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Yeah, it’s almost 1am where I live but I could not shake the need to write this right now 🙃
From him to you it would definitely start as gift giving, but would gradually accomodate into what you prefer if it’s not gifts (physical touch, words of affirmation, quality time, acts of service).
He doesn’t really care about gifts (5%) because he can get literally anything he wants in the world. A little note left on his throne showing that you care would be enough for him to smile, chuckle slightly and keep it inside his suit pocket so he can look at it while he’s thinking of you or bored in a meeting (or both).
He’d mostly prefer words of affirmation (35%), in need to be reassured by you that you love him, that you think he deserves love, that you care for him and, more important than anything, that you trust him and he can trust you.
Next would be physical touch (25%). He likes it when you are not afraid to show him off in public, take his hand and be clingy around other people, demonstrating him you are proud of being together, even though people like the Winchester brothers don’t fully approve.
Paired with physical touch would be quality time (25%). Just as important as it is knowing you don’t care about what other people think about you two being together, it is spending time only you and him; bonding, communicating, or simply enjoying each other’s company in silence. The place doesn’t really matter, it could be having dinner in Paris to merely watching some random movie in your room while you’re cuddled.
Last one, acts of service (10%). It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate when you do something for him like cooking, washing the dishes, or even sometimes helping him with Hell’s administration, he does and thanks you for it, but honestly he prefers to handle everything himself, even more when it means taking a burden off of you or spoiling you. He likes it more when you just listen to him rant about his day, or quietly accompany him as he does paperwork. Something he does quite enjoy is when you give him a massage after a rough day.
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Imagine having to summon Crowley because Sam and Dean won’t let you see him.
“Now this is something I never thought I’d see,” Crowley said, when you summoned him to a crossroads. “A friend of the Winchesters selling her soul. What for?”
“You,” she said. “I want to be with you and Sam and Dean won’t let me see you. I know they have good intentions, but I warned them that I’d find a way, and if this is it, so be it.”
“I’ll have a word with them, and I’m not taking your soul. If you want to be with me, I think we can find some other way that’s less…limited. I don’t want a ticking clock over our heads all the time. I don’t think it would make for a happy relationship,” he teased. You smiled at him. At least someone was on your side.
A/N: Let me know if you want to be a part of the tag list! This one is a bit more choppy and not as great as I wrote it at work. I did a little adding on and editing but its still not great. I wasn’t exactly sure how to end this part. Hope you enjoy anyways!
Once the boys finally realized you were gone they started frantically calling and texting you and Crowley. You both rolled your eyes every time. The one thing you were worried about was them summoning him and holding him hostage again with no way for you to get to him.
But of course, that was exactly what happened. It took them a while so it didn't really come as a surprise.
Once you noticed he was gone you did just as you were told and found Billie immediately. She was obviously reluctant but already had been told by Crowley that in the case of an emergency she was to help you, so she did.
You asked her to take you to the bunker and she obliged.
Once inside you went straight to the dungeon and found nothing but an empty room. You then frantically began your search to find any ideas as to where they may have taken him.
"Wait," Billie paused and stared into space as she seemed to be listening for something as you both stood in Dean’s room.
"What," you turned to her and waited.
"To anyone that is hearing this," she repeated, "this is your King."
Your heart fell into your stomach and you stepped closer.
"Send help - immediately!"
"Take me to him," you said as your throat tightened.
She turned her head to look at you.
"You dont understand. Everyone with ties to Hell just heard him. Not just us. We walk in there right now Id be putting you in danger and that's the last thing he would want."
"Is there any way to get a direct line back to him?"
"Doubtful if he's in that kind of trouble...”
"Then what are we supposed to do? Nothing?"
She sighed, "You're safe here. So, I'll go. If I dont come back.... then just stay put."
"But-" you started.
It was too late, she was already gone. The silence in the bunker was deafening and the anxiety instantly started eating you alive.
In about an hour or so she returned, appearing near where you sat in the war room.
"Abbadon,” she started.
You spun around and stood, impatiently waiting for what she had to say.
“She answered his call. Last I seen was she was on fire falling out of a church window. They have him chained inside the church. Sam was injecting him with- something.”
"Well, why didnt you help him?" you pried.
"I seen Abbadon and I got out of there,”
"Take me to him," you said firmly.
You both jumped as all the lights in the bunker turned on, all the buttons in the war room flashed and the table map lit up.
"Take me to him, NOW," you said through gritted teeth.
She eyed you and snapped her fingers, teleporting you instantly.
You both froze as you seen balls of fire raining from the sky. You didnt give anything a second thought as you took off running towards the church in a full sprint, only stopping when you seen Sam and Dean on the ground next to the impala.
"Dean, please!" you cried, grabbing ahold of his jacket, shaking him.
He grabbed the keys and handed them over, uncaring as he held his sick brother.
"Crowley!" you hollered as you ran inside the white broken down church.
“Y/N....” Crowley said he tried to turn to look at you but couldn’t as the restrains held him in place.
He breathed a sigh of relief as you went to work on the chains. When you made your way to the front of him you began to tear up, as did he. His face was covered in blood, his skin coated in sweat and a group of needle punctures in his neck caught your eye. You could tell he was tired. You helped him up out of the chair and he nearly collapsed to the floor.
"Crowley we need to get out of here," you cried.
"I cant, love," he said tiredly, "I cant."
That shook you. You grabbed ahold of him and helped him outside, sitting him down against the Impala next to the boys. You all held on as balls of fire crashed into the earth.
"Angels," Crowley muttered as he watched, “Falling angels.”
You looked at Sam and Dean and you all jumped as one crashed into the lake nearby, hitting into the earth with a loud boom. You grabbed Crowley’s suit jacket and leaned in closer to him, afraid.
He looked over at you and watched you as he sat there working through whatever they had put him through. You felt his eyes on you and you met his eyes as you turned your head.
You jumped and dove in to Crowley as another one crashed into the earth, your hands grasping a fistful of his suit jacket. He held you close, taking your hand and holding it tightly.
Dean looked over, your actions peaking his interest. His jaw tightened as he seen your hands intertwined. Sam noticed his reaction and looked over. He swallowed hard and his jaw tightened. Oh hell no.
A/N: I may have gotten a little GIF happy with this one but I had to... ya know, for context ;)
That night you couldn't sleep, tossing and turning with Crowley on your mind. Finally you sighed and threw the covers off, sitting up on the bed. Sam and Dean would be pissed if they caught you talking with him, but you didn't really care. You needed to. You stood up and quietly made your way into the library, where he was staying. When you rounded the corner you seen him standing, pouring him another glass of whiskey. How many did he have by now? Or did it even matter since he wasn't human? You shrugged it off and took another step, freezing as he tilted his head upwards and sat the bottle of whiskey back down.
He turned around and took a sip before he tilted his head and smirked. The way you two could talk without ever speaking truly blew you away.
You took a step closer, eyes on him, "I just wanted to say thank you."
He just looked at you and raised an eyebrow. You tried to say something else but all that came out was just stutters.
He inhaled before speaking, taking a few steps toward you, "So, what exactly was that about? What we shared. Because if it is something, accept it. If it isnt, let it go."
He was so close to you now all you did was freeze and look him over. You stuttered again and he reached up and gently tilted your chin up to look you in your eyes. You searched his eyes for a moment before he sat his whiskey glass down on the table next to you and leaned down to kiss you softly. You grabbed ahold of his suit jacket and balled it in your fist so that when he moved to pull away you just pulled him back firmly against you. The kiss intensified and you whimpered against his mouth, a strong hold on his suit. Eventually though, you had to let go and pause to gasp for air.
He chuckled and eyed you as he wiped his mouth and beard, "thats what I thought."
You watched him pick up his whiskey glass as you stood there completely blown away.
"Y/A," Dean scolded, causing you to jump and turn around.
Crowley rolled his eyes and brought the whiskey glass up to his lips, taking a sip before he turned to walk back over to his chair to sit down. You looked back over at Crowley and looked down with a smile as you blushed before walking quickly back to your room, slamming the door and locking it behind you. Dean tried to follow, almost walking into the door as it slammed in his face. He called your name again and jingled the doorknob before turning to glare at Crowley.
"You stay hell away from her," he yelled as he pointed at Crowley before going back into his room, slamming the door behind him as well.
You crawled into bed and laid there staring at the wall, trying to process it all. After a while you heard a soft knock on the door. It was Crowley. You hopped up and opened the door. He walked in, causing you to back out of the way. You watched him as he walked past you before closing the door behind him, locking it back.
"I cant stay, Moose and Squirrel will surely kill me. However..."
He walked over to the bed and laid down, patting the side next to him. You walked over and climbed under the covers as you cuddled up against him.
He hummed and held you close, "I can at least stay for a little while."
You nuzzled into him and relaxed immediately. As you settled in you realized how tired you really were and slowly dozed off, your head on his chest.
The next morning when you woke he was gone as you expected. You hopped out of bed to go find him and your heart dropped when he wasnt sitting in the library.
"Crowley?" you called out into the silence of the bunker. You didnt even see the boys anywhere.
You ran to check in the dungeon and found him chained to the chair, Sam and Dean standing around him. You stopped when Dean moved away and you seen Crowley spit out a mouthful of blood. Dean turned to look at you, flexing his hand from the pain. You ran out and headed for the door, angry that the boys couldn't be civil.
"Y/N wait," he called as he ran after you.
You slammed the door in his face again and ran to your car. Once in your car you broke down crying, your hands shaking. You wanted to help him but you knew you probably wouldnt win against those two.
"Whats wrong?" Castiel asked from the passenger seat, causing you to jump.
"Jesus Cas," you gasped before wiping your tears with your shirt.
He looked at you confused, waiting for an answer. You sighed and looked out the window, not even able to look at him. You paused and took another breath before speaking.
"I just think that after what Crowley did for me they could act more civilized with him..."
"But he's a demon. Hes the King of Hell,"
"I know, but he saved my life..."
He inhaled a breath and looked out the windshield, thinking, "I see..."
You looked over at him, getting irritated. You groaned and opened the door before running back to the door.
You sped down the stairs with determination. You snuck passed the dungeon, only checking to make sure the boys were still in there. Crowley noticed you and continued giving the boys hell as always.
You then quietly snuck into Dean's bedroom and began frantically searching for the keys to Crowley's cuffs and collar. Finally you found it in a small wooden box hidden underneath his bed. Yes!
You jumped when you heard Sam and Dean coming back. You quickly pocketed the keys and put the box back in it's place before you jumped into your room before they rounded the corner. You squeezed the keys and breathed a sigh of relief when they didn't catch you.
That night when everyone was asleep you snuck out of your room and headed for the dungeon. You cursed when the book shelves squealed against the concrete floor.
"Whats this?" Crowley asked as he watched you slip through the crack you made in the bookshelves.
You held out the keys and jingled them in your hands with a smirk. He tilted his head back and eyed the keys before chuckling softly. He was very impressed with you.
"I knew you were up to something," he smirked as you walked over and began trying to unlock everything. Once the chains were lying on the floor he moved to stand but you quickly walked in front and cut him off, pushing him back in the chair.
He bit his lip and glared up at you, gauging the situation as you scraped the trap that was painted onto the floor. He tilted his head back to look at you directly when you reached and grabbed ahold of his throat before you kissed him deeply. Once you pulled away and let go he just chuckled and snapped his fingers, teleporting you both. You were definately in trouble now.
Description: FLUFF! You and Crowley get stuck in a cabin together during a snowstorm.
Crowley moved back the old faded white curtains and gazed out at the falling snow. He looked around, gauging how bad the situation was getting. The Winchesters had been gone for quite sometime and the situation wasnt looking promising for their return as the snow fell rapidly as well as the temperature. He exhaled and his hot breath turned to steam, just as he expected.
You laid there shivering under a pile of blankets you had found in the abandoned cabin as well as wearing every article of clothing you had with you.
He turned his head and looked at you, watching you shiver. He looked you up and down for a moment, thinking. His jaw tightened and he released the curtains as he turned toward you and began to unbutton his suit jacket and remove it from his broad shoulders, the chains around his ankles jingling. He walked over and draped it over you as you laid curled up on the cabin bed. You shuttered and looked up at him, your teeth chattering. If only the boys had left the keys with you, you wouldve been able to remove the chains and he could teleport you both somewhere warm.
"Doesn't look like its going to let up anytime soon love," he stated as he straightened himself back up before walking over to the fireplace, stoking it and adding one last piece of wood. He dusted off his hands and turned around just when a clump of snow fell down the chimney, putting out the last source of heat you had left.
He closed his eyes. Fuck.
He sighed and walked over to the bed, easing down onto it and sliding underneath the covers with you.
"What are you doing?" you asked as you pulled back, looking at him like he was a mad man.
He opened his arms and gestured for you to come closer, "Just trying to keep you alive, thats all. Promise."
You looked at him for a moment and caved. Scooting closer to him you nuzzled into him, feeling the heat instantly. You closed your eyes as you breathed a sigh of relief into his chest and buried your face into him as he pulled the covers up and held you.
He felt you relax and he took a deep breath, slowly exhaling as he took in the situation and also relaxed. Having him this close made your mind start running. You thought of all the times you had craved to be this close to another human being, all the times you screamed out into the emptiness of your bedroom and cursed the universe for leaving you cold and alone. For the first time in forever you felt at peace. Curiously as you got lost in your thoughts you began to softly rub circles onto his chest into the dark material of his dress shirt, another thing you always wanted to do. It caught his attention and he raised an eyebrow as he looked down at you. You felt his stare and glanced up. You jumped and blushed, sliding your hand away and keeping it to yourself.
"Sorry!" you exclaimed as you looked away from him.
"Nothing to be sorry for," he said softly.
You slowly slid your hand back onto his chest and fidgeted with his buttons. You giggled when you slid a finger inside and drew circles onto his skin.
He chuckled and rubbed your back, "careful love."
He raised his eyebrows when you looked up at him. He froze when you reached up and slowly started to touch his beard. He just watched you and held still as you explored him curiously.
You pulled back and looked into his eyes when he inhaled and began to speak.
"Curious one, arent you?"
You nodded slowly and continued to softly scratch his beard. Your eyes eventually started to droop and sleep overcame you, your hand hand frozen against his jaw. He held you tighter as his cold heart melted at the pure innocence you had. You were such a gentle soul and he had never been touched with such kindness before.
He laid there and listened to your breathing and the rythem of your heart beat til he dozed off himself. As a demon he rarely slept. He never had to but he could if he wanted.
He woke to the sound of a pistol being cocked and looked over at Dean pointing a gun to his face. He eyed Dean and rubbed your back, trying to wake you. You whined as you slowly woke, inhaling as you opened your eyes and looked up at him. You froze as you watched him swallow hard as he continued to look at Dean.
You sat up quickly and looked at Sam and Dean, "What the hell?!"
"I'll kill him," Dean said through clenched teeth, the pistol shaking in his hand.
You pulled the covers around you and stood up, "Dean stop."
Crowley sat up and stood, still eyeing Dean even though the barrel of the pistol was only an inch from his forehead.
"We both know you're making a mistake, Squirrel. If it wasnt for me-" he paused and glanced at you briefly before looking back at Dean, "she would've froze to death here in this cabin."
Dean looked over at you and his face softened as he lowered the gun and put it back into the back of his jeans.
Sam squatted down and checked out the fireplace.
"Ran out of firewood and snow fell in and put out the fire," Crowley explained as he watched Sam.
"How did you two even get here? Everything is packed with snow. No way you brought the impala here," you asked.
The door opened and in walked a snow covered Castiel who glared at Crowley as soon as he laid eyes on him.
You sighed and sat down on the bed, "yall are impossible. He just kept me alive. Thats the extent of it."
Crowley looked over at you with pain in his eyes. He blinked and straightened his face, rolling his shoulders as he shrugged it off and grabbed his coat, putting it on and straightening out the wrinkles.
Castiel walked over to you, "are you alright?"
"Im fine," you said flatly as you stood, "can we just go now? Im freezing."
You all walked closer to Castiel and in a second you were all standing inside the bunker. You breathed a sigh of relief as you felt the warmth of the heated room and removed the blankets from around you.
Crowley moved to sit and Dean grabbed him, "nope."
"I saved her life, least you could do is let me lounge around out here instead of that god forsaken dungeon."
"Dean-"
Dean growled softly and let him go before he stormed out and went to his room, Sam not far behind him.
Crowley poured him a glass of whiskey and sat down, sipping it slowly. You sighed and lowered your head before going to your room. He watched you leave and took another sip as he sat with his thoughts.
Imagine Crowley being held hostage by someone more powerful and they tell him they know about the two of you and your whereabouts despite Crowley’s effort to hide you and keep you safe.
We kick off Supernatural Week today with the one and only Mark Sheppard. Mark stops by and shares on and off-set memories he’s made
This is a really in-depth interview with Mark that gets pretty personal, and sheds a lot of light on his exit from SPN. Definitely recommend giving it a listen.
So my landlord is kicking me and my dog out, and fast.
For the past couple of months I’ve been paying rent late, and I had a non written agreement with my landlord that I would pay half of $900 every two weeks, $500 the first two weeks and then $400 take next, but my job has been cutting most of my days at work and between that and my dogs very expensive seizure meds it’s not cutting.
Because this is subletting month to month half of my housing rights aren’t taken into consideration here. She wants me out in a week because I’ve practically only paid for the first half of the month...
I have no clue where I’m going I have a big dog with me and it seems like dogs are not welcomed anywhere in la.
The best I can do rn is go to a cheap motel but that’s at lease $70 a night..
I don’t talk with my family since I came out I have no safety net and I’m terrified.
I actually have less than a week, and I’m working for most of it
If anyone could spare anything, it would go towards me housing my dog and I!
Update I moved as much stuff as I could, I had to leave so much sentimental stuff bcs I have no where to put it...I’m at a loss.
I found a cheap motel room it’s $650 a week... I’ve paid them 380 so far, I don’t get paid until next Friday, I have no clue what I’m going to do PLEASE HELP PLEASE SHARE
I really don’t want to be homeless in this heat with my dog
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