Pairing : Crowley x Lori (OC) Crowley x Daughter!Reader.
Word count : 2.579
Warnings : There is talk of suicide, torture and abuse.
A/N : This addition piece to SLD was written solely to make up for missing information in the chapters, that I discovered had some how gotten deleted before the move. It is not NEEDED to enjoy the full series, but recommended.
Special thanks to the people who helped by giving me ideas when I was writing this piece.
This is an additional piece to SLD.
“So, Dad. Who’s going to be helping me train?”
“In here, Love.” Crowley lead you into the training room. Waiting in the middle of the open space, stood an attractive woman. Dark hair, fair skin and bright red lipstick.
“Who knew you had a type.” You mumbled jokingly at how she smiled at him, and he let his eyes linger.
Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, Crowley gave you a light push forward. “This is Lori, Darling. She does many things for me, and-”
“I bet she does.” You mumbled with a smirk, cutting him off, as you moved forward, earning a growl from him. “Lovely to meet you, Lori.” You smiled as you stopped in front of her.
“She’ll be training you.” He grumbled through clenched teeth, none too impressed with your antics.
“I have a lot to teach you.”
“Mhmm…” You giggled, looking over at Crowley who glared.
The smile plastered to her face was only slightly awkward. “Did I miss something?” She glanced between the two.
“Oh, just having fun at my old man’s expense, since I didn’t get to growing up.” You smiled and nudged Crowley with an elbow. “Lori, was it? Or should I call you M-”
“Don’t you bloody dare.” Crowley growled. “You might be a woman grown, but I am still your father and king of hell, and until you learn to use your power, I can still ground you. Get to bloody work.” He turned and stormed off.
“Love you too Daddy!” You called with with a laugh, and other demons in the room turned towards Crowley as he slammed the door shut behind him. You sighed happily before turning again. “So, now that that fun is over..” You held out a hand to her. “I’m Y/N.”
She took your hand, and yanked you against her. “Lesson one. Don’t let your guard down.” She placed a hand on your breast, and used her power to send you flying backwards on your ass.
“Jesus Christ.” You groaned, rubbing the sore spot on your chest. You looked up at her as she came over and held out a hand to help you up. You knocked her hand away. “I think I learned my lesson.” She smiled and gave you a nod as you got up off the floor. “I can see why my dad likes you.” You mumbled, and her smile got bigger.
You had your hands on your knees, panting as sweat dripped down off your forehead and onto the floor. “When do you feel the most powerful?” She asked. You couldn’t seem to simply tap into your power.
“When she’s emotional.” You glanced up and Crowley was sitting on a bench. He hadn’t been there moments before.
“So.. Anger?”
“Scared.” He answered, his eyes on you. Given your past, that would be your biggest trigger, and would cause your power to come out in full force.
“Fear.” Lori turned back to you. “I can work with fear.”
“Fuck you.” You ground out. If looks could kill, she’d have died again ten times over.
She laughed, but Crowley spoke. “I wouldn’t unless you wish to cease existing. She is powerful. Work around it.”
“But, Sir-”
“Work around it.” He told her angrily, shooting her a glare. “If you make her fear you, you will deal with me. She’s been through enough.” That last sentence was mumbled, but you heard him. You knew she did too.
She gave him a nod. “Very well. We will find another way around the block.”
“How is she coming along?”
“Do you really want to talk about that right now, Crowley?”
He barely glanced up at her. “I bloody asked, didn’t I?”
Sighing, her face took on a frustrated look for a moment before she schooled it. “We managed to tap into her powers-”
“And?”
She shrugged. “She’s powerful. Unreliable, at the moment. But powerful.”
His lips turned up in a smile. “How powerful?”
“You know, it’s kind of killing the mood here, Crowley. I’m standing here half naked, and you’re talking to me about your daughter.”
He finally took a good look at her. She had shed the robe she had been wearing, and now stood in a lace teddy. “Sorry, Love.” His smile widened and he motioned for her to move closer. His hands sliding up her thighs as she moved into his lap. “Just worried about her, is all. You now have my full attention. Scouts honor.”
She laughed. “Like you were ever a scout, Crowley.”
“But I do have honor.” He smiled before his lips met hers.
She moaned into it. “You are a man of your word.”
“You do hair?” You turned to glance back at her.
“I do many things.” She turned your head back to the mirror, and went back to your hair. She had been slowly earning your trust for over a week now.
“Hey, does he talk to you?”
“Your father?” You nodded. “At times.”
“Do you know why he has me dressing like royalty for a dinner?”
“Sorry, sweetie. Your father doesn’t always tell me his various plots and schemes.”
“Oh god, he’s up to something devious?” You winced.
She chuckled and glanced into the mirror meeting your eyes as she placed a pin. “He’s always up to something devious.”
“Princess?” Lori slowly opened the door and glanced in. “You’re father asked me to check in on you while he was occupied.” Hearing your sniffle, she moved into the room and closed the door behind her. “What happened?”
“I hurt him.”
“Who? Not your father, I saw him not long ago. He looked concerned but alright, though he didn’t say-”
“Sam..” You mumbled under your breath. “I hurt Sam.”
“Oh, Princess.” She moved closer as you started crying all over again, shoulders shaking. She gently rubbed your back as she sat perched on the edge of the bed. “Come now. I have something that might help talk your mind off all this.”
“Concentrate.” Lori reminded you. “Picture it in your head. Don’t doubt the image, your mind will know, as will the power. What do you see?”
Lori had been working on this with you for two days now. “You.”
Lori nodded, thought you couldn’t see it with your eyes closed. “Where?”
“Dad’s office.”
“Good. Go!” And Lori was gone.
Taking a deep breath, you held onto that image. “Don’t doubt it.” You told yourself. “Focus.” With one last deep breath, you snapped your fingers. Opening your eyes, you were in a small dark space. “Lori!” You called out, turning around and fumbling trying to find some out.
A door opened, and Lori chuckled. “Close.” As the light spilled in, you realized you were in a closet that was unused and unneeded. “You’re getting better.” She pointed out as you stepped out and sighed, leaning against the desk. “You are. You’re in the same room as me this time. Try again. Picture Franky this time. You have a connection with her, it might help.”
“I don’t know where she is!” You started to get anxious.
“Relax. It doesn’t matter. Concentrate on her. Her scent, how her fur feels. The connection you have with her. Focus, and hold on.” She watched you stand and take a deep breath. “Ready?” You nodded. “Go!”
Without thinking further, you raised your hand and snapped. Peeking your eye open, you glanced around. You barely got a good look when you were knocked on your ass, and Franky was licking your face.
Laughing, you wrapped your arms around her. “I did it!” You grinned. “I actually did it!”
“Good job, Princess.” You tilted your head back to see Lori standing nearby. “Now, let’s see if we can play a game.”
Crowley glanced up from his desk as Lori appeared before him. “What-” She held up a finger to her lips and shushed him.
“Gotchya!” You yelled, appearing behind her. “Tag, you’re it.” You laughed before snapping away.
“Darling?” He raised his eyebrows at Lori.
“Teleportation lessons. Not always reliable, but she’s learning. So we made it into a game. Shall I be joining you after dinner tonight, My King?” He gave her a nod. “Perfect.” She purred, leaning over his desk and biting his bottom lip.
He grinned, watching as she snapped away. Just moments later, a closet door slowly opened and you peaked out. “Hey, pst, dad.” He glanced over. “I’m getting good at this, huh?”
“Not good enough.” Came Lori’s voice from behind you in the closet, making you jump and squeal.
You quickly snapped away, and so did Lori. Crowley just shook his head with a smile.
“You’re really going to let her marry him?”
“What bloody choice do I have?” Crowley was obviously upset.
“You’re the king.” She pointed out. “Tell her no!”
“And what? Lock her in a bloody cage like they did to Lucifer? Probably the only bloody thing in heaven, hell or earth that will hold her.” He grumbled as he moved around his office.
“But you’re helping him..”
“She loves him.”
“So?”
“She’s been through so much already. And it’s my fault.”
“It’s-”
“It is. I bloody left her there. I should have kept a better eye on her. If anyone can keep her safe, it’s those bloody Winchesters. As much as I loath to admit it. Even I can’t seem to be bloody rid of them.” He slumped into his chair.
“Crowley-”
“Leave it.” He growled at her. “It’s happening.”
“Yes, Sir.” There was disdain in her voice.
“Drop the attitude.” He shot at her. “I don’t understand why you bloody care who she marries anyways.” He pulled a bottle and glass out of his bottom drawer, filled the glass, and drank it all down in one go.
“Because you get like this.” She glared at him. If he had bothered to look up, he might have seen the lies as she told them.
“Why?” He growled. Crowley had left her in a private room after the ‘interrogation’ with Dean. Dean had been right, he had needed to cool off or risk scaring you again. He hadn’t gotten much out of her, and only gotten more and more livid as she refused to give him a proper answer. She just said how mad she was about him having a child with a human. But why? “A real bloody answer this time.” They were standing in the hall outside the room she would be put in for the time being. He wasn’t sure what would be accomplished by the move, but Alistair knew best.
She spit out blood that had pooled in her mouth, getting him just under his right eye. “Fuck you.” Her head settled back against the rack she had been placed on, a smug smile on her face.
After calmly wiping his face, his eyes met hers and they were red. Grabbing her by the face, he dug his fingers into her cheeks. “I let you in my bed.” He growled. “I treated you above all others, and this is how you repay me? I demand to know w-”
“You loved her.” She snarled. “I did everything for you, but you loved her.”
“She’s my daughter!” He screamed in her face. “You tortured her for years!”
She laughed. “I tortured her mother first.” She grinned. “I thought it was her, you know. I thought you loved her. So I made her suffer and then I killed her. And that fucking Winchester banished me back here.” She scoffed. “That's when you finally saw me. I finally had your fucking attention. Or so I thought. Because you kept fucking going back. So I took it out on her.”
Crowley shoved her head back, banging it onto the rack and started to walk away. He felt sick. Normally, he would reward such behavior, being a demon and all, but this was his daughter.
“I wanted you to watch her suffer!” She yelled at his back. “I wanted you to watch her fucking bleed and die. A slow agonizing death like I gave her mother.” Crowley stopped at that. “I wanted her to do it herself. I wanted you to fucking watch how she couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted you to feel broken and useless, and watch as your precious fucking daughter ended her own goddamn miserable life, all because she had you for a father!”
Crowley was shaking with anger. “I gave you everything you wanted.”
“No, Crowley. I gave you everything you wanted.” He turned at that, confused. “Do you think they really wanted you for a king? They didn’t even want you in charge of the crossroads! I got you there, you MORON! I made promises, and deals! I pushed you up that fucking ladder from a lowly nobody playing with the hounds. You were just too fucking stupid to see it! I LOVED YOU! I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING AND YOU FUCKING IGNORED ME FOR A GODDAMN HUMAN!” Lori was practically foaming at the mouth as she screamed at him.
“Who did you make deals with?”
She laughed, a sickening sound as her head went back. “Everyone. You’re too stupid to see that the people closest to you are just taking what they want, and letting you think it’s you’re fucking idea.” Her body shook with laughter. “You sit there, on your throne, and you call them morons while they play you.”
“Who?” He growled, moving closer.
As she opened her mouth, a needle was plunged into her neck and the fire faded from her eyes, her head slumping down to her chest.
“What the bloody hell-” He turned to Alistair, eyes burning with fury.
“I need to move her in, as you instructed. Don’t worry, Sir. I’ll get answers.”
Crowley eyed him suspiciously. Alistair was his right hand, head of torture, taught Crowley everything he knew on the subject as he moved up in the ranks. Was he one? Was Alistair just using him? He watched as the rack was moved into the room it had been waiting outside. “Bloody hell.” He growled, and started towards his office. “You better bloody summon me when she wakes up. I will be sitting in.”
Cracking her eyes open, she glanced around and sighed when she saw the man currently across from her. “Room with a view, remind me to tip the bellboy nicely.” She quipped sarcastically.
“I know you.” He squinted his one good eye at her. “I don’t recognize the face but.. I know you..”
“I killed your wife.” She snarled at him.
His eye went wide. “You- You're the reason I’m here!?” He pulled on the restraints, anger taking over and dulling the pain he was obviously in.
She laughed. “You had it in you all along, sailor. I just amped up the volume.” She started looking around the room again. “Don’t worry, though. You won’t be in here forever.”
“I’ve been in here for centuries!” He yelled.
“No. Only feels like it. Maybe it’ll feel like a few more.”
“I’m never getting out of here, they said-”
“The king is a fucking moron, okay.” She turned her eyes back to him. “And I have people inside, and out. Trust me, you’ll get your revenge. On him, and that bitch of a daughter you raised for him.”
He settled down and smiled. “You can get me to her?”
“Only if you promise to finish the fucking job this time.”
He grinned, broken and bloody teeth showing. “Oh, I’ll finish it.”
Pairing: SamxReader, DeanxSoulmate!reader, CrowleyxDaughter!reader
Word count: 5,777
Co-authored with : @reigningqueenofwords
Warnings: Swearing, blood
Original post date : April 28th, 2016.
Chapter 15 of ‘She’s Leaving, Dean’.
You sat there for as long as you dared, but you needed to compose yourself before your dad saw you. Taking a deep breath, you wiped your cheeks and snapped yourself back to the seamstress. She had finished your dress design, and you gave her your approval.
It didn’t take you long to finish up with her before it was lunch time. You weren’t even that hungry. Sam was expecting you at the bunker, but he wasn’t there, and he wasn’t in hell with you. Shaking your head, you zapped yourself to the woods in some random state. You just wanted to be able to think clearly.
You were sitting under a tree looking up through the branches when Crowley appeared before you. “What are you doing way out here love? We’ve been in the dining room waiting for you.”
“I just needed space to think, dad.”
He looked down at you. “Is everything alright, Love?” You shook your head. “Want to talk about it?” You shook your head again. Crowley sighed. “Do you want me to clear my calendar, stay out here with you?”
You gave him a sad chuckle. “No, we both know that you’re not exactly the nature type.”
“You’re right, I’m not.” He sat next to you. “But, you’re worth it.” You leaned your head on his shoulder. Your mood was getting worse and worse, and you knew exactly why. “You know you can tell me anything, right, Love?” His voice was soft, and caring.
“Thanks.” You whispered.
You both sat quietly for a while. He just watched you the whole time. Not even caring that he had left Sam sitting in the dining room almost 20 minutes ago. “How about you head home, take a nice hot bath and then a nap? You can’t sit out here forever, Love. Sam’s worried about you.”
You nodded. “Yeah, I guess your right. “
He snapped himself to the dining room, and you to your room. Sam jumped up, worried. Crowley held up his hand. “She’s alright. I found her in the woods.” He told him.
“The…woods?”
“Yes. Something’s bothering her, but she’s refusing to talk about it. She’s off taking a hot bath and hopefully getting another nap in.”
You went straight to your bathroom, stripping out of your clothes. You caught your reflection in the mirror. You looked like hell. Grabbing the closest thing to you, you threw it at the mirror. Shards were everywhere, but you honestly didn’t care. Turning on the water, you stepped in.
Once the water reached the top of the tub, you turned it off. You didn’t care that it over flowed to the floor every time you moved. You just laid there staring up at the ceiling, tears burning your eyes.
Dean made his way down to the kitchen, the blood on his hand started to coagulate. Not that he cared. He grabbed a beer and sighed.
Sam walked into your bathroom and stopped in his tracks. “Babe?” You glanced at him and he saw how red your eyes were.
Licking your lips, you sighed. “I saw Dean.”
“How? He left the bunker right after you. Hex bag and all.”
“I felt him in distress.” You said, eyes moving back to the ceiling. “I found him in our empty room. He wouldn’t even look at me, or speak to me. I tried to get him to talk to me…but he wouldn’t. He’s my best friend, and it’s like I don’t exist anymore.”
“He must have got there after I left…”
You turned to him. “What do you mean after you left?”
“He left not long after you, wouldn’t talk to me, nothing. Just left. I tried to call him and he refused to pick up. Your dad couldn’t find him, Cas wouldn’t tell me where he was…”
You sat up “So… Dean didn’t ask you to leave?”
Sam looked at you confused “No. I left him a message saying if he wanted space that bad we would leave. I was going to talk to you about it.”
You cut him off getting out of the tub so fast, you slipped on the wet tiles. He reached out to catch you. You grabbed a towel and rushed past him grabbing clothes. He watched you go and noticed you were getting angry.
“I YELLED at him Sam. I saw our empty room and I got mad. Why didn’t he tell me it was you and not him?! And why would you do that without talking to me? The bunker is my home, Sam. Dean is my family. He’s falling apart and he’s there alone.” Sam gave you a confused look. “I can feel it!” you shouted at him. “I need to find him. I need to say sorry..”
Sam was confused. “What do you mean you can feel it?” He asked.
You shrugged, pulling on your jeans. “I don’t know! All I know, is I can tell he’s in a bad place right now. It’s my fault. I’ll be back for dinner.” You pulled on your shirt and kissed him gently. “We’ll discuss this later, so I highly suggest you figure out what the hell you plan to say.”
Snapping your fingers, you left Sam standing in your room. Looking around the kitchen, you spotted small drops of blood. You followed them to Dean, sitting on the floor. You knelt next to him and hugged him tight, crying. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Your voice was soft. “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t the one who had us leave?”
“Because you’d be mad at him” his voice was so low you could barely hear him. “And all I want in this world is for my brother to be happy.” You could tell he wasn’t telling you everything. You could feel it, but you knew better then to push if he didn’t want to talk about something.
“So what if I get mad at him Dean? He did something stupid, he deserves it. And it won’t be the last time I’m sure.” You shifted so you were sitting. “Dean, please. What is going on? Sam says you took off with a hex bag. Can you at least tell me why you did that?”
Dean shook his head. “I’d rather not.” His eyes were staring at his hand.
You leaned on his shoulder. “It’s not your job to protect your brother from his fiancee getting mad at him. Getting into stupid disagreements and arguing happens, especially in marriage.” You felt him stiffen slightly. “Please, don’t shut me out, Dean. You mean a lot to me.”
He nodded and he leaned his head on yours. “I’m sorry.” he whispered. “I don’t know what’s going on with me.” He hated lying to you, but he had to. He’d have to force himself to act as he always had around you. It was hard. Where he saw a deep friendship before, he was starting to see more.
The pit in his stomach was gone now. Which told him you bought it and were calming down.
Shifting, you playfully punched his arm. “Stop having such chick flick moments!” You teased. You stood up and held out your hand to him. “Come on, let me clean up that hand.” You gave him a soft smile.
Sam moved through hell, which was getting too easy, to find Crowley. He finally found him in his office. “Well, I’d like it to be known, that if she kills me tonight, I’d like to leave all my weapons to her.”
Crowley stared at him a moment. “Oh, I doubt she’d kill you. Maim you, maybe. Not kill.” Sam chuckled and sat in the chair across from Crowley’s desk. “She found out it was you who emptied her home did she?” Sam nodded. “I warned you. I suggest you get your hound seeing glasses on, Moose. You’re in the dog house tonight.”
Shaking his head, he sighed. “Not even married and I have her father joking with me like that.” His head fell back as he rubbed his face.
“Why do you think there’s no current Queen?” Crowley pointed out.
Dean got up, not taking your hand. It hurt, but you didn’t let it show. “I’ll meet you in your room.” You told him, making your way to the bathroom to get the first aid kit.
“Okay.” He said quietly, not arguing.
Once you had the first aid kit, you went into his room, sitting next to him. “Do you want us to give you space?”
He sighed. “I want you guys to do you. I want you happy. If you’re happy, then I’m happy.” he gave you a soft smile. You were about to tell him that didn’t answer your question when he spoke again. “I don’t want you forced out of here, if that’s what your asking. It killed me seeing your empty room. I wanted a bit of space, but not like this.”
You smiled at him and raised your hand to snap. “There. Moved back in.” He chuckled. “Something is wrong, Dean. I can feel it. I’m not going to force you to talk about it, but it hurts that you won’t talk to me. We’ve always told each other everything. Promise me that when you’re ready, you’ll talk to me?” Your eyes locked with his and he swallowed, giving a small nod.
Moving your attention to his hand again, you sighed. “…I may have broken a mirror in hell, as well…” You told him, trying to lighten the mood.
Dean stared at you, half amused. “Seriously?” He asked.
You chuckled, nodding. “After I left, I kinda broke down. I could feel you hurting, which made me hurt worse. I ended up in the woods somewhere. Dad came and got me. Told me I should take a hot bath.” You told him as you pulled out tiny pieces of mirror. “Well, I got back to hell, and after I got undressed for my bath, I saw my reflection. I grabbed the first thing I saw…and I threw it as hard as I could. It was a wall sized one, so you can imagine the mess.”
He watched you. You were so alike in many ways. It’s what made you such great friends.
“I kind of then over flowed my bath, and when Sam told me it was him and not you that basically kicked me out of my home.. well.. I slipped and almost fell into all that glass… Today could have ended a lot worse if he hadn’t of caught me.” you smiled.
“Well, I’m glad he was there, then.” He told you as you finished bandaging his hand. “Thanks.”
You put everything away. “I’ll give you that space, Dean. We’ll stay in hell tonight. Or…I will. Let’s see what your brother has to say for himself.” Getting up, you kissed his cheek. “No more punching things. I don’t need to be popping up here to patch your sorry ass up.” You teased.
He smiled. “No promises.”
“I have my phone, just because I’m in hell doesn’t mean I’m unreachable, okay? if you need anything, drop a dime.” You said that last part in your ‘Dean’ voice and he laughed before nodding. You snapped yourself back to your room.
You groaned when you saw that Sam was gone. Focusing on him, you were surprised to get to your dad’s office, and to see them laughing together. “I can see someone’s in a good mood.” You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest.
Sam looked over to you and frowned when he saw the blood on your pants. It wasn’t a lot, as most of the blood on Dean wasn’t that wet…but some had rubbed off. “Everything okay?”
Taking a deep breath, you shook your head. “I just had to first, get my best friend to talk to me, okay? Then, I have to pull SHARDS of mirror our of his knuckles. After that, I had to clean up his hand, because your fucking brother doesn’t know the meaning of a towel when bleeding. Finally, I had to bandage it.” You yelled at Sam. Crowley just sat back, wide eyed. “All because you couldn’t fucking TALK to me before making him feel fucking abandoned. He wanted space, yeah, but it killed him to see our room empty. Our things are back in the bunker. I highly suggest that you go fucking make it up to him because I refuse to feel him have all those negative emotions, and I refuse to see that look on his face again, Samuel.”
He blinked, surprised at how angry you were. “Uhhh….I’m sorry.” He sighed.
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Go see your brother.” You snapped your fingers, landing Sam in Dean’s room, on the floor. Turning to your dad, you raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”
“Two things, Love. 1, I told him he’d regret not talking to you before doing that. 2, I’ve never been more proud of you. My daughter, striking fear in the Winchesters.”
“Shut up, dad” you tried not to smile. “Didn’t stop you from joking around with him, did it?”
Crowley shrugged. “Calm before the storm, Love.”
Dean jumped when Sam landed on his floor with a thud. “I’m taking it that she’s not happy with you?”
Sam sighed. “That was the angriest that I have ever seen her. She screamed at me, in front of Crowley, in his office.”
“So, you’re in the dog house, huh?” He handed Sam one of the beers from the case he had next to his bed.
Sam nodded as he got up and opened the beer. “Crowley told me I should put on my hound seeing glasses.” Dean laughed. “She said that I need to find a way to make this up to you. Along with many other colorful words. Unless you wanna hear her chewing me out, I’m not repeating that.”
Dean’s eyebrows went up. “That bad?”
“Oh yeah.” He chuckled, leaning against the dresser. “Didn’t really give me a chance to speak, either. She screamed at me, and then told me to come see you. Here I am.” He took a swig of his beer. “She called me ‘Samuel’.”
“Oh shit” Dean chuckled.
“Yeah…” Sam was staring down at his beer. He wanted to ask his brother about what the hell happened today, but he was enjoying just talking to him. “She’s definitely the kind of woman we Winchesters need in our lives.” he laughed. “For a second, I almost felt like I was being yelled at by Ellen again.”
Dean was shocked to hear that. They’d never met anyone quite like Ellen. “At least she didn’t use her powers on you.” He pointed out. “Ugh. I have to mop the kitchen floor. And the hall…”
Sam raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
All Dean did was hold up his bandaged hand. “I dripped.”
The two brothers walked out of the room, but Dean didn’t see any blood. Confused, he checked the bathroom. There was a new mirror in place. “I guess she thought of everything.” Sam noted.
“Yeah, I guess she did.” Dean smiled softly to himself. “I’m starving. I still haven’t eaten yet. Wanna go out and grab some grub?”
“Sure.” they headed out, putting their half drank beers on a table as they went.
Most of the down feelings from Dean had disappeared, thankfully. You were currently laying on the floor of your father’s office playing on your phone while he held a meeting. You were behind his chair, so you weren’t really a distraction. Hell, you were barely paying attention. You jumped when you happened to glance over and see him staring at you. “What?”
“I asked if that was alright with you.” He smirked.
“It would be helpful if I knew what you were talking about…”
He chuckled. “Mind playing Queen for a few hours?”
Your eyes got wide. “Are you insane? You honestly trust me with something like that? You saw how I flipped out on Sam.”
“Exactly.”
“Why can’t you play King?” You countered, sitting up. You could just barely see over the desk to see a few confused demons.
He sighed. “I have some…duties that I need to attend to, and I’d much prefer to take my time, and have time to calm down after.” You nodded, having an idea of what he was talking about. “So, what’ll it be?”
You chewed on your lip. “Think you can con the boys into joining me…?”
He sighed and motioned for the demons to wait outside before he snapped to see what they were up to.
They were in the car on the way back to the bunker when Crowley appeared. “Can you give us some warning?” Dean snapped, making Crowley roll his eyes.
“So, how would you two fine gentleman like helping my dear daughter play Queen for a few hours?”
Sam looked over the seat at him. “Wait, what?”
“I have some things to attend to. She’s going to be playing Queen for that time. Just a few hours. She’s requested that you two join her. I’m guessing it makes her feel safe. Although, the way she yelled at Moose over Squirrel, I am surprised.”
“She really railed on him, huh…?” He really didn’t want to go. But he could feel some unease in his stomach. It could have been just his, but he wasn’t 100% sure, and if it was yours, he couldn’t say no.
Crowley laughed. “I thought Moose might cry.” He was obviously joking, but it made Dean smile.
You paced your father’s office waiting to find out if they would join you. You were nervous, to say the least. Something was obviously upsetting Dean, and you didn’t want to make it worse. Groaning, you sat down in his chair, letting your head fall back.
Dean sighed. “Fine. I’ll do it.” He agreed, making Sam raise his eyebrow at him.
“Really? I expected you to be the one to say no.” Crowley replied.
“Shut it, Crowley.” He snapped, pulling up to the bunker, parking the car. “Sam, you coming?” He looked to his brother.
Sam thought for a moment. “Is she calmed down any?”
Crowley shrugged. “She’s been laying on my office floor since you left playing on her phone and completely ignoring anyone as if she was a sullen teenager.” He said, snapping them to his office. “Comfortable, darling?”
You smiled when you saw both Sam and Dean with him.
“Did your idiot brother apologize?” you asked Dean.
“Not in so many words…” He laughed when he saw the death glare you shot Sam. “But he did buy me lunch, so we’re good.”
“He better have.” You glared, getting up out of the chair.
Sam looked to Dean, and motioned with his hand, “See what I mean.”
“Seriously? You’re the one who decided to make a move without talking to me, and you’re making me out to the bad guy?” You asked, actually shocked.
“Love, why don’t you go get changed, and meet us in the throne room?” Crowley suggested. “You are not ruling hell in skin tight jeans and a t-shirt. No one will take you seriously.”
Groaning, you walked out, leaving the three men alone.
Crowley leaned on his desk, looking between the two of them. “Now, I don’t know what the bloody hell is going on between you two, but you better knock it off. Whatever little pissing battle you have between you is messing with my daughter. Now, you two better sort this out before meeting us in the throne room. Or I’ll kick one of you buggers out, and I can tell you at this rate, it’ll be Moose.”
The boys stared at him, dumbfounded. “Are you serious?” Asked Sam.
“Well, you’re the one she’s been angry with all day, not him. So, yes, I’m bloody serious.” He said before walking out and going to the throne room.
You stood in your closet, staring. What the hell would you wear? Your father wore business clothes, was that what you were supposed to wear? Or did you actually have to dress up. Groaning, you stomped your foot. Screw this, You thought. I’m dressing in hunter gear. You snapped your fingers.
Leaving your room, you went straight to see the three of them in the throne room. Just to see Crowley. “Oh God. Did you kill them?” You asked.
He looked up and sighed. “Love, really? That?” He snapped his fingers and you found yourself in something far different. You were in a black, knee length dress, black heels, your hair just so, and red lips. “You have to command their respect. But, no, I did not kill them. They’re hashing it out in my office.”
“And them seeing me in gear I can kick their asses in won’t? What are they fighting about now? I can’t leave those two alone for ten minutes!” You snapped your fingers, annoyed at the Winchesters. “Okay, what’s the issue now?” You stood there, hands on your hips, waiting for an explanation.
The boys blinked, their eyes roaming over you. “Nothing. Crowley told us to stay here for now. Something about sorting our shit out?” Sam shrugged.
You snapped your fingers and the three of you were in the doorway of the throne room. Without saying anything, you walked towards your father on the throne, actually liking the way you felt in the heels.
Crowley smirked as he watched you walk like true royalty. “There’s my girl.” He said as he stood. “I’ll be back in a few hours. If I’m going to be any later than that, Alistair has agreed to come check on you for a few moments. If anyone gives you any trouble, he’s asked that you inform him.” You raised your eyebrows at that.
Dean stiffened at the mention of him, but was surprised that he was simply to help you that evening. The boys walked up, joining you.
“Well, isn’t that a lovely picture.” Crowley chuckled. “It looks like you have two men instead of just one. Look at them, standing by your side, protecting you.”
Sam smiled, while Dean shifted uncomfortably. Crowley pretended not to notice. “I’ll be fine, Dad. If they piss me off, I’ll just snap their neck until you get back.” You shrugged, half joking.
“I better not come back to half of hell dead, Love.” He smiled. “Maybe a quarter is fine.” You grinned. “Well, I shall return. Dean, you know where to find Alistair if he’s needed. He’s been ordered to behave.” With that, he was gone.
You walked up to the throne and sat down. You looked so small in it. “I hope this goes by fast. I had no intentions of ruling Hell any time soon…”
You crossed your legs and got as comfortable as you could, while looking royal and bitchy. Sam stood on the right side of your throne and Dean on the left. “Here we go.” you smiled awkwardly at the boys, as you waved your hand, opening the doors.
Things didn’t go half as bad as you thought. The feelings you were getting from Dean were confusing you. You could tell he didn’t want to be there. After half an hour, you turned to him. “I know you’re uncomfortable and don’t want to be here. Would you like me to send you home?”
He shook his head. “I’m not leaving you. Just, get this over with ASAP..” You raised your eyebrow at him, “I’m sure, okay? I’ll be fine.”
Sam gave you both a confused look. He didn’t understand how you seemed to be feeling Deans emotions, and you both seemed.. closer… but not at the same time.
You turned and smiled up at him. “You alright?” Sam nodded. “Next!” you called out.
Your father was late, so in came Alistair. “My lady.” He smirked at you. “I trust things have gone smoothly?”
You gave him a small smile. “They have, thank you. No one has stepped out of line.”
“I’ll be near by if you need me.”
He gave Dean a smile that made him shudder. You reached out for his hand, giving it a squeeze. He squeezed back and smiled softly before you let go.
There was one man who wasn’t fond of a ruling you gave on a petty argument.
“Here are your choices.” You said to him, as you leaned forward slightly. “One, suck it up, and move on.” the man growled at you. “Two, wait until you get an audience with my dad again and pray I’m not sitting in this chair.” this was not an acceptable option for him, it had taken months to get an audience. “Three, if you demand an agreeable answer now, try Alistair. Just hope he’s in a good mood. Or Four. Fight me for it. If you think you can beat me, between my demon powers, hunter training, “ The man turned when he heard Franky stalk in growling. “Oh and my hound. Which do you choose, sir?”
Sam and Dean stood tall, each with a hand on your shoulder to show that he would have to get through them to get to you.
The man bowed. “I’m sorry, your Majesty.” and with that he sulked out.
“NEXT!” you yelled, and everyone flinched.
You heard a slow clap from the back of the room as Crowley moved forward through the crowd. He was beaming with pride.
You grinned at him as you rose from the throne. “How long have you been there?” You asked, ignoring the rest of those waiting for an audience.
“Long enough.” He replied. “The way you handled him was perfection, Love. You and the wonder twins can go if you’d like. I can take it from here.”
Grabbing each of them by the hand, your dragged them into the hallway. “Come on, Dean, I’ll show you my room.” You looked down when you felt something rub your leg, trying to get between you and Dean. “Franky, he’s fine. He won’t hurt me.” You scooped up the hellhound and handed her to Sam. “Here. Chill her out, she’s missed you.”
You snapped your fingers and were holding Sam’s glasses. He smiled and put them on. “Okay, but Franky, don’t wreck my shirt this time. I like this one.” He put her down. “Meet you at your room?” You nodded and he kissed you. “Come on, Franky.” and he took off running with her.
You smiled after him as you and Dean started following them. “Do you want glasses too? She’s pretty cute for a hell hound.”
He smiled shaking his head softly. “Not right now.” You looped your arm around his, ignoring the stares of people roaming the halls. “How do you deal with the stares?” he asked.
You smiled. “When they get annoying?” he nodded. “Like this.” you waved your hand and one of the demons fell, as three more tripped over him.
You both giggled as you turned the corner out of sight. “I never expected to be in Hell again. Especially not like this.” He admitted.
“If you get uncomfortable, don’t be afraid to ask to go home. Although, if you do decide to visit more often, there’s a spare room right down the hall from my chambers. I guess they did that rather than making the room off of mine.” You shrugged.
He didn’t answer, but you didn’t mind. You knew Hell wasn’t his thing. You were glad he came though. You leaned your head on his shoulder for the rest of the walk. Making another 3 demons trip and fall just to hear Dean chuckle. Finally, you came to your room. Throwing the door open, Sam was rolling on the floor with Franky. She came running and sniffed around Dean. He stiffened. Sam got up and handed him the glasses.
“She’s pretty nice, Dean. Just say hi, at least once.”
Dean couldn’t believe that Sam was actually rolling around playing with a damn Hellhound! You leaned over and picked her up, scratching her under her chin. Looking at Dean, you gave him your puppy eyes and pouted. “Damn it.” He took the glasses from Sam and sighed, putting them on. Looking over to you, he saw a decent sized puppy snuggled close to your chest. Franky licked your chin, making you laugh.
You set her down and smiled, kneeling. “Franky, see if you can get Sam’s shirt.” You teased him.
“Really?” Sam asked. “Not fair!” He laughed. “I don’t have the glasses.” You stood up and laughed as Sam almost fell, Franky tugging on his pant leg just like any puppy would.
“You should see him with her and Juliet. It’s hysterical.” You glanced at Dean. “We had them in the training room with us, with Dad. Sam was like a big kid in a pile of puppies.”
Dean shuddered. “Your pup, I can deal with that. Juliet though. That one doesn’t like me.” Franky came and dropped Sam’s torn shirt at Deans feet. He smiled softly at her for a second. “Yeah, not my favorite shirt either.” he said to her. She jumped up at his hand, trying to get him to play.
You snapped and Sam’s shirt was back in one piece and on him. She turned and ran for it. Dean tossed him the glasses, “You’re going to need these!”
“Yeah, well, Juliet tries anything and Daddy will need a new fucking hound.” You said without looking at him, your voice serious. “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go see what else I can change into. I can’t believe he made me wear this.” You grumbled walking towards your closet.
“Heels!” Sam yelped as Franky got him.
You stopped. “What?”
“Wear heels.”
“Sweetie, I’m going barefoot for now. I want comfort, not looks.” You opened your closet doors and Dean went wide eyed before you shut them behind you. Sure, you could have snapped your change of clothes, but sometimes it was nice to take your time.
He looked around the room while you changed.
“Try the bed. You’re in hell, but it feels like heaven.”
Dean looked at Sam skeptical. “No bed is that good, Sammy.” Sam shoved him onto it. “Holy Hell!” Dean groaned laying there. “Tell Crowley for a wedding present, we need these in every room of the bunker.”
“Good, right?” Sam smiled. “Wait till you see the damn tub.”
Deans eyebrows went up. He did like a nice bathroom.
When you came out, your room was empty. Hearing voices in your bathroom, you went and leaned against the door fame. “There’s one in your room, too, Dean.” You told him.
He looked at you and you couldn’t read his face. “You weren’t kidding about the mirror.”
Sighing, you snapped your fingers, cleaning up the mess. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
He smiled softly and tried to change the subject. “Water pressure? “ he asked pointing to the shower.
“Phenomenal.” you smiled. “And you’re in hell, so the hot water never ends.”
You smirked as he grinned. “Any other goodies?” He asked.
“Whatever food you could possibly want, the training rooms are awesome, uh, there’s a sauna? That’s about it. I could ask him to do a game room.”
“That could be pretty sweet.” he smiled.
“Hungry?” You asked them.
“Always.” Dean smiled. He could possibly enjoy being in hell from time to time, as long as he was with you. The though made him freeze for a second, but you and Sam were walking out of the bathroom and hadn’t noticed. He shook his head, telling himself he shouldn’t be thinking like that. Damn Cas for putting the thought in his head. And damn heaven for screwing with you guys the way they did.
"After we eat I’ll send you to the bunker.” You smiled at him, fingers laced with Sam’s. “I don’t want to overwhelm you too much.” You laughed. “Sam, you staying here, or the bunker?”
“I’ll head to the bunker.” He smiled. “I still have to call Charlie.”
When you guys got to the dining room, you smiled at Dean. “Anything you want from anywhere in the world, it’s yours.” You pointed to the waiter in the corner. “Just let him know.” Dean looked like he didn’t know where to start. So you turned to the guy as you sat. “Did my father give specifications for dinner tonight?” he nodded. “Is he expected to eat here, or his chambers.?” Dean sat next to you, as Sam sat across leaving the Head of the table empty. He knew Dean wouldn’t want to sit next to Crowley, so he didn’t mind.
“His chambers if you were not to join him, ma’am.”
“Send word we are joining him, and get started.”
He nodded and left the room.
“You’re taking to being a princess well.” Dean chuckled. “How’s Sam dealing with being the future King of Hell one day?” Sam paled. “I’m guessing still trying to grasp that.”
Crowley appeared, moving to you and pecking your cheek. He sat at the head of the table before you were all served drinks. “I see that Squirrel hasn’t ran off yet.” He smirked.
You rolled your eyes. “I’m sending them back to the bunker after dinner.“
“And you, darling, what will you be doing?”
“Well, that depends on you. If your busy, I’ll go with them. If your not, I thought we could do something. Our time together earlier was… interrupted.” you glared at Sam.
“Never going to forget that are you?” he smiled jokingly. Crowley and Dean both shot him a look. He raised his hands. “Sorry, I’ll shut up now.”
Crowley shook his head. “Go with them, love. I need to talk to the seamstress.” You raised an eyebrow. “She wants me to approve the materials for your dress.”
“I spoke with her this morning when she drew up the style I wanted. Why didn’t she ask then?”
He shrugged. “I think that she wants to be sure the King approves.”
You nodded, turning to Sam. “Guess we’re all going home after.”
The rest of dinner was spent in idle chatter, sharing some laughs, and Dean beaming over the pie. You shook your head, smiling.
“Alright, guys. I’m ready to get home. How about you?” You asked, looking between them. You turned your gaze to your father. “Franky is in my room, so if you don’t see her with Juliet, that’s why.”
He nodded smiled at you, “Have a good night, darling.” He leaned over and kissed your cheek before snapping you the three of you to the bunker.
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.”
Pairing: SamxReader, Crowleyxdaughter!reader, Dean.
Word count: 5,017
Warnings: swearing, violence, injury
Co-Authored with : @reigningqueenofwords
Original Post Date : April 9th, 2016
Chapter 4 of ‘She’s Leaving, Dean’.
“Crowley.” Sam whispered as loud as he dared. He wasn’t stupid. If he could barely put on a shirt, what good was he to Dean?
“Yes, Moose?” Crowley asked,quirking an eyebrow.
Sam motioned to Dean. “I’m worthless like this. We need you to come see that witch.”
He eyed Sam, saw how he winced when he moved. He nodded in agreement. He heard your words in his head, ‘he’ll do anything to keep me smiling’, and knew Sam would object to being sent back to the car. “Watch the rear alright? I’ll take care of it, just don’t let anything sneak up on us.”
“Gotcha.” Sam agreed.
The three men were able to get in with ease. Sneaking up on the witch was another deal entirely. Crowley got the closest quickest. While he distracted her, Dean was able to get on the jump on her. “We only need some information from you.”
She glared. “Why would I help you?”
Crowley’s eyes flashed red. “Because my daughter needs it.” She stared at him, wide eyed. “Now you will bloody help us because I can’t stand to see her hurt anymore.” Sam could feel the anger radiating off of him.
“What do you need?” She asked as Dean tied her to a chair.
“When she was a newborn, I placed a mark on her, to keep her powers at bay. She was hit with a witches spell and it went away. I’ve tried to reapply it, but it fades. How can I make it stick again, until she wants it gone?” He asked, his voice cold.
She shook her head. “That’s not possible. The only solution is for her to choose. Does she want to keep her powers, and use the mark as needed, or does she want the mark to stay, and lose her powers forever?”
“It’s fading faster and faster. Her last one barely lasted an evening. There must be a way to fix this!” He wanted to scream and destroy everything. He knew you didn’t want your powers right now but he didn’t want to leave a half demon powerless. It wasn’t smart.
“The more powerful the magic, the harder it is to suppress. Obviously”
Sam moved forward. “Give us the spell we need to make it stay.” Crowley shot him a death glare. “Hear me out. Give us the spell, give Y/N a few days to get over hurting me, and then bring her to the bunker. She feels safe with us, and knows she can tell us anything she’s thinking. Let her decide what she wants.”
He sighed. “I already promised to double her training efforts. Maybe we’ll get lucky and she’ll gain control.” He paused. “Alright. Do as the boy says.”
Both of the boys let out a sigh of relief. The witch told them what they needed, and what they needed to do. After which, they were walking out. Crowley snapped his fingers and Sam could hear the growling of hounds. “Juliet, Franky, Kingston, meal time.” He grinned. As the door slammed behind them, they could hear her screaming. “Franky needed the practice.” He said as Sam looked at him.
“Right, well, we need to get back to the bunker. Bring her by in a week as planned? This way we can tell her all together?” Sam asked.
Crowley sighed. “Alright. And one more thing.” He smirked and snapped his fingers. He was gone, and Sam felt his pain lessen.
As the days went by, You trained longer and harder. You were getting better control over your powers slowly, but it was hard. Crowley currently had you sparring with some guy who had just become a demon. You were told you could not use a weapon, but he could. He wanted you to rely on your powers, force you to depend on them instead of your hunter training. That, and he didn’t need a pile of dead demons outside the door.
You thought that Crowley would explode every time you got nicked. One day was tough on you. You were missing Sam, getting frustrated with yourself, and missed hunting. As odd as that was. Your training for the day was almost over when the demon came charging at you. Focusing on him, you managed to send him flying a few feet back, making him land on his back. You walked over to him and held out your hand. You had sweat dripping down your face. “You put up one hell of a fight today. See you tomorrow.” You told him after you helped him up.
When you started to walk away, you heard him mumble under his breath “Don’t turn your back on an opponent. Kindness makes you weak.” You barely turned when you had him froze mid way to you, knife raised as if to strike. He was gasping for air. “Don’t underestimate me.” was all you said before you flicked your wrist, sending him flying out the door.
Crowley stood up, clapping. He beamed with pride. “You barely lifted a finger there, Love!”
You grinned at him. “I seem to be improving on that at least.” You grabbed a towel from on top of your things and patted your forehead.
“I’m impressed.” He told you. “So, go get cleaned up, we’re going on a trip.”
“A trip?” You asked as you pulled on your thin hoodie. “Where to?”
Crowley smirked. “It’s a surprise.”
Shaking your head, you walked to your room, looking forward to a shower. Your muscles ached, and you knew it got better before it got worse. As much as you wanted to move into your shower, you were excited for the trip, so you didn’t waste too much time. Of course he couldn’t give you a hint, so you opted for a pair of shorts, a tank top, and flip flops. He could always get you more clothes when you got wherever.
Assuming that your father would be in his throne room, you stuck your thumbs in your back pockets and headed that way. Around one of the corners, you could hear whispers, and your name. Slowing down, you listened in.
“He’s becoming weak doting on that supposed daughter of his. And she’s no better! Sleeping with a Winchester.” One of them said. You couldn’t help but think of old Southern ladies gossiping after church.
“I heard they’re getting married soon. You know what that means?”
“Shotgun wedding.” You rolled your eyes and turned the corner.
Their faces dropped when they saw you. “I hope you know, that sex with Sam is fucking amazing. You’d be lucky to get someone half that good in bed. And, no, I’m not pregnant.” You flicked your wrist, knocking them both over. “Nor am I weak.”
When you were past them, you heard them getting up, and flicked your wrist again. This time holding them down until you got to the throne room door that was up the hall. As you opened the door you smirked. “Next time, I suggest you kneel, or I’ll break your legs.”
Crowley raised an eyebrow at you as he got up, walking towards the door. You smiled sweetly at him “Don’t worry dad. Just teaching some gossips a lovely thing called manners.”
He looked out the door just in time to see them scramble around the corner and out of sight. He let out a chuckle. “Alright, Love, lets go.” His heart swelled with pride at how well you were doing. “Close your eyes.” You did as he said before you felt yourself shift. “Alright, Love, open them.”
You grinned. You were standing in the library of the bunker. “Sam!” You ran to him and he picked you up in a hug. “Did you ask him to bring me?”
“Sort of. Come on.” He took you by the hand and you all moved to a table to sit, with you on Sam’s lap.
“We found the witch.” Crowley told you, making you look at him hopefully. “There’s been a complication, however.” Your face fell. “You tell her, Moose.”
You shifted in his lap, looking at him. “You have to either embrace your powers, or lose them forever.” He said gently. “We found a way to make the mark permanent, but it would never come off. You’d live as a human for the rest of your life.”
You stared at the table, not sure what to think. “What’s on your mind, love?”
Licking your lips, you looked at him. “Can you excuse me and Sam? I think we should discuss this together.” You got up and motioned for him to follow you.
You went into your shared room, and started pacing. He could tell you were trying to process your thoughts so he just let you for a few minutes. Finally, he reached out, “Hey.” his voice was soft as he held your wrist and pulled you to him.
“I just started to get control… I mean, it’s not perfect.. but..” You started to move away from him to pace again but he pulled you into his lap.
“You don’t have to decide right this second y/n. We know how to do it, it’s tucked away. We can continue as we have been if you need more time to think.”
You touched your forehead to his. “I want to be human Sam, I don’t want to live afraid of hurting you, but… I’m not fully human am I? Demons in hell aren’t happy as it is about me. I’ve heard talking. What if one tries to kill me? Plus, as more hunters find out…” you sighed. “I don’t exactly belong in either world, do I..”
“You belong in mine.” His hazel eyes were so full of love, it almost broke your heart. You wanted to be human, to be with him until the end of days. “Demon, or human.” With that he kissed you. There was so much love, so much passion in that kiss. You forgot about everything, all your worries were gone, all that was left, was you and Sam.
Pulling away, you rest your head on his chest, eyes closed. “If I can get these under control in one month, I’ll keep them.” You looked up at him. “That’s if you could see ever marrying a half-demon, and having tiny demons.” There was a smile on your face, letting him know that you were going to be okay. “If I can’t, then I’ll get the mark, and I’ll forget all about my powers.”
Sam smiled and kissed your forehead. “I’d have all the tiny demons that you want.”
“What did I ever do to deserve you?” you joked blushing.
“You put up with me and Dean. We know that’s not easy.” he laughed nuzzling his nose against yours. “Even angels can only handle it for so long.”
You laughed. “Is that why you two can’t die?” You had lost count at how many times they were on the brink and were fine.
Sam shrugged. “Maybe.” He sighed, pulling you into a hug.
A moment later you pulled away, looking at him confused. “Wait. What happened to your injuries?”
“Healed.” he smiled.
You lift up his shirt, inspecting his chest. “No… not in just a week. “ You looked him in the eyes. “Sam… how did you heal so quickly? Cas?” You hadn’t seen Cas in a while.
He sighed. “Crowley, actually.” Your eyebrows shot up. “I know, right?” he chuckled. “I uh.. We needed a bit of help with the witch. He healed me up before leaving afterwards. Said something about how he couldn’t stand seeing you so upset.”
You got off Sam’s lap and headed for the library looking for Crowley. When you found him, you hugged him, hard. “What’s all this then, Love?”
“Thank you, I know you hate him, and you didn’t need to, but you healed him. Thank you.”
He pat your back gently. “You’re welcome.” He said, resting his chin on your head for a moment. You stayed like that for awhile before pulling away. Sam had joined you, and took a seat at one of the tables, so you sat in his lap again.
“Sam and I came to an agreement.” You smiled at Sam. “If I can control my powers well enough in a month, I’ll keep them. If I can’t, I’ll get the mark and forget that I ever had them.” Sam rubbed your back as you spoke.
Crowley nodded. “Have you thought about any brats you may have, Moose? They would be part demon, as well.” He didn’t want this hurting you in the long run.
Sam smiled at him. “We talked about it. I told her I’d have as many tiny demons with her as she wanted.” You blushed, chuckling.
“Plus you guys got the spell or ritual, or whatever it is right? If I decide I don’t want to risk it should we decide on children, I can get it then. It’s not a now or never thing is it?”
Crowley shook his head. “No Love. Any time you choose, we can do it.”
That calmed you greatly. “Can you put the usual mark on me so I can stay here for a few days?”
“Actually, I was thinking of staying with you.” Sam told you. “During the day, while you’re training, I’ll either do what I can to help, or come to the bunker. At dinner time, I’ll go back to hell.”
“You’d do that?” You asked, shocked.
“Don’t look so surprised.” he kissed you softly. “Anything for you. You should know that by now.” You jumped up and down excited. Crowley couldn’t say no to that, which irked him. He glared at Sam like this had been some sort of plot to get on his nerves, but he accepted it.
Dean chuckled. “You better come home, soon. I can’t believe this, but I’ve missed having you around.” He grinned.
You stuck your tongue out at him. “Yeah, okay, Mr. I need a bar.”
“Hey, you two keep that up and I’ll buy a whole damn bunker for myself.” He teased. “Have fun guys.”
“Want to come to dinner one night?” You asked sweetly.
“Maybe.” You knew that he probably would, so you didn’t press the issue.
You turned to Sam. “I’ll see you for dinner, okay?” He nodded and chuckled at how happy you were. You pecked his cheek before whispering in his ear. “And your suit is clean.” He grinned.
Dean raised an eyebrow, but then shook his head realizing he probably didn’t want to know.
Back in hell, you couldn’t stop smiling, causing Crowley to chuckle. “Perky much?” He asked.
“Well, it’s been a good day. And I get to see Sam tonight.” You shrugged.
“Yes, wonderful.” Crowley sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets.
You bit your lip. “I wanted to ask you something. About the man I thought was my father.”
He stopped, turning to face you. “If I can control these, do you think I could see him? You told me awhile ago I could. I just think showing him I’m not some weak little girl will help get me closure on that.”
He sighed and looked at the time. “Come.” and started walking. You followed without saying a word. After about 10 minutes you came to a door. “I’m not letting you in. He will not know you are here. You will not speak, you will not use your powers. Are we clear?” You nodded. “Wait here.” He moved you a foot to the side, so you couldn’t see in the room when he opened the door. He stepped, in and a minute later he stepped back out. “Wait a minute love, he’s almost done.
A few minutes later, Alistair walked out of the room, The door was left open so you could see in. There he was, on a rack, the man you thought was your father. Your jaw tightened, you were furious at him, you hated him, you wanted to lash out and destroy everything he ever touched until he was erased from existence. You saw the state of him, he was blindfolded so he couldn’t see you, but you could see him turning his head, trying to hear who was at the door. Blood was everywhere, chunks of flesh missing, he could barely breath, and he was in so much pain, you could see it. But he was healing, very slowly. Finally the door closed. You were quickly introduced to Alistair. He explained that since his death, that man has been on that rack. Other souls were tortured until they became demons, but not this one. By order of the King, he was to never be permitted a day of rest, or to fully heal before his next session. This man, the man who made your life hell, would never see anything other then that room again.
“Come on, Love. Lets get some training in before dinner.” He put his arm around your shoulder and led you away. “I need to be honest with you Darling. I don’t want you in there. No matter how much you think you want it. You will loose yourself in the hate, like many do. Even Dean got lost in it. You still have your humanity now, and its one of the many things I love about you. But if I let you in there, if I let you really see him like you want, it will be gone.” You looked up at him, and his eyes were almost sad. “I shouldn’t have shown you at all. But, I wanted you to know. He hasn’t gotten away with any of it, Love. He lives it, every day, ten fold.”
Your mind was racing. He’d been punished by your real father, every day for the past nine years? As you neared the training room, you paused and looked at him. “If you never had any intention of meeting me, why check up on me? Why go through the trouble of hunting that man down and making sure he pay? I’m glad that he’s finally the one being put through shit, I’m just wondering why?” You tried to read his face, and dawned on you. “You’re not telling me something. What is it?”
“What I said was the truth, I had no intention of meeting you, but not by choice.” You furrowed your brow. “Your mother was the one to say that. I made a deal, and I stood by it. I was not to interact with you for as long as she lived.” Crowley sighed. “I told myself that I just didn’t want you in hell, which is bollocks. Once I made that deal, I tried to stay away. I did. But, you’re my daughter. Even if you did somehow end up with the Winchesters.” He started leading you to the training room again.
“Why wait so long to tell me then? Why not right after she died, You could have came to me then. That was when things were the worst. Especially when people reminded him that I looked like her, and nothing like him…” You trailed off, the memories of those conversations. Why didn’t you see it then, he knew… “I never understood… He hated how I looked because I looked like her and she betrayed him.. “ You looked up at Crowley. “I always thought he meant that she died and left him stuck with me, and he couldn’t handle it.. but he knew..”
“He knew you weren’t his, yes. He suspected early on, but after your mother died, he found out the truth. Apparently, a demon told him. The one that took him over in the end, that Sam and Dean killed. I suspect that Demon also killed your mother. He didn’t find out who I was until he came to hell. Then we got to know each other very well before I let Alistair finally have him. I promise you Love, if I had known then what he did, I would have taken you out of there. I was furious when I found out. I lost count of all the ways I found to kill him before bringing him back just to do it again.”
You threw your arms around him, tears running down your face. “I prayed to god every day to end it.” You chuckled softly as you continued “If I would have known, I would have prayed to you instead. I thought I had the worst father in the universe. Turns out, I have the best.”
That time, he fully hugged you back for a moment. Sighing, he pulled away to look at you. “I plan to make up for all those years, Love.”
“Is that why you put up with Sam?” You teased, smiling.
He chuckled. “That’s one way of putting it.” The two of you started walking again, this time in silence. Of course you planned to tell Sam the truth, because maybe it would help him view Crowley in a better light.
This time Crowley called in two freshly created demons for you to spar with. They needed training, so Crowley figured two birds with one stone. Again, you were not permitted weapons, they could choose knifes but were only permitted to wound, not kill. You kept taking them both down like it was nothing. Your powers were just that much greater then theirs, plus as a hunter, you were use to fighting against more then one opponent, and they couldn’t even get within 5 feet of you.
“Bloody hell you are morons aren’t you?” Crowley yelled at them “She’s a bloody hunter! You won’t get anywhere near her if you don’t work together. If you can’t even get close, how do you expect to hold your own against the Winchesters.”
You knew he wasn’t trying to say you were a shit hunter compared to them. The Winchester brothers were considered the Ultimate. If you could wound one and live, you were considered invincible. While humans told scary stories about monsters and demons, Demons and monsters told scary stories about the Winchesters.
That perked them up, as they had already been warned about them. You saw them resolve to tag team against you and smirked. However, they didn’t have that ‘link’ that the boys did, and tripped over each other at first. One managed to cut your arm, causing blood to drip down. You looked from the wound, to the demon, and he could tell you were pissed. You flicked your wrist and sent him fly. A few moments later, you had pinned the other. “And you won’t get to the Winchesters without getting through me.”
“W-why?”
“Because the tall one, Sam? He’s mine.” You growled. You didn’t hear the other one coming up behind you with the knife. So it was a surprise when he stabbed you in the shoulder, making you cry out in pain.
Locking your jaw, you stood up and glared at him. Turning your wrist his neck snapped.
Crowley laughed as he snapped his fingers, and watched the demon gasp for air and scramble away from you as quick as he could. “Don’t go getting too carried away now, Love. Remember you have dinner soon with Moose, I don’t think he’d want you covered in blood and a trail of dead demons behind you.”
You smirked at the demons from across the room, both of whom were staying as close to the door and as far from you as possible. “That’s exactly what Sam Winchester would want.”
Crowley laughed again. Both demons looked terrified. “Put the fear in them already, Darling? You’ll make an excellent Queen of hell one day.” He came down from his seat, he looked so proud. “You’re dismissed.” he told the demons, who tripped over themselves, trying to get out as quick as they could. Finally you smiled at Crowley. “I couldn’t ask for a better daughter, Love. Come on, lets get you out of here.” You grabbed your towel to wipe up the blood and sweat, and walked with him back to your chambers.
“Before we get too far….mind pulling this blade out?” You asked, as it was still in your shoulder. “And get someone to bandage it?”
“I could heal it.” He reminded you.
You shook your head. “It’s a reminder to pay attention.”
He grinned and nodded. He moved around your back and you bit your lip. He pulled it out quick, and your eyes watered. “Thanks.” You told him
“I’ll send someone by to patch you up.” He said before heading away to get Sam.
Once in your room, you peeled off your shirt and went into the closet looking around for what to wear tonight. You eyed a short back dress. simple, yet elegant. And you were sure the back would cover your bandage. Now shoes.. You smiled remembering how Sam had loved the heels, so you grabbed a pair of black heels. It was a basic outfit, but you knew exactly how it would effect Sam.
As you were laying out undergarments as well, someone knocked on the door.
“Come in.” You called out.
In came Lori, and you chuckled. “I’m a demon of many talents.” She smiled. “That, and the guy who normally patches everyone is afraid of you.”
You moved to a chair and sat down, moving your hair off to the side. “You don’t have to worry about my arm. I can handle that one.” You told her.
“With what?” She asked, cleaning your shoulder.
“Uh, in my bag, I have a small sewing kit. I keep it in there for when we need stitches.”
“A sewing kit?” She paused, shaking her head.
While you were getting patched up, Crowley went to the bunker to fetch Sam. Sam had his feet up on the table of the library as he read. “Well, Moose. Are you ready?”
Sam looked up as he put his book down, and put his feet down. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you first.” Crowley could tell he was nervous.
Crowley groaned while sitting down. “What is it, Moose?”
“Uh, does that offer still stand? I mean…to get her a ring?”
“Bollocks.”
You were patched up. Lori said she’s be back in about an hour, after you showered to check the bandage before you got dressed. You thanked her as she left. You were so excited to see Sam. Even though it had only been a few hours, it felt much longer.
Sam shifted uncomfortably. “I’m…sorry?”
Crowley sighed. “I was hoping I had more time before this happened.”
“More time?” Sam asked.
“Yes, more time to get adjusted to my daughter, the princess of Hell, loving a bloody Winchester. But, yes, I will help you get that ring.” Sam beamed. “Tomorrow, when you’re supposed to be back here. She won’t expect you back until that night.”
Sam grinned. “Thank you, Crowley.”
“Yeah, yeah, just…no bloody grand kids any time soon.” he countered. “Let’s get back to Hell before she kills any of my men.”
You walked out of the bathroom as Lori was coming back in. She smiled at you as you grabbed your undergarments off the bed and scurried back into the bathroom.
After giving you a fresh, dry bandage, she helped you get into the dress. You didn’t really need the help, but she insisted, saying you could easily pull a stitch.
You hung out in your room until dinner time, and then made your way to the dining hall. Walking in, you saw Sam, and your father. A huge grin spread across your face. “Hey you.” You chuckled.
“Hey yourself.” Sam smiled as he hugged you. “You look beautiful.”
“You should have seen her pummeling the crap out of two demons. She looked right in her element.” Crowley beamed as he sat.
You laughed. “Awe, you just give me the easy ones.”
You couldn’t help but stare at Sam while dinner was being served. He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. When he looked at you and smiled, you blushed and turned away.
There was idle chit chat during dinner. About your days, your training, random topics. Even Crowley seemed to be enjoying himself tonight. The few times their opinions clashed, you’d laugh and it would instantly lighten the mood. Desert was amazing. Part of you wanted a second serving, but you knew you might regret that later.
Before heading back to your room after dinner Crowley placed your mark. You smiled softly and hugged him before saying good night.
On your way to your room, You came across those demons you fought earlier that day. They were on their way to Crowley’s office. He had summoned them right after you left. They froze when they saw you, but when their eyes met Sam’s and they realized who he was, they ran in the opposite direction. You burst out laughing.
“What was that about?” Sam asked.
“Remember those demons I fought earlier today, “ he nodded. You and Crowley had told him all about it, laughing. “That was them.. The shorter one is the one who stabbed me in my shoulder. They are afraid of me as it is, imagine what is running through their heads when they realized they hurt Sam Winchester’s girl, and now they are face to face with him.”
Sam laughed, his face lighting up. “I bet word has already spread.” You smirked, nodding.
As you took his hand and led him into your room, you let out a small sigh.
“So, Sammy, care to help me out of my dress?” You asked, moving your hair to the side. “All I want tonight, is to draw a nice hot bath and soak in it with you.”
He kissed the back of your neck softly, causing you to shiver. You felt him smile against you skin between kisses as he started to unzip your dress, slipping it over your shoulders. As it fell to the floor, you turned slowly to face him and reached up, pulling him into a kiss.
Pairing: SamxReader, Crowleyxdaughter!reader, Dean, Cas
Word count: 3,569
Co-Authored with : @reigningqueenofwords
Warnings: Some swearing
Original Post Date : April 17th, 2016
Chapter 8 of ‘She’s Leaving, Dean’.
You were nervous by the time dinner rolled around. Out of any family known, yours was probably the weirdest. There was Dean- who was like that weird older brother, Cas- an angel who you swore was made for Dean, your father- King of Hell, you, and then Sam.
Sam kept reassuring you that everything would be fine, but how could you not be nervous? You had changed into a cute dress that went up to your neck, and then you did your best covering up any hickies with make up. You hair was left down in loose waves.
Hearing the timer go off for the lasagna, you made your way to the kitchen and pulled it out of the oven. Dean walked in, following the smell of food. “I don’t know which looks prettier. You or the food.”
You laughed, rolling your eyes. “You don’t need to suck up, Dean. There are two different kinds of pies in the oven.”
He grinned. “You spoil me.” and he kissed your cheek.
“Oh bloody hell, please tell me your not into brothers, Love.” You turned and threw your oven mitt at Crowley, who had chosen that exact moment to make his entrance. “I’m kidding, Darling, It smells wonderful.” he came over and kissed the other cheek.
Dean laughed, grabbed a beer, and walked out. You watched him go, smiling. “So, to let you know, Cas will be here, too.”
Crowley sighed and nodded. “I figured as much.”
“And don’t worry, Dean bought enough alcohol for the whole army.” You exaggerated. Crowley actually laughed at that. A full on laugh, making you grin. “Go get comfortable. I’m just about to put all the food on the table.”
Sam helped set the table. Dean called up to let Cas know everyone was sitting down to eat, so he could come whenever. As you were all getting seated, Cas appeared with a bottle of wine in hand. “I was told, it is customary to bring wine when invited to a dinner.”
You smiled and kissed his cheek “Thank you Cas, it’s perfect for a celebratory toast.”
“What are we celebrating?” Cas looked around confused. “Should I have brought another gift? Or balloons?”
Sam was pouring wine for you and him. Crowley had his scotch and Dean was still cradling a beer. He offered some to Cas who agreed to try.
“Well…” Sam started as you all sat down.
You and Sam stood next to each other, arms holding the other person. Well, as well as you could with how tall he was. “Sam proposed.” You beamed, showing the ring.
“When?” Cas asked, a sweet smile on his face.
“Last night.” Sam said, kissing your cheek and the both of you sat down.
Cas gave you both a loving look before he resumed that confused look on his face. “I have two more questions.” He started. “The first is…why is Crowley here if this is a family dinner? And second, why are you wearing a copious amount of make up on your neck, Y/N?” His head did that tilt thing as you blushed.
You looked to Dean. “You didn’t tell him? How the hell could you keep that from him?” Your voice was playful, and he knew what you were hinting at. It was the running joke.
“Tell me what?” Poor Cas just wanted to be in the know.
“Go on, tell your sweetie. I just know you would love being the one to fill him in.” You grinned.
Cas looked between you and Dean, raising an eyebrow.
Dean narrowed his eyes at you. “You don’t want to piss off your big brother.” He teased. You stuck his tongue out at him.
Sam laughed. “This really is a family dinner!” You smirked at him. Crowley didn’t know whether to roll his eyes or be amused.
“I’m her father.” Crowley spoke up.
Cas looked to you, eyes wide. You smiled. “I just found out.. 2 months ago? I’m surprised Dean didn’t tell you before now. You should have a talk with your wife about keeping secrets.” you smirked at Dean who pointed at you, giving you a death glare.
Cas looked confused and was about to say something when Sam cut him off “She’s joking, Cas. We know you aren’t married to Dean. But that’s where she’s been for the last few weeks. In hell learning to control her powers.” Cas gave Sam a concerned look “We’ll talk more about it later okay Cas, Let’s eat and be happy.”
“To y/n and Sam.” Crowley held up his glass, trying to help change the subject before Cas could ask more questions.You gave Cas a sympathetic look as you all raised your glasses.
“How has training been?” Dean asked once everyone started eating.
“Really well, actually. I just started learning the whole teleportation thing. Still not too confident just yet.” You shrugged.
Crowley smirked. “Most demons won’t come near her or Moose because of her training.” You could tell he was proud. “She’s been beating boys since she was young.”
“How so?” Sam asked.
“Ask her about her fifth birthday party.” You cracked up laughing remembering that day. “See. It’s that good.”
You stopped, wide eyed you looked to Crowley. “How…?”
“I was there, Love.” He smiled. “Well, I wasn’t there, there… I was watching. You had that one in the park, so I was able to watch from a near by bench. You refused to be a princess like all the other girls.” The smile reached his eyes as he told everyone about it. You teared up a little, seeing how happy he was talking about one of your good memories.
When he got the part about you taking the crown and claiming yourself king, and your warrior scream on the table, the boys laughed. “That’s our girl.” Dean pinched your cheek, and you laughed pushing his hand away.
“You didn’t see what happened after the party. I tried to cut the rest of my cake with my plastic sword. Let’s just say… Mom wasn’t exactly pleased with the state of the kitchen after that.” you smiled. “Or the fact that I was covered in 2 layers of cake and icing.”
“I would have loved to see that.” He smiled. You gave him a sad smile in return.
“I don’t have any of the pictures from my childhood, or I would be happy to show you.” Taking a deep breath, you cheered up. “But, that’s okay. I have new memories now.” You even had a photo album that started when you were seventeen. “And they are more good then bad these days, thanks to each of you.” You smiled as you looked around the table, from one person to the next.
Crowley hated what you went through, despised your mother for not telling him about the abuse, but he saw you smiling and couldn’t regret you. Not even a tiny bit. “Any other stories, Crowley?” Dean asked, smirking at you.
He smiled. “I remember her first day of school. First grade I believe. Most the kids her age were clinging to their mothers skirts, but not her. She ran off and climbed a tree. Some boy, maybe a year or two older, said something and looked up her skirt, then laughed with his friends. “
“Oh my god! I remember this! You were there for that, too!?”
He nodded, Dean got impatient “What happened?!”
You buried your face in your hand, blushing as Crowley continued. “She jumped down from the branch, which was 5 feet off the ground, and whacked the kid right in the face with her lunch box.” Crowley chuckled. “He ran crying to his mother.”
“First day of school, I took on the school bully and they wanted to suspend me.” you said into your hand. “He wouldn’t come near me for the longest time. Then in like, sixth grade, I think? My school had a dance. Like, for everyone. He tried to ask me to go with him.” You shook your head.
Dean choked on his beer. “Did you hit him with another lunch box?” He smirked.
You shook your head. “Nah. I slammed my locker shut on his hand. Never spoke to me again.”
Crowley smiled. “Your first date? You were so cute and nervous”
You gave him a sad smile “That memory… it didn’t end so well… I mean, the date itself was 13 kinds of awkward teenage hormones.” You smiled at that for a second. ”but… things were rough at home by then… Mom was dead, and I wasn’t exactly allowed to date so…”
His smile faded. “I’m sorry, darling… I…”
“Crowley.” You smiled at him, cutting him off, as you got out of your chair and walked over to him. He stood, and you wrapped your arms around him. “You were there, Crowley. You were there for all the important moments in my life, you were there. I can’t even tell you how happy and loved that makes me feel. I’m at a place in my life where I can look back on those times, and not feel pain. Now, I can look back and see that hope was there all along, because you were.”
A tear rolled down your cheek as Crowley kissed the top of your head. “Oh, Darling.”
Sam cleared his throat. “Lets give them a minute.” Dean looked over at the pie on the counter “Just take the damn pie, Dean, lets go.”
You chewed on your lip while the others left the room, Dean carrying the damn pie. It made you chuckle. He’d live off pie if you let him. Now that you were alone with him, you didn’t know what the hell to say. You sat down next to Crowley, who sat back in his chair.
“I’m sorry.” Crowley told you. Your head whipped to face him, shock and confusion written on your face. “For not really being there when you needed me. I should have taken you when your mother died.” He sighed. “But, I didn’t.”
You placed your hand over his. “It’s okay. I’m fine.”
“Now you are.” He locked eyes with yours. “Dean told me.”
“…Told you what?”
Crowley took a sip of his whiskey. “That night. Well, he started with telling me about how they had a case in town. He told me about knocking on your door and he knew something was wrong. He told me about Moose seeing you in the store and making you take his card. About you calling them that night. About the weeks after.” His voice went from sad, to angry, to sad.
You gave him a sad smile. “It’s only made me stronger, Dad.” That’s how you chose to see it. “They saved me. They let me be a teenager. They took me in. This awkward, sad shell of a girl. They let me go whenever I needed a break from hunting. Because they trusted me.” Sighing, you sipped your wine. “I’m not fond of thinking of the years after mom died, or the weeks after the boys found me. But, they’ve made my life worth it.”
“I find myself hating them a tiny bit less.”
Getting up, you hugged him. “You should actually thank them. If they hadn’t found me, and that man didn’t kill me that night…I would have done it myself.” You kissed the top of his head, your thoughts getting to you. “Excuse me for a few. I just need to go get some air.” You patted his shoulder and walked out, leaving him to his thoughts.
You stood outside enjoying the cool breeze and figuring out your thoughts. A small part of you was upset that Crowley didn’t take you when she died. But most of you was oddly glad. Your experiences made you who you were, they were the reason you met the love of your life. You would have been raised to hate them, and would probably be engaged to some demon lord… Were there demon lords? Or did everyone just claim king of their domain like Crowley had..?
You were pulled from your thoughts as you felt huge hands on your shoulders. “Sammy.” you smiled, half turning your head to him.
He kissed your cheek. “Are you alright? It’s chilly tonight, why are you standing out here alone?”
You turned, hugged him and put you head on his chest. “Sorting my thoughts.” You told him. “I was honest with him, and I hope he isn’t angry.”
“About what?”
You sighed. “That if you hadn’t saved me, and that demon didn’t end up killing me… I would have done it myself.”
He held you tighter. “Good thing we came along then, huh? The world is better for having you in it.” He kissed the top of our head. “Come on, back inside before Dean eats both pies. And you still haven’t shown off your ring to Cas.”
You stretched up to peck his lips. “Thank you for coming along. You guys didn’t have to take me in, but you did.” Your fingers laced with his as you walked back inside.
Once inside, you looked around. “Where’s Dad?” You asked.
Dean shrugged, serving himself a slice of pie. “I don’t know. He said he would be right back. Seemed kinda pissed.” Your heart sank. Was it because of what you said?
Crowley appeared outside the room that your ‘father’ was in. He walked in, ignoring Alistair. “Hello.” Crowley growled. “I’m just here to put the fear of me in you. You caused my daughter great pain. I have just come to realize how much. Tomorrow, you will regret the day you ever set eyes on her. Now, while my wonderful associate here works on you, times that by ten. That still won’t even come close to the pain you’re about to feel.” He seethed, close to the man’s ear. “And you will not be blindfolded. You will watch as I carve into you, as I take great joy in making you bleed.”
Alistair watched, amused. “Shall I work on another tomorrow?” He asked.
Turning to the demon, Crowley shook his head. “I have another assignment for you. I will tell you tomorrow.”
When Crowley reappeared, he silently watched as Cas talked about how beautiful your ring was, while Sam nodded from behind you, letting him know he was saying all the right things. Dean as serving pie for everyone. He smiled. They weren’t his favorite people, but they were pretty much family. When you turned, seeing him, you smiled. He loved how your face lit up when you saw him. It was something he was not use to. “Sorry, Love.” he smiled stepping into the room. “Call came in. Now how about some of that pie. Oh! And your presents. Here, love.” He handed you a small velvet box. You opened it to reveal two simple gold bands. You could tell they were old. Smiling, you hugged him tight. “I think that Squirrel plans to give you something else later on.”
You were relieved that nothing was wrong between the two of you. Soon, you were all sitting around the living room eating you pie. “Hey, Dad? Do you think you could do the living thing and FBI thing for Dean, too?” You smiled. “He deserves it.”
Crowley chuckled and nodded. “Planned on it, love.” Dean did a silent ‘yes’, making you laugh.
Cas watched the interaction between you and Crowley for a few moments. “I must admit, I was worried about the ramifications of Crowley being your father.” He started. “However, it is clear that he is a very loving father.”
You smiled. “He has been, yes.” He wasn’t perfect, especially about 2 months ago, but, if you knew one thing, it was that the road to hell was paved with good intentions. Why should the King be any different.
“But,” Cas started. “No one has answer my second question yet. Why are you wearing.. “ Dean cut him off, whispering in his ear. His eyes went wide. “Sam, you should really be more gentle and caring with the woman you love. She may be a hunter, but she is still a very delicate creature, and …”
Crowley glared at him and Sam cut him off. “Okay.. well.. awkward conversations now out of the way…” Dean was laughing.
Your cheeks were bright red. “Sam, take Cas and talk to him, please. To avoid this in the future…”
He grumbled. “Why me? He’s Dean’s husband”
“For one, Dean will make it worse and you know it.”
Dean glared at you. “Hey!” then he registered what Sam had said. “Hey!!”
“And two,” you continued. “Think of it as practice for when we have children and you have to have the talk with them.”
“Them?” he smiled. “As in multiple?”
“If you’re lucky.” you smirked.
Crowley sighed. “Really? I’m not ready to be a grandfather. I’m still getting used to being a father.” He looked at you.
You got up and kissed the top of his head. “You have time, Dad.” You smiled. “I’m only twenty-four. I’m in no hurry.”
“But Sam’s thirty. His biological clock has to be ticking.” Dean teased.
Sam motioned for Cas to follow him. Once they were outside, Sam shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the angel. “Cas, some people enjoy rough sex. I’m not treating her badly. I promise.”
“So, she will always have those marks?”
“No. We’re not always that rough. We’ve just been excited lately. For awhile I didn’t get to see her much, so when we did, we were pent up. Then we got engaged, so that was exciting. Sometimes we make love.” Sam rubbed the back of his neck.
Cas thought for a moment. “I believe I would like to discuss this further with Y/N.” He decided.
Sam chuckled. “Alright…” He moved around Cas towards the door and stepped in. “Cas wants to talk to you. I don’t think he believes me.” He smirked.
You rolled your eyes and laughed. “Don’t let Dad talk you out of ever having kids. He’s adamant about being too young for grand kids.” You whispered as you walked by.
Once outside, you sighed as you stood next to Cas. “You wanted to see me?”
He turned to you. “Sam says you like it rough sometimes?” He tilted his head.
“Sometimes. I assure you, Cas. He’s not actually hurting me.” You patted his cheek gently.
“May I heal you?”
You smiled at him. “Would that make you feel better?” He nodded. “Then you may.” He touched your forehead and you felt his grace move through you.
Cas looked up at the sky, noting how it looked like it would storm. “Promise me that you’ll come to me, should anything ever happen with Crowley.” You raised your eyebrow at him. “I know that he loves you, I can see that. But, he is the King of Hell. I just want you safe, and with knowing you have powers…”
“I promise, Cas.” You hugged him close. “Your the best brother- in-law a girl could ask for.”
“You are aware I’m not married to Dean, right? Why does everyone keep implying that I am?”
You chuckled. “I meant that you’re close to the boys, Cas. You two act like a married couple at times. It’s just a joke, all in good fun.”
Sam was on the couch, drinking a beer and laughing with Dean. Crowley just sat back, observing the two. You walked in with Cas, your arm looped through his. “So, you set him straight?” Dean asked.
“For the most part. I’m leaving the birds and the bees talk up to you.” You teased.
He rolled his eyes and smiled.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself dad.”
“The night wasn’t half bad.” He smiled at you. “Dinner was delicious darling. I shall be going soon. I know you’ll want to be alone with your future husband, and I want some sleep again tonight.” You blushed.
Dean groaned. “Aw man. Take me with you.”
Crowley chuckled. “Alistair wouldn’t mind seeing his favorite human again.”
“Never mind.” Dean turned back to his beer.
You thought for a moment. “Why not pop him somewhere else? He really doesn’t get vacations. I’d do it, but I don’t want to screw something up. Maybe bring him to a beach or something.” It seemed only fair.
Cas stood up. “I can bring him. I’d like to talk to him anyway.” He offered.
Dean jumped up. “You are my savior.” He grinned. Turning to you, he pointed to you. “You better get some wedding ideas. Tomorrow, I’m stealing you.”
You raised an eyebrow at him. “You? You want to help plan a wedding? Mr. Eternally Single?” You joked.
“Eh. I figure the sooner you two get married, the sooner I’ll get to live in peace.”
“Where do you think we’ll be living?” Sam asked amused.
“Uh, hell?”
Crowley sighed. “I’m not going to be here for this. Love you, Darling.” And he was gone.
“I think maybe we’ll room right next to your bedroom” you winked at Sam, who laughed at the expression on Deans face.
Sam shook his head, wrapping his arms around you. “Nah, we’ll save that room for a nursery.” Dean’s face paled. “Don’t worry Dean, you have plenty of time.”
“Get me out of here.” he all but growled at Cas. And they were gone
Pairing: SamxReader, Crowleyxdaughter!reader, Dean.
Word count: 2,725
Warnings: smut, NSFW gifs
Co-Authored with : @reigningqueenofwords
Original Post Date : April 11 2016
Chapter 5 of ‘She’s Leaving, Dean’.
Dean smirked. “Really? You’re asking me for help?” He teased. “I’m surprised you don’t have your nose in a book or browsing the internet.”
“If you’re just going to make fun of me….” Sam glared.
“No, no. I had to get that out of my system.” He chuckled. “You know what she likes. Just go off that. You make her laugh, smile, and for some reason she loves you.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Just tell her how you feel.” He shrugged. It wasn’t like Dean had experience.
Sam threw himself into a chair, and sighed. “Maybe it’ll just happen naturally and I won’t make myself look like a fool…. I’m so nervous, Dean. I feel like I might throw up..”
Dean went and got them each a beer. “Here.. might help.”
Sam downed half of it, then stared at the bottle for a minute. “Want to see the ring?” he asked as the smile came back to his face.
“Oh god, a chick flick moment.” He chuckled, sipping his beer. “Sure, Sammy.” His eyes lit up seeing Sam so happy. He deserved it.
Sam pulled it out and opened the box. “It’s from 1900. I thought that it was something she would like.”
Dean patted him on the back. “She’ll love it. Because you picked it for her.”
“I hope so.” he smiled to himself before finishing his beer. He took a deep breath. “I can do this right?”
Dean laughed. “You can do this, Sammy.”
By the time Crowley came for Sam, he was even more nervous. “Bloody relax. You’re getting your hair trimmed, then it’s off to get dressed, and finally… To France. I’ve taken the liberty of reserving you a room at one of the finest hotels.” Sam was shocked. “I’d like some bloody peace for one night!” Dean burst out laughing, and Sam blushed.
When getting his hair done, he was nervous. He reminded them more then once that it was just a trim, and not a hair cut. He liked his hair as it as, and he knew you did too, especially when you were grabbing a hold of it.
When it was near dinner time, Lori cornered you. She was supposed to, once again, do your hair and make up. And, of course, she wouldn’t tell you why. Your hair was put in a simple up-do, and your make-up kept more natural. Thankfully, you were allowed to choose your own dress. All you were told was ‘formal’. What the hell did that even mean? In the end, you chose a strapless mermaid dress in emerald green with a bit of sparkle. You decided on a pair of strappy silver heels to pair with it. Lori picked out a pair of diamond earrings with a matching necklace.
Once everything was set, Crowley got Sam to the restaurant. Lori blindfolded you and did the same for you. She helped you sit and her and Crowley left. “You can look now.” Sam grinned.
You pulled off the blindfold and gasped. “Are we in…Paris?”
“We are. And you look stunning.” He told you, those little dimples showing.
“You look pretty good, too.” You grinned, blushing. “Wait. another new suit?”
He licked his lips. “I can’t just look good once in a while, when you look this beautiful all the time.”
You blushed deeper. “Sam Winchester, you sly dog. You’re buttering me up for something aren’t you.” He jokingly shrugged. “You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen, Sam. Even without the suit.” you raised your eyebrows at him, and it was his turn to blush.
“Let’s eat.” He smiled as a waiter brought over two plates. “Looks like Crowley even ordered for us.” He laughed.
“Good thing too. I don’t know French…” You chuckled.
Dinner went smoothly. The two of you sipping wine and talking about anything that came to mind. There was a slight breeze, which made the few strands of hair that were loose, move. The two of you split a slice of German chocolate cake, and it was delicious. You made a note to brag to Dean about it sometime.
“So, we’re here for a reason.” He said after he licked some chocolate off his lips.
You smiled. “Oh, no. Did my father tell you you had to take me on some fancy date or whatever?” You wouldn’t put it past him. “Because I really don’t need all this, Sam.” Your voice was gentle.
Sam laughed and shook his head. “No. Well. Kinda.” You looked at him, amused at how flustered he was. He moved so he was kneeling next to you. Your eyes widened, this wasn’t what you were expecting. “Okay. Um. I know that hunters tend to have short lives. Well, us more than most, but even with that, you love me. You stayed by my side even when you didn’t have to. You cared for me, even when you thought that I hated you.” You touched his cheek. “I was terrified of this. I wasn’t sure what the hell to say, or do…and then I saw you. All my nerves settled right away. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
You were crying by now. “Of course I will, Sammy!” You grinned, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him.
As he slid the ring on your finger, you looked up from your hand at him “Wait.. aren’t you still legally declared dead? How are we going to get married?”
He laughed. “Details.”
You chuckled. “Sam… This ring is beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you.” You’ve never seen him smile as big as he did when he looked into your eyes that night.
“You can stop now Sam, I already said yes.” You joked.
He smirked. “Nope. I have the rest of our lives to tell you how beautiful you are.” Pecking your lips, he stood up and took your hand. “There’s more.”
“More?” You gasped, seriously?
You watched as he pulled a hotel key from his pocket. “We have a room for the night at one of the top hotels in Paris. Just down the road.”
“You did all this?” You asked, smiling.
Sam chuckled and shook his head. “Nope.” You looked at him, confused. “Your dad heard me tell the tailor off when he was fitting me for the suit. I asked him who he thought Crowley could go without- the tailor, or his future son-in-law. The tailor gave in. Your dad asked if I intended to propose. I told him I did, and he offered to help when the time came. That’s where we were all day. He helped with the ring, he made the reservations, he is the one who surprised even me with the hotel.” He was going to give Crowley the credit he was due. “I’m going to have to thank him tomorrow.” He laughed.
“Me, too.”
“To be honest though..” Sam started again. “ I think he just wanted a night where he could sleep without hearing you scream. And I have every intention of making you scream tonight.”
You bit your lip as your eyes trailed down his body. “Can we go now?” You looked back up to meet his eyes, your face was pink and flustered.
He kissed you softly. “Yeah, we can go now.”
It was a ten minute walk to your hotel. The city was lit up and it took your breath away. You’d wanted to travel when you were younger, but you thought it would never happen. “We need to come back sometime for more than one night, Sam.” You told him.
“How about our honeymoon? Because, I can promise you that I will be pulling out all the stops on our wedding night.” He said in a hushed tone in your ear.
Your felt your cheeks darken as you entered the hotel. Of course, you had one of the best suites in the hotel. Not that you would be doing much in the way of admiring of it.
Crowley sighed and slumped in his chair when he returned to Hell with Lori. “Bloody hell.”
She chuckled and sat on the edge of the desk. “Awe, is Daddy having second thoughts?” She smiled at him. All he did was glare in return. “You know the fun is only starting, sir. Once the wedding date is set? She will be all about the flowers, the dress, venue…just, please don’t be all gloomy. This is a happy time for her. Okay?”
“It’s not the bloody wedding I’m groaning about. It’s the groom. And what comes after the wedding.”
Lori burst out laughing. “Are you serious? All of Hell knows that she has no reason to wear white on her wedding day.”
“I was talking about children!”
She was still laughing when she nodded at him. “I think that’s a while off still. Don’t get too worked up over it.” She touched his cheek softly. “Go on, get some rest while you can, Sir.”
Crowley poured himself a drink. “First, I need to go see the other Winchester.” He groaned. Now that he was ‘technically’ going to be related to them, he knew he would have to get used to it.
“Don’t over do it, Sir.” She said before walking out.
Dean jumped when Crowley showed up. “What the hell???” Dean snapped.
“I need you to tell me about the nightmares that Y/N was having.”
“Seriously? You just scared me for that? It was years ago. She hasn’t had one in ages.”
Crowley sighed. “I can’t believe I’m bloody saying this…but please.” Dean stared at him like he had three heads.
When you entered your room, you looked around, in amazement. “Wow.” You gasped. Sam shut the door behind you and held you close.
“That’s what I think when I see you.”
“Stop it Sam” you laughed. “My cheeks already hurt. If I blush and smile any more the might just fall off.”
Sam chuckled against your neck as he pulled your zipper down. “Then let’s put your mouth to another good use…” He let the fabric fall to your feet, kissing down the side of your neck to your shoulder.
You ran your hands up his chest, and giggled when he flexed under your touch. You pushed his suit jacket over his shoulders and he just let it fall. Your hands went to his jaw, your thumbs rubbing the stubble on his cheek for a moment. You were glad he hadn’t shaved. You smiled against his lips as your hands moved to his first shirt button. He bit your lip and moved you back towards the bed as you finished up his buttons. He stopped kissing you long enough to let his shirt fall, while you eyed his chest. He flexed again and winked. You grabbed his belt and pulled him onto the bed with you.
As he was leaning over you, his hair created a curtain. “Don’t ever cut your hair shorter than this….” You smirked. “Longer hair looks good on you.” A moment later, his mouth was on yours once again. You slid your hand down, undoing his belt, then his button. Your hand slid down the front of his pants, into his boxer briefs. You gripped him and started pumping.
He growled at you before pulling your hand away. Sam pinned your hands above your head, a predatory grin on his face. You attempted to rub your thighs together, needing to feel something. “How rough do you want it, beautiful?” He asked, voice dripping with lust.
Your eyes glimmered. “Don’t hold back, Sammy. I can take it.” Your eyes dropped to his crotch for a moment.
“God, I love you.” He said before attacking your neck and pulling off your underwear. His hand moved delicately up your leg, giving you goose bumps. Sam kissed up your jaw, back to your mouth. Your hands held him close, not wanting to ever let him go. He slipped one finger in your entrance, moaning. Sam rested his forehead on yours. “So wet for me already.”
You grinned. “All for you.”
A second finger went in, he watched your face as your forehead scrunched against his, your eyes closed as you let out moaned. His hand continued its motion as he watched your face, committing every twitch, every expression, and every moan to memory. When your eyes opened and met his, he smiled. Your eyes were pleading with him for release.
You gasped as his thumb started to rub your clit. Your nails dug into his shoulders as your back arched. “I love the sounds you make for me.” Sam whispered in your ear. You scratched down his back as you clenched around his fingers. He worked you through your orgasm until you were breathing heavy underneath him.
“Get on your back.” You panted, licking your lips. He chuckled and rolled off you, making a show of licking his fingers.You bit your lip as you rid him of his pants, not caring how they came off. As you kissed up his legs, your hand rubbed against his clothed length. Reaching it, you kissed it through the fabric, smiling up at him. You reached your hands up, pulling his boxer briefs down, freeing his erection. Your eyes never leaving his, you took the tip of his cock between your lips, letting your tongue touch the underside ever so lightly.
When you heard the smallest moan out of him, you moved a bit further down. You were teasing him, and you knew that it would make sex later that much better. He’d get all wound up and frustrated. The thought made you moan as you took him all the way into your mouth, the tip hitting your throat. Sam’s hand gripped your hair as he watched you bob up and down. You hollowed out your cheeks, and reached down to play with his balls. You heard him hiss in pleasure, making you want to make him cum that much more. When he hit the back of your throat again, you swallowed, keeping him there and repeating the motion.
Sam’s grip on your hair tightened and you knew he was close. You moaned around his dick, and you felt him twitch slightly. A moment later, you were swallowing his hot cum. You licked up his shaft when you were done, and then licked your lips. Moving to his side, you smiled at him. “You moaning is seriously the hottest thing I have ever heard.” Sam grinned, showing off those dimples, laughing. “I’m serious.” You shoved him playfully.
He rolled you to your back, pinning you down. “Oh, you want to be serious?” He was trying so hard to keep a straight face. You tried to hold back the laugh that was trying to escape while you nodded, but failed. You cracked up, so Sam moved his hands to your sides. “How serious are you now?” He laughed.
That was something you both loved- the natural happiness you brought each other.
Sam let up and simply smiled at you. One of his fingers traced your collar bone, down to the middle of your breasts. “How about we go take a nice hot bath, relax, and then come out here.” He massaged your breasts. “And then, I’ll make you scream for me.”
You grinned. “You really know how to sweet talk a girl, don’t you?”
He kissed you softly, lingering before getting up. He lead you to the bathroom.
“Oh, Sam…” your voice was low. It was a large Jacuzzi tub, with large windows over looking the city. Yours had a great view of the Eiffel tower, which was all lit up. “It’s perfect…”
“It is.” he agreed softly. When you turned, he wasn’t even looking at the view, he was looking at you, and how you glowed in the light of the city and nothing else.
He gently turned you, unclasping your bra. Dropping it to the floor, he turned his attention to your hair. Pin by pin, he let it fall down, brushing over your shoulders. He moved around you, turning on the water. Sam stepped in and held his hand out for you. Smiling, you took his hand and stepped in. You sat with your back to his chest, his arms around your waist. You sighed softly, leaning your head back on his shoulder.
