#crowleys-queen

[148km]

SINCE EVERYONE ELSE IS stuck in a room with me? :3

Oh, what the hell, let's open Purgatory!

[sharkmovietrashqueen]

Riot/Crowley headcanon

She didn't know what she'd been getting herself into at first.

There'd been an ad in the paper, and she's been looking for a job, and it didn't seem all that outrageous, just a simple job as an assistant to a business man.

Oh, who happened to be a demon.

Not that she'd known that at the time, when she was applying for the job.

She's still not sure what gave it away.

Maybe it was the hellhounds.

Or the constant in and out of his demonic crossroads underlings.

Whatever it was, Crowley might have been a demon, but he was a reasonable employer.

Until he started that damned blog.

And suddenly, Riot started getting questions about her legs in her email, from people she's never heard of.

She asked him about it, and his only reply was "Perks of the job, Friday."

Riot seriously contemplated putting salt in his coffee, next time, instead of sugar, just to see what would happen.

And then he smacked her on the ass, and when she turned to glare at him, he winked at her, and she cursed under her breath, because god damn, he'd been spending way too much time with Gabriel, if he thought that was proper workplace conduct.

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[sharkmovietrashqueen]

Crowstiel for Riot

Angels were supposed to hate demons.

Demons were supposed to hate angels.

That's how it was supposed to work, how it had worked, ever since the serpent tempted Eve, and Eve was like "Well, what could go wrong?" and God was like "GTFO MY GARDEN YOU HEATHENS".

So maybe what they had wasn't love.

Maybe what they had was hate, because they were both a little too broken, a little too twisted, a little too lost, for love, so hate was what they had to work with.

Crowley smirked at the writhing angel beneath him.  "What do you think your pet hunter would say if he could see you now, darling?" he mused, trailing a finger in the empty space he knew the angel's wings would be, if he could see them.

"Shut up, demon, before I make you." Castiel ordered, but the words were breathy and unsure.

"What's bets that he'd just look at you, all betrayed like?  Poor, poor Winchester, nothing but daddy issues and broken bits, how could you do something like this to him, playing with his delicate feelings like you did, angel?"

"Shut.  Up." Castiel ground out, and this time, there was power behind the words, and, suddenly, it wasn't Crowley on top anymore.

"He doesn't...he doesn't understand, I'm doing this for him...for us.  I...he needs-"

The angel's voice was desperate, and there's nothing a demon relishes more than desperation.

"Uh-uh, angel, darling." Crowley reprimanded in a low purr.  "No talking about the Winchester boys when we're in bed."

"I was merely-"

"'Merely' nothing.  Right here, right now...I own you, angel.  Vessel, and souls, and all.  Come on now, let's have a kiss, shall we?"

So maybe it wasn't love.

Maybe it was hate.

So maybe Crowley was a demon and Castiel was an angel and love could never be in their cards.

They sealed the deal with a kiss, all teeth and lust and hate.

[148km]

Once upon a time, there was a wonderful person named Avery who was pretty much a magical unicorn that spread glitter and rainbows wherever he did trot. Also, he was Benedict Cumberbatch, the angel in a trenchcoat who did not understand all the references. Avery was beloved by many. Also, something about /feelings/. The End.

[sharkmovietrashqueen]

Sassy for Riot

It was Crowley who'd noticed it first, and it was Crowley who'd been the first to say something.

(Sam's learned not to ask why Crowley keeps hanging around Bobby's house.  The hard way.  Likewise, he's learned not to turn down the Crossroad King's advice, when it's offered, because Crowley has something ridiculous, like, 500 years of life experience, behind that advice.)

"You do know you're in love with your brother's angel, right?"  Crowley raised an eyebrow at him, and Sam just gaped at him, because dear sweet Jesus- who may or may not be actually listening to any prayers that Sam sent his way- he hoped that he wasn't that obvious, because, as Crowley had already covered, Castiel was his brother's angel.

Dean had been taking care of Sam his entire life, and sacrificing so damn much for him, and it was about time he got something of his own.

Something like Cas.

Crowley snickered at the look on Sam's face.  "Oh, calm down, you moose.  It's only obvious if you're looking."

And why was Crowley looking, Sam wanted to ask, but the thought came too late, because now, Bobby had walked in the room, which made the subject kind of a closed one.

(LINE BREAK)

The second person to comment was...

Okay, it was Crowley again.

Sam was- he refused to describe it as 'moping', but it was what he was doing- sitting in the kitchen, watching Dean work on the Impala from the window, and watching Cas watch Dean.

"Have you thought of talking to the angel, at all?"

Crowley's voice startled him, and Sam found himself reaching for a gun that he didn't carry with him anymore.  (No need for guns, anymore, not really.  The apocalypse was over and done, the Big Bads all dead, and the Winchesters were getting a taste of that apple-pie life.  Or as close to an apple-pie life as people like them could come.)

"Wha- I- Talk?" Sam spluttered.

Crowley looked decidedly unimpressed- but, then again, when had he ever been impressed by Sam?

"Yeah, talk.  That thing people do when they're attempting to communicate." Crowley said dryly.  "Not that you Winchesters were ever that good at the whole 'communicating' bit."

He got a glare for that, and Sam got an eyeroll.

"Ooooh, scary.  King of Hell, darling, you may want to try a bit harder at that glare of yours."

Without waiting for a reply, he snagged a beer from the 'fridge, and sauntered out.

(LINE BREAK)

Eventually, after about a week of Crowley showing up every time Sam was trying to brood in peace, he decided that maybe he should talk to Cas.

Only to get off Crowley off his back.

Not because he wanted to talk to the angel or anything.

Nope.

He found Castiel- where else- with Dean, fixing up the Impala.

"Ah...Cas?" Sam said hesitantly.  "Could I have a moment?"

Dean glanced up at him.  "I'll give you two a minute."

Sam waited for Dean to disappear in between the stacks of junked cars, before turning to look at Cas.

"Uh, Cas, I-"

"Sam, there is-"

They both started talking at the same time, stopped, and stared at each other, Sam trying desperately to ignore how intense a blue Castiel's eyes were.

"You go first." Sam tells him.

Castiel stares at him for another long moment, before finally speaking.

"Recently, I have noticed you paying...attention to me.  More-so than usual.  And I wish-"

Sam interrupted.  "Cas, you don't understand, it's-"

"Do you love me, Sam?"

Sam was startled into silence, but only for a moment.

"It's not that easy, Cas.  It's-"

"Be quiet for a moment, Sam, let me talk."

After a pause, to make sure Sam wasn't going to talk over him again, Castiel continued.

"Dean informs me that humans tend to pay more attention to someone when they are attracted to them.  You have been oddly attuned to me, recently, and so, I wondered..."

Silence.  Staring.  It was awkward.

"Do you love me, Samuel Winchester?"

More staring.  More silence.  Seriously, this is amazingly awkward.

But, really, how was Sam expected to reply to that?

He opted for the cliche chick-flick option that Dean would be sure to mock him for.

Cas nearly stumbled when Sam practically threw himself at him, but all in all, it worked out when their lips met, and the fireworks went off, and the people cheering in the background...

Wait, no, that was Dean.

"AW YEAH, GET SOME, SAMMY!"

[sharkmovietrashqueen]

I hate that you're such a good writer you make me reblog blatant Wincest.

KINKY LEVIA!DEAN/SAM IS ENDGAME BRO

OTP MAN

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[148km]

Because you aren't an idiot about ships and you like things I like. :'3

omg imagine for a second that I were an asshole about shipping

omg

omg

I would be literally the most unpleasant person