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[a 23 mentality ill (writer?) ] I'm absolutely a Crowley girl and just in love with actor Mark Sheppard. supernatural is my religion all hail the king. [ Send me supernatural request if you want to.]

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Hope

You buried the little metal box in the middle of the crossroad, hoping that some demon popped up. Finishing the last bit with your hands, you raised yourself, tears still running down your cheek. Desperately, you looked around you. Nothing. "Come on!"you shouted, turning around once again. You felt the anger pumping through your veins, the sadness filling your eyes and the fear creeping up your back. After turning a last time, you looked up to the full moon. "Fuck.", you whispered to yourself.

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"a deep voice asked behind you. Instinctively, your hand reached the demon-knife in your pocket. As you looked back, you saw the king of hell slightly smirking. "Uh, uh, uh. "he said, shaking his finger, and looked at your hand buried in the inside pocket of your jacket. You let go of it as you rotated your body in the direction of the king. "What can I do for you?"he finally asked you. "Bring them back."you demanded harshly while wiping your tears away. You didn't really care that you cried in front of the King of Hell. Not after tonight. "No."he rejected your demand. You had to fight the urge to stab him in the face. Another tear rolled down your left cheek. The anger is still boiling inside of you. The king looked down on the ground. "Not even a devils trap. You must be desperate."he said, shifting a bit on the spot. "Please."You began to bag. Crowley started to move forward, stopping right in front of you. "Why would I bring back the two brothers who loved to kill me for even talking to their significant little friend?"he asked, cupping your cheek with one hand and wiping the tear from your face with his his thumb. "The answer is no."he almost whispered, not leaving his eyes off of you. You wanted to scream, shout, throw stuff at him, and just collapsing on the ground. But the thought of the Winchesters gone still on your mind you couldn't do anything. You felt small and helpless.

Grabbing his jacket, you tried to hold the demon in place. "Please!"You were begging again, "Please! I'll do anything, everything. I don't even care if you give me one year or one second! Just... just bring them back. Please." The King lifted his hands from you and took a step back. He started going around you, stopping behind you. His eyes never leave you. "I will consider bringing them back."he finally said after a moment of silence. You snapped your head at him, hope filling your eyes. "Yes! I'll do anything."You immediately agreed. "Under the condition, you'll work for me."he demanded now. Everything inside you screamed "no," but your brain didn't let you think rational at this moment. "For how long?"you asked already, knowing the answer. His deep chuckle sent shivers down your spine. "Going once."He started to pressure you. "But what will the boys say?"You started to doubt. "Going twice."

But before Crowley could say another word, your lips were on his. You threw all your doubts, anger, frustration, and sadness into that kiss. To your surprise, the king once again cupped your cheeks with both of his big hands to deepen the kiss. His lips were rough and demanding. As if he felt how desperate you were, he began slightly to smirk into the kiss. Clinging on his jacket, you hoped that he was fulfilling his part of the deal and that the boys never found out.

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Insurance

"I'll do it."Y/N quickly decided to leave the Winchesters in shock. "What?"asked both brothers simultaneously. Ignoring them, she took a step forward. "My soul, for the location of Death."she spoke further. Sam shot up from his seats right in front of Bobby's desk, grabbing her arm to hold her in place. As her dark eyes med his haze brown, she could see the anger in them. "Are you nuts?!"he asked and raised his voice at the end of his sentence. "Don't worry, moose. She will get it back. Think of it as insurance. After you get the last ring, I'll make sure you don'tjust kill me afterward. "explained the King of Crossroads while slowly stepping from the kitchen to the living room, keeping his gaze on her. "Take another step, and I'll stab you."warned Dean while standing between Y/N and Crowley. "Shouldn't that be my decision?"she finally asked, taking her arm back from the taller brother. Dean turned his head to her with a shocked expression. "Pardon me?", "You heard me. It's my decision, isn't it?"she gave back, not breaking eye contact to him. "Kid," Bobby began to speak from his wheelchair behind his desk. "We not letting you sell you soul. Especially not the him."

A slight smirk that creeped on his lips made her heart skip a beat. "You heard him. I'll get my soul back. It's just insurance for him. ", "You kidding, right? You're not really trusting the words of a demon."Dean argued back. Y/N narrowed her eyes but didn't reply anything. "We gonna find another way to find death."The oldest continued turning to the oldest hunter in the room,"there has to be some spell." Dean made quick eye contact with his brother. Sam rolled his shoulders back and nodded. Y/N, on the other hand, had other plans. While the oldest Winchester was explaining how they were going to find a new way, she stepped forward. The King didn't take his eyes off of her. "Y/N!"warned Sam that others, but it was too late.

She pressed her lips against Crowley's and squeezed her eyes shut. Expecting the smell of sulfur entertaining her mouth. But she was mistaken. The taste of whiskey slowly fogged her senses. The Crossroad demon put one hand behind the back of her head to deepen the kiss. His lips were plump, and the kiss was filled with desire. But the one thing that Y/N took completely off guard was how natural it felt. The other hand of the King made its way around her hips while he turned his upper body a little bit. She couldn't stop herself. His desire was like a contagious virus. And before she realized it, their lips fought over dominance. Without noticing, she put her hands on the demons chest but didn't push him away. Grabbing on his jacket tight. Not wanting this moment to end.

But before she could enjoy this moment a little bit longer, Dean grabbed her by the shoulder and yanked her away from this sinful act. "What the hell are you doing?"he demanded to know. Y/N didn't know how to react. Her mind was still clouded by the kiss with the king. She looked at the tree hunters while the heat reached her cheeks. "If I didn't know it better, I'll say you were trying to exorcism him."Bobby commented while moving forward in his wheelchair causingher to look to the side. The king behind her chuckled deeply.

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An Idea

"Dean?"you asked with a shaking voice. The oldest hunter was on his back, unconscious on the wooden floor. It was supposed to be an easy hint. Killing a few vamps should be a little workout for a Winchester by now, right? But easy was nonexistent in this world. You two managed to get rid of the vamps, but one of them took a jump on Dean.

And that brings us to this situation. Dean laying on the floor in this dark cabin. The only thing that gave a little bit of light was the moon shining outside through the broken window. You took a step forward and instantly stepped in something wet. "Dean?", you asked again. Nothing. The only sound you could hear was the blood pumping through you veins. It pumped so hard that almost didn't smell the iron in the air that slowly filled the room. Only as you took another step in the direction of the Hunter you could noticed the wound on his neck. "No.", you breathed out, storming towards him. Kneeling next to his head you saw it completely. A piece of his neck was ripped out. The red liquid slowly leaving the already cold body of his. "No, no, no", you repeated as you ripped off the arm of your sweater to stop the bleeding. "Dean, come on. Don't-", you broke into a sob. The piece of clothing was already as red as your hands. "Come on-", you cut yourself off with a pathetic sounding sob.

"What a shame.", a husky voice speak up behind you. You know this voice too well. The king of hell took a few steps towards you and began to speak again: "Don't say I didn't warn you, dove. Death followers them like a shadow." You wanted to tell him to fuck off. You wanted to scream and throw things at him just to have him leave you alone. But you couldn't say or do anything without breaking into tears.

And then an idea crossed your mind. It was an idea that had serious consequences if you went through with it. An idea that would tie you to the wicked king, maybe even forever. You turned your head in Crowley's direction, and without saying a word, he knew what you wanted. "Come on now," he began to speak slowly, making his way next to you. "Don't be shy." Now you looked up, tears slowly filling your eyes. The mighty King standing next to you in all his grace looks down at you. His eyes flashed in a dangerous red, and he took you cheek in his big but smooth hand. "What do you want?"

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"So that must mean the-", a painful expression washed over his face as he began to speak. "The witch must be-Ah!", again the youngest Winchester broke in his sentence. "Hey. You okay?", his brother asked while standing up from the small chair that was placed on the other side of the motel room. Sam leaned back to sit down on his bed but another wave of pain hit him so hard he dropped yo the floor. "Hey, Hey, hey!", the oldest brother exclaimed as he rushed over to his 'little' brother. With a hand on his forehead Sam tried to balance out the pain that rushed over him.

"What did you see?", the oldest Winchester asked while handing his brother a cold beer. Sam lifted his gaze from the carpet ground. "A woman.", he answered shortly. Dean frowned befor he continued: "A woman? The witch? How did she look like?" Samuel took a deep breath before speaking again:"I don't think it's the witch Dean.", "What?", now the oldest was more confused. Sam knew that he owed a explanation to his older brother who sat next to him on the other bed. But the youngest didn't know how he would react. "If been seeing her a lot lately. It's the same vision over and over again.", "Ah.", Dean exclaimed shortly. Sam could hear the disappointment in his voice already. "And when were you gonna tell me that?","Dean.", "No, Sam. You've been having wet vision about a girl for how long? And you didn't mention it to me? I thought we've been over this.", Dean argued back. Sam's eyes pointed at the floor again with a deep sigh.

After a moment of silence Dean picked up on the conversation again. "So. You think it's another psychic, or something? Another Andy maybe?"," I don't know. Maybe? It's weird.", "Weird how?", Dean asked while leaning forward. Sam finally took the courage to look at his brother again befor speaking:"I don't see her die."

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[kingofrotten]

Small moments with

Crowley

"Damn it-", the oldest Winchester began but the demon cut him off immediately: "No. She is safer with me. We all know that death followers you like a shadow." The smaller guy rolled his eyes befor turning on his boots looking of the direction of his black old timer. "Crowley,", began his younger brother the reason with the demon. His anger clearly rumbling his throat while he continued to talk. "She's in danger. And the safest place isn't hell." The King of the frying pan squinted his eyes at the tall man. "Or your abandoned loony bin!", the older hunter comments while running a hand over his face, still refusing to look at the demon in the middle of the crossroad. The King straightened his back and leaned his head back. He looked at the two brothers in silence for a few seconds before he took a step further to the edge of the freshly painting devilstrap. "Since you med her, you never fully trusted her because well, you hunted my kind long befor that, you don't trust any monsters. We are all the same in your eyes.", Crowley spated. His venomous words caused the oldest Winchester to turn his head in the direction of the demon. "The only time you didn't suspected her to be as evil and wicked as any other black eyed creature you smitten down, was when she was of a use for whatever suicide mission you two morrons planned. And now, you want to protect her?", "Now you listen up, dickbag.", began Dean, his voice a mixture of boiling rage and exhaustion. But befor the hunter could continue with his sentence the King beat him to it. "She stays with me. This isn't up for negotiation, you arrogant little imbecile."

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Small moments with...

Crowley

He scoffed sarcastically befor taking his eyes off of her. With a small eye role he looked at his glas that still contained a little bit of his favorite whiskey. He raised his hand a little higher to take a sip of his beloved scottish drink. She raised an eyebrow before crossing her arms in front of her chest. "OH.", she exclaimed as she noticed what was going on. The King sweeped the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip to catch the last bit of the golden liquid before turning his head back in her direction. The demon lifted his chin slightly and looked down on his old buissenes partner over the tip of his nose. After he squinted his eyes a little she began to smirk. "Wow. So no shouting, or cynic comments? No insults? Nothing?", there was a tone in her voice that almost sounded like muking. "That's new.", "Please.", the king of the fallen began to spat. As he turned his lower body to his throne, still keeping the eye contact, the sound of two metal doors shooting open stopped him.

On of his, extremely nervous looking, minos stumbled into the throne room. "You-your highness.", the lower demon began to stutter but held his breath when he saw first, the anger in his face and second, the company he was with. "M-my-my Quee-queen.", the minon breathed out in shock. "Why are you interrupting me?", the King finally spoke out making the poor demon flinch when his rusty voice shuddered through the room. The minon began to stutter and ramble on about how sorry he is for interrupting and he didn't knew that his boss had company. Crowleys impatients was tested once again. He leaned back with a dramatic eye role and a deep inhale. His beloved, (temporarily) Queen tho began to giggle quietly. Sometimes the King had the suspension that demons feared her more then him. "Spit it out, you pigeon! What do you want?", he finally snapped. The raised, rusty voice of the King send a slight shiver down her spine. "It's you-your mother, your majesty. She is on her way.", the spooked demon finally said. The half-demon turned to the King and frowned. "Mother? You have a mother?", she asked raising another eyebrow. After that sentence she was sure that something sarcastic would be thrown at her from the Kimg of Hell but as she looked at his face she could read an odd expression in it. "Bollocks", Crowley swore under his breath.

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[kingofrotten]

My savior

The youngest hunter rounded the corner into the dark forest. The lights from the streets behind him slowly disappearing as his long legs rushed as fast as they could. A bone chilling scream changed his direction to his left. "Y/N!",he called out hoping he make it back in time. His lungs were burning and every step hurt more and more. "Sam!",he heard the voice of his brother calling out to him from behind. "Down here!", he answered, given his location. The shorter one ran as fast as he could ignoring all thoughts of the worst case scenario. Now he could hear a scream but it doesn't take a doctor to tell that this wasn't human. Sam kept all his senses on high alert. Trying to spot any signs of the wendigo. Or even better, of you.

A bright light to the hunters left and a terrifying scream that followed let the hunter change his direction once again. His brother like a shadow following him. The first thing that Sam saw was you on the ground, back turnedin his direction, a little self made flamethrower in hand pointing the flame in front of you at the screaming creature. In that moment it happens that the gas ran out quicker then you thought. You couldn't help thinking about that Dean reminded you befor you left Bobby's place to check the gas. You could hear his "I told you so" in your mind. Maybe it was a coping machism to distracted your self from the pissed, slightly rosted, windigo ready to attack you. You closed your eyes but instead of the pain you expect you felt heat to your right. When you opened your eyes the oldest Winchester was next to you holding his bigger flamethrower toasting the creature. "Hey.", you could hear to your left, but befor you turned your head, two big, strong arms grabbed around you.

Only now Sam could see the with blood soaked jeans ripped by the claws, the three big wounds on leg, stomach and chest, the bruises covering your body, the muddy overlay on your entire body when the creature dragged you on the forest floor. But the thing that broke his heart was the expression on your face when you saw him. The tears that flooded your eyes, blurring your vision, the emptiness in your eye's, exhausted frome the fighting. How your hold body trembled as he picked you up holding you in front of his chest. The lights of the flame dyed down as the oldest hunter finished his job. "I got this. You get her back to the car.", Dean ordered his brother, relived that you survived without life threatening injuries. The way Sam walked back through the forest, may reminded someone of a freshly married man carrying his partner to the little cabin in the woods the spend the honeymoon there. But the slight whimper you gave out while burying your face in the youngest Winchesters chest was the exact opposite of lovely.

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I was spontaneous in the mood for a Sammy x reader a couple months ago but due to recent events I could only post it now.

Please keep in mind that English is not my first language so I excuse myself for any errors I made.

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Royal duties

Crowley.

From King of Crossroads to King of Hell.

Even though it's been years till his status changed he stayed the same. Cunning, charming and a little bit sassy. Those Qualities let you fall for him in the first place. Sure, the intoxicating voice whispering sweet sins in your ear from time to time helped.

You missed it. The whispering, the little dates he took you to, the lite smell of whiskey whenever you snuggled against him. You missed all of that.

The King was busy with his royal duties. Managing Contracts, controlling the demons on the earth and hell, terrorizing new souls. Normally you understood that you couldn't enjoy his company all day and night. But this was going on for a while now.

And today of all day was the worst. It started with a shitty morning. Some Demos woke you up by shouting in the hallway arguing about whether or not they could trust the Winchesters. Normally Crowley would tear them apart for even thinking the rest of the day wasn't great either. You spend most of the day in your bedroom that Crowley built for you. You were lying on the soft, bloodred sheets of your bed. Right next to you was your favorite book that u abandoned cause you were getting sick of being alone all day.

The little hope that at least tonight you could enjoy the company of your beloved King was quickly shattered when one of Crowleys minons told you that the King was really busy.

That took everything from you. Normally you wouldn't cry so fast but today was just not your day. There you were. Quietly sobbing in your sheets. You didn't notice the door opening and the light footsteps making the way to your bed was also unnoticed.

,,Pet?", you heard the familiar voice of Crowley. Fast you wiped your tears that have falling from your cheeks when you lifted your head. You hoped he didn't notice. ,,Hey there Crowley.", you greeted your favorite Demon while trying your best smile. But he knew. Crowley knew knew that the smile was fake. It was almost the same smile you gave him when he told you that he was to busy to make plans with you. ,,What's the matter, Darling?", he asked while slowly approaching you. You turned so you could face the handsome scottish man. His face was unreadable. His tie on his suit was lightly opened. He swung the whisky patently in his right Hand and rented the other in his pocket. ,,Nothing. Just, you know a bad day.", you told him, hoping he would not dig deeper. You didn't want to break down in front of him.

And he didn't press you more. He already knew what's wrong. The proud King took a sip of he's drink before he set it on your nightstand. Without another word he sat next to you. In that moment you wished you could read minds but then again, dose this work on Demos? He took a deep breath and looked at you. It was one of the intense looks. It was almost as if he studied your eyes. ,,Do you like pasta and red wine?", he asked suddenly. Now you were totally confused but still answered with a shy: ,,Yes?"

The King of Hell snapped his fingers you found yourself in front of a small, round dinner table with a beautiful red candle in the middle. Next to you was the city skyline. The lights of the city were almost as beautiful as the stars painting the magnificent dark sky above you. A little further away from you were other people sitting, laughing, drinking and just enjoying the warm evening right in front of the expensive looking restaurant. ,,Crowley, where-", you began to question but the look down your body made you stop in the middle of your sentence. You were wearing your favorite outfit. The one that you wore when you first went on a date with the seducing King. ,,Italy. Rom to be correct.", he answered your cut of question. A skinny looking waiter interrupted you two with a bottle of red wine. He vanished after pouring you a glas and taking your order. Crowleys big Hand took yours when you were distracted by the beautiful live music. ,,I am sorry, Darling. For being so busy lately. What do you say if we let hell go to hell tomorrow and do anything you love to do?" Once again the King of Hell left you speechless. All you could answer with was your smile. Your honest smile. The one that the King of the Damned so loved.

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My first office fanfictions. Took me a lot of courage to actually post it but here you go. Please keep in mind that englisch is not my first language.

I hope you enjoyed it. If you liked my writing send me a requests. If you're a writer too pls feel free to give me your honest opinion. I wanna get better at writing.

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Hi, I was wondering if I could request a Crowley x reader? Maybe where reader is his partner and they’ve been really sad because he’s been busy with his king duties and hasn’t had time to spend with them, and he finds them laying in their bed, and cheers them up?

Sure! I'll post it soon!!! Thank you so much for the request!!

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Request for Supernatural

(Please don't spoiler me. Only watched season 1-13)

I love supernatural and I am thinking strongly writing some images, one shot, preferences and other fanfictions.

I write for a couple of years now. And I would say, I am not that bad at it. But please be aware that english is not my native language.

So send me requests if u like and I'll do my best to fulfill them.

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Sleeping to night will be like this.