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Prompt: Imagine Crowley sending you a hellhound for protection Song Recommendation: Trigger Warning: None Word Count: 1,331 Pairing: Crowley x Reader, Winchester!Friends x Reader A/N: I absolutely loved the prompt, but i hate the story. still love the ideas I had for it though! anyway, I've been dying to write lately, so here I am! finishing a story I started... months ago. hope you guys enjoyed :)

Raylee's POV:

"FERGUS RODERICK MACLEOD!" I shouted, storming through the large doors into the throne room, my heels clinking loudly.

"Yes, dear?" Crowley asked, waving off the demon in front of him, "what's the matter?" He jumped to his feet, rushing to me.

"What's the matter? What's the matter? Es stercus! How about the fact that I was in the middle of a hunt when all of a sudden a shifter tried to jump me but was mauled to death?!" I threw my arms in the air at his feigned surprise.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" His eyes raked my body, a hint of worry in his tone.

"I'm fine, asinus stultissimus. Are you going to tell me why a hellhound was following me?" I pinched the bridge of my nose, a headache starting to form.

"Quod sic, amica mea. I was worried, it sounded like it would be a rough hunt," he rested a hand on the small of my back and led me to his throne, sitting with me in his lap.

"I told you I could handle it." I glared,

"Just call it being extra careful," he brushed some hair behind my ear, expression softening.

"Since when have you been 'extra careful'?"

"Since you've become integral to the success of hell's doings," Crowley explains.

"Uh-huh," I pause, "tu softy. Potes meos suaviari clunes. I can take care of myself, I've been hunting far longer than you've been king. Call off the dog, please? Before you blow my cover or the wrong person gets hurt?" I give my best puppy eyes, but he shakes his head.

"No can do, darling. She stays." He tries to caress my cheek but I step away, crossing my arms. I glare at him for a moment before turning on my heel and walking away. He shouts, "where are you going?"

"Tu es valde molestus! Pedicabo ego vos! Bastardis!" I continued swearing until I was far from earshot, going as far to flip him the finger for added measure.

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Third POV:

"What the hell is that thing?!" Dean hollered, pointing his gun across the room at what looked to be a doll.

"Are you having a stroke? Do you smell toast?" Sam jested, looking between his brother and the doll questioningly, "I know you hate dolls, but c'mon... Don't shoot some kids doll, man."

"Not the doll, Sam, the thing beside the doll!" He snapped, gesturing towards the invisible being as if that would make it appear. Sam raised his gun slowly, still questioning what was going through his brothers head. Maybe he really was having a stroke...

"Hello boys," Raylee appeared behind the boys. They spun around quickly and let a few rounds off before realizing their mistake. Raylee reappeared in the same spot, turning to stare at the bullet holes in the wall, "nice to see you too!"

"Shit, Ray, we're sort of in the middle of something here," Sam lowered his gun and nodded towards Dean, who was back to staring at the doll.

"What, cosplaying? Who's he supposed to be, a nerd? Those are some huge glasses, Dean," She eyed the man who hadn't moved an inch, "wait, what's he looking at?"

"I have no idea, I think he's having a stroke-"

"Shut up! There's something there, you just can't see without the glasses!" Dean snapped, eyes darting between his brother, Raylee, and the thing only he saw.

"Oh shit, can you see her?" Raylee walked up beside the doll and pointed to her right, where Dean was still pointing his gun.

"'Her'?!"

"Ah! It's just Chewy, she won't hurt you. She's my protector." She smiled, any previous annoyance from the hellhound long passed after months of bonding.

Dean lowered his gun and took off the thick-framed glasses, handing them to Sam. He put them on and stumbled backward at the sight of the massive hound, who was now sitting and watching the Winchesters. Sam could almost swear the hound was watching them with contempt.

"Wanna pet 'er?" The hound- Chewy- looked at her owner and nudged her side, much like a puppy would for attention.

"Yes-"

"No-"

Dean looked at Sam as if he'd lost his mind, which he quite possibly may have. Sam shrugged and took a few steps forward, glancing between Chewy and Raylee for confirmation. He reached out and stoked the hound's head until she nudged his hand, urging him to scratch behind her ear.

"This is one of the strangest things I've ever done, and I've done a lot of strange things in my life," Sam joked, shoulders dropping as he relaxed, "why do you even have a hellhound?"

"Uh, sort of a long story," Raylee brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear, eyes darting over to Dean who was still in a defensive position, "yeah, okay. So, I'm more or less engaged to Crowley and he insisted on having Chewy follow me, "for protection" he said. Quid stultus."

Sam yanked his hand back, taking a long stride backward, "you what!?"

"Son of a bitch is a softy?! Here I thought he was just a coldhearted jackass," Dean quipped humorlessly, arms crossed and frustration evident in his stance.

"Heartless? No. Soulless? More than likely," She tried to lighten the air with a joke, but failed miserably, "okay, get it out. Yell, scream, curse, whatever." The boys stared at her a moment longer, then gave each other a look.

"Are you demon?" Sams arms were crossed, while Deans hands were shoved in his pockets. Neither men would look at her, betrayal written across their faces.

She took a deep breath then yelled, "Tu gravis? Tu gravis?! Quis, putas, ego sum?! I'm not a demon, you jackass! I'm just... not fully human. I don't know, somewhere in between!"

"Did she just call us 'putas'? Isn't that spanish or something?" Dean grumbled,

"Yes and no, it carries across languages-"

"Guys!" She interrupted their side conversation, "back to the point!"

"Right, right- So, how long have you two... Ya know..." Dean made a noise, almost like a click.

"What, been together? Quomodo dicitis... A century." Her accent, previously American, changed to an English accent.

"So, when all the fighting was happening- Dick, heaven, hell, everything, you were on his side? But still hanging around us? Were you... Were you his spy? Fuck, fuck! You're his spy! That's why he was always one step ahead of us!"

In a flash, Dean had Raylee pressed against a wall with his arm pressing against her throat. She held her hands out to her side, signaling for both Sam and Chewy to stay put.

"No, Dean, no! Non sum proditorem! I am your friend, I would never betray your trust. Through all the fighting, I stayed neutral. I never told Crowley anything, that is why I never told you guys about him- about us. I knew you would react like this-"

"I think I have earned the right to be angry!" He glanced back at Sam, his arm loosening slightly when he saw his brother was sitting on a dust covered chair, "Sam?"

"Yeah, I'm listening."

"Why are you not angry?!"

"I'm- I'm furious, Dean, but if she's telling the truth, then..."

"Then what, Sam? Then we should let her off the hook?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying-"

"I appreciate the sentiment and all, but I'd appreciate it more if I could be on my own two feet, Dean."

He took a few steps back, glancing over to where Chewy had been earlier, all of a sudden remembering her presence. They stood in silence for a while, the air thick was unspoken anger.

"I think it's best you go," Sam sighed, finally looking up at Raylee, "Just until we can figure this out."

"I... Si quid est quod te volo. You have my number, I'm always just a call away."

She took one last look at her friends before blinking herself away, her and Crowley’s bedroom in Hell appearing before her.

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Latin Translations (in order): "you shit!" "dumbass." "of course, my love." "You softy. You can kiss my ass." "You're very annoying! Fuck you! Bastard!" "Are you serious? What do you think I am?" "How do you say... centuries?" "I am not a traitor!"

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Imagine Crowley Taking You Hostage

Imagine Crowley Taking You Hostage

Writer:Briana Newcomb- breezyfoot

(CrowleyxCastielxDeanxSamxReader)

What the hell happened? the last thing you remember was sitting around the TV at the motel with Sam and Dean. Now, your eyes slowly adjusted to the light and you were sitting in a metal chair in what seemed like a disgusting, dirty lab. Your head was throbbing, as if someone hit you in the head with a brick or a shovel. You tried to stand up but you had been chained to a chair. 

"What the hell?" You jerked your arms up and you were chained tight. 

"You know (Y/N), I told you three to stop trying to find me." You recognized that voice immediately. 

"Crowley." 

"Ding, ding! Show her what’s she’s won boys!" He appeared right in front of you, catching you off guard. "Now, I’m growing bored of keeping clear of you three. So I decided to take you out."

You laugh. 

"What about the orders you were given? Did Daddy dearest make you pissy?" Crowley struck you, making your lip bust open. 

"I’M DONE TAKING ORDERS!" He screamed in your face. You would never admit, or dare let Crowley see through your poker face- you were scared of him. But how could you not be? He was the King of Hell. And being chained down, you were completely defenseless. 

"You’re more of an idiot than I thought Crowley. Disobeying direct orders?" You scoff and turn your head. Even though you were frightened of Crowley, you weren’t fearing for your life. It was only a matter of time before Sam and Dean realize you’re gone and show up to kick Crowley’s ass. But time seemed to drag on. 

"I know what you’re thinking, (Y/N). Where are your knights in shiny armor?" You scoff and he retreats to a small table, picking up an object. When he turns around, your eyes widen with fear. He tosses a small scalpel between his hands and grins wickedly. 

"Crowley…you don’t want to do that…"

"Oh, but I do! I have specific orders not to touch the moose and his arrogant brother. But you? You’re fair game darling. And well, let’s face it. There’s no reason for you to live."

You try to break out of the chains, but they wouldn’t budge. Crowley placed the cold instrument against your cheek and sliced it open. You scream out in pain, clawing at the armrest of the chair. He grinned and repeated the process across your other cheek, your forehead, your arms, and your legs. 

What seemed like hours passed and you sat in the chair, drained and weak. You kept your head low but glanced up when you saw shoes in front of you. Crowley was standing, staring down at you smiling- the smug bastard. 

He now had a larger knife in his hand and began tracing it around your open wounds, making you shudder and wince. 

"Just…do it…already…you fuck." You weakly speak as blood falls from your mouth. 

"Sh, sh, sh. Save your energy sweetheart." He leaned over to whisper in your ear. "I’m not done with you yet."

You closed your eyes, tears finally falling down your cheeks. Crowley circled around you. like a shark going in for the kill. You close your eyes tighter and said a silent prayer while Crowley closed in on you. 

'Someone…please…help…me…' 

"You’re going to regret this Crowley." You speak, a faint whisper. 

"And why is that? Do you think I care?" He laughs and slides the knife across your shoulder, making the cut deep. You scream, your voice cracking as you cried out in pain. "Do you think you matter to anyone? All you do is get in the way. And quite frankly, you’re annoying. A nuisance. A bitch." As he spoke the last word, he shoved the knife into your leg. Once more, you scream out in pain. 

You drop your head and glance at the floor, seeing all of the blood. You began to feel weak, sleepy, and you knew you were going to die. And no one was there to help you. Sam and Dean were going to let you die. Where the hell were they?

"DO YOU THINK I’M SCARED OF THE WINCHESTERS (Y/N)?!" He stood behind you and held the knife to your neck. You braced yourself for death, you were ready. 

"You should be." A voice broke your thoughts and your head perked up. You couldn’t turn your head around but you heard everything. 

You saw bright lights and you squeezed your eyes shut. You heard shuffling around and you opened your eyes to see bright, blue ones staring back at you. 

"Cas…." You weakly spoke. "I’m sorry…" Everything went black, but just as fast there was a bright light. 

You jump up, coughing. You look around you and you were back at the motel. You look at your arms and anywhere visible, not seeing any cuts. You hear a noise, like wings flapping and you smile. You turn around to be greeted by your knight in shining armor. 

"Cas.. you heard me?" You move closer to him and he tilts his head to the side a little. 

"Yes. Of course I heard you (Y/N)." 

"And you healed me with your uh.. angel mojo?"  You smirk and sit on the bed. 

"Yes. With my..angel..mojo." He sits next to you on the bed. "Dean and Sam spent all night looking for you. They were three states over when I told them what happened. They should be here soon." 

"Cas.." You take his hand, tears filling your eyes. "You saved my life. I can’t ever thank you enough for this." You squeeze his hand and he returns it. 

"You’re welcome (Y/N)." He brings your hand up to his mouth and places a gentle kiss there. You couldn’t help but smile. 

"Cas..I-"

Before you could finish your sentence, the motel door busts open, revealing a worried Dean. 

"(Y/N)? Oh my god, you’re okay!" Dean ran over to you, picking you up in his arms. The embrace felt wonderful after the night you were put through. You couldn’t help but let the tears fall. Sam came in right after Dean and let you two have a moment before joining in on the hug. You soon felt a third body against your back and another pair or arms around you. 

All three of them were hugging you. By this point, you were blubbering like a baby. Before it got too sappy for the guys, you pulled away. Dean and Sam had been crying too, and even Cas had a few tears on his cheeks. 

"Guys stop it! I’m going to cry even more." You laugh a little, wiping your eyes. 

"We thought we were too late, (Y/N)." Sam spoke, sitting down on the bed to calm himself down a little. 

"Well, what happened?" Your curiosity was kicking in. 

"All I remember was watching TV with you, then waking up to find you gone." Dean said sitting next to Cas and yourself. 

"Yeah, we thought you were in the bathroom, but we smelled sulfur. So we just left, not quite sure where to look." 

"Then a couple hours later, Cas just pops up in Baby and tells us what happened." Dean came up to you and cupped your face in his hands. "We thought we lost you. I was scared because..well…"

You raised your eyebrows at Dean. “What..?” He was silent for a moment then shook his head. 

"Nothing.. I’m just glad Cas was there." He moved over to Cas to hug him. Cas just stood there with his arms at his sides. You chuckle and lean against the wall. 

"Yeah, me too. Who knew my knight in shining armor would be an angel in a trench coat?" 

[supernaturalxreader]

"Darling, it isn't a hard decision. A king always needs his queen." Crowley spoke, smirking mischievously at you.

"That isn't always true, Crowley. (Y/N), please come with me to heaven, you are a true leader. I need you with me." Castiel said, with a hopeful look in his eyes.

To run Heaven or Hell? What will it be.

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Seriously, what will it be? Heaven or Hell??