A/N : Special thanks to @sorenmarie87 who gave me the idea for a Rowena/Sam body swap. This is a short part, not much happens, but it will be followed by a second part.
Find part 2 here.
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“You're going to help me, Rowena. Like it or not, you don't have a choice”
Rowena scoffed. “Well, excuse me Mr Tall-dark-and-handsome.” Rowena shifted in her bindings, loosening them around her right hand. “But I do believe I do have a choice.”
He bent down to meet her eye for eye. “I'm not giving you one.”
“You are the one without a choice.”
“Yeah?” He smiled.
A smug smile spread on her face. “I'm getting out here, and you can't stop me.”
He laughed. “How are you going to do that? Crowley isn't going to help you. He's the one who sold you out.”
Her hand came up, and she blew a powder into Sam's face. “I never counted on that bloody oaf.” Her head went back, eyes rolling as she began reciting the spell while Sam tried to clear his eyes.
Long legs ran, boots pounding along the sidewalk until they turned and hurried into a building. Taking stairs two at a time, with barely a glance behind to be sure no one was following, they made their way up to the fifth, and final floor and down a hall to a door marked 53.
Large strong hands pounded on the door with urgency until shuffling was heard from the other side.
Opening the door, you froze seeing the tall man, with sweat dripping down his forehead, trying to catch his breath. “Can I help you?”
“Let me in.” He huffed.
“Excuse me? No!” You started to shut the door but his hand shot out. “Who the hell-”
“Y/N, Darlin’ I don't have time right now. Let me in.”
You stared at him, trying to figure out if you knew him, where you knew him from. Everything came up blank. “Who are you and how do you know my name?”
His hands moved fast, cupping your face as he ducked down to meet you eye for eye. “It's me, love. Rowena.”
“Ro?” you looked into those hazel eyes, and they were wrong, completely wrong. But there was some small spark of familiarity somewhere in there. “But h-how?”
“I'll explain.” He promised, and moved you backwards a few steps, just enough to shut the door behind him and lock it.
You stared up at the tall stranger. Gorgeous, you had to admit, but who the hell was he? Could it really be Rowena in there? “Who-”
“I did tell you I was a witch, Darling.” It was odd hearing Rowena’s speech patterns and accent come from such a deep voice.
“I-I just thought…”
“It's all real.” Those hazel eyes were still locked on yours. “This man,” she gestured to herself. “is a hunter.”
“A hu-”
“He hunts supernatural beings. He captured me, and to get away, I used a spell. Swapped bodies. Don't worry, my wee love. I was wearing a tight dress and dangerously high heels in preparation for our evening tonight, so he'll never catch up.” she winked with a smile.
“Ro, this isn't a time for jokes! If your being hunted-” your eyes shifted around with worry. “If it's all real…”
“It is.” Those large, rough, calloused hands were gentle when they stroked over your cheeks. “But he shan’t find us. Not yet. We have time, and I owe you a lovely evening.”
“Ro-”
You were cut off by the strangers surprisingly soft lips pressed to yours. “I promise, my darling. We have time. I won't let him hurt you when he comes. I'll get my body back and we'll run.”
“We?” you looked up into those eyes that were starting to grow on you.
“Yes, Dove, of course. I'd never leave you behind.” Lips met yours again with a soft smile. “How about that dinner?”
You nodded. “I'll cook.”
“No. I promised you this evening I’d-”
“Naked.” You cut off. “I'll cook naked.” A deep groan seemed to rumble from the body Rowena inhabited that made you blush. Glancing down, you chuckled and motioned to growing bulge. “Is that a yes?”
“You're bloody right, it is.”
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Tagging : Sam - @evyiione @skycat41 @rebelminxy @purplecatterpiller
Pairing : Crowley x plussize!Reader, Rowena x Plussize!Reader, Gabriel, Sam (mentioned by nickname)
Word count : 1,831
Warnings : a touch of fat shaming, Cheating, secret relationship, nudity, foreplay, grace kink
Square filled : wearing the other’s clothes.
Written for : @spngenrebingo
A/N : Original idea that inspired this came from Dawn who asked for Rowena x Reader, with Reader wearing Rowena’s dress while Rowena wears the reader’s ‘Fed’ shirt.
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“My, what an extravagant dinner.” She strolled in, long blue dress flowing, a beautiful dark contrast to her bright red locks. “My invitation must've gotten lost.”
“Mother.” Crowley snarled out the word as she moved around behind him, her hand touching his shoulder.
“Darling, put some of that back. You don't need to eat, you're a demon now, you don't need to be as big as a hog this go ‘round.”
“Mother.” this time he spat the word out in disgust. “Leave.”
“And who is this darling thing?” Her eyes were set on you and she moved closer. “Have you been hiding a girl from me, Fergus?” she hooked your chin and made you look up at her and Crowley rolled his eyes. “Are you afraid I'll embarrass you?” She glanced back at him. “Or are you embarrassed of her? I'm sure she has a lovely personality.”
Snapping his fingers, two demons appeared in the room. “Get her out. NOW!”
She smirked at you as they grasped her upper arms and lead her from the room. “You can tell a lot about a man by how he treats his mother. He was always a right little shaite. Instead of making room for desert, Fergus, make time for your mother.”
Crowley sighed when she was gone from the room. “I'm sorry, Love.”
“It's fine, Crowley.” you gave him a gentle smile. “You had warned me she was like that.” Leaning over, you gently kissed his cheek. “How about we have double desert.” His eyes met yours. “Fuck her. I like my ‘wee little sausage.’”
“Don't bloody call me that.” he grumbled but a small smile graced his lips. With a wave of his fingers, a demon rushed in to clear away the unfinished plates while another brought in desert.
You woke up to the feel of fingers stroking your cheek. You moaned gently and rolled over, cracking your eyes open. “Ro-”
“Shh, my little dove.” She smiled. “He was called away for business. We have time, but just a touch.” You closed your eyes, and her brow furrowed. “What's wrong?”
“You went too far tonight.” You looked up at her again. “You know how self conscious I can be, and hearing you say those things-”
“I'm sorry, Darling.” She looked genuinely upset to have hurt you. “I wanted to be sure he'd never suspect.”
“Why would he? As far as anyone knows we had never met. And like you said, I'm just a great personality at be-”
“You know damn well I didn't mean that.” she snapped, her accent getting thicker as she got more annoyed. “That bloody oaf of a son of mine has neither looks nor personality, and yet, you're smitten with him.” she shrugged. “And what am I other than an old witch?” You opened your mouth, but she put her finger to your lips to stop you. “You're answer better be ‘stunning and youthful’.” she smiled.
“For your age.” you teased with a smile. “You're my old witch.” You shifted and gently pressed your lips to hers. “Why are you here, Ro? It obviously wasn't to apologize.”
“I came with a gift.” she smiled. “And an offer to make up for hurting your wee feelings.”
“A gift?” You finally sat up in the bed to be eye to eye with the older woman.
“Aye. I made it myself.” She beamed with pride and reached down to present you with a folded piece of dark blue cloth.
Looking into her eyes for a moment, she nodded with a smile, encouraging you to unfold the soft material. “It's beautiful..” you gasped, looking at an exact copy of the dress she currently wore. Exact, except for the size.
“I've always wanted to see a beautiful woman in my clothes.” she smiled at you. “And there is no one as beautiful as you.”
“Ro-”
“If I get Fergus occupied, I wish to steal you away. Just for a few days, my Dove. The two of us. And you can wear that for me.”
You chewed on your bottom lip. “I don’t know..”
“I'd do anything.” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“Wear one of my dress shirts.”
Her eyebrows went up and she glanced towards your closet. “That's really not my style-”
“Just one of my dress shirts. Nothing else.” Her eyes met yours again. “Maybe I've always wanted a beautiful woman in my clothes too. And my shirt would be like a dress on you.” You licked your lips thinking of her smooth thighs poking out from under one.
“You're lucky I adore you.” she grabbed the dress back and you smiled as she got up.
“Ro?” She turned. “He'll find us.”
“I already have it all figured out, my little Dove.” She winked. “Don't you fret that pretty little head.”
The wind whipped at your hair as the boat sped along. You were lounging on the front deck sipping a cocktail while Rowena flirted and winked at the young man who owned and drove the boat before coming back over. “Risky, Ro.”
“He's harmless.” she waved her hand dismissing it. “And enchanted.” She winked and you shook your head. “He'll not remember us, don't you fret.”
“What did you tell Crowley?” you squinted, one eye shut against the sun behind her. He had been oddly willing to leave you with his mother when he hurried off, not thrilled, but willing.
“I apologized, and-”
“You? Apologized?” You chuckled. “Wish I'd been there for that.” Your lips wrapped around the straw of your drink and you took a sip.
“Well, not in so many bloody words.” She shot you a glare. “I simply said I wanted to get to know the woman in his life.” she shrugged. “And he couldn't stop me since he had urgent matters to attend.”
“What urgent matters?”
A grin spread over her face. “Ones that will take him a few days to find out I set it up.”
“Ro-”
“He's use to me getting in his affairs..” She shrugged. “I'll tell him I simply wanted to get to know you without his interference. Not a total lie.” She leaned in, pressing her lips to yours. “It's going to be lovely having time with you without needing to fear him finding us. As fun as that is.”
“You're horrible.” you teased with a smile.
“You love it.” Her lips pecked yours once more.
“Where are we going, anyways?”
“Bermuda Triangle.”
“What!?”
She chuckled. “A small island, my little dove. But yes, within the triangle. No one in heaven, hell, or earth will find us there. I made sure of it.” The smile spread on your face and you pulled her in for a passionate kiss.
You nervously smoothed down the thin material again and again, trying to smooth down the rolls underneath.
“Stop that.”
“I'm not so sure about this, Ro. I look-” Your breath catches in your throat when you see her standing there in your dress shirt that is more than a few sizes too big for her. One smooth creamy thigh shifts as she bends her knee and raises her leg just so with a wink.
“Stunning in that dress.” She makes her way over, her hands coming out before she even reaches you, and a moment later she's moving them over the hips you just tried to smooth out. “Absolutely stunning. I knew it would be perfect. Just like you.”
Her eyes are on yours and you can't help but blush. “Ro-”
“Shhh.” She stops you from speaking with her lips pressed to yours, and you're more than happy to let your hands explore her as your mouth opens.
Your hands go searching south, looking for those soft creamy thighs you've been dying to feel for weeks. You groan softly into her mouth when you feel them, your hands pushing up the hem of the shirt as they move up and around to grip her ass.
She breaks the kiss and starts to back away, going towards the bed, and you're all too happy to follow, your eyes locked on hers. “Ro.”
She moves from your grasp and begins unbuttoning the shirt, starting from the top and taking her time. “Patience, my little dove. We have time.”
“Fuck, Ro.” As soon as all the buttons are open, you rush closer, sliding your hands in under the shirt to feel as much of her skin as you can. “And fuck patience.”
“So crude.” she teases, and licks at your jaw before taking a gentle bite.
“Darling!” you freeze hearing Crowley's voice. “What the bloody hell is going on here!?”
Fear takes over and you spin around, eyes wide and watching the door as you hear boot falls coming closer. “Rowena… I-I thought you said..” you swallow heavily and turn to her. “Run. If he catches you, hell-”
“I'll what?”
You turn back, afraid. But when you see that face, that smile, anger takes over. “What the hell, Gabe!? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
His smile spreads. “You're the one up to no good, sweetheart.” he wagged a finger and tsked. “As for you, Red. If you're going to take over my hiding places, the least you can do is invite me to the party.”
“His hiding place? You went to an angel for help with this?”
She shrugged. “He spent a long time hidden, dove. There is none better.”
“Hiding’s not the only thing I'm good at.” he winked.
You bit your bottom lip as he glanced from Rowena's exposed skin to you, his eyes taking in every curve. “Got your grace back?”
His smile widened, and you gasped when you felt the cool spark of his grace start at your clit and spread slowly deeper. “Yeah, it's back.”
You whimpered, legs going weak under you as your thighs began to quake. “Sh-it.”
“If you want me to go, Red, better tell me now. Your girl is about to soak that pretty little dress.” his eyes were shining as he watched your body react to his grace, loving how he could bring you so close without moving a muscle.
“She better not ruin that dress, I bloody made that by hand.” she snapped at him.
“Very well.” Snapping his fingers, you were standing naked in the middle of the room. “I like her better like this anyways. No offense.”
“I won't argue.” She moved closer, hand moving over your stomach then up to cup a breast.
“Please..” You begged. “I-I need..”
“How much time to we have?” Rowena glanced back at Gabe.
“I've got my Sasquatch running circles around your sausage. Give him about 12 hours to catch up. He'll figure me out before you. We have time.”
“Perfect.” She grinned, her red painted lips parted to show those pearly whites underneath. “Make it rain.”
“My fucking pleasure.” Gabe started moving into the room hitting every pleasure point with his grace and smiling as you screamed out and came, squirting on the floor.
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