraid that he’d disappear in smoke if he he didn’t hang on.
Dean smiled and kissed Crowley back, wrapping wings around him and cooed lightly, his fractured Grace and stronger demonic energy coiling out to reach for the King of Hell. “I’m not going anywhere, relax, Crowley.” he chuckled and ducked down to nuzzle the other’s neck and drink in that wonderful scent.
deanbitchwinchester
Dean laughed at the words ‘God told me’ coming from the mouth of the King of Hell. He pulled Crowley close, kissing him desperately, silencing the babble. He just held the demon, wings curling around them tighter, needing the other in his arms.
“I love you.” he whispered, pinning Crowley to his body, just needing the man close. “I’m so sorry I took so long getting back.” he whispered and nosed the other’s cheek.
iamyourking
Crowley practically purred at the proximity, nothing else mattered to him in this moment. Not Hell, not Heaven, not even the Earth on which they stood. He had Dean back. “I love you too.” He smiled, breathing him in and enjoying his presence.
“Will you stop apologising?” Crowley whacked him gently on the arm, before laughing. “Honestly, Dean, if you had to leave me for that long it must have been important.” Back when Crowley had just been king of the crossroads he had retreated into himself and gone off on his own for some periods of time, honing his true form and tapping into the deeper darker magics within himself to make himself a better and more effective demon. That had taken him away for hell-centuries, and many decades on Earth. But it had been worth it.
—
Dean smiled at his demon, loved the way he purred and practically squirmed into the touch. He stepped back from the hit, mocking hurt before he scooped the Demon up and grinned devilishly, flapping his wings so they were above the ground and kissed him again.
“I’m back, so fill me in later. I’m starving and desperately need some time with my mate.” he chuckled and nuzzled Crowley’s neck as they gently touched the ground.
Crowley made a soft startled noise as Dean took flight with him, though this wasn’t his first rodeo. It had been a while, though. He laughed when they landed, more shaky than intended because Dean was on his neck like that. “You’re still sweeping me off my feet.”
Grinning, he looked around him. “Where have you whisked us away to, hm?”
“New Eden.” Dean said simply and grinned, scooping Crowley off his feet and held him in his arms, kissing the other and curled his tail behind him with a laugh. “Of course I still am. I’m still technically your angel.” he laughed and flared his wings wide.
deanbitchwinchester
Dean laughed at the words ‘God told me’ coming from the mouth of the King of Hell. He pulled Crowley close, kissing him desperately, silencing the babble. He just held the demon, wings curling around them tighter, needing the other in his arms.
“I love you.” he whispered, pinning Crowley to his body, just needing the man close. “I’m so sorry I took so long getting back.” he whispered and nosed the other’s cheek.
iamyourking
Crowley practically purred at the proximity, nothing else mattered to him in this moment. Not Hell, not Heaven, not even the Earth on which they stood. He had Dean back. “I love you too.” He smiled, breathing him in and enjoying his presence.
“Will you stop apologising?” Crowley whacked him gently on the arm, before laughing. “Honestly, Dean, if you had to leave me for that long it must have been important.” Back when Crowley had just been king of the crossroads he had retreated into himself and gone off on his own for some periods of time, honing his true form and tapping into the deeper darker magics within himself to make himself a better and more effective demon. That had taken him away for hell-centuries, and many decades on Earth. But it had been worth it.
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Dean smiled at his demon, loved the way he purred and practically squirmed into the touch. He stepped back from the hit, mocking hurt before he scooped the Demon up and grinned devilishly, flapping his wings so they were above the ground and kissed him again.
“I’m back, so fill me in later. I’m starving and desperately need some time with my mate.” he chuckled and nuzzled Crowley’s neck as they gently touched the ground.
Dean chuckled as the other turned to face him, tail curling behind him, wings fluttering from their near ashen state. Despite being missing for a long time, he seemed in shockingly pristine condition. His eyes gleamed brightly and he raised an eyebrow.
“What, no hi?” he asked and chuckled brightly.
Crowley hadn’t been expecting to see Dean. His defenses were just up so high that he was on the verge of breaking point because he felt so damn tense. But seeing Dean there had him freezing in his tracks, not from fear but from disbelief.
“Dean.” In an instant he was on him, arms wrapped around him tightly. He didn’t care if he was acting like a lovesick fool, he missed him. “Oh you would not believe the week I’m having.” Week, month, almost year, now. “Are you okay? Where have you been? How is everyone?”
Dean felt the sudden weight and he wrapped his arms around Crowley tightly. “Everyone’s well… They’re okay. As for where I’ve been well…” Where did he begin? He found himself in space, in another dimension and finally coping with the death of a part of him. “It’s a long story.”
But feeling Crowley, smelling his scent had Dean falling into him and groaning low in pleasure. “You need to relax more.” he chuckled near playful, a sly tone to his voice as he wrapped Crowley up in his wings.
This was why he held on. Why he fought on. This was why he was here once more. THis familiar warmth and pressure, this familiar presence that filled him with absolute perfection. “Sorry for being gone so long, Crowley. I didn’t wish to be gone so long.” he said softly and smiled to the other.
Crowley nodded, still holding him happily. “We’ve got time now. All the time in the world.” He took a deep breath in of Dean’s scent and sighed, drinking it all in greedily like a drowning man would gasp for those precious glimpses of air.
“Hard to. Hell’s been at war, but that’s over, but Purgatory kind of blew a gasket and Dick’s looming. But that doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters but you.” Crowley pulled away so he could look at Dean, smiling. “You’re even more beautiful than you were the last time I saw you.” He didn’t even think that was possible. Crowley leaned in to press his lips to Dean’s, still arched up right in Dean’s personal space, just the way he liked it.
Dean’s wings flared out at the news of Hell and Purgatory. He left Crowley to fight that alone. He truly was a horrible partner. But then the other made that comment, pressed himself close and on his tip toes to kiss him and Dean melted.
He wrapped his wings around Crowley once more, arms pulling Crowley close and kissed him eagerly, shaking as he tried to cope with the rush of emotions. “I’m sorry I was gone.” he whispered, cupping the back of Crowley’s head and smiled to the King of Hell.
“Don’t be sorry,” he said gently, “I figure that whatever you had to do was important. And it’s easy to lose track of time. I’m just so glad you’re back.” Crowley kissed him deeply, arching up against him and feeling his demon smoke rippling excitedly in his vessel. There was a part of him that thought he’d never see Dean again, but he always had hope. “I did get worried after a while..” he admitted, “But God told me you were alive. Or Chuck, or whatever he likes to call himself. You missed a bit.” He chuckled.
Dean laughed at the words ‘God told me’ coming from the mouth of the King of Hell. He pulled Crowley close, kissing him desperately, silencing the babble. He just held the demon, wings curling around them tighter, needing the other in his arms.
“I love you.” he whispered, pinning Crowley to his body, just needing the man close. “I’m so sorry I took so long getting back.” he whispered and nosed the other’s cheek.
Dean chuckled as the other turned to face him, tail curling behind him, wings fluttering from their near ashen state. Despite being missing for a long time, he seemed in shockingly pristine condition. His eyes gleamed brightly and he raised an eyebrow.
“What, no hi?” he asked and chuckled brightly.
Crowley hadn’t been expecting to see Dean. His defenses were just up so high that he was on the verge of breaking point because he felt so damn tense. But seeing Dean there had him freezing in his tracks, not from fear but from disbelief.
“Dean.” In an instant he was on him, arms wrapped around him tightly. He didn’t care if he was acting like a lovesick fool, he missed him. “Oh you would not believe the week I’m having.” Week, month, almost year, now. “Are you okay? Where have you been? How is everyone?”
Dean felt the sudden weight and he wrapped his arms around Crowley tightly. “Everyone’s well… They’re okay. As for where I’ve been well…” Where did he begin? He found himself in space, in another dimension and finally coping with the death of a part of him. “It’s a long story.”
But feeling Crowley, smelling his scent had Dean falling into him and groaning low in pleasure. “You need to relax more.” he chuckled near playful, a sly tone to his voice as he wrapped Crowley up in his wings.
This was why he held on. Why he fought on. This was why he was here once more. THis familiar warmth and pressure, this familiar presence that filled him with absolute perfection. “Sorry for being gone so long, Crowley. I didn’t wish to be gone so long.” he said softly and smiled to the other.
Crowley nodded, still holding him happily. “We’ve got time now. All the time in the world.” He took a deep breath in of Dean’s scent and sighed, drinking it all in greedily like a drowning man would gasp for those precious glimpses of air.
“Hard to. Hell’s been at war, but that’s over, but Purgatory kind of blew a gasket and Dick’s looming. But that doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters but you.” Crowley pulled away so he could look at Dean, smiling. “You’re even more beautiful than you were the last time I saw you.” He didn’t even think that was possible. Crowley leaned in to press his lips to Dean’s, still arched up right in Dean’s personal space, just the way he liked it.
Dean’s wings flared out at the news of Hell and Purgatory. He left Crowley to fight that alone. He truly was a horrible partner. But then the other made that comment, pressed himself close and on his tip toes to kiss him and Dean melted.
He wrapped his wings around Crowley once more, arms pulling Crowley close and kissed him eagerly, shaking as he tried to cope with the rush of emotions. “I’m sorry I was gone.” he whispered, cupping the back of Crowley’s head and smiled to the King of Hell.
Dean chuckled as the other turned to face him, tail curling behind him, wings fluttering from their near ashen state. Despite being missing for a long time, he seemed in shockingly pristine condition. His eyes gleamed brightly and he raised an eyebrow.
“What, no hi?” he asked and chuckled brightly.
Crowley hadn’t been expecting to see Dean. His defenses were just up so high that he was on the verge of breaking point because he felt so damn tense. But seeing Dean there had him freezing in his tracks, not from fear but from disbelief.
“Dean.” In an instant he was on him, arms wrapped around him tightly. He didn’t care if he was acting like a lovesick fool, he missed him. “Oh you would not believe the week I’m having.” Week, month, almost year, now. “Are you okay? Where have you been? How is everyone?”
Dean felt the sudden weight and he wrapped his arms around Crowley tightly. “Everyone’s well... They’re okay. As for where I’ve been well...” Where did he begin? He found himself in space, in another dimension and finally coping with the death of a part of him. “It’s a long story.”
But feeling Crowley, smelling his scent had Dean falling into him and groaning low in pleasure. “You need to relax more.” he chuckled near playful, a sly tone to his voice as he wrapped Crowley up in his wings.
This was why he held on. Why he fought on. This was why he was here once more. THis familiar warmth and pressure, this familiar presence that filled him with absolute perfection. “Sorry for being gone so long, Crowley. I didn’t wish to be gone so long.” he said softly and smiled to the other.
“– Oi! Hands off the merchandise!”
Dean chuckled as the other turned to face him, tail curling behind him, wings fluttering from their near ashen state. Despite being missing for a long time, he seemed in shockingly pristine condition. His eyes gleamed brightly and he raised an eyebrow.
“What, no hi?” he asked and chuckled brightly.
