#samxcrowley

[beingcouy]

I haven’t drawn for ages. I decided to dig out my art tablet and doodle. The result is the cutest couple in Hell, Sam & Crowley! I haven’t drawn Crowley before, but he sorta looks like himself. It’ll do! :D <3 

Sam: (Oh my god. I’ve lost my mind... I don’t know if I can talk Dean through this one.)

Dean: *somewhere very far away* ... *shivers*

[bloodandcream]

feelings, SamxCrowley+Stuffing for @mayalaen

Sam pulls the soft fabric wide and holds it stretched open. Crowley’s small hands are better for getting it all inside. White little tufts of fluff overspilling their craft project, Crowley scowls at the limp form of the teddy bear they’re making.

“This is stupid.”

Crowley is extra surly.

Sam shifts on the plastic foldable chair in the church basement and shakes the still half-empty bear at Crowley. “It’s not gonna stuff itself.”

He can practically see a vein standing out on Crowley’s forehead.

“Oh I’ll stuff it alright, stuff it full of seething hate so the little demon spawn that gets this is cursed.”

“C’mon, all kids need toys during the holidays. Doesn’t it feel nice to do something good for someone else?”

“No.”

But, despite the scowling, Crowley rolls his eyes and picks up more stuffing.

At first, Sam had started coming to the anger management groups with his brother as a way to show support for Dean - and to make sure that he was actually going to the court mandated therapy group, but hey, Dean probably already knew that Sam was tagging along to keep track of him. But Sam has really, somehow, enjoyed sitting in a musty church basement with a group of grouchy men who are allergic to being nice.

He gets along well with the therapist that heads the group, Garth. Garth is way too much sunshine and smiles packed into a bean-pole body, but no matter how angry some of the men in the group get or how much they yell, Garth always keeps his calm and Sam finds that admirable. The art projects and community volunteering are a great way to get the group involved in things, and Sam is more than happy to help.

Crowley is one of the guys that always hangs around in the back and is very reluctant to actively participate in any kind of sharing and caring activities. He and Dean get along way too well. Sam thinks that Crowley could use a friend.

“There. Good enough.”

Huffing and crossing his arms over his chest, Crowley glares at the teddy bear. Sam pokes a little stray stuffing into it and lines up the seams.

“Here, why don’t you sew it while I hold it closed.”

Grumbling and shifting in his seat, Crowley glances around the room at the other pairs of men who are helping each other make teddy bears as Garth goes from table to table helping.

Still holding the seams of the bear closed, Sam leans his elbows on the table and offers something personal.

“I remember, when I was nine, I got a Barbie Doll for Christmas from Dean, and I thought he was just making fun of me because he always calls me girly, but it turns out he’d stolen it from under this donation tree thing our school had set up. Didn’t even know what was under the wrapping. But Dean always made sure I had presents for Christmas and my birthday, ‘cause our dad wasn’t always around.”

Now a days, Sam makes sure to drop a few presents in the Salvation Army toy drive boxes around this time of year. He’s happiest as a giver.

Crowley harrumphs. “Really, do you think I want to hear about your pathetic childhood? Do you think I actually enjoy being here? Are you trying to get me to, to, open up about my ‘feelings’?”

The last word is practically spit out.

“I’m just saying, someone’s really going to appreciate this bear. Help me finish?”

Garth is strolling over to their table, so Crowley picks up the needle and gets back to work.

“We’re fine here.” He says before Garth can even ask how the project is going.

Sam smiles, “Yep, doing good.”

“Alright, great job guys!”

Garth claps Sam on the shoulder before moving on.

For all his grumbling, Crowley sews up the bottom of the bear very carefully and ties it off neatly. Setting the small toy on the table, Sam picks up a length of red ribbon from the mess of supplies scattered across the table.

“You want to tie it on?”

“Probably should,” Crowley takes the ribbon and deftly ties it around the bear’s neck. “Your giant sausage fingers would make a mess of it.”

“So, you do care how the bear looks?”

“I never said that.”

“I think we did a good job.”

Tightening the bow in the center of the bear’s neck, Crowley frowns across the table at Sam.

“You’re pathetic you know, coming to these things, trying to pretend like you’re here for your brother, but all you want is to feel better about yourself.”

“You know, I think we’re becoming good friends, Crowley.”

Standing from the table, Crowley shoves his hands in his pockets and takes a step towards the table at the side of the hall with it’s large industrial pot of coffee and tray of stale cookies, then pauses and turns back towards Sam. “Do you want a coffee?”

“Sure, hey do you think we could finish another one of these?”

Crowley mumbles as he shuffles away, “I’ll get more stuffing from Garth.”

[the-sum-of-all-cmars42]

help seasons 8-10 have really made me ship Mooseley.

[stxrkidz]

Mooseley / Crowley x Sam

who’s the cuddler: Sam??

who makes the bed: Sam

who wakes up first: Sam

who has the weird taste in music: Crowley

who is more protective: Crowley

who sings in the shower: Both

who cries during movies: Crowley

who spends the most while out shopping: Crowley

who kisses more roughly: Crowley

who is more dominate: Neither

my rating of the ship from 1-10: 6

[polskiebagno]

I ship Crowley with everyone

[authoraesthetic]

I just discovered Moosley.

[kngfishergrl-blog]

Sam/Crowley, postal worker AU

Though I ship Samifer almost exclusively, this was a fun experience. I took liberties with the prompt, but I hope you like it!

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Crowley’s business was simple. Anything you wanted smuggled past the border you would pay for, up front, no down-payments allowed. Goods, produce, letters, people – anything that you wanted out of the war-torn country would reach the other side of the border safe and whole so long as you had plenty of trust and plenty of cash.

It was profitable, and Crowley had never been one to take a moral stance in anything, but some of his employees did. And whenever Sam – tall, gentle, too-kind-hearted-and-brave-for-his-own-good Sam –  brought a handful of frightened, penniless refugees to take with him on a run , Crowley often found himself turning a blind eye as Sam helped them past the barbed wire into freedom.  

[unintentionaloracle]

Okay, I haven't been able to let this go this week...

Please tell me someone has dubbed the saxophone solo from "Careless Whisper" or something over the part where Crowley stares at Sam while he's working in "Blade Runners". I mean, it's the most appropriate music for that bit.

Is that a thing somewhere, and if so, where could I find it?