Your head was killing you after the witch hit you with that spell, making you grumble as every noise made you flinch and the reflections of car lights made you close your eyes.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Dean asked from the driver’s seat, looking back at you from the mirror.
“I’m fine.” You said, a little angrier than you intended. “It’s just a damned headache.”
You’d been quick to make sure neither of them had touched you after the spell, mostly because you felt like you were going to be sick if you did, but even now, with this headache plaguing you, everything felt unnecessarily sensitive.
“There’s no spells that would have a delay to them is there Sam?” Dean asked.
Sam shrugs. “I’d have to go through our books. I wouldn’t have thought so, considering we killed her anyway.”
“It’s just a bump, now stop talking.” You growl, trying to get comfortable in the back. “I think the only way I’m going to get rid of it is sleeping it off, something I can’t do with you being loud.”
“We’re not loud.”
“You’re always loud.”
The trip back was uneventful, although you hadn’t been able to sleep, your headache seeming to just worse, forcing you to down some aspirin and then lock yourself in your room, lights off, no matter what Sam and Dean said.
When you awoke, your head didn’t feel any better.
You shuffled almost blindly from your room, your blanket wrapped around you and using the wall for support.
“Please tell me you guys have something?” You groaned, wincing, even your own voice hurting your head.
They were both a little blurred before you, but you could tell they were worried.
“Nothing,” Sam said and then dropped his voice when you winced again. “Is it really that bad?”
“Yeah,” You sink into a chair and put your head in your hands to block out the light. “Whatever she hit me with, it’s bad.”
Sam and Dean doubled their efforts while you went and tried to find the quietest spot in the bunker you could.
It felt like way too long before Sam found you, you glaring at him from the corner of the room where you’d made yourself a little nest on the floor.
“Come on, we may have a solution.” He said quietly.
“I don’t like the sounds of may…” You grumbled, getting carefully to your feet so you didn’t overbalance. “Especially feeling like this.”
“Are you going to be right walking?”
“Sam, you touch me and I’ll make sure your headache is as bad as mine.”
Back out in the library, you froze in the doorway. “Why is Crowley here?”
Crowley smirks. “Good to see you too love.”
You glare at Sam and Dean, a small build of panic starting in your chest.
“We were out of options,” Dean said irritably. “And he knows more about witchcraft than us, so, you’re going to have to deal with it.”
“I think I’d rather deal with the headache…” You grumbled but had to sit, feeling yourself starting to sway. You didn’t really mean the words, but you ignored that and looked back at Crowley. “You really think you can help?”
Crowley shrugs. “Maybe.”
“No funny stuff Crowley.” Dean said.
“Please,” Crowley walks towards you, shooting a look at Dean. “I agreed to help willingly, remember? Can hardly have my little team down a member.”
Dean rolls his eyes, but Crowley doesn’t see it, now looking at you. You knew you were a mess, that there were dark lines under your eyes and your hair was tousled beyond belief, but in that moment, you didn’t care, you just wanted the pain to stop.
Before you could protest, Crowley presses a hand to your forehead.
It was like an electric shock went through you, making you jolt and Crowley to throw his hand back and shake it, even as you yelped.
Blinking tears from your eyes, your ears ringing, it was moment before you could hear Sam and Dean asking what the hell happened.
Everything slowly came back into focus and you blinked, your head mostly free of pain.
Crowley was looking irritable, still flexing his hand. “How should I know? It’s not exactly what I was expecting either.” It bloody hurt whatever it was.
“You’re telling,” You said, rubbing your head. “But whatever you did seemed to work.” For the most part anyway.
Crowley’s head tilted a little, looking at you with a small frown. Y/N?
“What?” You answered, still trying to clear the slight ringing in your ears.
“No one said anything.” Sam said.
You blinked and then looked at Crowley, who was staring at you with such a mixed expression that you wondered what you’d done.
I’m guessing you can hear me?
Crowley’s voice was clear as anything but he hadn’t moved. Cautiously, you nod.
He lets out a slow breath and then pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’ve got to be kidding me. What kind of witch were you hunting?”
“What’s that got to do with anything?” Dean asked. “A witch is a witch. She’s dead either way.”
Crowley shakes his head. “This witch, for whatever reason, decided that she was going to ensure that there was to be misery after her death. Now, I take it, after Y/N got hit by the spell, neither of you touched her?”
Sam and Dean shared a look and then shook their heads. “She wouldn’t let us.”
Crowley sighed. “Well, if one of you had, I now wouldn’t be in this position, instead I’d be laughing at you.”
“Hey! Don’t think I feel better about this!” You said, forcing the feeling of weirdness down, noticing more thoughts starting to trickle through, starting to mix together.
“Darling, I’m the King of Hell,” Crowley bit. “The last thing I need is for a little hunter to be in my head.”
You flushed. “And you think I want you in mine? Can you stop it?”
“That…I don’t know.” Crowley said slowly. “It is a very advanced spell and not exactly one I’ve encountered before.” He sighed and then glared at Sam and Dean. “You two owe me for this.”
With that, he vanished, leaving all of you a little confused.
Dean looked at you. “Crowley’s in your head?”
You purse your lips and stand. “Looks like it.”
“Where are you going?” Sam asked.
“To have a shower! I feel disgusting!”
“That’s because Crowley’s in your head!”
“Shut it Dean!”
Luckily for the two of you, distance seemed to help, any thoughts then would be far and few between, but when Crowley got closer, it often became a tumbled mess that would make both of you flinch a little, earning you a share of concerned looks from Sam, Dean or Castiel, once he knew the situation.
“I don’t know how you haven’t found anything yet.” Castiel said one day to Crowley, who glared at him. “Surely a spell like this could be easily reversible?”
“Don’t you think that if I’d found anything, that I would have fixed this by now?” Crowley asked irritably. “It’s not like I’m keeping it intentionally.”
“At the moment it’s having some uses.” You added. “Especially if we need some help.”
“Not comforting,” Dean said. “Cas, do you think you can find anything?”
Crowley rolled his eyes. “Honestly, you would think I’m not trustworthy.”
“You’re not.” Sam, Dean and Castiel said at the same time, making you give a small smile and shake of your head.
Being connected to Crowley had given you a new appreciation of the demon, something you’d never admit to the others, but it was enough that you stopped the regular irritation usually shown in his presence.
Crowley knew this of course and his attitude had changed towards you as well, but only between the two of you.
I’d hate for them to think we’re actually working through this.
Working through it? You mean trying to constantly ignore each other’s thoughts while having a conversation with someone else?
Well, we are getting better at it, but that’s not what I meant.
I know.
Why do you enjoy vexing me so?
Because I know you enjoy it.
“I’ll see what I can find.” Castiel said. “There has to be some way, I’ve never heard of a witches spell being unbreakable before.”
“Clearly you’ve never met my mother…” Crowley muttered under his breath, earning a smile from you before he sighs. “Look, are you lot going to help me or not?”
After several months, still no solution had been found, but, apart from slight pain when being very close to one and another now, you and Crowley had gotten used to it for the most part.
Which really meant little in your current predicament.
“Well, at least the company is agreeable.” Crowley said from behind you.
“Now is really not the time for that Crowley.” You growled, struggling against the ropes on your wrists keeping you secured to a chair. Crowley was secured at your back, tied to a chair, in the middle of a devils trap.
“And here I was thinking that people made conversation when trapped together,” he said. “Thought it was only polite.”
You hang your head for a moment, trying to ignore the rush of thoughts that hit you. “Dammit Crowley, can we focus on getting out of here please? I don’t really feel like being taken out by a couple of deranged hunters.”
“Now you know how I feel.”
You huff and shake your head, looking up and around. “I can’t think straight when you’re around me.”
Crowley casts you a look back. “Do you think I feel any better?”
“Well, you could try and help!” You said a little angrily, tugging harder at the ropes.
“And you could stop panicking for two seconds.” You felt him move away and you looked back, finding him standing and brushing down his suit, his hands free. “How you lot get anything done when you react like that…”
You stare at him. “Crowley…”
He smiles and comes over, freeing your hands and helping you to your feet, taking a moment to look at the wounds on your wrist where they’d been rubbed raw.
“They’re fine, I’ve had a lot worse.” You said, tugging them free and then moving to the edge of trap, rubbing your foot through it to break the circle. “Now, let’s get out of here before Sam and Dean come bursting in and claiming they saved the day.”
“We can’t let that happen now can we?” Crowley walked over to the door, opening it without a thought even as you go to protest. “You stay here love, I want to know how our new little friends found out about our little shared gift.”
“And like I’m going to let you do that by yourself.” You said, quickly hurrying out the door before he can close it and lock it, which you knew he was about to try. “I’ve seen enough of what you can do to people over the last few months Crowley, I’m not about to be bothered by it now.”
Crowley tilts his head a little, but then smiles as you start cautiously down the hall, watching after you. I wouldn’t let the boys hear you say that.
If I repeated anything that went on your head, neither of them would ever trust me again. You shoot him back a grin. Now come on, I’m not about to let myself be caught twice by these arseholes.
Crowley chuckles and follows after you. You keep that up and they’ll start not trusting you.
I already have a suspicion that they don’t. Enough talking already, you are so distracting.
Does it bother you?
Do we have to discuss this now?
Only if you prefer to do it over dinner later.
You stop and glare back at him. How about one thing at a time? We sort this mess out, I answer your question and then you can tell me the truth about why you’ve kept the solution to this a secret.
I’d call that a fair deal.
Good, can we sort this out now?
Crowley grins from next to you as you reach a door and then hands you a gun from seemingly nowhere. “After you Y/N.”
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