“SHOT GUN!” You both yelled it at the same time. You glared up at Sam. “Race you!” was all he said before he ran for it.
“NO FAIR! YOUR LEGS ARE AS LONG AS MY WHOLE BODY!” Dean sat in the car laughing at you running after Sam. Sam obviously got to the seat first, and he looked pretty proud of himself.
“Sasquatch.” you mumbled at him.
“Get in.” Dean chuckled as he started up the Impala
“Fine.” You gave Sam a smug look as you climbed over his lap to sit between him and Dean, tossing your bag into the seat behind you.
“What..!?” Sam started, but Dean growled at him to shut the damn door already. He didn’t want to waste time on you two arguing. He also didn’t want to get involved. No matter what side he chose, he’d never hear the end of it.
You went to turn on the radio, and Sam grabbed your wrist. “Shot gun doesn’t get to touch the radio, remember?”
"I’m technically not shotgun, remember?” You said sarcastically. “Besides, I think that rule just applies to your horrible taste in music.” You stuck out your tongue as you turned on the radio, loud, knowing Dean liked this song. It earned you an eye roll from both of them. Dean was already regretting taking this case, and you guys had just pulled away from the bunker.
An hour later, you and Sam weren’t exactly squabbling anymore. Still taking jabs at each other, but laughing up a storm. Dean sighed contently, happy he didn’t have to threaten to turn the car around, AGAIN.
Three hours into the drive, you had fallen asleep on Sam’s shoulder. Sam was reading a book trying not to move. He knew you had trouble sleeping most nights and must be tired. Every little bump caused your leg to brush against Deans. He glanced down at your exposed leg and licked his lips, silently thanking the warm weather and loving shorts season. Your nap only lasted about 45 minutes, but it was refreshing.
The first town you hit after waking up, Dean decided it was a good time to grab some lunch. You hit up a drive through, and parked in the parking lot, eating in the car. The boys had been in this town on a hunt before, and didn’t want to risk being seen by more people then needed.
You shared a massive chocolate milk shake with Dean while you both scoffed down Burgers. Sam got a wrap, and a smoothie. Crowley popped in to discuss ‘business’ or so he said, but he spent most of the time flirting with you, which pissed Dean off. Crowley brushed your hair aside and whispered something in your ear before vanishing. You blushed. “What the hell did he say?” Dean growled.
“Nothing important.” you smiled, leaning your head on Dean’s shoulder. “Lets go.” You heard him grumbled about Crowley flirting with you, as he pulled out of the parking lot.
The rest of the ride towards the job was spent laughing and singing along to Deans music. Your thigh kept brushing against Deans. A few times while laughing, your hand fell to his thigh, which resulted in him shifting in his seat slightly as he looked away. You smiled at that. When you went to grab something from the back seat, your boob brushed against his arm, and he bit his lip trying to keep his eyes on the road while your ass was almost right next to his face.
Astronomy started playing. That song always made you sleepy. You smiled and leaned your head on Dean, snuggling close to him, your hand on his thigh. He cleared his throat and glanced at Sam who wasn’t paying attention. He smiled down at you for a second before turning back to the road. You looked so at peace with your eyes closed as your fingers on his thigh tapped along to the music. He shifted himself a bit lower in the seat, trying to adjust himself as discreetly as possible. You opened your eyes at his movement, and when you saw his hand go down to adjust himself, you smiled. You shifted once he settled, moving your hand farther up his thigh, biting your lower lip when he started cursing under his breath. You used your thumb to rub his thigh, and heard a small moan escape him.
“You alright Dean?” Sam asked.
“Yeah..” He cleared his throat. “I’m fine, Sammy.”
When your thumb found his growing erection, he cursed, pulling the car over to the side of the road.
“What the hell Dean?” Sam asked, looking around.
“Get out.” You sat up, Deans green eyes staring deep in yours. “Sammy, I said get the hell out.”
“What!? we are in the middle of nowhere Dean, where the hell am I suppose to go?” He opened the door and stepped out.
“We’re a few miles outside of town. Start walking.” he reached over, shut the door and pushed you down so you were laying back in the seat, his body over yours.
“But..”
“NOW SAMMY!”
You could hear Sam kick up rocks as he started walking towards town. Deans lips crashed into yours hard. You were right Crowley, you thought. He is interested.
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What he loved about you, was that what he got was exactly what he saw. You were a no bullshit kind of girl. Games weren’t your thing. And he was hooked as if you were the finest heroin. Every time he saw you, he was instantly hard, almost begging for a taste.
You were is favorite drug. Without a doubt.
He smiled as you entered the room, the doors closing behind you before your long coat fell to the floor. He groaned softly at the sight of you in just a bra, panties and heels as you made your way to him. “Bloody hell, darling. I should summon you to the throne room more often.”
“Yes, you really should.” You smiled at him as you stopped at his feet. “You know what I want, Crowley.”
He sat forward in the throne, and snapped his fingers so he was now topless. You sat in his lap, and his hands went right to your ass, pulling you close. He watched as you took in the scratches you had left on his chest and sides that were still visible from the last time he saw you. As your eyes met his again, he watched your eyes darken with lust. “You know what I want, love.” He said in a gruff voice. “On your knees.”
“Beg.” You answered softly. He raised an eyebrow. Your arms went around him, and your nails went right into his back, dragging them down. He winced at the pain, and his back arched. “You know I won’t do it until you beg me, Crowley.”
“Bloody hell.” He groaned, before pulling you into a rough kiss. You rolled your hips, grinding yourself down on him. One of his hands moved to brush your clit through your panties, but you slapped his hand away.
“No, Crowley. Beg.”
He growled and gripped the arms of the throne. You continued to grind down on him, your nails dragging all over his flesh. His back, chest, arms and neck. You left red trails and sometimes blood everywhere you touched. When your lips brushed his Adams apple, he gave in. “Please, darling… I’m begging… Please.”
Your lips curled into a smile against his neck. “Good boy.”
As you stood, his eyes went right to your damp panties. He licked his lips as you reached down and undid his belt. His hips came up as you tugged his pants and boxer briefs off. He kicked off his shoes, and pants so you could settle between his legs.
Your eyes locked with his as you got on our knees in front of him. You gripped him in your hand and watched him as your tongue licked up the underside of his shaft. “I love that bloody tongue ring, darling.” He groaned, as he saw it glisten in the light before it disappeared back in your mouth.
You grinned before taking him in your mouth. Working your tongue along his shaft like you have countless times. Knowing exactly how to leave the King of Hell breathless. His head went back, his hand getting twisted up in your hair as he gripping it, pushing and pulling to have your mouth exactly where he wanted it. You moaned softly around him and he growled.
“Get up here.” He pulled your hair, bringing you up to his face. “I don’t wish to finish down your throat Love. Not this time.” His lips crashed into yours, a deep and hungry kiss that was all teeth, tongue, and desperation. Like he needed his fix, and he needed it now. He groaned into your mouth as you settled in his lap again. Your wet lace panties rubbing against his throbbing cock. His fingers moved them aside and he teased your clit. “Get on Darling.”
“Yes, My King.” Your voice low and breathy, it got him every time. You felt him twitch against you before you lifted your hips and he lined himself up. You sank down on him with a groan. Once he was fully sheathed, you rolled your hips, his hands now gripping your ass as he pushed and pulled your hips along with your motions. “Crowley…” You moaned softly. One hand was on the back of his neck, the other draped over his shoulder so your nails were scratching his back gently.
“That’s it, pet.” His mouth caressed the top of your breasts. “You are bloody perfection, you are.” You blushed at that. He called you Darling, and Love at every turn. But it was when he pulled out Pet that you would blush. Because Pet was always followed by the sweetest thing he would utter that night. The things he said that you cherished the most, always came after he called you Pet.
Your arm left his back, and you pushed against his chest, making him lean back against the throne. His eyes burned into yours as you started to lift your hips instead of rolling them. You leaned forward, and bit his earlobe making him growl again. Smirking, you continued down his neck and to his chest. You bit at the tattoo on the left side of his chest. He growled again, his fingers digging into your waist as he pulled you down on him hard. Your mouth came off him, “Again, my king. Please. Do it again.”
“With pleasure, my pet.” He started to pull you down on him, over and over, making you cry out. “Are you close, darling? Are you going to cum for your King?”
You nodded. “Harder… Please, my King. Harder.” Your nails dug into the back of his neck and his chest. “Make me cum for you.”
He shifted himself slightly so he could thrust up into you as he pulled you down. You leaned forward, letting him bite down on a breast as you clenched around him and cried out. He let out a sound that was pure animalistic as he pulled you down on him one last time and came deep inside you. You could feel his warmth spreading, and some leaking out as he filled you more then you could hold.
You were both panting against each other for a bit, before you slipped off his lap. His eyes swept over you one last time. “You are a bloody treasure. You know that, Y/n?”
You smiled at how he said you name. “I’m your treasure, Crowley.” You smiled as you picked up your coat from the ground throwing it over your shoulder and heading towards the door.
“Will I see you again?” He asked. Sometimes he worried you would grow bored of him and stop coming.
“I’m one addiction you just can’t break.” You answered, pulling the doors open before walking out, cum soaked panties on display without a care.
He grinned as he watched you head down the hall.
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A/N : I believe this was the first Crowley thing I had ever written. Not the best. There are errors in this that annoy the fuck out of me.
You were dressed in a short skirt, and a black lace tank top over a black bra with matching panties. The boys were off checking out some info they got from Crowley and wouldn’t be back until the next day. You were bored, and had decided to hit a bar and see what you could pick up.
You were heading through the bunker about to leave when you stopped. You decided to see if Crowley needed anything before you left, and made your way to the dungeon where the boys were keeping him tied up.
When you walked in, his eyebrows shot up as he looked you up and down. A smirk played on his lips. You took a deep breath to steel yourself. The man was gorgeous. You were sure he knew you had a thing for him. “I came to see if you need anything.” Yes, you thought to yourself, straight and to the point. Don’t let him get to you.
“Well.” he said licking his lips. “I could use a bit of entertainment, love. How about you read me a little something.”
You watched him for a second. “I guess I have time.. what do you want me to read?”
“Something erotic.” His smile growing. You turned away to walk out but his voice stopped you. “Just because you turned from me darling, doesn’t mean I cant see you blush.” You cursed him under your breath. "I’m getting hard just looking at you love. Now imagine what you’d do to me if you’d just talk a little dirty.“ You turned to glare at him, but your eyes fell almost immediately to his pants. His member twitched, and you bit your lip. "Care to find out first hand what I got in my deal love?” Your eyes met his as he slid himself a bit lower in the chair. Your heart was pounding, you felt heat pooling in your core. You wanted him so bad, but you knew Sam and Dean would be pissed.. You glanced to the door. “Come on love, come sit on my lap. We won’t tell those morons. It’ll be our little secret.” he winked.
You walked over to him and got on your knees in front of him. He looked almost smug as he looked down at you. You undid his belt and pants and Crowley lifted his hips so you could slide them down a bit to his thighs. Your eyes went wide at the sight of him hard and waiting. “Did I strike a good deal or what?” he smirked. Your hand gripped it tight, his mouth falling open as you looked up at him. You started stroking slowly at first, your eyes locked with his. When you heard a faint moan, you sped up. You started using your thumb to rub the head when you got near the tip. He moaned letting his head fall back.
You watched his chest rise and fall as his breathing got heavier. You licked your lips before taking him into your mouth. “Oh Darling, you are a treat.” he groaned. You could feel him pulling on the restraints. He wanted nothing more then to grab your hair and fuck your mouth, but he couldn’t. You looked up at the frustration on his face. You took as much of him as you could into your mouth and moaned. You heard a growl deep in his chest as he tried to pull on the restraints one last time. You let him fall out of your mouth and smiled up at him. His frustration at not being able to move was turning you on. “You dirty girl!” he smirked at you. “Your enjoying this aren’t you?”
“I might be.” you responded, licking him from base to head before taking him in your mouth again. Your tongue moved around his head before licking just below head. His hips bucked up at you “Bloody Hell!” . You slipped a finger of your free hand down into your panties to circle your clit, while you started sucking him harder and faster, not stopping until you felt him start to tense up. Then you stopped everything.
“I thought you were here to entertain me, not torture me.” he growled as you stood up. When he saw you slip your panties down, the anger and frustration left his face. “I want to see first hand what you got in your deal.” you whispered in his ear as you slowly lowered yourself onto his lap. You gasped, your head falling to his shoulder when he was fully inside you. He groaned about how tight you were as he leaned his head forward to kiss your shoulder. One of your hands was on the back of his neck, the other on his shoulder when you started to rock your hips. You straightened back up and his face went into your cleavage, kissing and sucking and biting any flesh he could get. You felt him straining against the restraints again, groaning when he still got nowhere.
You tightened around him, and he nibbled your ear lobe moaning. You were getting close, and when you felt him twitch you knew he was too. He looked you in the eyes, your mouth open, moaning. His eyes were full of lust, and need, begging you to cum around him. He bit your lower lip and you screamed out as your climax hit. He captured your mouth in his, your climax triggering his own. You rode it out together, your nails digging into the back of his neck drawing blood.
You sat on him panting, too exhausted to move just yet. His head was leaning back, eyes closed as he caught his breath. “Since I seem to be a frequent flyer at casa de Winchester..” He started, “Remind me to request you as my stewardess more often. Best in flight entertainment yet.” He smiled as he looked at you. You couldn’t help but smile as you shook your head.
You stood up and pulled down your skirt when you heard a snap. You looked at him and his pants were back on. “I’m not totally helpless.” he smiled. You looked around the room to be sure everything was as it was before you went in. You knew Dean would notice if anything was out of place, even the slightest. You saw nothing and Crowley confirmed it. “Don’t worry, love. I made sure everything was as it should be.”
You smiled at him. “Night Crowley”.
“Good night, Darling”
You decided to skip the bar and go back to your room. But when you got there you realized you weren’t wearing your panties. “What the hell?” you would have seen them had they still been on the floor.
Back in the dungeon, Crowley looked down into his breast pocket. He could see your panties just poking out and smiled to himself.
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Pairings: Samxreader, Crowleyxdaughter!reader, Dean
Word count: 4,930
Co-Authored with : @reigningqueenofwords
Warnings: Talk of prior abuse, swearing
Original Post Date : April 25th, 2016
Chapter 12 of ‘She’s Leaving, Dean’.
Crowley glared at him. “I left her to calm down, Squirrel. Don’t you dare tell me how to cope.” He snapped.
Dean shook his head. “You didn’t see it, did you?”
“See what?” The anger dripped from his voice.
Staring at the demon in front of him, he currently wished he could make Crowley see. What he had seen that night. The weeks after. And then you, right after he’d left. “Your eyes? Reminded her of the demon that nearly killed her.” Dean’s voice was low, wanting to hurt Crowley as much as he could. “Cas!” He hollered, making Crowley even more angry.
“Yes?” Cas looked over at Crowley and sighed. “Did he hurt her?” He asked.
“Emotionally. I know it takes a lot out of you, but can you take us back to the night that we found her? He needs to fucking see the images that are flashing through her mind at the moment. What haunted her, what caused her nightmares, and what will likely bring them back.”
Cas nodded.
They found themselves in a tree outside a bedroom window. Crowley looked around. “Just watch. You’re getting the short version.”
Crowley watched the empty bedroom. He waited. And then the bedroom door was kicked in. And he saw him, the man on his rack. He saw the look in his eyes, and he saw Lori in there. Crowley watched as he moved around the room, searching. He saw the man look to the closet door and smirk at it.
Dean turned away. “I don’t need to see this.” But Crowley watched.
As the closet door got ripped off it’s hinges, he heard your scream. “Daddy! Please! Please don’t! I was good, I didn’t say anything I promise! Please!!!”
Crowley tried to move forward and stop this, but Cas and Dean both grabbed him. “You need to let it play out… You mustn’t interfere.” Cas gave him a sad look as he spoke. He watched in horror as the man grabbed your ankles and dragged you out of the closet screaming and crying. He saw your phone on the floor, still on. When he saw you get slammed into the side of the dresser he couldn’t take it.
“Enough.” Crowley growled as a fist was coming down to hit you.
“Down stairs Cas… about 25 minutes from now.” Dean glared at Crowley. “I’ll tell you when it’s enough.”
The three stood outside a downstairs window on the side of the house. They could see Dean coming down the stairs quickly with your backpack of clothes, looking around. Sam was behind you as you got to the top of your stairs, but looking behind, in case the man appeared out of a room. Crowley could see you were barely able to walk as it was, and when he spotted the man appear out of the kitchen door way, his wide eyes shot to you as you went flying down the stairs. He watched as Sam went over the landing next, and Dean was slammed against the wall.
“Enough!” he was almost yelling.
“No.” Was all Dean said to him. “Cas, motel about an hour from now.”
They were outside the room looking in a crack in the curtains. The door had just closed when they got there. “No.” Crowley refused to look.
Dean shoved him “We lived it. You don’t get to say no.”
He looked in, and he saw the as Sam carried you to a bed and placed you gently. He watched as they tried to convince you that they had to treat your wounds. You were bleeding, your face, your arms.. Everywhere. He watched as they finally convinced you. When he saw you in just your under wear and bra, the damage to your body, Crowley cried.
Dean looked to Cas. He knew that he was getting drained. “One last stop before home.” He told the angel. “About 4 am.” That was only hours from then, but they needed to get back. Who knew what state you were in at the moment. Cas nodded, and soon, they could hear you screaming. A light flicked on in the room, and Crowley saw you in an oversized shirt, looking much like a scared child. You were thrashing about in the bed. He saw Sam and Dean rush to your side. Sam held you gently to his chest while Dean hung his head. While this happened, Dean kept his eyes down, trying to hold back the tears that were forming. It was hard enough on those nights that his mind forced him to relive it, but to actually watch? That was too much for him.
Minutes later, Dean walked out, gently shutting the door. Crowley watched as Sam shifted, holding you up so he could sit against the headboard. You were in his lap, clinging to him for dear life, shaking, and crying. Sam rocked you gently, humming to you. Moments later, past Dean walked back into the room. He was carrying his duffle bag with everything in it. He saw you glance at it, and relax ever so slightly. Once you stopped shaking, you allowed Sam to lay you down, but not to leave you. You finally fell back asleep on his chest, his arm around you.
“Home, Cas.” Dean whispered. Moments later, Crowley was back in the devils trap, Cas and Dean right outside. “Can you go help her get some sleep, and then relax, Cas. Thanks for doing this.” Dean told him.
“Anything for her.” He said before heading to your bedroom.
Dean waited to say anything, letting everything Crowley just saw sink in. “Now do you get it? She’s relieving that night in her head. You couldn’t push aside your selfish fucking need to torture Lori to comfort your own daughter. Instead, you looked at her with the same eyes that she saw that night. That she saw in her dreams for months.”
Crowley’s shoulders were slumped. He looked broken. “I need to see her… I need…”
“No.” Dean cut him off. “You don’t get to. Not now. Not until she’s ready. We need to pick up the damn pieces, all over again. And it wasn’t easy the first time around. What you saw was nothing compared to living it.”
Sam quietly walked into the room. “You don’t get to decide that Dean.”
Dean glared at his brother. “What!?”
Sam broke the devils trap. “You don’t get to decide that he can’t see her.” He turned to Crowley. “Cas is with her. He finally got her to sleep, but you can sit with her if you want.” Crowley nodded at him and left the room, not even looking at Dean.
“What the hell, Sammy!?”
Sam sighed. “I don’t like it, either. I want to kill him right now, but think back. Over the past couple months. Look how happy she has been.” He shrugged. “It’s up to her whether or not she wants her space from him.” Dean was glaring at him, pissed. “I love her, and want to keep her safe, but we can’t protect her from everything. Maybe, just maybe, as sick as it is, he’ll finally get it. Maybe it’s what they needed to understand each other. She saw the side of him that he didn’t want her to. He saw what makes her so easily flip out, hurt, and why she hates that man so much.”
Dean’s jaw locked. “He hurts her again, and he’ll rot in that damn trap.” He ground out, walking past Sam. Sam sighed, shaking his head.
Crowley approached the room you shared with Sam. Slowly, he walked in. Cas was next to you on the bed. He was sitting up, ankles crossed. Your back was to him, your knees practically up to your chest. Cas glared at him. “I’m doing my best at keeping the nightmares at bay.” He said quietly.
Despite having been in there before, he’d never actually paid attention to anything. He looked around, noticing pictures of you with the boys. There were some when you were younger, and the smile didn’t reach your eyes. And then, you were actually happy. There were pictures of a couple of your birthdays, a picture of you all dressed up for a case, your cheeks a bright pink from blushing, and so many more. But what really caught his eye, were the pictures where you and Sam were together. If you were looking at the camera, he was looking at you as if there was no one else around. If he was looking, you looked at him with pure love and devotion. Even years before the two of you were actually together. Looking to Cas, his face was full of regret. “I’d like to be with my daughter.” He told him.
“I’m not leaving you alone with her.” The angel told him.
“I deserve that.” Crowley sighed. He stood next to the bed and made a soft chair appear. He sat down, taking one of your hands in his. From the outside, you would think it looked like a scene from a hospital. He rested his forehead on the top of your hands. You shifted slightly, but didn’t wake up.
After a while, Sam came to the door. “Go rest, Cas.” Cas glanced at Crowley, who still had his head on your hand. “I’ll watch over, don’t worry.” Cas nodded to Sam, and touched your head softly before getting up and going to find Dean. Sam stayed leaning on the door frame, giving Crowley some space with you.
His legs started to get sore, so he moved to the other side of the bed. He rested on his side, running his hand through your hair. “I hope you know, if she wants you gone, you’re leaving.” Sam told Crowley quietly. “And if you hurt her again like this, Dean says you’ll rot in the dungeon.”
Crowley looked up at him and nodded sadly. The last thing he had wanted was to cause you so much pain.
Your eyes fluttered open.”.. Dad?” your voice was soft. He looked at you, and when you saw how broken he looked, you got worried “Dad, are you okay?” He shook his head and put it down on your hand again. You sat up “What happened, what’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry….I’m so sorry, Love…” His voice was weak, and cracking. You looked over to Sam, confused, and worried.
“Sam? What happened? I mean, after he left?” You asked.
Sam sighed as he got up. “Dean summoned him, into the dungeon.” You nodded, figuring he did it there for the devil’s trap. “I’m sure that he tore him a new one, and then…Cas brought them into the past.” You looked down, processing what he said. “To that night.” His voice was barely audible. Your eyes went wide as you stared at your fiancee. “I don’t know what they showed him, but it clearly got to him.”
Your eyes moved to Crowley, and you weren’t sure what to say. What was there to say? He’d seen the night you wanted nothing more than to forget, the night that your world changed. While you were thankful it led you to Sam, the pain wasn’t something you wanted to remember. Licking your lips, you looked back to Sam.
“I’m going to give you some space. I’ll be right outside.” He told you before kissing you lightly and leaving.
You watched Crowley for a moment, then you tried to shift to get more comfortable. He lifted his head and you moved so you were sitting right in front of him. Your knees touching him as your toes touched the floor. He continued to hold your hand. “Dad.. what did you see?” You were afraid to ask, afraid to be reminded again, but you wanted to know.
“Enough, Love… I saw enough.” He pulled you to his chest and held you tight. He was shaking. Your arms went around him and you softly rubbed his back.
Dean saw Sam in the hall and was about to give him shit for leaving Crowley alone with you, but Sam raised a finger to his lips then pointed to the door. Both carefully peeked their heads around the corner. Sam smiled softly, but Dean grumbled and stormed off. He had no intention of forgiving Crowley any time soon.
After a few minutes, he pulled away and looked at you. “I saw you getting dragged from the closet, I saw you get thrown down the stairs, I saw Moose carrying you into the motel room…” His eyes were shining with unshed tears. “And then, I saw what really happened to you. I saw the bruises. The blood. I saw your first nightmare, and how Moose was the one to comfort you back to sleep.”
Once you heard him mention the stairs, you broke down. You pulled your hand from his gently and buried your face in both hands. It was nine years ago, but at times it felt like it was just yesterday. Swallowing, you looked up at him. “I think I’d like to just be with Sam for a little bit. I’ll come by hell in a couple hours. I need to– I need to just— I don’t know.” You had tears coming down your cheeks.
Crowley leaned forward and kissed your forehead. If demons slept, he would have nightmares for all eternity. “I’ll see you soon, love.” He snapped his fingers and was gone. He knew that nothing could ever make up for that night, it couldn’t make up for him being the reason that you had to relive it, and nothing would be able to make you forget his eyes when he had looked at you. However, he wanted to get you something, anything, to show how priceless you were to him.
“Sammy….” He looked in the room, and saw you alone again. “Just.. please just..”
He got in bed and pulled you to him, holding you like he had that night 9 years ago. “I’ve got you. don’t worry.”
After a few minutes you looked up at him. “Is Dean okay?”
Sam shook his head softly. “It’ll be a bit before Dean is okay.”
You thought for a bit. “Did he got out? Or is he still here..?” You snuggled closer to his chest, feeling safer than you had in a couple days.
“I don’t know, actually.” He admitted. “He looked like he might rip my head off a few minutes ago, and then he stormed off.”
Sighing, you closed your eyes. “I’m sorry, Sam.” You told him. “I need to tell Dean that, too. I wish you guys didn’t get put in the middle.”
He rubbed your back. “I’m not in the middle. I’m right beside you. I always will be.” You smiled at the thought.
After a few minutes you sighed. “I think I’m okay now. I’m going to go try and find Dean, okay?” Sam kissed your forehead before letting you go.
You padded around the bunker looking for Dean. You were not surprised to find him downing beers in the kitchen. He was leaning against the counter, but when he looked up from his 6th beer and saw you, he straitened up. His face was etched with worry. You all but ran to him, and threw your arms around his middle, hugging him tight. He put his beer down and his arms circled you. “I’m so sorry, Dean.” you mumbled into his chest.
Dean sighed. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Princess.” He said soothingly. “It’s that son of a bitch that does.” He kissed the top of your head. “I know he’s your father, but I can’t forgive him for tonight. I’m sorry. I just can’t. He was more pissed off at me than himself when I summoned him. It wasn’t until he saw…that night…that it hit him how much he hurt you tonight.”
Looking up at him, he hated seeing how broken you were. Again. “I have you guys. I’ll be okay.” You gave him a small smile.
“I’m scared, Y/N.” He told you quietly. “Scared that it’ll be like those first weeks all over. That you keep saying your fine, and I’ll hear you screaming bloody murder during the night.” His heart dropped at the idea. “And it’ll be even harder to fight this time, because you’ve already had to do it. You’ve had to push those memories down. Just for them to be brought back.” He rubbed his thumb over your cheek.
You moved away, grabbing a beer, and hopping up on the counter. Sipping it, you stared off into space. “I’m not going to defend him, Dean. Not at all. But I won’t vilify him, either. You didn’t see how broken he was when he kept saying he’s sorry. It’s going to take time to work through this, but I won’t shut him out.” You took a swig and sighed. “I respect your choice to be upset, Dean, I really do. Just, play nice when he’s here? At least no trying to kill him?”
“No promises” he grumbled. You smiled at how stubborn he was, and softly kissed his cheek.
Crowley paced his office, expecting you at any moment. He had ended up getting you a simple tennis bracelet with diamonds, and rubies. It wasn’t exactly what he was looking for, but he was too preoccupied to focus. You deserved a much better apology, but none came to mind. ‘Sorry I’m a shit father and scared you!’ Didn’t seem to cover it.
You popped into your father’s office and watched him pace for a moment. “Are you trying to put a hole in your floor?” You asked him gently, making him look up at you.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Fatherhood wasn’t something I was ever good at.” He told you, moving closer.
“What?”
He sighed. “I was always a terrible father, love. Gavin hated me.” he sighed. “And now you…’
You cut him off. “I don’t hate you, Crowley.” He stared at you, shocked. “I don’t hate you. At all. Frightened, a bit, but that’s more my past than you.” You told him. “Now, what would you like to do? Would you like to get some dinner? Or what?”
Crowley was still trying to soak in the fact that you didn’t hate him. “Actually, I want to give you something.” He told you, handing you a long rectangle box. “Not what I had in mind, but I think you’ll like it.” You opened it and smiled. “It’s the start of a very long ‘I’m sorry’.” He sighed.
Hugging him, you closed your eyes. “Gavin was an idiot for hating you. And you don’t have to get me things to tell me you’re sorry. Your actions are enough.”
He smiled. “Actually, Gavin’s distaste in me was perfectly justified. I wasn’t exactly fond of the little shit. But you changed me, Love. I saw something in you, and I tried to do better.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at his statement. “At least I’m not trying to dodge assassination attempts by older siblings!” He grinned at you, glad to hear you laughing again, even if it wasn’t as jovial as it was before.
Crowley’s smile faded. “Are you really frightened of me, Love?” His voice was sad, and it broke your heart.
Gently, you put your hand on his cheek for a moment. “What I saw did scare me. It down right terrified me. I saw your eyes like that, and I was fifteen again, being thrown around like a rag doll.” His heart clenched. “I could feel the bruises, the fear, everything. It was like I was there, but looking into someone else’s eyes. It will take me time to work through everything, but I’ll be okay. I’m not going to push you away because of something that happened nine years ago.” He gave you a soft smile. “You might want to avoid Dean for a bit though. He’s.. well.. he’s pretty pissed at you.”
“I can deal with that, Love. It’s not like we were best friends to begin with.”
“I told him to behave, though. He’s not to kill you when you’re at the bunker. You’re family, and I’m not going to not invite you to things because he’s mad.” You sighed, sitting in the chair in front of his desk and kicking your feet up. “Of course, I don’t know how long until I get paged by Sam. Dean was on beer six when I stole one.”
He sat on the side of his desk and nodded. “That, and I’m sure Moose would enjoy your company. He looked pretty shaken when I saw him.”
You ran your hand through your hair. “I may just bring him here, I know Franky must be worried, and this way Dean can go as ape shit as he wants.”
He smiled. “I told you she’d make the perfect hound. She took off and scared everyone when you were in trouble. That’s how I knew to get to you as quick as I could.”
“Yeah. She almost ripped Cas’s face off when he tried to heal Sam. She wouldn’t let anyone touch him.” You smiled. “I’m very thankful for her dad. Is she alright? She didn’t get hurt did she?” He shook his head. You sighed in relief. “How about you go get her, and Juliet, and I’ll go get Sam. We can go hang out in one of the training rooms and let them play.” You thought that maybe not actually doing anything would help all of you.
“First, you mentioned roses earlier?”
“After all this, that’s what you ask about?” You laughed. He shrugged. “I’ll grab the picture when I get Sam.”
“Alright, Love.”
You snapped back to the bunker. You could hear Sam and Dean arguing. You sighed and went towards the noise.
“I leave you guys for 10 minutes and I come back to this?” You crossed your arms over your chest. “What is it now?” You sighed, really not in the mood for their sibling bickering.
Dean turned to you. “I was telling Sammy how I don’t think you rushing off to hell is a bright idea.” He snapped.
You furrowed your brows. “What?”
“He just scared you, completely spacing out like that, after pretty much butchering Lori, and you’re going to go running back there?”
“Yes, I am, Dean.” You snapped back. “I was only coming to get Sam and that picture of the roses because Dad asked for it.” You could tell Dean wasn’t pleased. “I get it, Dean. You’re upset. You’ve hated him since forever. You’re going to have to get used to it, because like it or not, he’s going to be around here more often. Whether it’s family dinners, holidays, our wedding, kids, whatever. You’re gonna have to see him. I’m not going anywhere, I’m with Sam, which means that Crowley kinda comes with that.”
Dean slammed his beer down, causing it to spill all over the counter, and he stormed out.
You sighed. “I’m going to spend the night in hell tonight. Crowley needs to know I don’t hate him for this. I’m not going to force you to come, but I’d like it if you did.” You walked out of the room, and went to get the picture, and your other bridal magazines.
Sam ran his hand through his hair and followed you. He knew Dean was upset, but there was no reason to fault you for wanting your father around. He’d give him time, and then he would talk to him. Or slap some sense into him. He leaned on the door frame to your room. “I’m going with you.” Sam told you simply.
“I don’t want Dean to hate me too, for having you come.” You whispered, honestly afraid it would turn out like that. Dean had been walking by and paused when he heard you. He was still angry, but did you honestly think he could hate you? “He’s like my family too, but why is it so wrong to want my father in my life?” You asked, your voice full of sorrow. He turned and went back to his room.
Sam held you close, rubbing your back. “Let’s go, babe.”
“Go let him know you’ll be back in the morning at least. It’ll give me time to collect what I want to bring.” He nodded and left.
You didn’t really need time, it was all already together, but you didn’t want Sam to just leave on his brother. While he was gone, you sat on the edge of your bed. This had always felt like home. Now? Now you didn’t feel you had one. Here you felt like you’d be walking on eggshells around Dean, but in Hell, everyone hated you. What the hell were you supposed to do?
Sam walked back in less than ten minutes later and noted how something seemed off, and made a note to ask about it later. Smiling, you held him close and snapped your fingers. You were in your room. “We are going to meet Dad, Franky, and Juliet in one of the training rooms. I know Franky was worried about you.”
He pulled glasses out of his shirt pocket. You looked at him confused. “So I can finally see her.” he smiled.
“How long have you had those?” You asked, setting your things down. Taking his hand, the two of you walked down the hall.
Sam shrugged. “A bit.” He had just forgotten about them. You found your father and the two hounds in the training room. As soon as Franky saw Sam, she rushed over to him, trying to get him to pick her up.
He put on the glasses and looked down. “There you are, Franky.” he smiled. Juliet was weary of Sam. She had met him before, and not in a good way, but watching him play with Franky, she was a bit jealous.
You went and sat next to Crowley. You handed him the picture of the roses. “I have magazines in my room, I can snap them here if you want to look at them with me.” you smiled, as he looked down at the picture.
“These are lovely. A bit dark, aren’t they?” He chuckled.
“Well, next time I’m here alone, I’d like to see someone about my dress, and then you’ll see they’re perfect.” You smirked. He looked at you, curious. Both of you glanced back over to where Sam was. You cracked up when you saw him laying on the floor, being licked to death by two hell hounds. “Yeah, they’re so vicious.” You teased. You could hear Sam laughing. Leaning against Crowley, you sighed. “I got in a fight with Dean.” You told him.
He raised an eyebrow. He was sure he knew what about, but obviously it was something you needed to talk through. You sighed. “He’s pretty pissed off at you. And he’s less then pleased that I’m here. I got home to him and Sammy fighting about it.” You looked over at Sam and the hounds again. “Sam stands by my choices… But Dean… I think he’s just worried about the after math of all this. He thinks I should get some distance for a bit.” You turned back to Crowley and gave him a soft smile. “I told him to suck it up, and get use to having you around. He was pretty pissed… But… I give him a couple of days and he’ll be calmed down again.”
Crowley sighed. “He damn well better be.” You playfully slapped his arm. “What’s he going to do when he has to be in the same room as me for your wedding? Throw a hissy fit?” You chuckled, glad to see that Crowley was in a better mood at least. “Moose!” He called to the other side of the room. “I’d be careful if I were you. Juliet is fully grown. She may get a bit rambunctious.” He smirked at Sam’s face.
“You’re so mean.”
“Isn’t that a father-in-law’s job, love?”
You shook your head, playfully rolling your eyes. “You just feel like getting those jabs in.”
Crowley chuckled. “I have to before the good news.” You looked at him funny. “Both boys are not only alive, but they have excellent credit, have no criminal record, and have a fresh start.” You grinned, hugging him tightly. “Thought you’d like that bit of news. I thought it would take longer, but it seems the demons I have…are good at what they do. A few have higher up positions now.” You let go, your eyes lighting up. “So we can do that surprise whenever your heart desires.” He whispered.
“Let’s get everyone not getting in fights first.” You laughed. “But, you can tell Sam the good news.”
“What good news?” You looked over your shoulder and did your best not to burst out laughing. His shirt was ruined, and he had a bit of slobber on him.
Crowley smiled and pulled some papers out of his pocket. “Your alive and well, Moose.”
Sam took the papers and sat on the floor in front of you so Franky could climb into his lap again. You snapped your fingers and Sam had a new shirt on. He smiled at you before flipping through the papers. “Dean, too!?” he looked up to Crowley. “I don’t know how to thank you for this.”
Pairing: SamxReader, CrowleyxDaughter!Reader, Dean, Lori (OC), Castiel.
Word count: 4,396
Co-Authored with: @reigningqueenofwords
Warnings: smidge of torture, swearing, mentions of past abuse
Original Post Date: April 24th, 2016
Chapter 11 of ‘She’s Leaving, Dean’.
He didn’t bother cleaning any of the blood off of him. Snapping his fingers, he left the man on the rack as is. Bloody, his innards falling out, and grasping to his last bits of ‘life’. Not that he would be lucky enough to escape the rack he was currently on.
Looking around, he realized that he was in the library of the bunker. He heard your scream and rushed towards it. You had your arms around Sam and he got there just as you snapped your fingers, likely transporting you to hell. Franky kept her eyes on Lori, teeth bared. Lori narrowed her eyes at the hound before she spotted Crowley. “Let’s play a game of tag, shall we? I’m guessing by now that damn hunter is bleeding internally. So much for that wedding, Daddy.” She smirked, snapping her fingers.
Dean ran in as she disappeared. “Get Cas, your brother is in hell with y/n he needs healing. Go! I’ve got this bitch.”
He snapped and was gone. Dean stared at him for a moment before it hit him. “CAS!” He yelled, hoping that everyone came out the other side alright. Part of him wondered if they did the right thing keeping this from the two of you.
“Yes, Dean?” Cas asked, noting how upset Dean seemed.
“Sam is hurt. He’s in Hell with Y/N. The demon that wants y/n dead is after her, Crowley is going after her. I know that Y/N must be terrified right now.”
You had snapped yourself to your walk in closet, and set Sam up so he was at least comfortable. Standing up straight, you clenched your fists. You had no idea where Lori was at the moment, so you snapped your fingers, trying to change your clothes. You’d known others to do it, why not you? You ended up wearing black pants, combat boots that went up to your knees, and a black tank top. Smirking, you realized that you felt your gun in the back of your jeans.
Kneeling down, you kissed Sam’s cheek. “I love you. That bitch is going to suffer.” You stood up and pulled the gun out, cocking it. There was no way you were leaving him alone, not like that. That didn’t mean that you weren’t going to be prepared. “Dad!” You hollered, knowing that he’d be able to find you.
Crowley appeared, for a split second. Only long enough to say “Dean has Cas.”
You took a deep breath. You’d never tried to teleport two people to you before. You tried to keep as calm and collected as you could.
Snap.
“Where the hell…?” Dean looked around.
“My closet.” You said as you stood between Sam and the door. You heard pawing at the door. You cracked it slightly. Franky pushed in, and growled at Cas as he knelt to touch Sam. “Franky no!” She whined and nudged Sam’s face with her nose. “Franky please..” a tear rolled down your cheek. “Help dad. I’ll call if I need help.” You gave her a pat on the head and she ran out the door.
Cas waited until you shut the door again before touching Sam. Sam gasped before coughing. Looking around his eyes locked on you. “Your closet?” He teased.
You rolled your eyes. “Cas, take him back to the bunker, please?”
“No.” Sam said, standing up. “I want to know why she’s after you.”
“I have no idea, Sam.” You admitted. You saw Dean rub the back of his neck nervously. “What the hell are you hiding from me, Dean?”
He licked his lips. “Your dad and I didn’t think you needed to know.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “What the fuck is it with you Winchesters and going behind my back to my father?!?”
Dean swallowed, knowing you were pissed. “I’m going to guess that she was the demon possessing the man that you thought was your father…”
“Is that why she said Sam got what he deserved?” You asked, as Cas simply observed, standing in front of the door.
“Yeah, Sam is the one that did the actual killing, remember.” He told you. “While you two were out, the demon spoke to me.”
Your eyebrows went up. “What? Nine years Dean. Nine years, and your telling me now that the damn thing spoke to you? “ You turned to Sam. “Were you keeping this from me too??”
He looked just as confused as you did. Dean sighed. “No Sammy was out cold. He got thrown over the landing. It just spoke to me, and I never told him either. Crowley asked what I knew about it. I gave him the page from my hunting journal, and told him what it had said.”
You were tearing up you were so angry. “Really Dean? NINE YEARS!” You yelled. “Why didn’t you think to ever tell me? You don’t think that me being on the verge of suicide was by accident, did you?” Your voice was low. “You better tell me what that shit bag said, Winchester. And believe me, I will be having words with my father.”
“Do we really need to talk about this right now?” He asked. Dean stood there, watching as a tear fell down your cheek.
Locking your jaw, you shook your head. “No, but I don’t want you in here, either.” You snapped your fingers and him and Cas were gone.
“Where’d you send them?” Sam asked.
“Right outside my bedroom door.” Your hand was shaking. Sam couldn’t tell if you were more mad or scared. “I just… I can’t deal with this right now Sam. I almost lost you.”
“Hey, look, I’m fine.. okay?” He wiped a tear from your cheek and took the gun from your shaking hand.
“What a touching moment.” Lori had appeared between you and the closet door.
On instinct, the second you registered her voice, your hand shot up. She didn’t have time to react as she was sent flying through the closet door and out into the room, her lower back slamming against the bedpost so hard, had she been a mere human it would have broke her in two. She lay slumped on the ground for a moment as Franky and Juliet burst through your bedroom doors. She lift her head slowly to glare at Crowley as he came in behind the hounds. They had positioned themselves so she couldn’t go anywhere without getting past them, and they were growling, ready to attack.
You walked out of the closet, glaring at her. Crowley swore that had you been full-demon, your eyes wouldn’t be normal right then. “You fucked with the wrong family.” You told her.
“What do you have to say for yourself, Lori?” Crowley spat, watching her attempt to raise her hand. The hounds weren’t having that. They pounced, attaching themselves to her arms. You didn’t even wince when the blood started to pour.
Lori screamed, begging them to stop. “Heel, girls. She isn’t going anywhere. Besides, I’m sure Daddy would like to have a little time with her.” Your voice was overly sweet. The hounds backed off, sitting mere inches from her.
Dean looked across the room at Sam, worried. Not worried for Sam, but for you. For what he saw on your face, and in your eyes. When he glanced to Crowley, even he looked shocked at what he saw there. Sam stepped up behind you and placed his hand on your shoulder.
You glanced up at him and your face softened. Turning to Crowley, you hugged him. “Don’t go easy on her.” You told him. “I’m going to get us home. Come by for dinner later, and after the boys are going to hang out while I come here for a bit.”
He touched your cheek. “Of course, Darling.” You pecked his cheek and went back to Sam.
Looking to Dean, you frowned. “You will fill me in, Dean. I still love you, you’re family, but hearing you’ve kept something from me, hurts.” You snapped your fingers and you and Sam were in your shared room.
“Aw what the hell!” Dean yelled after you and Sam disappeared.
Crowley smiled. “Care to join, Squirrel? I’m sure you’ve missed the pleasures of hell.”
Dean glared at Crowley. “No. Cas, let’s go.” He turned to see Cas gone as well. “Fine. Crowley, send me to the bunker.”
“Sam was just majorly injured, saved, and they’re both on edge. Do you really want to be there for them getting out their anger?” Dean just glared at him. “Come on Squirrel, help me get this one on a rack.” Dean sighed before nodding.
“Y/n?” Sam’s voice was soft as he put your gun down on the nightstand, and pulled you close to him. You wanted to yell, and scream, and smash things. Mostly, you wanted to hurt Lori. You wanted to hurt her in ways that made you sick to your stomach. But when you felt Sam’s arms around you, you just cried. You held him tight, your fists gripping the back of his shirt. “We all made it out okay.” He whispered.
You shook your head. “I trusted her.” And he knew what you meant. It was hard trusting someone, and then finding out they aren’t what they seem.
Sam wiped the tears from your eyes and kissed your forehead. “Let’s start thinking of something positive.” He gave you a small smile. “And when it’s less fresh, we can sit and talk about it. But, I think that for now, it’s best to get you calmed down.” You nodded and sighed. “Go on, go sit on the bed, I’ll be right back.”
He came back in with a bottle of wine, two wine glasses, and a stack of bridal magazines. “I know you might not be in the mood right now, but maybe it’ll help calm you a bit. Okay? Can you try, for me?”
When you nodded, he kissed the side of your head softly and poured you a glass of wine. You took a sip as he poured his own. When he handed you one of the magazines, you put your glass on the other nightstand, and took it. You just stared at the cover for a minute as he started flipping through another one. Finally you sighed and opened it.
At first, all you wanted to do was rip the damn book to shreds. So many happy brides. All of them completely ignorant to the supernatural world. At least as far as you knew. Half way through the first one, though, you spotted a bouquet that you liked. You stared at it a minute before showing him. “What do you think of these?” They were classic red roses, tied off with a black silk ribbon.”
“Well, do you have a dress in mind? A color?”
“I’m going to speak with someone tonight about getting it made, actually.” You smiled.
Sam grinned, those dimples showing. “Would they match it?”
His happiness was rubbing off on you. “Perfectly.”
“Then I love it.” He pecked your nose playfully. You sipped your wine and pulled the picture out, setting it to the side. “Despite all this shit we’ve been going through, at least there’s one thing you won’t have to stress about.” You looked at him funny. “The cost of your wedding.” He smirked. “Every woman’s dream. An unlimited wedding budget.”
You laughed. “Actually my dream for our wedding it to make it through the whole thing with no one getting shot, stabbed, no one having a case, or any combination of the above.”
He burst out laughing. “Ah, a true hunters wedding. Don’t fight it babe, it’s how we roll.” You knew he was joking but you could see it happening.
When you got to pages with bridesmaids dresses you got angry again. You were going to ask Lori to stand with you. You were about to rip the pages out and throw the book when something dawned on you. “CHARLIE!!”
“What?” Sam looked at you confused.
You looked at him with a huge smile on your face. “We almost forgot about Charlie!!! Can you call her tomorrow? See when she can come down. Don’t tell her though, I want to surprise her. And ask her to be my maid of honor.”
He cracked up. “Of course I can. We also have to tell her about Crowley. And the powers. And Franky.” Sam pointed out. You suddenly felt terrible for not keeping her in the loop.
“I hope she doesn’t get mad that she’s the last to know.”
“I’m sure when you ask her to be your maid of honor, she’ll forgive you.”
You nodded. “Seeing as the maid of honor plans the bachelorette party.” Which would be interesting to see what she came up with.
“Oh God.” He groaned. “Dean’s going to be the one planning my bachelor party. And do you know how awkward it’s going to be with your dad there?” He dramatically flopped back on the bed.
“It’s not like he doesn’t know what we do. He kicked us out of hell for a night for crying out loud. I’m pretty sure that’s as awkward as it’ll get.”
Sam shook his head. “Noooo. There will be a lot of alcohol. And that usually leads to talk of sex.” You cracked up, seeing his point.
“Maybe it’ll be a good opportunity for you to find out what sex was like back when he was alive.”
“Shut up.” he groaned, shoving you playfully.
You set the magazine down and laid on his chest. Sam moved his arm around you and sighed. “Thank you, Sam.”
“For what?”
“Saving me. Who knows what I would have done if you weren’t there. All I kept thinking of was holding you on the floor of the bunker. I was terrified, I was angry, and all I wanted was to see her in pain.” You admitted.
Sam thought for a moment. “But, you didn’t. You left that to your father, which I’m guessing even he’s thankful for.” He moved his arm to run his hand through your hair. “You would have regretted it, and it would have bothered you for the rest of your life. Demon blood or not.”
Dean couldn’t believe that he was actually helping Crowley with this. Yeah, Dean hated this demon. Maybe more than others, but he had no desire to be back in that room. Thankfully, Alistair was nowhere to be seen. “So, Lori, what made you think that going after my daughter was ever a good idea?” Crowley growled, narrowing his eyes at her. Dean simply stood off to the side, watching.
She refused to answer. She refused to even look at him. If he wanted answers, he was going to have to work for them. She set her jaw with determination which just pissed Crowley off more. He hit her, hard. He didn’t hold anything back. She tried to hide the pain from her face. When she finally looked up at him blood was dribbling down from her mouth. She spit in his face and smiled. A tooth missing.
Dean just shook his head at her and winced. “You probably should not have done that..”
“No, no she shouldn’t have” Crowley responded. “See, you made a mistake going after her as a teenager. And that’s when I barely knew her. How bad do you think it is now?” He snarled at her. “You dared to lay a hand on my child! My blood! Now. Why did you want her dead?” As he asked, he grabbed the dullest knife he could.
As her screams rang out through the room, Dean steeled himself. As much as he had never wanted to set foot in hell again, and much as these rooms turned his stomach and gave him nightmares, he stood there, and watched. For you. If anything came of this tonight, he wanted to be the one to tell you. He knew you were pissed at him and he hoped that maybe him sitting though this, would lessen the blow a bit.
She glared at him, blood running down her body. “Because she’s your child.” She spat. “You went off and had a child with a human!” She spit out more blood. “I should have been the one to have your child. But no, you decided to have an abomination. And then you were fixated on the little bitch.”
Crowley struck her, and heard something break. “I have let you in my bed, I have allowed you more privileges than anyone.” He snapped. “And this? This is how you repay me?!” Dean swallowed, knowing you were the most protected woman he would ever meet. You had an angel, two hunters, and all of hell behind you.
This time when Crowley went at her again, Dean turned away. He couldn’t watch this. And he knew that if you could see Crowley like this, it would break your heart. This had nothing on the worst Alistair had ever dished out. Finally when Dean couldn’t take it any more, he spoke. “Uh, Crowley..” He turned his red eyes to Dean, and Dean felt afraid of what he could feel radiating off of him. “I.. You promised her you’d be there for dinner tonight.. remember.. It’s getting late. She’s had enough heart ache for one day, don’t you think?”
Crowley blinked and his eyes were normal again, but nothing else had changed. “I’ll send you home, tell her I’ll be there shortly. I just need to finish up here.”
Dean shook his head. “We’re going together. Come on man, look at you. You’ll never be finished with this. It’s been 9 years and you still wail on the other guy. And trust me, I get it. But don’t let it take over. You have y/n to think about right now..”
He glared at Dean for a while. Finally his hand came up, and he snapped. Alistair was in the room. “Hello, Dean” Alistair smirked.
“Keep her warm for me.” and with that, Crowley and Dean were gone.
Dean shuddered when they got back. He had not wanted to see Alistair. Ever. He sighed. “I need to go see Y/N. She’s pissed at me, and I’d like to clear things up.” He was not looking forward to this. Making his way to your shared room with Sam, he took a deep breath before knocking.
“Come in.” You yelled, still laying on Sam’s chest, talking. When you saw Dean, you looked away. “Cas finally bring you back?”
“No. Crowley did. Sam, can I talk to her alone?” Dean asked. “Maybe go calm Crowley down a bit before he makes something explode.” You raised an eyebrow at him.
Both of you sat up, and you kissed him gently. “Tell Daddy what we’ve decided for the wedding so far. That might help.” You smiled. Getting up, you motioned for Dean to follow. “Let’s get some fresh air.” You told him, shoving your hands in your pockets.
Once outside, you sat on Baby’s trunk. “Dean, why do you have blood on your shirt? You asked. “And I seem to be asking that too much lately…”
He sighed as he leaned on the trunk next to you. “I stayed with Crowley while he… got some answers.” Your eyes went wide. You knew how bad his nightmares were, you knew how deep the fear was, and he has stayed?!?
“Why Dean?! Why would you stay for that? I thought you’d get Cas to drop you at a bar or something.”
“Cas was gone.“
You felt horrible. “Oh shit, Dean… I never should have left you there..”
He turned to you and smiled. “It’s okay, really. Crowley offered to send me home, but… I told him I’d stay with him.” He looked sad as he stared off ahead of him. “I’m kind of glad I was there. It was bad y/n. Really bad. He lost it. I had to snap him out of it. remind him about dinner, and you.” He chuckled. “The way he looked at me when I told him to stop, I thought he was going to kill me.”
You leaned your head on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Dean…”
He leaned his head on the top of yours. “No, I’m sorry y/n, I’m sorry I kept this from you guys. But, we did get some answers. That was another reason for me to stay. So I could at least find out why.”
You moved so you were sitting behind him, a leg on each side. Wrapping your arms around him, you put your cheek on the back of his shoulder. “Thank you for snapping him out if it.” You said quietly. “What did she say?”
He gripped your forearms with his hands. “She thinks you’re an abomination because of your human side, and she said she wanted to be the one to have his kid.” You shuddered. “He was pissed. Be glad you weren’t with him for the first time you had a boyfriend. He would have killed the first guy who even tried to sleep with you.”
“We’ll I called that didn’t I.. Hunters will hunt me for being half demon. Demons hate me because I’m half human. That should make for an interesting wedding reception at least…” He felt you smile and chuckled. After a minute of silence you spoke again. “Hey, Dean?”
“Hmm?”
“If you have nightmares again, tell me okay? Please. I’ll be there like before.”
You felt his hands tighten on your forearm. “I will. I promise.”
“Thank you.” You sighed. The two of you sat there for some time, enjoying the silence. “I’ve decided on my dress and bouquet.” You told him, as he had been excited about everything. He pulled out of your arms and grinned at you.
“You’re going to look amazing. And I’m sure Sammy will cry…”
You shook your head laughing, and playfully pushing him. “We should go save him. He’s already dreading the bachelor party…” You laughed.
Deans eyes lit up “Ooh man! I almost forgot about that! It’ll be awesome.”
You laughed. “He’s afraid of what your going to plan, and how awkward it’ll be with Crowley there.”
Dean burst out laughing. “I didn’t even think of that.. Let’s make it as awkward as possible, shall we?” He put his arm around your shoulders after you slid off the trunk. “I mean, isn’t that the point”
You smiled up at how happy he was. “Just … don’t go getting him killed. You know how my dad is..”
He winked at you as you walked back into the bunker.
You found Sam and your father sitting in the living room, silence thick with awkwardness. “Did Sam show you the roses I picked?” You asked, trying to change the mood. Sam shook his head. “I, uh, was to afraid to say anything.” He admitted. “He looked like he might sick Franky on me.”
“Franky loves you and wouldn’t hurt you.” You reassured him. “She almost ripped Cas’s face off when he went to heal you, that’s how worried for you she was.” He raised an eyebrow at that.
You looked at Crowley and you could see what Dean had meant. He wasn’t fully there, and you could see a splash of blood still on his shirt under his suit jacket. he still radiated such a pure rage, that it made you feel sick to your stomach. He was just staring at the floor, his fists clenched.
You glanced at Dean, he gave you a sad look. Sam went and stood with his brother to ask if he was okay.
You knelt at Crowley’s feet, so you would be in his line of sight. “Dad?” But as you looked up at him, he stared right through you. You touched his hand, and he flinched. Almost pulling away. “Dad. Please… look at me.” Your fingers brushed along his bearded cheek, and finally his eyes met yours.
It was like his mind was fighting itself. Rage, sadness, loathing and the desire to lash out radiated off of him. You rested your head on his knee, sighing. Looking up at him, he saw the hopelessness in your eyes. “How about we do whatever you want. A father daughter evening. Get you out of this… dark place. I’m safe, Sam is safe, and she can’t get to me.”
He just watched you. He was afraid to move, or talk. There was only one thing he wanted to do right now, but he wanted you to never have to see him like that. But right now,he was having a hard time controlling it.
“Lets get changed dad. We’ll go somewhere quiet to eat. Anywhere. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to…” Your eyes were pleading with him.
His jaw clenched. “I’ll come get you in an hour.” Crowley ground out before snapping his fingers. Your head dropped. You didn’t know if he went back to Lori, to calm down, you honestly had no clue what he was doing. Licking your lips, you stood up and moved to Sam. You rested your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.
“What do I do Sammy… the look in his eyes… it was almost the same one I saw-” Sam tightened around you. He knew you were talking about that night. The night you were almost beaten to death, the night he had had to kill your father. As you started to cry into his chest, he looked to Dean.
“Take her to your room. Comfort her. I’m gonna summon that son of a bitch.” Dean was livid. That night was burned unto his mind. The blood, the bruises, the sheer terror in your eyes, and how close to death you really were. Sam scooped you up easily, your fists clinging to him as you shook. The same images flooding your mind, with so many more. Sam hoped that the nightmares wouldn’t return. Dean stopped for a moment before storming to the dungeon.
When Crowley appeared before him Dean didn’t even give him time to so much as glare. “You don’t get to make her feel like that and just leave!” he yelled. “I swear, Crowley” Dean growled getting right in his face. “If her god damn nightmares come back, Dad or not, I’ll kill you.”
Pairing: Sam x Reader, Crowley x daughter!reader, Dean, Trisha(OC)
Word count: 4,438
Co-Authored with : @reigningqueenofwords
Warnings: Swearing, pregnancy, angst
Original post date : April 19, 2016
Chapter 9 of ‘She’s Leaving, Dean’.
“Get me out of here.” Dean growled at Cas. And they were gone.
You laughed and shook your head. “How about I go clean everything up from dinner, put away the leftovers, and then we get into our comfiest clothes and just watch a bunch of movies?” You suggested. “We really haven’t had much down time lately.”
Sam kissed you gently. “I like the sound of that. I’ll help clean, though.”
“Nope.” You shook your head. “You are going to get out whatever movies we’re going to be watching. Now go.” You turned him and slapped his ass before walking back into the kitchen.
Sam was done and changed before you. You were washing the few dishes when he came in, already changed into sweats. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed firmly against your back. “Come on, that can wait until tomorrow can’t it?” When you tried to insist, he took it out of your hands. “Go get changed.”
“But… The lasagna will stick to the pan.”
He pointed towards the door laughing. “Go. I already got the living room ready and everything. All it needs is you, and snacks. And I’m on snacks. Go.”
You shook your head laughing, as you walked out. “So demanding.”
“You love it.”
When you got to the bedroom, Sam had left out clothes for you. His old Stanford shirt, and lace panties. You chuckled as you got changed.
His whole face lit up when you walked into the living room. He moaned and bit his lip. “Sexier then any lingerie set.” You blushed as he pulled you to him for a kiss.
“Who needs Geico to save money?” You teased. “What are we watching first?” You asked as you curled up to his side.
“The Avengers.”
You glanced at him. “Have we watched that?”
Sam laughed. “We bought it, and then never opened it. We’ve been too busy.” You chuckled and nodded. You grabbed the throw from the back of the couch and pulled it over your shoulder enjoying the time with him.
Half way through the movie, Sam’s phone buzzed. You figured it was Dean, so you kept your eyes on the TV. He didn’t say any different, either.
Sam stared at the screen, unsure of what to do. It was Trisha, even though she had been deleted from his phone, he recognized the number.
He swallowed. Was it even his? He was torn. If he said something to you, you would freak, so he made the choice to not say a word until he was sure. Even if that meant keeping something so big from you until the kid was born.
He shifted, moving you to the couch, making you look at him. “That was just a friend in town. He’s having a family issue. I’m sorry, I’ll be back before the end of the movie and I’ll shut my phone off.” You could tell he felt terrible.
“It’s okay. Just go. I’ll get some cleaning done.” You smiled at him sweetly as he kissed you before going to grab a shirt and head out. He was hiding something, you knew it. But you also knew Sam. He’d tell you when he was ready. You paused the movie and got up to finish up the dishes Sam refused to let you finish earlier. The lasagna already starting to stick to the pan. “Great..” you mumbled to yourself.
Sam got in his car and looked at the message again and sighed. You guys just couldn’t catch a break. Everything things start getting good, something comes along to throw it all upside down. He started the car and drove off.
The hospital was half an hour away, and he made it in twenty minutes. After finally finding a parking space, he rushed in. “I’m looking for a Trisha–”
“Sam.” He turned to find her in the waiting room. “Thanks for coming.” She smiled.
He moved and sat across from her. “Uh yeah, I can’t stay too long, though.” He told her, giving her the ‘sorry’ face.
She furrowed her brows. “Why not?”
“Because I was in the middle of a movie with my fiancee, after not having much time alone.”
“Fiancee? Sam, it’s only been a few months?!” Anger flashed across her face as she realized who he was talking about. She hid it quickly and looked at him with sadness. “It’s her, isn’t it?”
He grinned at the thought of you. “Yeah. We just got back from Paris, actually. Then we had a big family dinner, so we finally had a chance to relax.”
Her eyes went wide. “We barely went on dates and you took her to Paris!?”
“I proposed in Paris.” He smiled, dimples showing. She scoffed. “I’ve known, and loved her for nine years. A few dates don’t compare.” No need to mention your father set everything up. “Is that why you asked me here? Hoping to get back together? Because it’s not going to happen. She’s going to be Mrs. Winchester soon, and you’re not ruining that for me. How do you know it’s mine? I always used a condom, and we were free to see other people.”
“Maybe I didn’t see other people. And maybe a condom broke.”
Sam all but glared at her. “Trisha, you’re not wrecking the best thing that ever happened to me on a bunch of maybes.”
She gave him the sad puppy eyes. “Please, don’t be mad at me Sam…”
He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “It’s hard not to when I had no warning about this.” He groaned. “What do you want from me?” Sam sighed, looking around. He had a bad feeling in his gut about everything. “Just, let me know when the kid’s born, and I’ll do a paternity test. You will not contact me until then. You will not contact Dean, or Y/N.” He got up and paced a bit. “I gotta get back, she’s expecting me anytime now.”
“Sam…. please.. I .. I’m worried and I wanted someone to stay with me.”
He turned to her and cursed. “20 minutes. I can give you 20 minutes. That’s it. I just need to make a quick call, okay?” She nodded as Sam walked outside. He stared at his phone, unsure what he’d even say to you. Then he thought about Crowley, who had set the whole Trisha thing up in the first place. Was this another one of Crowley’s things? Things had been going well.. why would he?
Sam quickly called for Crowley, knowing that this was far too big for just him. “Yes, Moose?” He furrowed his brows.. “Why are we at the bloody hospital? Where’s my daughter?” He could see fear and helplessness on Sam’s face
“Please, help me.”
“What the bloody hell happened!?”
“She’s fine, Crowley. She’s at the bunker waiting for me to get back…..”
“Then why did you call me here, Moose?”
Sam motioned towards the waiting room window. Crowley walked the two steps to look in. He scanned the room confused before he saw her. “She say’s shes pregnant, Crowley… about 3 months.”
Crowley turned to him. Sam Winchester, the man demons would have nightmares about if demons had nightmares, looked defeated and broken. Normally, Crowley would enjoy this. He would relish in this. Use it to his advantage as much as possible. But he was just pissed.
“This is why you use bloody condoms!” he snapped. “Does Y/N know?”
Sam groaned. “I did! Every time!” He leaned against the building. “No. I didn’t want to say anything until we know if it’s even mine…” Crowley looked back in at her. “I don’t know what to do here, Crowley.. And you apparently had set us up to keep me away from y/n.. So I though maybe you could help me out here.”
“Bloody hell.” Crowley thought for a moment. “Go home, I’ll contact you later.” He sighed, walking into the ER and sitting with Trisha. “Hello, Trisha.” His voice was low. “Here’s how things will go. You will go about your business, without involving Sam or my daughter. When the child is born, if it’s not his, which I doubt it is, you will move. Far. Away.”
Sam watched through the window for a minute before heading to his car. “What the hell do I tell y/n” he groaned as he started the car. Lying to you was not how he wanted to start this marriage. He ran his fingers through his hair before picking up the phone to text you.
He sighed and pulled out.
You dried your hands off when you heard your phone. Smiling, you quickly typed that it was okay, but didn’t expect a reply. Biting your lip, you moved to the living room and took off his shirt. You figured that would cheer him up.
When you heard him come in, you were laying on the couch in just your panties. You were getting wet just imagining what he’d do when he saw you, but when you looked up and saw his face you got worried. “Sammy?” You got up and went to him, touching his cheek “Are you okay?” He smiled softly at you and nodded. “Are you sure, do you want to talk about it?”
He shook his head “No. And I’ll be fine. I promise.” He pulled you in for a hug. You were worried, but you didn’t say anything. You just wrapped your arms around him and held on tight.
Your hands rubbed his back gently. “Come on. I’ll go put on my shirt and we can curl up on the couch, okay? And you know that whatever it is, you can talk to me, right?”
Sam kissed the top of your head. “Thanks, and I know. I, uh, called your dad for help.”
Pulling away, you looked up at him, eyes wide. “You. Called Dad for help?” Sam nodded. “What could possibly be so bad that you’d rather call him than talk to me?” Your voice wasn’t angry, it was sad.
He opened his mouth to say something then stopped. He just watched you for a minute before starting again. “Let’s just say, something always comes along to shit on Winchesters whenever they get too happy. And I wanted to be sure before I stressed you out about it. Please..” he was almost begging for you to let it go.
“Sammy…” you turned and put the shirt back on.
When you turned back to continue, he kissed you before you could. “Please… just.. not now..”
You could tell whatever it was, he was afraid. “Okay. Just, promise me you’ll tell me soon, alright? No matter what?” He nodded. “I love you Sam, nothing will change that. Nothing.”
You heard a sound and both turned to look. Dean was storming through the bunker, soaked. “No, I’m not happy, Cas! You put me on a beach during a friggen Tsunami!”
Sighing, you shook your head. You pecked Sam’s cheek gently. “I love you, why don’t you and Dean have some guy time. It seems like you both need it.” You gave him a small smile and snapped your fingers. It would be the first time you even attempted to go to hell by yourself like that.
You were surprised when you were in your chambers in hell. Sighing, you crawled into bed, not bothering to let anyone know you were there.
Sam and Dean were both sitting at the table drinking beer together. Sam had a good laugh about the whole Tsunami thing. Dean had just asked about Sam’s night when Sam went quiet. Next thing Sam knew, he was in Crowley’s office.
He looked up and sighed. “I guess she complained that I’m hiding something from her?”
Crowley frowned “What are you talking about, Moose, I just got back from talking with Trisha. How would she complain to me when she’s with you?”
Sam furrowed his brows. “Crowley, she left an hour ago. I thought she was here with you.
“Bloody hell!” Crowley was livid. “Tell me exactly what happened!”
Sam sighed. “I got back, and she got worried. I asked her to drop it. She asked me to tell her soon. I mentioned I’d asked you for help. She was upset I wouldn’t tell her, but I called for you. Dean got home upset, so she left.”
“You bloody told her!”
“I can’t lie to her, Crowley! And she knows me. You think she can’t read my face when something is bothering me? Why the hell do you think I called you!?” He ran his fingers through his hair as he paced, getting worried.
“You better bloody pray that she is safe, Moose.” and with that Crowley snapped his fingers, and Sam was back in the bunker.
“What the hell was that about?” Dean asked.
Great, Crowley thought. Another of Moose’s messes to clean up.
You tossed and turned. Throwing the blankets off, you got out of bed and headed towards your closet. You grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled them on. You wanted to test your ability to teleport again. You snapped yourself to the hound pit, got Franky, and went back to your room.
“What are you doing here, Love?”
You jumped. You hadn’t seen him sitting in the corner. “Hi dad.” you sighed.
“That doesn’t answer my question, Darling. You should be with Sam, not here.”
“Don’t worry about it dad.” You sat in bed and Franky curled up next to you.
He watched you as you pet the hound. “I’m the king of Hell, Love. I generally don’t appreciate my questions going unanswered.” You shot him a look and he sighed. “Please?” He asked.
You pulled Franky onto your lap and scratched her neck. “What could possibly be so bad, that he will talk to you… But not me?” Your voice was soft.
“It’s being taken care of, Darling.” he gave you a small smile. “We don’t even know that it’ll be a problem yet.”
“You shouldn’t be taking care of it though dad.. I should. It should be me standing with him on this.” There were tears in your eyes. “Doesn’t he trust me to help him through anything? He looked so scared dad. It broke my heart.”
Crowley was ready to strangle Moose at this point. He sighed, shaking his head. “It’s not my place to say, Love.” You wiped your cheek with your hand.
You shrugged. “He’s always told me everything.” You said quietly. “Can you take Franky back to the hounds?” Franky hopped off your lap and ran to him. “I think I’m gonna take a bath or something.”
“Why don’t you let her stay with you tonight, Love? You look like you could use the company.” He didn’t want you alone, especially when you were so emotional. He gave Franky a pet as you went to the bathroom. “Keep her safe for me, Franky.” And he left.
He didn’t go to his office, or his rooms. And he didn’t go yell at that damn Winchester, yet. Instead, he found himself outside Alistair’s door.
He walked in, not bothering to say anything at the moment. As he watched, he removed his coat, placed it off to the side, and rolled up his sleeves. “I’ll take it from here, Alistair.” He said cooly.
“What is my new assignment?” He asked, a glint in his eye. Alistair was a demon Crowley knew he could count on to get results.
“There was a demon, about nine to ten years ago. Killed the mother of my child, then possessed this sorry excuse of a man. That demon wanted my daughter dead, and nearly succeeded. I want that demons name, and I want him on the rack next to this moron.” He growled, picking up a scalpel.
Alistair bowed his head and took off his apron. As the door shut behind him, he smiled hearing the screams.
You had relaxed in a bath for a while, but got bored quickly. You were sitting on your bed in sweats and a tank, petting Franky who was rolling around and loving it. You had never teleported someone to you before, but you sort of wanted to try. You weren’t even sure who you’d teleport if you could. You just wanted Sam, but he wouldn’t tell you whats up. Dean probably wouldn’t be happy to be in hell again. And the only person you could think of who was already in hell, was Lori. At least you assumed she was here. You didn’t know where she went when she wasn’t with you. You were even wondering if Cas could hear you from Hell.
Biting your lip, you focused, and closed your eyes. Snapping your fingers, you cracked one of your eye lids to see Sam. “Y/N?” He moved to grip you in a tight hug, but you held your hand out.
“No, Sam.” Your eyes were still damp from earlier. “If you don’t trust me, say it. Because if you don’t, I can’t see this working. I love you, I want to marry you, but this hurt me, Sam. You went crying to my DAD. A man who up until recently, you wanted dead.” His eyes dropped. “How bad could something possibly be, to make you ever think that I’d stop loving you? I loved you all through your demon blood. I loved you when you were soulless….what’s wrong?” You saw it on his face again. Fear, and pain. “Sammy… please”
He sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees and head in his hands for a minute. You just watched him as he tried to figure out how to tell you. Franky nudged him in the side and he lifted an arm so she could snuggle under it. You almost smiled at how adorable it was. Finally he sighed. “That text I got. It was Trisha.” He didn’t even look up at you. He couldn’t bare to see the hurt on your face when you found out the rest. You were waiting patiently, and that only made it harder for him. “She’s……” his voice caught in his throat.
You reach out to touch him. Your hand running over his shoulder and down his back. You still don’t speak, but the touch lets him know you’re there for him. You’ll always be there, like you always were. That bitch Trisha can’t change that. Franky wiggled under his arm. “She’s pregnant y/n..”
Your stomach dropped. Licking your lips, you moved closer to him. Your left leg rested against his tailbone, your right across his lap. Your arms hugged his, and you rested your cheek on his shoulder. It would take a lot if willpower not to let him see how badly that news hurt. “You made it seem so much worse.” You finally said, quietly. “How far along is she?” Your voice was soft, and controlled.
He leaned his head on yours. “She said about 3 months. I don’t even know if it’s mine yet. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you. I mean, we’re trying to start something here. We’re trying to build a life, and I want to give you the best life I can. I didn’t want to start it like this… with a possible child from someone else.”
“Oh Sammy.” You reached under to caress his cheek and get him to look at you. He hesitated, but eventually did. He was so devastated. The look on his face was killing you. “What hunter doesn’t have illegitimate children scattered across the country?” you gave him a small smile hoping it would lighten the mood a bit. It didn’t work. He just got more upset.
He moved you and Franky off him and stood up. “I don’t want that!” He was almost shouting. “I want you! Just you! I was careful y/n. Always.”
Franky was whining when you stood up to hug Sam. “I know Sam. I know.” He had gone from sad, to damn near angry. “You have me, Sam.” You sighed. “This is just something we have to work through. If it is yours, then it’s yours.” As much as that thought broke your heart. “We’ll pick ourselves back up. I still plan to marry you whenever we pick a date. I still want a family with you. You’ll be an amazing father to whatever kids you have, Sam.”
You could feel him shaking. Part of you wanted to cry, but you couldn’t. Not now. He needed you too much. “If it’s yours, I’ll love it as my own. If you asked, I’d adopt it as my own. I want you, Sam, and everything that comes with you.”
His arms finally circled you, and even though he tried to hide it, you could tell he was crying. Franky jumped off the bed and rubbed against your legs. “Do you want me to send you back to the bunker?” he shook his head. “Want to just hug for a while?” He nodded. “Anything for you Sammy. Anything at all.”
You sat leaning against your headboard, his head in your lap, and Franky curled up to Sam. You ran your fingers through his hair gently, calming him down. He fell asleep, so you didn’t want to move him. You drifted off not long after.
Crowley came to check on you, and was surprised at the sight of the three of you. He made a note to talk to Moose later. He smiled softly to himself when he fully realized that you must have teleported Sam to you. You had developed control over your powers faster then even he expected. He wasn’t keen on you being in hell while he was trying to find the rogue demon, but between Sam, Franky, and now your powers, he knew you’d be alright for a night.
You woke up a few hours later, sore. Sam had rolled off of you, and he looked peaceful finally. You snapped you and Franky to the hounds, before going to see your dad. “Hey, Dad? Can I talk to you?” You asked quietly.
“Of course, Love.”
Sighing, you sat on the side of his desk. “Since we technically don’t have to wait for anything, I’d like to surprise Sammy.” You smiled gently. “As soon as him and Dean are legally alive, I’d like to have Cas steal him for a bit. And set up the wedding… Ya know, at the bunker? We don’t really have to invite anyone. Everyone we care about is either living with us, or dead.” He watched you as the topic of marrying Sam seemed to calm you. “I’ll still plan with him as if it’s way off, but whatever we plan get just be…snapped. He’s beating himself up so badly about this Trisha thing. He finally told me. After some…words.” You sighed, running your hand through your hair.
Crowley smiled. “I think we can manage that.”
“Thank you.” You hugged him tightly. “I’m going to snap us back to the bunker for the night.”
“Are you sure you’re alright, Darling?” You never thought you’d see the king of hell with worry lines.
You smiled softly before you kissed his cheek. “I’m perfect, Dad. I’m marrying the man of my dreams.”
You made your way back to your room. To your future. You smiled when you saw him. Laying next to him, you snapped your fingers. Once in the bunker, you slipped off your sweats and snuggled up to Sam.
You woke up when you felt Sam stirring in the morning. “What the… when did we get here?”
You opened yours eyes and smiled. “I brought us home after you fell asleep.” He kissed you softly and decided to snuggle just a bit longer. You quickly fell back asleep in his arms.
The next time you woke up, you pulled on a pair of sweats and made your way to the kitchen. “Morning.” You gave Dean a small smile. “Nice bedhead.” You teased.
Sam came in, minutes later. “Hey.” He yawned. “I asked Sam how his night went, and then he snapped away. Why the hell did you look so depressed??”
Sam looked at you, the pain back in his eyes. You smiled lovingly at him as you filled the kettle. You needed a cup of tea something fierce.
Dean looked between you both. “Come on Sammy, it can’t be that bad. Can it?”
“Trisha’s pregnant.”
Dean looked at him confused. “Who?” You shot him a look. “That crazy chick who’s nose you broke?” You nodded. “Jesus.. Now I get it.. I’d hate to be tied to that for life.”
Sam groaned and walked out of the room.
“Dean!” you yelled at him and smacked him on the back of the head.
“I’m sorry, Sammy! I’m sorry… come back!”
You heard the bedroom door slam and glared at him. “You think that I’m doing okay? You think I don’t want to cry? I do! I want to fucking break down, but I’m not. Just be there for him, Dean. Keep your fucking remarks at bay.” You walked away to find Sam.
You knocked softly on the bedroom door. “Sammy? Can I come in?” He didn’t answer. You pressed your head on the door. “Sammy please…” You didn’t want to just barge in, you wanted him to have space if he needed it. You were about to turn away when you heard a smash in the room. “Sam!!??” You yelled, worried and tried the door. Locked.
Dean came running up the hall. “Sammy!? Come on Sammy open up.”
You closed your eyes and snapped your fingers. You found yourself in the room, Dean was pounding on the door. Sam stood in front of a broken mirror. “Sam?” You reached out, and touched his back. His head hung, hand bloody, he was beyond miserable about this whole situation. No matter what you said, it was eating him up.
“I just want to be alone for a bit. Please. I’ll open the door when I’m ready, I promise.”
“Alright Sam.” You whispered. “I love you.”
He nodded. “I love you too.”
Dean was starting to pick the lock when you appeared next to him. “Stop Dean..” He looked up at you. “Stay here okay. Right there. I’ll bring you pie and beer and anything else you want.. just.. stay outside this door for him. He’ll open it when he’s ready to talk.”
Crowley watched as you drained his demon’s meatsuit. When you let up, and stood, blood dripping down your chin, and covering your shirt, you just looked at the other demons in the room. “Who’s next?”
Crowley smiled again, and waved in the next person who had needed to speak with him. “How was it, Love? I didn’t know a vamp could tolerate demon blood.”
“Fucking amazing.” You watched the next guy step up. “It’s got a powerful kick plain old human blood doesn’t have.” He watched as you licked the blood off your swollen lips. “It’s like a vamp aphrodisiac.” You breathed out, wiping blood off your chin with your finger and sucking it clean seductively.
“Everyone, out.” Crowley growled, his eyes on you. When you turned to him, they were full of lust. “NOW!” He bellowed, and before they were even all gone, he had you in his lap on the throne.
Your mouth was on his, he wasn’t phased by the blood being smeared on him. He started pulling off your shirt first, licking his lips with a groan at the stain of blood going down your chest. His mouth went right for it, licking and sucking while you pushed off his suit jacket in desperation. “Too many fucking layers.” You growled and tore at his shirt, letting the tattered pieces fall to the floor.
“Agreed.” He stood you up, and frantically pushed at your jeans, before undoing his slacks to free himself and pulling you back into his lap. He lined himself up as you sank down on him and groaned. “Bloody hell, woman.”
You rode him, your forehead on his shoulder, your fingers on one hand digging into his shoulder, and the other gripping his hair. “Fuck…”
Crowley pulled your head back by your hair and licked up your neck, leaving a trail in the blood. You moaned as he did it again, then he started to bite, and nip at your skin.
Growling, you pulled his face off you by his hair. “Give it all you’ve got, Dove.” He encouraged you. Your face went into his neck and you bit him. He let out a hiss at first, then moaned as you sucked at the bleeding wound. You groaned, picking up the pace, riding him as hard and fast as you could.
“Crowley..” You moaned against his shoulder when you stopped sucking back his blood. After that, not a word was uttered as you both fucked with everything you had on his throne. And when one of you did say something, it was you, screaming as you came. “Crowley!!”
He growled and grunted before stilling, holding you tight against him as he came, filling you. “I knew I needed you by my side.” He told you softly. “I’m bloody glad you came, Love.”
“Me too, Crowley.” Your buried your face in his neck again, breathing him in. “Me too.”
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“Y/N!!!” You heard your eldest brother, Dean, yell.
You froze, trying to figure out what he could be calling you for as you made your way down the hall. The closer you got, the more you could hear.
You could hear Sam trying to calm Dean down, but could tell Sam was almost as pissed. What is going on..
“Y/N!! YOU GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME GOD!!!”
You froze in your tracks. You were shaking with fear. Dean had never sounded that mad before. Ever.
You thought back as you slowly made your way to them. What could it be.. I haven’t touched the car.. so that’s not it, this time.. I haven’t joined forces with Gabe on a prank lately either… so that can’t be it.
As you entered the room, you saw what it was. On Sam’s laptop, a video was playing. You, and Crowley. In the kings very own chambers of hell. How did they get it!? Crowley, you son of a bitch!
“Mind explaining this?” Dean snapped, his arms crossed.
You chewed on your lip slightly, feeling a lot more than just a couple years younger than Sam. “Can you just… stop playing that.” You moved to shut the laptop. Neither of them were actually watching it, thank God, and it was muted, but it was strange. Looking between your brothers, you sighed. “What’s there to explain?” If he was that angry, it really didn’t matter what you said to him.
“How about why you’re sleeping with Crowley?” Sam butted in.
Feeling something brush your arm, you looked to your side and were surprised to see Crowley. “I see that I have a traitor in my ranks. But, she’s sleeping with me, because isn’t that what ‘friends with benefits’, as humans call it, do?” You had to facepalm at that, not wanting to see Dean’s face. Crowley’s voice was slightly amused.
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