#CROWLEY DARLING YOU GONNA BURN STOP-

[cloudsrust]

"I'll be your mirror" by Velvet Underground in Crowley's playlist -> I'm dead, discorporated, gone, reduced to a million of weeping atoms I'm-

Also the idea of Crowley diving into his Bentley after the "naked man friend" moment and just blasting Queen's "I'm in love with my car" to """get back""" at Azira while screaming inside (&outside) <- Real.

[mochiusagifanficchaos]

Crowley x Reader • You look like you've gone through hell•

Trigger Warning: mentions abuse and violence

This is an older fanfic I wrote some years ago but I still like the plot, please forgive me my shitty writing from back than 😂

A door slammed loudly and woke you up, angry footsteps followed and something was thrown to the ground, shattering on the wooden floor.

You flinched and looked at your alarm clock on your nightstand with sleepy eyes: 2 o'clock in the morning...

The door to the bedroom was slammed open and you already knew what was going to happen.

Scared you hid under your blanket, acting as if you would sleep.

But your boyfriend didn't care about it. He grabbed you by your shoulder and pushed you out of the bed: "Make me something to eat!", he ordered as you whined because you had hit the nightstand with your shoulder.

Without a word you stood up and went downstairs in the kitchen, making a Peanut-butter-jelly sandwich and placing it on the table.

You heard your boyfriend stomping down the stairs and mentally prepared for whatever he might get angry with you again.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!", he yelled, pointing at the sandwich and threw the plate to the ground. "A sandwich?! I'm hungry and you dare to make me a sandwich?!"

With every word he walked nearer to you and was now standing right before you. You could smell the alcohol he had been drinking like every night and didn't dare to look him in the eyes. Angry he pushed you and you fell backward, hitting the oven behind you once again.

"Go and get me a pizza."

With tears in your eyes, you rushed into the bathroom. Your reflection in the mirror showed a pale girl with deep eye rings, bruises all over your body and a skeleton like build.

Tears swell up again as you saw yourself in such a bad state.

As tears rolled down your cheeks you asked yourself how it had come to this. When it had started that he hit you. When the good times had stopped. You sobbed and buried your face in your hands.

"(Y/N)!", you could hear him yelling out of the living room. "Go, now!"

Sniffing you pulled yourself together, wiping the tears away, put some makeup on and tied your hair into a messy bun before you walked out of the bathroom again.

Your boyfriend was sitting on the couch, watching some sort of porn and had another bottle of beer in his hand.

You opened the front door and the cool air hit you, immediately crawling under your t-shirt and sweatpants.

Shivering you walked through the empty streets, passing closed stores and full bars.

In front of one bar, you suddenly felt the urge to stop. You knew it wasn't a good idea to go drinking now since your boyfriend would beat the crap out of you when you come back in the morning but you didn't care right now. Determined you opened the door and walked straight to the counter, you sat down on one of the stools and studied the small menu, not sure what you wanted to order to drink yourself away.

"Two Whiskeys, please.", a deep voice next to you ordered and the next second you had one in front of you. Wondering you turned around to get a look at the man next to you.

He looked handsome with his black suit and his bristly beard, on his lips played a charming smile and he looked at you with mysterious eyes.

"Hello, darling", he greeted you and sipped at his Whiskey.

Suddenly you recognized the man. It had been years since you met him and you had nearly forgotten him but now he was sitting in front of you: Crowley, the King of the Crossroads.

"May I ask your name?", he asked politely, it seemed like he didn't recognize you yet, no wonder because of the way you looked now.

" It's (Y/N).", you smiled weakly.

This name rang a bell in his head, he narrowed his eyes and stared at you for a second before he finally recognized you: "(Y/N)?? My god, what happened to you?"

"Ironically for the king of the crossroad to talk about god", you chuckled, trying to change the subject.

" It's King of hell now.", he corrected you with a haughty look and crooked smile.

"Oh,", you answered in surprise. "So you moved up the ladder, huh?", you swayed the Whiskey in your glass, watching the liquid swirl.

"Now tell me what had happened to you. You look like you've gone through hell, and I must know it."

Sighting you took a long drink from your Whiskey before you cleared your throat: "My boyfriend became a pisshead and found fun in beating me up."

That was all you had to say about it, it explained everything and you rather stayed short about your problems since you didn't want any pity.

You gulped the rest of the whiskey down and felt the familiar burning in your throat. Crowley passed you his glass and you took it thankfully.

His face got serious: "Why haven't you left him?"

"I couldn't.", you replied between sips. " He is the only one left in my life. I would have nowhere to go and if I go who knows what he might do to me."

He looked at you as if someone had hurt his puppy: "Do you still love him?"

You needed to think for a moment, it wasn't easy to answer this question. You still loved the man he had been, when you looked at old pictures you felt butterflies in your stomach but then you looked at him now and it felt like somebody was stabbing those butterflies, leaving nothing but an empty feeling and sadness.

"No..", you answered Crowley's question with a shaking voice and attempted to gulp the rest of the Whiskey down again but Crowley stopped you, taking the glass out of your hand and putting it back on the counter: " Don't waste the good stuff, darling."

You sighed again, running your fingers over your face and through your hair.

"You know, I could help you.", he stated and you huffed amused: " I'm still not gonna make a deal, Crowley."

"How sad...But I already doubt it.", he said and stood up.

A feeling of disappointment grew inside you as you heard him walk away.

Maybe you should have made a deal. Crowley's hell couldn't be worse than your hell on earth.

You flinched as suddenly someone placed his hand on your hip and a hot breath brushed your right ear: " I'm still going to help you, love.", Crowley behind you whispered.

Your body tingled at his touch and his low voice like it hasn't done in years.

It felt so much better than the burning of whiskey in your throat.

"And how do you wanna do that?", you finally asked as the wave of desire had finally stopped rushing over you.

"Let's say...", he lightly kissed your neck. "He fell down the stairs and broke his spine..."

Crowley knew exactly damn well which buttons he needed to push to get the reaction out of you he wanted.

You bit your lip and inhaled sharply.

"Why would you do that for me? What are you hoping to get in return?"

He chuckled: "Oh, I already did it."

And with that, his hand left your hip and he was gone, leaving you uncertain about if he had said the truth.

Back at home, you found your boyfriend lying on the floor, unconscious but still breathing.

You called an ambulance and they first wanted to take you with them to take a look at your bruises and wounds but you were able to shrug them off.

Now you were sitting on the couch, staring into the black tv screen and didn't know what to do.

Meanwhile, Crowley visited your boyfriend in the hospital, he appeared in his room with a cocky grin on the face and his hands in the pockets of his black suit.

"Hello, Zac." [Let's just call him Zac], Crowley greeted and Zac jumped in surprise, letting out a quiet scream.

"What the hell?!", he yelled and threw a glass after Crowley, but he easily eschewed it.

" That's where I come from, I'm impressed you noticed it so fast.", Crowley chuckled and Zac looked at him with terror as Crowley's eyes switched to red and back.

"I heard you will never be able to walk again. Must be worse for a football player."

Zac stared at him with furious eyes, not really getting where this was going.

Crowley calmly walked towards the bed, Zac was sitting on.

"I could give you your legs back. You would be able to walk again and play football", Crowley's smirk grew as he saw how Zac was thinking about it. "What do you think?"

"What do you want in return?"

"Your soul."

Zac eyes narrowed in disbelief: "H-how?"

"Oh, you don't have to do anything for it. I'm just gonna claim it someday.", Crowley licked his lips, already knowing that Zac was about to say yes.

"Okay, deal.", he finally said and Crowley grinned once again. "I still can't feel my legs. Isn't the deal sealed yet?"

"It's sealed with a kiss."

"No way!", Zac shouted and Crowley sighted: "Normally our girl demons do the boys but there was no one available today, sorry."

With a disgusted expression, Zac pressed his lips onto Crowley's and pulled away fast.

"It was a pleasure to make a deal with you.", Crowley said and disappeared again.

At home you still sat on the couch, staring blankly at the tv screen.

Suddenly you heard a rustle behind you and turned around, only to see Crowly standing in the kitchen.

He had lifted his right foot and looked at it grossed out: " I knew it wouldn't be neat and tidy here because I haven't announced that I would come over but I wouldn't have expected that.", he said and pointed at the pb&j sandwich which was now sticking under his shoe.

A giggle escaped your mouth and he smiled softly at you before he whipped the sandwich away.

"We don't have much time, darling. Zac will be here in at least one hour so we need to hurry.", he said and grabbed your coat from the closet next to the door.

" What, how? The doctors told me that he wouldn't be able to walk again.", you asked puzzled and stood up.

"I made a deal with him, he can walk again. Now get your favorite belongings so that we can go.", he explained to you and you looked at him in disbelief. " So you only 'helped' me to make a deal with him?", you asked angrily.

Crowley walked over to you and looked you deep in the eyes as he spoke: "No, the other way around, love. I made a deal with him to help you. He only got three days until I'll claim what is mine."

You bit your lip and quickly turned away, walking upstairs to pack a bag with your clothes.

'(Y/N), don't even think about it!', you thought to yourself. 'He's the King of Hell and only playing with you!'

A bit grumpy about yourself you threw your clothes in your bag, hurried in the bathroom to get all your stuff and then rushed down the stairs.

Crowley noticed the grumpy look on your face: "Everything okay, darling?"

"S-sure,", you stuttered. " We can go."

He narrowed his brows, questioning himself what might be up with you, then he showed you a piece of paper: "I wrote him a goodbye letter from you. Maybe this will stop him from searching for you."

Surprised you took and read it: "Dear Zac, I'm sorry but I can't live like this anymore. I wish you the best. Love, (Y/N)."

"Did I hit your tone?", he asked and you just nodded, placing the paper on the kitchen table.

Your eyes rested on an old picture from you and Zac. He had an arm around your shoulders and kissed you on the cheek.

It felt wrong for you to go now, to just leave him since you always hoped he would get better again. But deep inside you knew that you had lost him.

Crowley laid his hands on your shoulder and turned you around: "We need to go now. He doesn't deserve this look on your face.", he said caring and before you knew it he had teleported you with him.

A bit dizzy you looked around in the new room.

It smelled and looked like a hotel room, there was one small bed beside a window, a little nightstand next to it and another door on the opposite, you guessed that there would be a bathroom behind.

"This was the best I could get in this short time, I hope it's okay, my queen.", Crowley said as he scratched his head.

You walked over to the bed, acting like you overheard his nickname for you and placed your bag on it.

"It's fine, don't worry.", you answered and failed to hide a smile.

The way he cared for you was so sweet and made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

"Are you going to stay with me the next days?", you asked with a bit of hope in your voice.

" No, I have some business to do. I'm sorry, darling", he answered and you sighted in disappointment.

"But I'm going to leave two of my men here. They will watch after you and protect you from Zac."

He snapped his fingers and two men appeared in the room, next to the door.

Crowley walked over to you, bend forward and whispered in your ear: "Don't go outside alone and don't do something stupid. I know you. Be a good girl, for me, okay?"

Shivers ran down your body at his words and the way his breath hit your ear: "Okay..."

Your gaze rested on his lips as he returned to his upright position, suddenly feeling the burning desire to kiss him.

Little did you know that he felt the same way, but he turned around and grinned to himself.

"Watch after her and don't leave her alone.", he ordered his minions and they nodded.

Then he turned back to you: " I have to go now. Goodbye, darling.", he bowed slightly and disappeared.

Sighting you threw yourself on to the bed, exhausted and looked at the clock: 6 o'clock in the morning, no wonder that you were tired. As you tried to recall everything that had happened in the last hours, your eyes closed and you drifted off into a restless sleep.

A loud crash woke you up, someone groaned in pain and something fell to the ground.

It took you some seconds to realize that you weren't at home anymore and that this probably wasn't just a drunk Zac, but also a really angry one.

You jumped out of the bed, ready to defend yourself, sick of always letting him beat you up.

In the light of the lantern which shined through the window, you could see two bodies lying on the floor, they didn't move or made any sounds. Fear crawled under your skin as you realized that your bodyguards were dead.

You didn't know if Zac actually killed the demons or if they just left in fear.

"Hello, (Y/N).", he said and your muscles tensioned by his cold voice. "Why have you left me? Don't you love me anymore?"

With every step he made towards you, you took one back until you hit the wall behind you: "Leave... Leave me alone!", you stuttered, feeling your pulse rising as he stood so near to you. His hand grabbed you by your throat and pushed you against the wall, making it difficult for you to breath.

" You think you can just walk away from me? Just write a goodbye letter and be gone?", the pressure on your throat increased. "Oh, how wrong you were. I'm not gonna let you go, my princess."

Tears swell up in your eyes, hearing him using your old nickname.

Formerly, when he called you this you could hear his love for you in his voice, but now you could only here obsession.

"Please don't hurt me...", you whispered between short breaths and sobbing.

"I'm sorry, but you're the one who made this ugly.", he answered and the next second his first hit your stomach, knocking all the air out of your lungs before he pushed you to the ground.

Coughing you tried to get your breath back, the room around you was blurry and you couldn't straighten your upper body since your stomach hurt so much.

You heard him unbuckle his belt and flinched as he snapped the leather against each other.

He kneeled down in front of you and grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks: "Are you going to come back with me now?"

You thought about every option, but everyone was even worse than the one before.

'Crowley!', you screamed his name in your head, hoping that he would somehow hear you.

Zac shouted something but you didn't hear it, you tried to shut everything out, cried Crowley's name over and over again in your head and became numb of the pain as Zac hit you with his belt.

Suddenly the hitting stopped and everything was silent, scared you dared to look up.

Zac stood there with his arm raised, the belt in his hand.

Crowley stood behind him, holding his arm in place.

It was like the time had frozen at this moment.

You didn't dare to speak.

Zac, who had turned his head towards Crowley didn't dare to speak.

And Crowley, whose eyes were red, didn't need to speak.

"I could kill you.", he broke the silence. "I just need to snap my fingers and you would be dead."

Scared and angry Zac freed himself from Crowley's grip, letting the belt fall to the ground.

"Please don't, Crowley...", you begged with a shaky voice and stood up.

Both of you looked at each other, he felt your pain and it took him all he had to hold himself back.

"You know him?!", Zac suddenly yelled and you flinched. " Did I fell down the stairs because of you?! You made a deal with him, didn't you?"

Crowley answered for you before you even knew what to say: "No, she didn't. She wasn't as bloody stupid as you to make a deal with me. But you are right in one point, I'm responsible for your fall. And I hope it had hurt."

All the anger and hatred Crowley had for Zac swang in his voice as he spoke the last sentence.

"By the way, I just decided to claim your soul today.", Crowley started in an ice-cold voice and smiled evilly after he saw the fear crawling into Zac as he heard a loud growl from behind him.

"I would recommend you to run. My little hellhound is fast."

Juliet growled again, dangerously and Zac ran off, as fast as he could, slamming the door after him which Juliet tore down seconds after as she jumped through it.

It was silent again. You stared at the door in shock. Not sure if you were happy or sad about what just happened. Suddenly all the pain rushed over you, mentally and physically and the tears, which you were holding back for so long streamed down your cheeks. Loud sobbing you collapsed to the ground.

Crowley caught you, embracing you as you both sat on the ground now.

"It's okay, I'm here, no one can hurt you now.", he whispered calming as he held you in his arms.

Crying you pressed yourself against his chest, sobbing and sniffing and realizing that it wasn't just because of the pain, but also because of relief.

It was over.

You wouldn't come home to an angry boyfriend anymore who yelled at you every day and hit you.

You wouldn't come home in fear anymore.

You could finally live again.

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"Thank you...", you mumbled into his shirt as the tears stopped rolling down your face.

Crowley cupped your face between his hands as he lifted your chin to make you look at him.

Your cheeks were red and your eyes puffy, probably making you look like a fish but his eyes got softer and a small smile appeared on his lips.

Gently he placed a warm kiss on your forehead and then pulled you back into a tight embrace.

This time it was you who smiled. Sometimes actions do say more than words...❤

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Sooo, this was it!

I hope you enjoyed this one-shot, and yes I know, it's pretty long🙈 (I really didn't mean to write so much!)

The ending is separated by the way because I first wanted to finish it with the sentence "You could finally live again", but I thought some fluff at the end wouldn't be bad ;)

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Sending you all my love, thank you for reading! ❤❤❤

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[one-with-the-floor]

“Hold still.”

Aziraphale huffed and shifted on his knees.

“Hold.  Still.”

“Dear, I really don’t see the point—”

“Do you want me to stab you in the eye?”

The angel looked up to stare at him incredulously.  “Do I want you to—”

“No?  Great!  Then stop.  Moving.”

Aziraphale grumbled and rolled his eyes, but he sat back on his heels and let Crowley lean in to continue lining his eyelids.  “You know, angel,” Crowley said carefully, nudging Aziraphale’s face to the side where the light was better.  “You could’ve leaned into this whole immortal look when you got here, if you wanted.  It, ah.  Suits you.”  Aziraphale opened his mouth to speak, but Crowley poked him sharply in the shoulder.  “If you start talking now you will end up with kohl in your hair, I swear to Heaven, Aziraphale, this is a very delicate process.”

“I just—”

Crowley waved the brush towards his face in a clear threat.  Aziraphale stopped talking.

He worked in silence for a bit.  This was the tricky bit, the wing, where the liner swung out past the eye in a decorative sweep.  It took concentration even when he did it on himself, and he’d had decades of practice at that.  Aziraphale’s skin was a new challenge, different in its give and smoothness, different in the way the brush pulled or glided or tugged.  It didn’t help that he was so close; how was he supposed to think straight when he could smell Aziraphale’s soap, and feel his breath on his hands?

The brush nearly slipped, and he cursed under his breath.  The kohl was such a sharp contrast to Aziraphale’s pale skin, one little wobbly line would show clear as day.  Refocusing, he drew over it again.  There.  Even, smooth, perfect.  Worthy of the face it adorned, now.

Crowley sat back to see the full effect, and had to stop himself from gasping aloud.  Aziraphale looked breathtaking.  The blue of his skirt brought out the warm pink of his skin, and the gold jewelry Crowley had (gently) bullied him into just drew attention to his wrists, his hips, his beautiful soft collarbones.  He was absolutely stunning, and Crowley let himself stare, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide.  He could sit and look at this vision for centuries.

After a moment, Aziraphale’s forehead creased, his mouth drooped into a little pout, and he cracked one eye open.  When he saw Crowley had moved away from his face, he gave up pretending to be still.  “My dear?”

“Ngk!”  Crowley quickly forced his expression to cooperate already and shifted to turn away.  If he looked at Aziraphale much longer he just might start burning.

“Is it done, then?” Aziraphale asked, and Crowley glanced over just in time to grab his hand away from his face.

“Hell’s sake, angel, I just finished that, don’t touch it!”

“I just wanted to see—”

“You’re gonna see it by smudging it all over your face?”

“Oh, don’t be dramatic, it can’t be that bad.”

“You wanna test that?  ‘Cause really, angel, be my guest, but—erk—”  It was right then that Crowley realized he was still holding Aziraphale’s wrist, and he dropped it like his hand was burning as badly as his face.  “Ah… er, any—anyway.”  He turned away more fully this time, desperate to get the flames in his cheeks to shove off and leave him alone.  “I’ll just, um.  Here, yeah, just hold on a moment, I’ll do mine and then we can… uh, yeah, just a sec, won’t take long I can—”

A soft hand landed on his arm, and he froze in his tracks.  “Let me.”

“...what?”

With gentle fingers, Aziraphale turned him back around.  “Let me do it.”

Heaven, his eyes were lovely, he couldn’t so much as breathe in the glow of those eyes, how the hell was he supposed to string words together?  “Ngk, that’s—er, I mean—I don’t—”

Suddenly there was a kohl brush very close to his face.  “Hold still.”

“What—ANGEL!”  He smacked the brush away.  “Do you even know how to do it?”

Aziraphale shrugged, being frighteningly careless about where the brush was and coming very close to spilling the pot in his other hand.  “I’ve seen you do Moses’s how many times now?  It’ll be fine, my de—”

“You’re gonna get kohl all over me!  This is a new skirt, and I just washed my hair, I’m not having you—”

“Dearest.”  Aziraphale had no right sounding as amused as he did.  “I promise I will not get kohl on your skirt.  Or in your hair.”

“You… but you don’t…”

“I let you do mine.  Let me do yours.”

Crowley protested, and then grumbled, and may have whined a little in between, but after enough eye rolling and scoffing to last most humans a decade, he settled down and let Aziraphale start to paint his eyelids.

The kohl was cool against his skin, but Aziraphale’s hand cupping his jaw was warm even through the heat of his blush.  He was so gentle, smoothing the creases beside his eye with his thumb and tucking his fingertips just behind Crowley’s ear.  If Crowley hadn’t been so tense, he might have melted right where he sat.

And then he couldn’t stop himself from melting, because Aziraphale lifted his face to the sun and brushed his hair out of the way, and then he didn’t stop, just kept carding fingers through his hair with one hand while the other dragged kohl along his lashline.  It was still so new, the touching each other thing, and it nearly stopped Crowley’s heart every time.

Aziraphale’s thumb skated over his cheekbone, and Crowley revelled in the fact that he could feel the softness of his hand against the edge of his smile.  He did it again, and then he whispered.

“Oh, you beautiful thing.”

Crowley’s eyes fluttered open before he could remember they were supposed to stay closed.  Aziraphale was sitting back a little, the brush still in his hand as he gazed at Crowley with such solid intensity the demon really and truly thought this might be what the humans who went to heaven felt when they got there.

But then Aziraphale shook himself, and took a breath, and the intensity was gone.  “Sorry, darling,” he said, leaning back in.  “Nearly done, just close your eyes for me again.”  And Crowley was left to desperately hope he wasn’t close enough to hear his heart trying to hammer all the way through his chest to reach him.

“...angel?” Crowley eventually said, when he thought he’d be able to speak without his voice cracking.  He still couldn’t, as it turned out.

“Hmm?” Aziraphale responded, paying special attention to the corner of his left eye.

“I, um.  I meant it.  Earlier, when I said… when I said the, ah, that the immortal look suits you.  It does, it, um, ngk.  You—angel, you look really really good.”

Aziraphale hummed in response, and Crowley was so relieved he hadn’t burst into flame saying those words that it took him a moment to realize the angel sounded… unconvinced.  Aziraphale’s hand ran over his hair again.  “You’re too sweet, dear.”  He tilted his chin again, angling his face to the side, and Crowley went willingly even as he raced to catch up with what Aziraphale meant.  “But you’re the one who was meant for this, with your hair and your beautiful long legs and your cheekbones…  You’re perfect as a deity, Crowley, much more so than I could ever be.”

Crowley’s eyes flew open.  “Wait, angel—”

“There we are, all done.”  And Aziraphale was pulling away, scrambling back and leaving Crowley behind.  “I hope I didn’t… mess it up too badly.”

“Aziraphale—”

“Here, you should check it.”  Aziraphale thrust a copper mirror into his hands.  “Don’t worry if you want to fix it, I know I don’t really know what I’m doing, I won’t be offended.”  Crowley wanted to throw the mirror back into the void and take Aziraphale’s hands instead, get them to stop twitching and yanking at his skirt and make him look up from the ground and understand how absolutely serious Crowley was.  He almost did it, too, had the mirror in one hand ready to fling away, but then the sunlight caught and flashed on the metal and he glanced down, instinctively, and saw—

Oh.  Oh, wow.

What the fuck made Aziraphale think he wasn’t good at this?

The kohl around Crowley’s eyes was flawless, all smooth lines and a perfect, slim wing at the corner.  But that wasn’t even the half of it, Aziraphale had—heaven, Crowley never even did eyeshadow for himself, but Aziraphale had painted his eyelids a warm, pale green, fading lighter as it got closer to his nose.  Green was never a color Crowley would have picked, for anything, but it—he liked it.  Without even thinking, he knew he liked it.  The shade made his eyes look warmer.  Despite himself, despite everything, Crowley almost thought his eyes looked pretty like this.

“Aziraphale…” he said, not even trying to keep the awe out of his voice.  “The, it’s, ngk.  You—you gave me eyeshadow.”

“Oh, my dear, I’m so sorry, I got—a bit carried away, you can take it off, I just thought, with your hair—it looks so pretty in the sun, darling—”  Aziraphale’s hands were locked on the fabric of his skirt, and he was looking anywhere but at Crowley.  ”—and you, well, you picked a skirt that’s, that’s not black, for once, and I love the color, dear, that dark red looks absolutely lovely on you, so I just thought a little more color to tie it in with your eyes, because I really adore your eyes, so—”

“Aziraphale.”  Crowley jumped forward, putting himself at Aziraphale’s side so he could reach out and turn his face to look at him.  “Aziraphale, no, angel, that’s not what I meant.  I love it.”

Aziraphale’s eyes went wide, the kohl outlines making them even bigger.  “I… really?”

“Yes.  Yes, angel.  Thank you.”  He let his hand slide down Aziraphale’s cheek, careful not to smudge the eyeliner.  “And I meant what I said earlier.  You look…”  His voice caught on the word as his hand caught on Aziraphale’s jaw.  “Angel, you’re bloody gorgeous.”

Aziraphale blushed, and heaven above, that just made his curls glow brighter.  “Oh, my dear, I don’t know—”

“Oi!  Let me finish.”  That made him smile, at least, even if it was directed at the ground.  “Aziraphale, you were made for this.  Are—I mean you gotta be kidding me, angel, with your hair?  Your hair looks like a halo most days, if that’s not ethereal I dunno what is.  And fuck, you think my legs are good?  Fucksake, angel, my legs are sticks.  Your legs—heaven, Aziraphale, first time I saw your thighs I genuinely thought I was gonna discorporate.  You’re absolutely beautiful.”

Aziraphale looked up, finally, and his smile, even if it was small, was enough to light up the whole of the earth.  “...thank you,” he whispered, his hands no longer clutching his skirt but resting gently between his legs.  “My dear, thank you.  You’re so very lovely to me.”

Crowley leaned across the short distance to press a gentle kiss to Aziraphale’s cheek.  The angel turned away, but he was really smiling now, a little secret smirk meant just for them.  Crowley let his arm drop down to wrap around his shoulder.  “I mean it, angel.”

He saw Aziraphale peer back at him over his other shoulder and felt a soft grin on his own face.  “I mean it too, dear.  I really do.”

This is my submission for @whiteleyfoster‘s dtiys, which I did as a fic!  I adore Prince of Omens, so it was really fun to do something in that world!  [AO3 link]

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My writing snippets for Ghost Marriage, featuring Mar!

"How can you all be so cruel?! If we don't stop this, Idia is going to be forced marry someone he doesn't love and then he'll DIE!!"

"Since when were you such a bleeding heart, Mar? I thought you wouldn't want anything to do with all this."

"This is different. I've been in this position before..."

"What do you mean?"

"...A few years ago, my mother tried to set up an arranged marriage for me. Somehow my sisters managed to talk her out of it... But that time I spent thinking that I had no choice in who I spent the rest of my life with was torture, and I don't want Idia to have to experience that!"

~~

"I called all of you here to propose to the Ghost Bride!" Crowley announced.

"Propose?!" Mar felt her heart stop. These seven... propose to the Ghost Bride? It was just a ruse to banish her, but the thought of Jade proposing to someone made Mar sick to her stomach. No, not just proposing to someone, proposing to someone who wasn't her.

She'd never felt this way before, her chest was tight, burning hot and ice cold at the same time. Was it jealousy? Fear? She couldn't tell. No one would be getting married, Mar knew that, but what if the Ghost Bride accepted Jade's proposal? Would her heart be able to take it?

Stop, I have to calm down. If I get too emotional my true identity could slip out and that would be an even bigger disaster! I have to stay quiet on the sidelines, no matter what happens...

~~

"I want to apologize for Jade and Floyd's blunder. Jeeze, they don't even know how to treat a lady..."

"Oh I wouldn't say that-" Mar mumbled.

~~

"Azul, Cater, Deuce, and Lilia? No offense, but I don't think this group is gonna go any better than the last one."

~~

"Great Seven, none of you know how to talk to girls... Headmaster! I'd like to accompany the next group. Maybe I can help them out a little."

~~

"Why are you picking flowers?"

"A bouquet is a very important part of a proposal. There's no way the Bride would accept any of you empty-handed."

"I've been meaning to ask you, Mar. How do you know so much about girls and what they like?"

"I grew up listening to my sisters gushing and complaining about their partners and fiancés. I figured it out pretty quick."

~~

"Such disrespect! None of you are princely at all!"

Well, no one has succeeded so far. It seems I might have to take this into my own hands... Sorry you have to see this, Jade. Mar thought, sighing.

"Darling princess," she began. "Would you spare the time for one more humble suitor?"

"What is your name?" Mar dropped to one knee before the ghost, gently taking one of the princess' hands in her own.

"Mar Velour, Your Highness. I realize that I don't exactly fit within your princely ideals, but it would make me the happiest man in all the world if you were to give me your hand in marriage." She pulled out her magic pen and twirled it through the air, creating a sparkling butterfly that flitted around the pair and landed on the Bride's nose before disappearing in a rain of stars.

"Oh my!" She giggled.

"My love, I come from a long line of magicians, and I truly thought myself a master of the craft. But then I saw your face and you taught me a magic I never knew. I promise my heart to you and my power to your protection, and neither shall ever stray." Mar held out the bouquet she picked, looking hopefully into the ghost's eyes. "Please, would you marry me?"

The Bride stared back, eyes softening for a moment before becoming as hard and cold as steel.

"Mar, I am appalled that you would utter such a bold lie in front of not only me, but your classmates. And then claiming to love me when your heart clearly belongs to another? You should be ashamed of yourself!" A stinging pain spread across Mar's cheek as she felt her head jerk to the side. The Bride had slapped her.

A lie AND claiming to love her... Great Seven, she could tell!

~~

"So, Mar, what's this lie the Ghost Bride mentioned?" Azul asked.

"... I don't want to talk about it."

"You have to tell us something," Leona drawled, grinning lazily. "She singled you out for lying and already being in love. Go on, spill."

"I said I don't want to talk about it, Leona!"

"You two are oddly quiet," Azul glanced at the Leech twins. "Usually you'd go in for the kill as well."

"Not in the mood," Floyd moped. Jade tried to hide his grimace with a menacing grin.

"I'd hate to ruin the others' fun by ending it too quickly."

~~

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Floyd and Lilia chanted.

"Would you two shut up?! Idia will DIE if that happens!" Mar snapped.

[tragidean]

ocean front property [20.5k] (ao3)

A familiar mop of red hair stands on the porch, arms folded over her burgundy dress. She looks less than pleased, even at a distance, her scowl more recognizable than her face. “Darling,” Rowena calls from halfway across the clearing. She doesn’t make an attempt to move, and Dean doesn’t blame her. “I was in the middle of my mid-afternoon bath, and you—Oh, Tweety.”

Rowena runs—or, walks briskly, really—to meet Dean. He can’t stop walking, not now—not until he gets Castiel inside. “Walk, walk,” Dean says, automatic, and Rowena follows.

“I don’t know why, but I feel like apologies are in order,” she says, but Dean shakes his head. It’s not her fault. She tried to help with location spells and her own brand of magic, but nothing came of it. “How did you find him?”

Dean doesn’t answer. Doesn’t know if he can, actually. Rowena walks ahead, mud decorating the soles of her heels, and holds the door open, allowing Dean through. He could put Castiel on the dining table, but the couch is closer, and probably more comfortable. The minute Dean sets Castiel down—the minute he loses contact—he collapses to his knees, held upright only by Rowena’s steady hands.

“Easy, easy,” she soothes, helping him sit. The room spins. An inhuman sob rips its way free from his lungs. “It’s alright, handsome. You brought him back.”

“I cut off his wings,” Dean croaks. Tears scorch his face; all he wants to do is drown in them. “I cut him down, and he fell, and—”

Rowena shushes him with a soft breath. Kneeling, she pulls him against her, his head pressing into the front of her dress. She’s warm, so unlike Castiel, so unlike his heart, now shattered like the wings he left behind. “You did what you had to,” she says, petting through his hair. “I’d do the same, if it were someone I loved.”

Love. Love. What Dean feels isn’t love. It goes beyond that, deeper, richer. Castiel is tattooed on his body and soul, and now he’s dying, and Dean can’t live without him.

Reluctantly, Dean pulls away from Rowena’s embrace and looks at Castiel’s body, at the near-invisible rise and fall of his chest. Gently—more tender than Dean has ever seen her—Rowena takes one of Castiel’s hands and turns his palm. Her brow furrows, lips pursed in thought. “How did you find him again, dear?”

Dean rests his forehead against the couch cushion, closing his eyes. Light hurts—breathing, even worse. “I’ve been having… visions,” he admits, for the first time in months. Not even Sam knows, and the last time he met up with Rowena, he had wanted to say something. “I’ve just felt… cold, ever since he left, and I keep seeing shit, things I can’t even describe, like… One minute, I’ll be standing somewhere, and the next, I’m in a void, and there’s screaming, and wings, and… And last week, I got a call. Someone said they found him, but when I got here, ‘found’ turned into ‘holding him captive,’ and I got… Two demons tried to kill me.” A breath. “They said they had him, and I believed them.”

Low, Rowena hums, then tsks. “I trust you killed them?”

“Course,” Dean mutters. “Not before they tried to rip out my kidney.”

“That saves me from having to interrogate them myself,” Rowena chirps. “My methods are a bit more unorthodox, as you’ve seen.”

Of course Dean has seen—Rowena sicced Castiel on him over a year ago, and nearly killed him in the process. “You know what they mean? The…” He waves at Castiel’s hand.

“It’s a binding spell,” Rowena confirms, although slightly unsure. “It’s old magic, though. Older than my time, I’m afraid.” She pauses and holds both of Castiel’s hands, observing the marks side by side. Her face sours, just what Dean wants to see. “Oh, this is a cruel one.”

Great—just great. All at once, the breath leaves his lungs, and the worst settles into his brain. This is it—Castiel really is dying, and there’s no way he can bring him back, not this time. God and Amara are hands off, and no amount of prayer will convince them to resurrect an angel just because Dean wants them to. “Rowena, don’t make me beg.”

“I hate to rip the Band-aid off, dearie, but there’s no cure.”

Just like that—in those few words, Dean’s life might as well be over. All of the words left unsaid slip through his fingers, out of his grasp. The last words he ever heard Castiel speak were in a graveyard—and Dean might as well have buried him months ago, and he never said goodbye. “There’s gotta be something,” he croaks, burying his face in the cushions. He can’t look at her. If he tries, he might scream, or fight her, or break, like he’s always feared. “Some way to reverse it. Hell, call Crowley, he’d probably—”

“He knows nothing of this,” Rowena snaps, then corrects herself. “Fergus was never an angel. Neither was I, but I can read the tomes. I understand things ordinary witches could never even dream, and these runes, they’re meant to rot his body. They’ve contained his Grace so that by the time he freed himself, he wouldn't have a body to go back to.” She lowers her hand, petting through Dean’s hair. “The most I can do is break the runes. It might help if you let him touch you, just so he knows you’re there.”

“There’s nothing you can do?” Dean asks, brittle. He looks up, but not much higher than Castiel’s chest. Rowena must pity him, or else she wouldn't be here. There’s nothing for her to gain out of this, other than watching an angel die. He can’t die, Dean thinks. His tears might as well be flames, burning trails down his face. “You can’t just—You can’t just sit there and let him die, he didn’t—”

“I don’t want him to die any more than you.” Kneeling, Rowena taps her nails to his cheeks. “But you have to face the fact that he might not survive. If you have any amends to make, I’d say them now while he can hear you.”

Rowena doesn’t waste time. Part of Dean is grateful, while the other half wishes she never answered him. Dean offers her his knife and watches her draw a sigil into each hand and foot, counteracting the marks engraved into his skin. The lines spark and close, leaving behind unblemished skin. Still, Castiel sleeps, never once making a sound, even after Rowena offers her condolences and leaves.

Hunger grips Dean’s stomach. Yet, he can’t fathom ever eating again, or doing anything other than holding Castiel’s hand in his own. Dean kisses his fingertips, his breath little more than a shudder. “You gotta come back to me,” he whispers, his words shattered. “You can’t leave me like this. I was—I was gonna come back to you. Me and Amara, we worked it out, and I was coming home. I was gonna tell you, and Sam said you were just… You disappeared. And I tried so hard to find you, I did everything I could.

“You've gotta believe me, man.” Dean shudders. An idea crosses his mind. Quickly, he jerks up his shirt sleeve and grabs Castiel’s wrist, pressing Castiel’s palm to the silvered mark branded into his shoulder. But nothing happens—that, more than anything, breaks Dean’s heart that last final inch. “Don’t do this to me. We had time, we had…”

Don’t make me lose you, his soul cries. Castiel doesn’t answer, and Dean bows his head, slumped into the couch. I love you too much to watch you die.

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[thewolfswriting]

The Dangers Of A Demon Chapter 7

Pairings: Demon Alpha!Dean x Katarina Morgan (Omega OC)

Word count: 1,006

Chapter Warnings: kidnapping, Tad bit of violence

Taglist: @charmed-asylum ​

Divider By: @firefly-graphics

The Omega groaned as she slowly opened her eyes and rubbed the back of her neck where it hurt. Looking around she realized she wasn't in the bunker, but in a cell with stone walls, stone ceiling, and stone floor.

She sat there not remembering what had actually happened and how she got there. The only thing she remembered was what happened before.

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It was like any other day at the bunker. The two Alphas out on a hunt while Katarina stayed there until they got back. A place where it was supposed to be safe for her.

"You're sure you'll be fine until I come back?" Castiel stayed behind to watch over her but another Angel called out for Castiel's help he couldn't turn it down.

"I'll be fine Cas I promise. Go."

The Beta thought for a second, knowing he shouldn't be leaving her alone and Dean would have a fit if he ever found out. But he couldn't pass up another Angel needing his help.

"I'll be back as soon as I can."

---

She groaned in pain at the strong yet painful kick her daughter gave her. The pup currently still growing inside her must've known something was going on because she was never that active in movement until now.

"Oh darling, you're finally awake." Said a man with a British accent in a black suit.

Katarina turned to the man who stood on the other side of the cell "Who are you? Where am I?"

"Forgive me, where are my manners. My name is Crowley darling and you're in hell." That name. The Omega has heard it before.

Finally, the memory of how she got to hell came back to her.

---

The sun and breeze of July felt good on Katarina's skin as she walked in the patch of woods not far from the bunker. She couldn't remember the last time she had taken a walk by herself. The only time she was allowed outside was when Dean, Sam, or Castiel was with her. It was due to the paranoia of Dean, something everybody knew. The Alpha would throw a fit if he found out she was left by herself let alone outside.

The sound of a few snapping twigs drew her attention and turned to see the person stepping out from behind a tree right in front of her with black eyes.

"You shouldn't be out here all alone."

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am." The unknown demon took some steps forward "I've only come for you. I've come to collect for Crowley."

Panic flooded her body as she ran back towards the bunker. Stopping in front of a tree she tried to catch her breath with her heart pumping in her chest.

"I love a good game." The unknown demon called out "I will catch you."

Looking forward she saw the bunker in sight just out of the woods, only a few feet away.

Before she could even take a step the last thing she felt was a fist connecting with the back of her neck and her sight going black.

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"You left her alone!"

"Dean, I'm sorry-"

"Sorry isn't gonna cut it! My Omega is gone and we don't know who took her or where she is! Katarina was not to be left alone!" The Alpha was fuming.

"It's clear Crowley sent one of his demons after she and I agree with Dean. Katarina shouldn't have been left alone." The younger Alpha chimed in.

"I may know where she might be."

---

"Why am I here?"

"Oh, yes about that. You're aware when Dean was a demon he was hired to kill you and clearly, he didn't. Once I found out you're still alive I captured you and bought you here to carry out the duty myself."

"So that's it? After you capture me you'll kill me and my baby?" The Omega put on her best brave face but it was clear that on the inside she was scared for more her pup than herself.

"About that. I won't kill your pup after I dispose of you myself, I'll have one of my demons possess your dead body to keep your pup alive. Depending on what your child is, I might just raise it."

Her pup's kicking became stronger, more painful and the scar on her neck burned. Dean was calling out to her and he was getting close "You can't kill me. I'm a mated Omega. Only unmated Omega's get killed by the demons you hire."

"It's not me that hires them. The person that does seems to not care whether you're mated or not. Dean had a job and he didn't do it. You're his weakest link now."

"My Alpha will come for me and when he does he will kill you without a second thought."

Before Crowley could say a word the screams of his demons could be heard from the cells. The scar on the Omega's neck felt like it was on fire.

"I told you he would come for me."

With golden eyes, Dean withdrew the angel blade from the demon and let it fall to the ground. Since the three arrived in hell for Katarina he's been on a rampage since and killed whatever got in his way.

Sniffing the air he followed her scent until he reached the stone cells. Once finding the cell she's in he growled angrily at what he just saw. Crowley holding a knife to his mate's neck.

"Don't take another step. If you do she dies."

Without a second thought, Dean aimed threw the angel blade at Crowley, stabbing the King of Hell in the chest. Crowley's body and the knife fell to the ground.

"Mega, are you alright?" Dean asked while stepping forward.

That's when she felt it. The wet sensation between her legs. She gasped in pain, reaching a hand into her jeans to feel down below When she withdrew her hand is covered in crimson. Just as she thought.

"The baby is coming."

[hoboal87]

Elastic Heart Chapter Thirteen

Title : Elastic Heart - Crowley

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Crowley, Cordelia Y/L/N

Pairing(s): Sam x Reader

Summary: Y/N and Cordy have started to settle into their new home when an enemy of Sam and Dean knocks on their door.

Word Count: 7.2k

Warnings: cursing, angst, TW: Torture (physical and mental), threats against a child, threats of kidnapping, CROWLEY IS NOT A NICE DUDE

A/N: Series is mostly canon compliant, taking place during season 8/9. For the purposes of this fic Sam was born in ‘84 instead of '83.

A/N 2: Please read the warnings! 

A/N 3: This chapter uses dialogue from 8x23 “Sacrifice”

Beta’d by @deanwinchesterswitch​

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Chapter Thirteen - Crowley

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” His gravelly voice sends shivers down my spine. He doesn’t wait for me to answer, stepping over the threshold into my home. He looks around for a moment, a smug grin creeping across his face. “Moose and Squirrel thought they could hide you from me, but as always, they underestimate me.”

I’m unable to stop him as he moves further into the house. My eyes dart to the kitchen, hoping that Cordy stays in there until I can get this stranger out of the house. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Maybe the rumors aren’t true.” There’s a twinge of disappointment in his voice.

Rumors? “What do you want?”

“Oh, Y/N, I don’t even know where to start.” My heart stops at his use of my name. He lets out a low, breathy chuckle. “Squirrel’s head on a platter, Moose under my command, serving in his rightful place, and you’re going to help me get what I want.”

“Who are you?” I ask, trying to cover the fear in my voice.

“Name’s Crowley.” He walks into my living room, his voice is calm, but underneath I can sense he’s dangerous. “Been watching you for some time now, Y/N, since before you left that godforsaken town in Texas, lucky for you, I’m a patient man.” He’s been watching me? “It’s fate, darling, that you’re in Lawrence. Surely you know this is the same town in which he was born, where his mother died?” I don’t answer. “Now, the only family he has left is in the same place his family fell apart.”

“Y/N,” Cordy comes out from the kitchen. The man’s eyes widen at the sight of her, a look of smugness washes over his face. “Who is it?”

“Cordy,” I try my best to keep all worry out of my voice. I have to get her out of the house, “how about you go over to Ms. Cynthia’s and play with Ava?” I try to keep my voice steady, not wanting to alarm her.

“This must be her.” His eyes narrow on Cordy. “She’s the spitting image of him; how no one put it together sooner is beyond me.” A sly smile creeps over his face. “Hello sweetie, you can call me Uncle Crowley.”

Her eyes dart between the man and me, and she doesn’t move. I move towards Cordy, and I can feel the man’s eyes on me, watching my every step.

“Cordelia Mary, look at me,” I say, pulling her attention back to me. “Go over and play with Ava, I’ll come over to get you in a little while.”

She hesitates, and I keep a fake smile on my face as she makes her way towards the front door. She stops in front of me. “I don’t want to leave you, Y/N,” Cordy whispers, throwing her arms around my waist, holding on to me tightly.

“Yes, Y/N, let her stay,” he taunts, taking another step closer to us. “I do love to play.”

I gently pry her arms off of me and guide her out the front door. She stands on the porch for a moment, watching as I do everything to mask my fear.

He leans in whispering in my ear, “I could snap her neck like a twig.” Panic fills me as he stares into my eyes. I can feel them watering, and I nod slightly.

“Stay at Ava’s until I come and get you. You don’t have to worry about me.” I close the gap between us, lower myself down to meet her eye-level, and wrap my arms tight around her. “Remember what Sam told you? About the angels?” She nods. “Then you have nothing to worry about.”

She takes a step back, and I give her a reassuring smile. I can feel Crowley behind me, watching as Cordy walks to Cynthia’s across the street. As soon as I see the door open and she disappears into the house, I let out a strangled breath. When I turn around, he’s only inches away and takes a step to the side; with a flick of his fingers, the door behind me slams shut. My heart drops, and I turn back around, desperately trying to open it. He chuckles at my attempts, before yanking me away.

“Whatever you want, leave her out of it,” I say with all the courage I can muster. “I don’t know who you think we are-”

“You’re exactly who I think you are, darling,” he says sharply. “I didn’t believe my source at first, thought she was sending me on some wild goose chase, but there is no denying it. That is the child of Sam Winchester.”

“She’s not–” I splutter, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“There’s no point in lying, darling.” He sighs, rolling his eyes. “There’s been quite enough of that already,“ he laughs snidely. "Angels weren’t the only ones keeping tabs on you.”

“Who are you? What do you want from us?”

“I hate repeating myself,” he growls. “Crowley, King of Hell.” He snaps his fingers, and I’m forced into a chair, unable to move. “You and that little bastard Winchester, are going to help me get what I want.”

“Fuck you.” I spit out. I squirm against the chair, trying with all my strength to move, but as hard as I try, I can’t fight my way out. Castiel, if you can hear me, I’m in trouble, and I need your help.

“Feisty one, aren’t we?” he quips. “I like a girl with a little fight in her.”

I continue to struggle against the invisible force holding me down. He disappears for a moment, and when he returns, he’s holding a bottle of amber liquid and glass.

“In a moment such as this, one needs a drink,” he declares while filling the glass. “You, my dear, are going to be in for such a treat. Nothing brings me more joy than watching the Winchesters suffer.”

“They won’t let you hurt me. They’ll be here any second, and they’ll stop you.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that, darling.” He leans forward, a smug smile forming on his lips. “My sources tell me that those morons aren’t aware that you’re in Lawrence. They’re under the impression that you’re still in Weldon.” He brings the glass to his lips, taking a sip. “Tsk tsk tsk. I could move you across the country before they even realize you’re gone. Or maybe,” he takes another drink, “I’ll just leave your body for them to find, that is, whatever’s left.”

“Fuck you.”

“Very well then, perhaps I’ll go to your neighbors and have a chat with little Cordelia,” he smirks, and I can feel the blood drain from my face. “You’ll find I can be very persuasive.”

“Don’t.” My heart is thudding in my chest. “You even go near her and I’ll–”

“You’ll what, darling?” He grins slyly and produces a long silver blade, admiring it as he slices through the air. My eyes widen as I suck in a nervous breath. “Now, are you going to do as you’re told?”

Cas, if you can hear me, I need your help.

I clench my jaw and don’t respond, trying to hold my own against him. He’s out of the chair and in front of me instantly, holding the blade against my throat. I whimper as I feel a trickle of blood flow down my neck.

“I asked you a question, Y/N. Are you going to cooperate?” I nod defeatedly. “Good girl. You’re going to convince those idiot Winchesters to hand something over to me, something that belongs to me. Understood?”

“Why me?” I mumble, hoping that I can stall him until Cas answers my prayers. “We don’t– we’re not hunters, we’re not in that life.”

“That’s what makes this even more delicious,” He brings the glass to his lips and takes a sip. “If you were, you’d know how to ward your home, keep things like me out. Moose just left you vulnerable to any sort of attack.” His words sting; I keep telling myself that there isn’t any truth to it. “It’s usually the first thing they teach someone, Devil’s Trap, simple enough for anyone to learn. Would’ve kept me from doing this.” He snaps his fingers, and pain radiates throughout my body. His eyes narrow as I silently struggle. “Interesting.”

He snaps again, and the pain slowly dissipates, before rising again. He repeats this over and over for what feels like hours. I’m a sobbing mess when he finally stops. Please, Cas.

“You know, our boy Sam has been getting his hands very dirty for quite some time now, and you two may be the only things that can keep him in line. You see, darling, you’re what they call leverage.” He finishes the glass and pours himself another drink. “If you’re not enough, little Cordelia may be the exact motivation those piles of flannel need.” His phone rings, pulling his attention away from me; he stares at it for a moment before looking back in my direction. “Do as you’re told, darling.” He taps a button on the phone and lays it down on the arm of his chair. “Moose! I was wondering when you’d finally call.”

“We’re finishing the Trials, Crowley. There’s nothing you can do to stop us.” The sound of Sam’s voice through the small speaker fills me with a temporary sense of relief.

“Are you sure about that? Because I’ve been having quite the lovely chat with someone who may be able to convince you otherwise. Say ‘hello,’ darling.” Crowley walks towards me, holding the phone out until it’s in front of me.

“Whatever you’re trying to pull, it isn’t gonna work.” Crowley’s eyes narrow as he watches me react to Sam’s voice on the phone. “It’s over, you lose.” Crowley arches an eyebrow and smiles at me. He’s enjoying this.

“Cooperate, darling,” Crowley hisses, waiting for me to speak. “Not talking, eh? We can fix that.” He growls, and suddenly a burning sensation spreads from my shoulder to my fingertips, as some invisible force pulls it into an unnatural position. I bite my lip to keep from screaming, doing everything I can not to give him the satisfaction of knowing the pain I’m in. “Oh, I like this one, Moose. She’s tougher than she looks. Let’s see what we can do about that.” Crowley looks at me pointedly for a moment, and his lips curl.

Before I can comprehend what he’s smiling about, the force on my arm increases. Tears fill my eyes, and the taste of copper fills my mouth as I bite the inside of my cheek, desperately trying not to give in to Crowley’s demands.

“I wish you could see the look on her face. She’s trying so hard to be strong. But…” Another pull on my arm, snaps the bone, and I scream, unable to do anything else. “I always get what I want.”

“SAM!” I barely recognize my voice as I shriek out his name.

“Y/N/N?!” His voice is faint through the buzzing in my ears. I let out a sob as the pain radiates through me. “Is that you? Talk to me, baby, let me know you’re okay.”

“It’s her, Sam.” My vision has blurred, but I can still make out the smug smile on Crowley’s face. “Did you really think you could keep Y/N and that little bastard of yours hidden from me?”

“Stay away from them!” Sam’s voice roars through the phone speaker.

“Too late for that one, Moose. I don’t know why I didn’t think of using them sooner. Tommy never stood a chance. Tell me, what was it like staring into Sarah’s face as she took her last breath? Knowing you allowed another child to be raised without their mother? You won’t see Y/N’s, and who knows what’ll happen to little Cordelia.”

“No, no, no,” I whimper. Crowley lets out a low, breathy chuckle as he continues torturing me with his words. Castiel, I need your help.

“I have connections everywhere, boys, you should know that by now. But can you imagine my surprise when Y/N and Cordelia show up at the only place I have one of my plants in a hundred miles? That’s serendipitous.”

“You go anywhere near her, and I swear to God–” Sam threatens, voice full of anger and frustration.

“You’ll what?” Crowley snaps his fingers, and it feels like white-hot pokers are being dragged along my veins. “You think you can stop me from doing this?” I scream out again as his knife slashes across my skin.

“Take your hands off of her!”

“Oh, believe me, Samantha, if my hands were on her, you’d know.”

He snaps again, and I let out a shaky breath as the pain subsides. I know it won’t last long. Crowley’s getting off on torturing me both physically and mentally. I try to prepare myself for whatever he may do or say next. The sudden sound of a dog growling somewhere from behind startles me, and I turn away in disgust as a rancid puff of air wafts across my cheek.

“You know, I’m quite disappointed in you,” sarcasm bleeds from his lips. “Knocking up some small-town girl, then just walking away? That’s not a move I’d expect from you, Samuel. But the pièce de résistance? Walking away without leaving some sort of protection for your whore and the little bastard. You know what’s stopping me from getting Cordelia?” Crowley’s eyes narrow on me, “nothing, except the fact that I want you to listen as I rip Y/N’s last breath from her. Come to think of it, maybe I’ll go to the neighbor’s house and bring Cordelia back here. Let her watch as I slit Y/N’s throat.”

“Y/N/N, don’t listen to him,” Sam’s voice cuts through the air. “Whatever he says, you can’t believe him. Demons lie. We’re– I’m gonna stop him.”

“I’d love to see you try,” Crowley sneers. “Tell me, do you even know where your precious Y/N and Cordelia are?”

“O-of course,” Sam stammers. Suddenly, I’m aware of the fact that I did the one thing I promised Sam I wouldn’t do, I took Cordy and left. Crowley’s baiting him, and he’s falling for it.

“Kansas,” my voice is weak, barely above a whisper, and every logical part of my brain is telling me that Sam can’t hear me, but I try to tell him anyway. “We’re in La-”

I feel a grip around my throat, cutting off my air supply as I try to choke out the words.

“Ah, ah, ah, darling,” Crowley berates me. “Let’s not spoil the surprise, shall we?

“Le- go,” I beg him, “pl- any-”

“What was that? Did you say anything, darling?” Still unable to speak, I nod in response. “That is a poor choice of words.” Crowley sets the phone down, saunters over and pats the air next to my shoulder, “stand down, Juliet.” The growling fades away as he leans in closer and grabs me by the hair, yanking my head back. “I could have you tied down and gagged, begging for death, and while I’d be happy to oblige, it wouldn’t quite scratch the itch.

“Maybe I should have one of my demons possess you,” Crowley eyes the charm hanging around my neck and lowers his voice. “Jolly Green would never suspect such a thing. He’d be so happy to have you back. Then, when the time is just right, I’d have you watch as he dies by your hand. Can you imagine the look on his face, watching the love of his life slice him open? You’d be a captive audience, allowed to watch as he draws his last breath, feel the warmth of his blood as it flows from his wounds, maybe even get a little taste. Squirrel would be devastated. There’s nothing that he wants more than for Moose to get his happy ending. Watching him unravel as he realizes there’s no way to bring back his precious Sammy? Well, that would be simply sublime.” He lets go of me and takes another drink from the glass. “No demon will deal with him, not again. Sam Winchester will be dead, for good this time.”

“This time?” I gasp as the pressure on my throat is released.

“Ah, it seems those flannel-wearing idiots haven’t shared everything with you. Can’t say I blame them, that lumberjack has died so many times, who can keep track?” He lets out a dry laugh, and I close my eyes in a desperate attempt to calm myself. “Surely he told you how he let Lucifer out of his cage in Hell? No? Or how he let Dean rot away in Purgatory for a year?”

The anger in Sam’s voice is almost palpable as it booms through the small phone, and I tilt my head, almost expecting to see him standing next to the chair. He alternates between threatening Crowley and begging me not to listen to the demon. Crowley continues to ramble, and I try not to react to his goading, hoping I can keep him talking until Cas shows up.

“Samantha tried to live a normal life.” Crowley walks over and picks up the phone. “Surely, he told you about the girl he gave up everything for?” I want to scream, tell him to shut up, and I can see the joy spread across his face as he riles me up. “C’mon Sam, tell us all about the girl that made you leave everything you’ve ever known. I’m sure Y/N is just dying to know why you chose another woman over her. Over your daughter.”

“I– I didn’t. Y/N/N, please, you can’t believe him. When all of this is over, I’ll explain everything.”

“I think we’d all love to hear it, Moose. Come now, share with the class,” Crowley intones. “Better yet, explain to Dean just how easy it was for you to walk away. You didn’t even think twice about it, did you? Just left poor Kevin to the wolves, so to speak. Dean was fighting for his life, and you were living in Texas with a girl and a dog.”

Sam’s breaths come hard and fast as he sputters out denials. Dean’s muffled ‘motherfucker’ filters through the discord.

“He was so close, darling, only a few hours away, and yet, he didn’t even bother to contact you, did he? No, Samantha found some other little whore to fill the emptiness. Gave up looking for his brother, for her. Gave up a life of hunting for her.”

I keep repeating Sam’s words in my head, demons lie.

“He didn’t do that for you, did he? No, he ran away.”

“He didn’t– it wasn’t his fault,” I argue feebly, not sure if I’m trying to convince him or myself. “He loves me; he wouldn’t have left if he’d known-”

“Are you sure about that, darling?”

“Y/N, don’t listen to him,” the low timbre of Dean’s voice comes through the phone.

“We’d been keeping track of Y/N for years,” Sam and Dean are silent. “Oh, boys, did you think that Feathers and all those other idiot angels were the only ones who knew about Y/N? That’s just naive. You know Lilith was planning on using her next if Ruby couldn’t get the job done?”

“Fuck you,” Sam growls. “Leave her alone, Crowley.”

“Didn’t tell her about Ruby, either? You just love keeping your secrets, don’t you?” Crowley’s lips curl as Sam goes silent. “Got you nice and addicted to-”

“Shut it, Crowley!”

“You had so many chances to track her down. Admit it; you hadn’t thought about Y/N in years. If you had, it wouldn’t have taken ten years and a Shtriga to get you back to that one-horse town. We thought Jessica’s death would’ve sent you running back, but no, your unhealthy, co-dependent relationship with your brother and need for revenge consumed every part of you, didn’t it, Sam? Every choice you made after that took you further away from Y/N.”

I remember Sam saying he dreamt of Jessica’s death. Did he know that this was gonna happen? That Crowley would come after us? I knew he wasn’t telling me something, but I never realized just how dangerous the monsters that Sam fought could be, and apparently, he decided not to warn me. Crowley is making a point that I don’t want to believe: Sam chose to stay away for all those years.

“Alright, Boris, enough with the monologuing.” Dean’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. "Y/N, listen to me; whatever Crowley tells you, you can’t believe a word he says.”

“Let her hear it from the source then,” Crowley says with a coy grin. “Tell us, Sam. Tell Y/N why you never came back, why you chose girl after girl instead of her?”

“It wasn’t like that, Y/N.” Sam’s voice is filled with desperation. Crowley’s baiting him, and he’s falling for it. “I always wanted to come back to you-to our family.”

“Your family,” Crowley mocks Sam. “Rumors about a Winchester child went around for years.“ Crowley directs his next comments to me. "But no one could find her; someone went to great lengths to cover up her existence. Had a spell of protection cast over her shortly after she was born. Lucky for me, it was only a matter of time before you crossed paths with that lumbering idiot again.”

“Fuck you,” I mutter.

“Eloquent, aren’t we?” Crowley chuckles. “You know, I’m normally much more patient, but when I heard about the trials, I just knew it was time to act. All I had to do was give Samantha a nudge here, a well-placed article there, et voila, it was like taking candy from a baby,” Crowley refills his glass. “One of my lieutenants was already in place when those two heaping piles of flannel crossed the town’s lines. You still had so much resentment for your parents you didn’t even notice the change in your father’s behavior, did you, Y/N? Would you like to know the real cause of that accident?”

Crowley sneers as I cut him off with a scream. “No!”

“Oh, yes, darling. Sometimes you just have to pull the strings of fate in the right direction,” he snaps his fingers once again, sending lightning bolts of pain coursing through me. “Now let’s talk about the little one, should I bring her back and let her watch you die? Or should I leave your body for her to find?”

Panic replaces the pain coursing through me, and each breath becomes harder to take. “Maybe, I’ll just turn her into one of my loyal followers.”

No, no, no. I can see the pleasure Crowley takes in my fear. Sam’s voice rings out tense and full of condemnation as he continues to yell at Crowley.

“I’d have little Cordelia calling me ‘father’ in no time, it would be the ultimate power.”

My body vibrates with rage as he releases his hold. “You stay away from her. I’ll kill you if you lay a finger on her.”

“There it is.” There’s a smugness in his voice. “I see now exactly why Sam chose you. I didn’t at first, but now, with your mama bear instincts coming out? You are the perfect vessel to carry on the Winchester bloodline. Crowley turns his focus back to the phone in his hand. “What’s it gonna be, boys? You’ve got two minutes to make your decision. Finish the Trials, or save your precious family.”

The tightness around my throat returns, slowly cutting off my air supply. Please, Cas, help.

“We’ll deal. You stop, we’ll stop.” I can practically hear Sam pacing the floor of whatever room he is in. “Now, let her go.”

“First, we must discuss terms, gigantor. I want the Demon Tablet, the whole Demon Tablet. Then we’ll talk about what to do with the girls.” After several moments of strained silence, Crowley grows impatient. “Tick-tock, boys. Little Cordelia could walk in on us at any moment. I’d hate for her to have to watch her mother die. It’s an awful thing, isn’t it, Moose? Watching someone you love die right before your eyes.”

“Fine, then we get the angel tablet,” Dean’s voice fills the air.

“On what grounds?” Crowley argues.

“On the grounds that you’re a douchebag, and no one should have that much power.”

“Fine. Now about Y/N and the little one,” Crowley’s lips curl as I feel my throat closing.

“They’ve got nothing to do with any of this, we’ve agreed to your terms, now let Y/N go.”

“You’re right, Y/N doesn’t, but that doesn’t mean I can’t use her in every depraved way I can think of, have a bit of fun with her.”

“Fuck you,” Sam snarls, “if you even think about laying a finger on her, I’ll kill you and every fucking demon that gets in my way.”

“Such a flirt, Samantha. Your dear Y/N is running out of time, and you want foreplay? I’m touched. Once she’s gone, little Cordelia will be mine for the taking. Azazel had the right idea; I could make myself a child-army. I wonder, Sam, did she inherit your predilection for demon blood?”

“Listen here, you son of a bitch.”

“No, you listen. You will stop the Trials and give me the tablet, or Moose’s whore is gonna bite the dust. What’s more important? Completing the trials or letting Y/N die? Will you let her become another innocent casualty in your quest to save the world? It’s up to you, Sasquatch, what’s it going to be?”

“Let me talk to her, Crowley,” Sam’s voice cuts through the haziness of my brain.

“You don’t trust me, Moose? I’m hurt.”

“Prove to me that she’s still alive.” Crowley rolls his eyes, and the grip on my neck loosens. I gasp for air as he brings the phone closer to me. “Y/N/N, talk to me, please, baby.” I choke back a sob. “C’mon Y/N/N, let me know you’re okay.”

“S-m,” I plead, “don- g- Cordy.“ Crowley lets out a deep chuckle.

“Y/N/N, you’re gonna be okay. I’m not gonna let him hurt you or Corie.”

“One minute.”

Tears press against my eyes, and I try to blink them away, not wanting Crowley to see my weakness.

“Maybe I’ll kill the little one first.” He rubs his thumb against my cheek, brushing away the traitorous tear that slipped free. “Let Y/N watch as I slit her throat.” Crowley’s voice is apathetic as it continues to torture me with his words. “Or maybe I’ll just take her with me to Hell; every child needs a father. Start her reprogramming immediately. She’s young enough. I’m sure within a few months, I could make her do anything I want. Now, shall I have her kill you or Squirrel first?”

“Fuck you,” Sam growls.

“Ah, the Winchester Wit, do you think Cordelia has that same mastery of language you have? Keep it up, and you’ll never know. Thirty seconds, Moose.“

Please, Castiel. I continue to pray silently as my vision begins to blur.

"I’ll stop the trials,” Sam mumbles, his voice so low I can barely understand him.

“What was that? Louder, Sam, so that Y/N can hear you.”

“I’ll stop,” Sam huffs, “now let her go.”

“I just need two little words from you,“ Crowley’s lips curve into a sneer, and he narrows his eyes back on the phone. "I surrender.”

Crowley’s fingers curl around nothing, and the pressure around my neck becomes unbearable. My heart is pounding in my chest, and my lungs are burning as my vision tunnels, darkness consuming it, but my only thought is for Cordy. Sam’s voice comes low through the phone, but I can’t make out his words.

Before the darkness completely takes over, the tightness around my neck loosens, and I take in long deep breaths, coughing as I exhale. Crowley is still wearing a smug smile; Sam must’ve told him what he wanted to hear.

"Pleasure doing business with you, boys.” Crowley ends the call and pockets the phone before turning his attention back on me. “This wasn’t personal; you mustn’t believe it was.” He sounds almost remorseful as he brings his attention back to me. “You and the little one were just a means to an end.” With a snap of his fingers, I find myself free from the unseen restraints. “As long as Moose and Squirrel keep up their end, my demons will stay away from you and Cordelia.” Crowley moves to place a hand on my shoulder.

“Touch me, and I’ll kill you,” I growl at him, adrenaline still pumping through me.

“Careful, darling. It may not have been about you, but I meant what I said. I’ll do things to you that will make you wish for death. The boys may have made a deal, but you didn’t. You could be in worse shape.”

“Why?” I mutter. “Why us?”

“I told you, darling, nothing motivates a Winchester better than threatening someone they love. Sam Winchester’s daughter and his former flame? You are the ultimate bargaining chips…”

I tune him out as my mind begins to race. This—this is the very reason why John wanted Sam to stay away. The reason why we could never be together. Dean said it himself, Crowley was using Cordy and me to get to him and Sam. I should’ve never told him the truth. I should’ve let him believe whatever John said to him that night.

“…next generation of Winchesters. Take care, darling.” he disappears before my eyes, leaving me alone in the empty house. My legs wobble as I stand, and I hold on to the furniture to keep myself upright. I make it to the front walkway before my legs give out, and I collapse against the wall, uncontrollable sobs leaving me.

I cradle my arm against my chest, and pain radiates from my shoulder with the slightest movement. I know I need a doctor. I foolishly pray to Cas again. Why would Sam tell me to pray to him if it wasn’t going to work? I should’ve known better than to trust that some angel was going to appear to save me.

Every instinct is telling me to go straight to Cordy and wrap her in my arms. I need to know that she is safe, that Crowley didn’t go after her anyway. Crowley said he had connections everywhere. Could Cynthia or Tom be possessed? Did sending her away do more harm than good? My mind is swimming with worry for her safety.

My legs shake as I stand back up, and I compose myself as best I can. I wrap my arm as carefully in a large ace bandage, wanting to shield Cordy from the aftermath as much as I can. I’m walking towards the door when I hear a light rapping, and panic starts filling my body again. Crowley had just proven to me that anyone or anything could walk into our house, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice fills the air. “It’s Cynthia; Cordy asked me to come check on you.”

I open the door just enough to peer out to confirm it is Cynthia standing there. I pull Sam’s necklace over my head and pass it through the opening, “can you put this on, please?” I say through the small space, Cynthia looks at me curiously but complies. I wait a moment to see if there is any kind of reaction before letting out a relieved sigh and opening the door wider.

“Y/N!” Cynthia exclaims as she takes in my disheveled appearance. “What happened?”

The night of the werewolf attack replays in my head, and how much it pained me to lie about what happened then, how I have to lie again.

“Me and my two left feet,” I lie and let out a weak laugh. “Tried to break my fall, and landed bad,” I shake my head and try to keep my voice as steady as I can.

“Hon,” she takes another step forward, gently grabbing my arm. An involuntary hiss leaves me, and tears fill my eyes. Her eyes land on the dried blood, where Crowley lacerated my shoulder. “A fall wouldn’t cause that.” A choked sob leaves me; I don’t know how to lie my way out of this. “I think you need to let me take you to the hospital.”

“I c-can’t ask you to do t-that, Cynthia.” I shake my head. I hate being this helpless. “Cordy, I need to see Cordy.”

“Cordy’s fine, Y/N,” she walks me over to the couch. “She and Ava are watching a movie.” She looks me over again; concern etched on her face. “Whatever happened, Y/N, you can tell me,” Cynthia softens her voice. “If someone attacked you–”

“No one attacked me,” I lie again, knowing I can’t tell her the truth. Cynthia frowns, doubtful of what I’m telling her. I pick something as close to the truth as I can. “When I was a teenager, I survived an animal attack,” I sigh.

“Oh, hon, I’m sorry.” Cynthia reaches for my hand and gives it a squeeze.

“I’m mostly okay, but it caused me to start having panic attacks. Most of the time, I can calm myself down before they get really bad,” I gage her reaction. “But, my usual methods weren’t working, and I didn’t want Cordy to see me like that, that’s why I sent her over,” she nods as if she understands. “I was trying to get upstairs so that I could take my medication, and that’s when I fell.”

“That doesn’t explain the cuts on your shoulder and neck, Y/N,” she gently pries.

“It’s nothing, really,” I mumble, shaking my head. Cynthia’s forehead wrinkles, and her eyebrows furrow, but she doesn’t question me further. I lean my head back, and when I close my eyes, Cordy’s worried face is the only thing I can see. My heart begins to race, and each breath becomes harder to take. “Cordy!”

“She’s at my house, Y/N,” Cynthia attempts to calm me, but I jerk away when she reaches out. “Look at me, Y/N,” she demands softly, “where’s your medicine? Upstairs?”

I nod, mumbling “bathroom, sertraline,” in between ragged breaths. Cynthia returns with the bottle and a glass of water before I even realize that she’d left. She hands me two pills along with the glass, making sure that my trembling hand has a firm grip on it before sitting down. Once I swallow the medicine, Cynthia takes the glass from me and sets it on the coffee table. She squeezes my hand reassuringly and quietly sits next to me until my breathing begins to even out, and tensed muscles start to relax.

“Let me take you to the hospital, Y/N, I insist.”

By the time Cynthia and I are back from the hospital, it’s almost midnight. My arm is wrapped in a cast and perched in a sling. Cynthia walks us into my living room, setting a white bag with pain medicine on the coffee table. She props pillows behind me as I take a seat before her phone rings. She steps away, and I gather she’s talking to her husband, saying she doesn’t know when she’ll be home and that Cordy would be staying over.

“I can go get her,” I stand up from the couch as Cynthia walks back towards me, putting her phone away. “I don’t want to be a bother to you any more than I already have tonight.”

“Y/N, please,” Cynthia gently reaches for my good arm. “You need rest, and Cordy’s sleeping already. Let her stay over; it’s only going to worry her more if you come and get her in the middle of the night.”

“Are you sure? I know we haven’t gotten the chance to really know each other yet–”

“Y/N,” Cynthia lifts her hand to stop me. “You’re a single mom, and new around here, and you’ve already had a rough night. I’ve been there, and believe me, I know how hard it can be. Can I call anyone for you?” She asks as she retrieves a pill from the orange bottle, and I shake my head. “No family?” I shake my head again as she hands me one, and I swallow it dry. “No one at all?”

“It’s just the two of us,” my eyes drift over to a silver picture frame. “I’m an only child. My parents died in a car accident a few months ago. Cordy was in the car with them when it happened.”

“My God,” Cynthia gasps. “Y/N, I– I can’t imagine.”

“Thank you, we’re still adjusting, my parents–” I debate whether telling her the whole story. Maybe another time. “They were my whole support system.”

“What about Cordy’s dad? Is he around?”

“I don’t want to talk about her dad,” I snap back at her unintentionally.

“I’m sorry,” Cynthia’s face pinks up with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Guilt rises in me, it’s an innocent enough question, and I know she doesn’t mean to cause the reaction in me that it does. “No, please don’t apologize, you didn’t know. Cordy’s dad and me, it’s–”

“Complicated?”

“To put it mildly,” I let out a small chuckle, and we both relax. “He wants to be a part of our lives, but his job takes him all over the country, and Cordy needs stability in her life, not a dad who comes and goes.”

She lets out a sigh. “Like I said, Y/N, I’ve been there. If you ever want to talk about it, please don’t hesitate.”

Cynthia stays with me for another hour before going home and promising to send Cordy back first thing in the morning. I’m making my way up to my bedroom when I hear a rustling. My whole body tenses, knowing that just like before, I have no way of stopping another monster or demon from walking into my house. I turn around and see Cas standing in the front walkway, and for a moment, I relax.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t have come sooner, Y/N,” Cas’ face remains unreadable as the two times I’d seen him before. As I close the distance between us, my relief is instantly replaced with rage. “But, I was otherwise engaged–” I cut him off with a slap to the face.

“You were ‘otherwise engaged’? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I shout as I ball up my fist and pound it against Cas’ chest. “Sam said you would come if I prayed to you! Why didn’t you come? Didn’t you hear it?”

“Yes,” His face and voice stay emotionless. “The situation seemed to be under control.”

“Under control?” My face hardens, and I clench my jaw. It takes all of my willpower not to hit him again. “You call me being attacked in my own home, mine and my daughter lives being threatened ‘under control’? He tortured me just to get to Sam.”

“We had no reason to believe that Crowley was going to come after you. We were told by higher authorities that the demons weren’t aware of you or Cordelia. Clearly, they were incorrect.”

“Clearly,” I scoff and take a few steps back.

“I understand you’re upset, Y/N,” Cas responds coldly, speaking only in statements of fact. “Sam and Dean will have Crowley in their grasp soon enough; they won’t let him harm you or Cordelia. You must understand, Y/N, this is for the greater good.”

“The greater good is not my concern, Cas. The only thing I care about is my daughter. Do you know what he said to me? What he told me he would do to me? To Cordy?”

“I am sorry, Y/N. The angels assured us you were never in any real danger. If you were, I would have interceded sooner.”

“No real danger?” I gesture to my injured arm, “You call this no danger?”

“I can fix that,” he says and reaches out to touch my forehead.

“Don’t you fucking touch me,” I slap his hand away. “I can’t believe I ever thought that I could have a normal life with Sam,” I say more to myself than Cas. “He says he wants to protect us, but how is he gonna do that?” I’m rambling, and Cas stands to the side watching.

“Crowley was only using you to get to Sam and Dean,” Cas says as if it should give me some sort of comfort.

“You don’t think I know that, Cas?” I snap back. “He told me. I will not allow my daughter to be used as a way to keep Sam and Dean under control. We will not be pawns in whatever game they are playing at. We’re done. I’m done. Two months ago, Sam scared me enough to think he would hurt me intentionally, and now I find out that they are letting people die, just so what? What is so important that they would let that happen? Tell me, Cas,” I demand.

“Sam,” Cas hesitates. “Sam is completing a series of tests, and when they’re completed, it will seal up the gates of Hell. Crowley doesn’t want that; he needs Earth to fuel his deals and keep his demons satisfied. Ever since he found out about the Trials, Crowley has been doing everything he can to stop Sam from finishing them. I don’t know how he found out about you or Cordelia.“

“It doesn’t matter,” I mumble. “He knows, and I’m done with all of you, angels, demons, fucking werewolves, and soul-eaters. If fate was going to bring Sam and me back together, just for this to happen, then fuck fate.”

“Y/N, if I’d have thought that you were in danger, I would’ve been here with you tonight and not allowed Crowley to step through the door.” There’s a sincerity in his voice that I had yet to hear. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you better.”

“You didn’t protect me at all, Cas.” I throw his words back at him. “None of you did. If I would’ve known something like this would happen, I would’ve lied to Sam.” I let my emotions drive my next words. “I’m done with all of it. All of you. Just leave.”

“I am putting up warding around your house. Neither Crowley nor any other demon will not be able to step inside. I am sorry, Y/N, it was never our intention for any harm to come to you.”

“Sure,” I huff, trying to fight back my tears. “I’m supposed to believe you now? After what happened tonight?”

“I give you my word, Y/N. You and Cordelia will be under my protection from now on.”

“Somehow, I don’t find any comfort in that, Cas,” I grumble. “Please, get out of my house.”

“Y/N,” Cas softens his voice; it’s almost soothing. “I will never ignore another prayer from you or Cordelia.”

“I can’t–” I choke out. “Please, go.”

“You are safe now, Y/N. Both of you are safe.” Cas hesitantly nods and reaches out, gently squeezing my shoulder before vanishing with a rush of air.

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The Princess of Hell - Part 1

This is my first time writing so I hope you guys like it. This will be a Supernatural x archangel reader. It will be a series that will start in season 10. So basically its about the reader being an archangel joining the supernatural. I’m still thinking if I should include romantic interest.

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 " I still think this is an absurd idea!" Crowley argued, his frown and voice deeper than usual. As their footsteps echoed throughout the empty hallway in hell.

 "This is our only choice, if what Metatron said is true about it being God level magic, this is the only way"

 "I admit it's a risky plan but if it's the only thing that will help Dean..." Castiel said as they glance at the said man. Dean was remaining quiet throughout the whole ordeal, despite it concerning him.

"Do you know why no demons nor prince of hell dare wake her up? Because she's the damn princess of hell, hell’s angel, the next bad thing to Lucifer himself!" Crowley nearly shouted just to get his opinion drilled into the three idiots who might plan to release another evil in the world. Unfortunately those idiots are stubborn as hell.

"Is that the only reason Crowley? Or is it because she will threaten your position as the king of hell?" Sam suspiciously asked. All eyes then land on Crowley, who were walking in front of the group.

"...well, that’s another reason .....but that's not the point!" Crowley subtly explained before he realize what he was about to say to the younger Winchester.

 "as soon as we get what we want from her, we can just reverse the spell and let her fall asleep again” Sam said, letting Crowley’s remark slide as Crowley come into a complete stop in front of them.

"Here we are lads, it’s not too late to change your minds and run back” Crowley said as they all admire the double door, decorated in black gems and such in front of them.

"What are you waiting for? Open it" Dean impatiently said, his first words ever since they come into hell. Crowley just rolled his eyes and nonchalantly took out a key out of his pocket.

The moment Crowley twist open the key, the door made rumbling sounds as it creaks open revealing a hallway as torches light up one by one, leading to another door, but this time the door looks old and broken.

The group walk through the hallway in silence, all of them preparing for whatever that might greet them. Dean look back behind his shoulder, waiting Sam and Castiel’s nod of approval before he twists the doorknob open.

The door opened up to reveal a very large room contrary to the small door outside. And despite it being hell, the room was all white, with one bed in the middle. the only source of light in the room was the moon that can only be seen through the large window behind the bed.

But despite all this, the group's eyes only focus on the person or rather archangel sleeping on the bed. It was almost like the fairy tale, sleeping beauty. Her hair laid on the pillow carefully like a water flowing through. Her face held nothing but peacefulness and nothing more. The white sheets of the bed compliment her pale skin and red lips.

The group just stare at her for a half a second before they all snapped out of it.

"Well I'll be damned, Didn't expect the princess to be such a beauty" Crowley remark, his voice heavy with accent. He continued to stare at her, she was clearly different than what the rumors say about her. While the king of hell is busy admiring the archangel, the boys and the angel worked for the spell and trap.

"Are we ready?"

Sam asked as he look around the room. Checking one last time for everything. The handcuffs were secured on her hands, and a ring of burning holy fire surrounding the bed just in case and of course the ingredients and spell needed to wake her up.

Without further ado. Sam started the spell. Carefully and precisely saying each word, everyone held their breath as Sam spoke the last of word of the spell, they wait for something or anything to happen.

"Did you say the spell right?" Castiel asked when nothing un-ordinary seems to be happening.

"Yes! I don't know what went wrong" Sam said panicking as he read the spell one more time.

"I guess we're back to zero" Dean dejectedly said, disappointed. After all, she was their last chance on removing the mark. But when all hopes seems lost,a groan come from her, all eyes immediately shift towards her form on the bed.

You flutter your eyes open as a familiar ceiling greeted you and an unfamiliar burning sensation surrounding your body. With a groan you sat up on the bed only to find your hands bind together and the bed surround in what you assumed as a burning holy oil. Four unfamiliar beings surround you.

Two were humans, an angel and a demon.

"Who the hell dares to wake me up?!" You threaten as a yawn escape your mouth, then you glare at them causing them to stand stiff. All of them were on guard, but the heavy atmosphere disappeared as soon as you said your next words.

 "…is that what I'm supposed to say?" You playfully asked as you rub away your eyes of sleep. The Four men confuse or too stunned to even do anything. You certainly were not what they were expecting.

"What the hell’s going on? No pun intended. What year is it? Castiel? What are you doing in hell? What are you guys doing in here? Did you wake me up? Where's Azazel anyway? His supposed to keep anyone out of here"

 You fired questions one after another, as you look around the room. It looks exactly as the last time you remember it, except for the fire and the strangers.

 "We...ah....needed your help" Sam was the first to speak as he cleared his throat and asked you as he was the first one to recover from your bombardment of questions.

“You needed my help so you woke me up but here you were cuffing me with this and trapping me in fire?" You mumbled as you put up your hands and examined the handcuffs decorated with different runes, preventing you from using your grace. despite not speaking for a long time, your voice was not hoarse at all.

 "We can explain for that" Sam awkwardly mumbled and look at Castiel for help,

"Y/N" 

Castiel called you gaining your attention immediately. last time you met him his vessel was a woman.

"Castiel, it's been such a long time, I guess. As much as I want to catch up with you, may I asked first where’s Azazel?"

 "His dead...for a very long time" Castiel replied as they all watch your face turn from confusion into a cold one.

 "Hmm I see, that explain why you...ah ..things get in here, then whose in charge now?"

 "That would be me, darling. My names Crowley, the King of hell" Crowley proudly introduced himself as he step forward and smiled at you, all fear seems to have been lost with your carefree vibe.

 "I dont care either way who’s in charge in hell, my condition was simple. no one, and I mean no one bothers me, I made sure to tell every creature there is what would happen if they so much breath an air in this room, so why the actual hell are these puny things doing in here?”

 Your words suddenly turn cold and sends shivers down theirs spines, your eyes turn into red but soon fade due to the handcuffs, all the while you continue to glare at him, Crowley gulp and seems taken aback, he then look at the others with the ‘ I told you its a bad idea’ look.

 “Y/N, we didn’t mean to disturb you. We just need to asked you a question and after that we can put you back to sleep again”

 Castiel calmly explain as the flame start to died down. You stare at the angel for a long time, debating inside your head on what to do, Castiel was a soldier you can trust, that much you can assure. But not knowing what had been happening for so long and what the hell is happening, you can’t help but be suspicious.

 In the end you decided to trust your instinct, You took a deep sigh and close your eyes to calm down.

 “Alright, but first tell me whats have been happening while I was asleep?”

 “where do you want to start?”

 “did the apocalypse already happened? Or if not forget what I said”

 With the word apocalypse everyone exchange looks before they start explaining what happened for the last few years. Sam and Dean stopping the apocalypse, Castiel opening the purgatory,  the leviathans, the almost opening of gates of hell, the fall of the angels and of course the Mark of Cain, the very reason they woke you up in the first place.

 “..and Metatron said removing the mark is God level magic or Lucifer level, but we can’t exactly asked Lucifer for help, you’re the only archangel available”

 Sam finished, while he sat in front of you, Dean beside him taking a sip of a bottled beer and Catiel beside you listening the whole time. In the middle of Sam’s story of them saving the world countless times, Crowley got bored and decided to snap the four of you back to what they call bunker. And of course you’re still in handcuffs, the boys have too much trust issues to let you free.

 While everyone awaits for your reaction or any kind of response, you just blankly stared at the air, processing everything that had happened. They were expecting a response such as about your brothers death or a snarky remark but what come out of your mouth definitely was not what they expected.

 “What does demon blood taste like?”  You asked Sam, the seriousness and curiosity in your eyes catching them of guard.

 “he just told you everything and that’s what your gonna asked?” Castiel glance at you while you just shrug your shoulders and grinned at them.

 “what? I’m curious”

 “Told you shes another odd ball” Dean mumbled to Sam as he took another sip of his beer.

 “anyway, can you remove the mark?” Sam asked after giving his brother a bitch face.

 “are you crazy, Metatron just said its Lucifer level magic, do I look like Lucifer?”

 You wittingly remark as you took the bottle of beer and sniff it only to frown from the strong scent, while they exchange look, you were definitely different than your brothers.

 “but you know how? Right?” Sam carefully asked, his hope in saving his brother getting dimmer and dimmer every second.

 “hmm maybe? What in it for me?”  You tease as you grinned at them.

 “you tell us or we’ll send your dead body back to hell” Dean snapped as he slammed his hands into the table. Startling you a little, seeing the seriousness in everybody, you decided to help them out, besides you got a feeling that you shouldn’t get on Dean’s bad side.

 “That's not possible, If you even manage to kill me I’ll definitely go to the empty and what you’ll toss in hell is my vessel” You wittingly replied but one look from everybody, you immediately cleared your throat.

“ it’s actually fairly easy...” you started as everyone attentively listen. “...you just have to kill Sam”

 Everyone have been too stunned to say anything, the atmosphere had become heavy as Dean glance at Sam who also glace at him, as if their asking each other. But the tense atmosphere broke as your giggles filled the library.

 “I’m just joking”

 Dean was about to jump over the table and probably punch you, Luckily Sam and Cass stop him. Now Dean takes back what he though about you being different from your douche bags brothers, you’re just as annoying as your them.

 “Stop joking around!”

 “you can’t take a joke can you? I don’t really know about the mark in case you don’t know when I was created Lucifer already have that mark, can you believe that my first memory was my four brothers damn faces looking at me like I’m some kind of a dog and I was –“

“you’re getting side track, so you can’t remove the mark?” Castiel asked as he cut you off.

“let me finish, I can’t remove the mark but theirs this spell that specifically removes damnation, someone mentioned about it to me a very long time ago about a nun who went crazy and wrote spells with her own skin and blood”

“who told you about that?” Castiel asked his curiosity getting the best of him.

“My vessel was a nun, you know gossips between nuns"

You playfully grinned as Castiel nod in understanding while Dean watch in disgust with the exchange between you two.

 “you mean the book of the damned” Sam excitedly asked, seems like hope was definitely not loss.

 “bingo!” you cheerfully sang, reminding them of a certain archangel.

 “Charlie is on her way to check that out, I’ll give her a call” Sam excitedly asked as he stood up and went out of the library, leaving you with an angry Dean and a socially awkward angel.

“and your willing to tell us this because?” Dean asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes on you.

“hmm I wonder”  You childishly answered back as you attempt to took a piece of a pie but Dean slap your hand away causing you to pout.

“give me one! I told you that valuable information you know!” you angrily snapped at him as you attempt to take another pie but Dean took the entire plate of pie away from you.

“nothing in this world is free, there must be some catch why you’re telling us this” he demanded, glaring back at you.

“you ungrateful brat, why can’t you just be thankful that I even told you that, drop dead!”

“that’s it! Cass take the spell, were gonna force her to sleep again” Dean said as he put the pie away from you and started to make his way towards you.

“what! No! I don’t want to!” your eyes widen as you heard his plan to bring you back to hell, so with all your strength you ran away from the opposite direction.

“calm down both of you!” Castiel intervene as Sam entered the the library to see you running away, hands bind in cuffs as Dean chase you away followed by Castiel.

“what the hells going on” Sam said asked in disbelief as you ran towards him and hide behind him, his towering height completely blocking you from Dean. Dean immediately getting his brother away from you.

“get away Sam, were gonna send that bitch back to sleep!” Dean angrily said while glaring daggers at you.

“I don’t want to!” you shouted back as you peak behind Sam. 

“wait Dean” Sam asked as he turn around to face you while Dean calm down, for now. 

“why don’t you want to go back to sleep? You got pretty angry when we woke you up” Sam softly asked. you don’t have any obligation to answer him but Sam’s puppy eyes and soft voice somehow convinces you that it’s okay. 

“I don’t have any reason to sleep anymore” You barely whispered but everyone still manage to hear. 

“why did you even sleep in the first place?” Cass asked

“...at that time, it was the most favorable option” you answered back while you took your original seat again.  

“what do you mean?” 

“you wouldn't understand”

“try us”

Sam urge you and somehow deep inside you, someone was telling you that’s it’s okay to tell them, that’s there is nothing to worry about. 

“I was scared, or more like traumatized. Seeing my brothers fight each other to death was too much” you started as you look down at your lap, remembering memories you thought you would never again have to remember. 

“If you’ve only seen how much hate they have with each other how much destruction they've cause. The apocalypse had been set for a very long time, it was inevitable...” you continued not noticing Sam glancing at Dean in understanding. 

“...and I didn’t think I can bear to watch them kill each other again, so I look for a spell to allow me to sleep for a very long time, with that I won’t have to watch them kill each other or watch the end of the world” you finish as you await everyone’s comment on how cowardly it was or whatever, but instead Sam’s comforting hands was place on your head, ruffling your hair.  

“you’re just like Gabriel”

you don’t know what or how,  but somehow your heart feels warm. The Winchesters think it was a good idea to keep you in the bunker rather than letting you free out there, after all, you’re still a fallen archangel, plus they’re not sure whether to trust you or not, especially Dean. 

“Sammy?!” Dean called, his voice echoing throughout the bunker. 

“In here!” Sam answered back, Dean followed his voice in the kitchen. 

“we have a cas-wait! Is that my shirt?! And my pie?!” he start but as soon as his eyes landed on you, his anger definitely skyrocketed. 

“ah yeah, I don’t have any clothes I don’t think you’ll appreciate me walking around naked” you calmly replied while being sarcastic. 

“Sam! She’s wearing my Clothes!” Dean complained to Sam, like a kid complaining to his mother. 

“Dean, it’s just a shirt, you have plenty of those” Sam explained, as he take his eyes away from his laptop for a second to look at the older Winchester. 

“why not your shirt?!” Dean depended, definitely not please of you wearing his clothes.

“my clothes are too big for her” 

“shes eating my pie, Sammy! Nobody eats my pie! Why are you even eating, you’re an angel, angels don’t eat!” Dean angrily said pointing at you. 

“correction, I’m an Archangel, we don’t eat but we can, this doesn’t taste like anything but I like the way it feels in my mouth, it’s soft” 

“Sam!”

“Dean, it’s okay”

[a-zira-fell]

Every Queen song in Good Omens but instead it’s The Beatles

OKAY @queerdove made a Good Omens but instead of Queen it’s Taylor Swift playlist, followed by @crowleyraejepsen‘s instead of Queen it’s Carly Rae Jepsen, followed by @gaydolin‘s instead of Queen it’s MIKA, which caused @anthonycrowley to do Every Queen Song But It’s Hozier. Then @mysterioussinkhole did Every Queen Song But It’s The Mountain Goats, @dykecrowley did Every Queen Song But My Chemical Romance, and iconically, @liquidhellandco made Every Queen song in Good Omens but it’s a song from one of the Twilight movie soundtracks Given that after all this time I’m still a slut for The Beatles, I decided to jump on the bandwagon. Here goes: 

Bohemian Rhapsody (Crowley’s entrance) / Magical Mystery Tour (Roll up for the Mystery Tour / Roll up / They've got everything you need / Roll up for the Mystery Tour / Roll up / Satisfaction guaranteed / Roll up for the Mystery Tour)

It’s a Hard Life (Crowley on his war to and from the convent) / Help! (Help me if you can, I'm feeling down / And I do appreciate you being round / Help me get my feet back on the ground / Won't you please, please help me)

These Are the Days of Our Lives (Crowley and Aziraphale driving) / The End (And in the end / The love you take / Is equal to the love you make)

Bicycle Race (Crowley hits Anathema with his car) / With A Little Help From My Friends (Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends / mmh, I get high with a little help from my friends / mmh, gonna try with a little help from my friends)

You’re My Best Friend (Crowley arrives at the burning bookshop) / In My Life (But of all these friends and lovers / There is no one compares with you / And these memories lose their meaning / When I think of love as something new)

Somebody to Love (Crowley leaving the burning bookshop) / Oh! Darling (Oh! Darling, if you leave me / I'll never make it alone / Believe me when I beg you / Don't ever leave me alone / When you told me you didn't need me anymore / Well you know I nearly broke down and cried)

Another One Bites the Dust (Crowley stuck in traffic + M25 presentation in Hell) /  Revolution – Love Version (You say you got a real solution / Well, you know / We'd all love to see the plan / You ask me for a contribution / Well, you know / We're doing what we can / But if you want money for people with minds that hate / All I can tell is brother you have to wait)

I’m In Love with My Car (the M25) / You Never Give Me Your Money (One sweet dream / Pick up the bags and get in the limousine / Soon we'll be away from here / Step on the gas and wipe that tear away)

We Will Rock You (Crowley’s airbase entrance) / Helter Skelter  (When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide / Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride / Till I get to the bottom and I see you again)

Lazing On A Sunday Afternoon (Ice cream in the wrong bodies) / Octopus’s Garden

BONUS: A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square /  Here Comes The Sun (Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces / Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here / Here comes the sun / Here comes the sun, and I say / It's all right)

PLAYLIST

EDIT: I added ‘Lazing On A Sunday Afternoon’

[james-flint]

anon, i’m just gonna go ahead and assume you mean good omens

honestly, i’m not the best person to ask this because even though i read A Lot of fic i always forget to bookmark them. but i’ll try

first of all, if you somehow haven’t read a single fic yet and decide to choose just one from this post please read this one

how big the hourglass, how deep the sand by Handful_of_Silence

After the Apocalypse, and with characteristic slowness, both Crowley and Aziraphale think there might be something they need to sit down and talk about. And then Aziraphale disappears.

i know, it’s a classic. I always enjoy a good angsty fic and this one literally gave me chest pain, like every sentence punched me in the guts. and oh my god…… the Writing….. it’s just so beautifully written. AND it has a happy ending because we don’t read any others in this house. so good time all around

it also has a sequel and it’s equally amazing

other than these, i’m just slowly making my way through sorted by kudos page on ao3 so you might have seen all of these in other people’s recs but i’ll put them here anyway

In the (Second) Beginning by cherryfeather

As their lunch stretches on Aziraphale slowly comes to realize that Crowley is—enjoying him. Enjoying Aziraphale’s conversation, and company, far more openly than he has in most of Aziraphale’s memory. And Aziraphale knows that he himself is just chattering on, letting conversational tangents carry him along, and—it’s definitely relief, for him, knowing for the first time in a long time that they aren’t being watched, that no one is keeping score for now.

such surpassing brightness by Handful_of_Silence

The revelation that Aziraphale might have been in love with him for thousands of years is surprising. The fact that literal books have been written on the subject comes as even more of a shock.

basically all of this author’s works are my favourites

you knew my name on sight by brinnanza

“This wasn’t me, you know,” Crowley says, the words out of his mouth before he’s made the conscious choice to utter them. “Not just the library, but the whole civil war. You know me; I’ve mostly been getting drunk at Bacchanals.” “I know,” says Aziraphale.

and, so on by PaintedVanilla

Crowley doesn’t remember heaven, but Aziraphale remembers him.

uuuuhhhh this one!!! it has a mature rating but if you can maybe skip just one scene it’ll be so worth it i promise. a masterpiece

listen (he’s already told you five times) by darcylindbergh

Not everything Crowley says is said out loud. Aziraphale doesn’t always hear him at first, but he’s learning to stop being surprised.

how to get smote: 101 by ineffablemercury 

He’d made the mistake of kidnapping an angel. And not just any angel, no, but one who apparently had a demon on its side. Dammit.

this has an outside POV and protective crowley. i literally don’t need anythig else

On The Matter Of Touch by Somedrunkpirate

“On the matter of touch,” Crowley begins, waving his teaspoon in what he hopes passes for idle curiosity. “Thoughts?” For two ineffable husbands, they don’t really touch each other much. Here is a story on why that might be.

somebody recommended this fic on a post with my favourite art and want to thank them

a city wall and a trampoline by kafkian

In their cottage in the South Downs, when Crowley eventually succeeds in getting Aziraphale to use a laptop, it takes Aziraphale literal hours to get past the default Windows screensavers of picturesque locations because ‘oh, look, isn’t it lovely, Crowley!’

all i need, darling, is a life in your shape by deadgreeks

After everything, Aziraphale and Crowley, by unspoken agreement, begin sharing their lives.

Four times Crowley called Aziraphale “sweetheart” without noticing (and One time he did) by TheLadyZephyr

“Sweetheart” (1290) - A person who is very dear to another; one who is loved. From sweet (adj.) + heart (n.)

Over the years, Crowley has called Aziraphale “sweetheart” on at least four different occasions. He just hasn’t actually noticed himself saying it.

Any Other Name by mostlyanything19 (halfanapple)

What if Aziraphale’s name was originally “Aziraphael”, in keeping with the conventional spelling and pronunciation of other angel names, but because of its divine nature, Crowley is physically unable to say it out loud.

here i am, leaving you clues by Lvslie

It’s all the same burning bookshop, and I’m always inside shouting your name.

Stars Above You by Demorra (thebibliosphere)

“We can run away together,” he’d said, “Alpha Centauri, lots of space up there, no one would even notice us…”

Show/Tell by walkalittleline

It took Aziraphale approximately five thousand nine hundred and forty-five years—give or take a few months—to fall in love. It didn’t take Crowley nearly as long.

such selfish prayers by Lvslie

Crowley, while still apparently comatose, had somehow managed to wrap himself so thoroughly around Aziraphale on their way up, that any attempt at dropping him onto the mattress without being pulled down as well proved futile. And hence, quite defeated, Aziraphale found himself lying in a warm tangle of Crowley and blankets. He felt a little stunned.

you smiled (and it broke my heart) by TheIndianWinter

Aziraphale attempted a smile for him, but it was too sad to really be a smile.(Over the course of millennia, Crowley had grown quite familiar with the angel’s smiles. From the reluctant ones that tweaked at his lips after an off-colour remark from the demon, to the full-blown beatific expression of pure angelic joy that did strange things somewhere in the vicinity of Crowley’s stomach. He knew Aziraphale’s smiles. This was not one of them.)

“I’m thinking of closing the bookshop,” he said.

good for the soul by singingtomysoul

Aziraphale doesn’t feel guilty, for once, but has some things to confess. Crowley doesn’t think he has guilt, and doesn’t plan to confess anything. On both counts, he’s wrong.

the still point of the turning world by punkfaery

Crowley has an existential crisis. Aziraphale attempts to pick up the pieces.

Everybody Knows but You by writer_zo

Everyone seems to believe that Crowley and Aziraphale are in love. Everyone, however, has to be wrong, because (as Crowley knows) an angel could never love a demon and (as Aziraphale knows) a demon could never love an angel.

Snakes and Stones (Never Broke My Bones) by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee

“How many people don’t believe I exist?” Crowley asks in the doorway. “I’m sure no – ” Aziraphale begins, only to be cut off by Gabriel and a reluctant Newton. “Everyone.”  

No one wants to say it, but the residents of Dorm A, floor 3, are collectively convinced Aziraphale Fell’s boyfriend does not exist. This is their story.

honestly never would have thought that I would read an au for this pairing and a college one at that but here we are

Inevitable, unavoidable by Lilian

Aziraphale gets amnesia and thinks Crowley is his husband when he sees him.

it’s exactly like that old video but with feelings

there are many more good fics that i forgot to add or haven’t read myself yet but these are the ones that stuck with me

[deanwinchestermydaddy]

TO SEE YOU AGAIN (DEAN WINCHESTER STORY) PART. 20

Y/n's POV:

These past four months have been the hardest for me and Sam. I try to help him but he blamed himself and I did the same with myself. Sam would disappear for days then come back. I couldn't sleep because when I closed my eyes I was able to see or more imagined what Dean was going through and I felt the same pain, how I felt my body being torn apart then put back together. The first time that I had those nightmares I had Sam to comfort me but it wasn't the same he wasn't Dean.

As the time went by I would disappear for weeks saying that I was going to the bar and on hunts to think and free my mind, but I wasn't. I drove to a different crossroads in town then out of town to make a deal, but none of the demons want to make a deal with me to bring Dean back. It was driving me crazy.

"you know Dean wouldn't like you to make a deal Y/n? He made me promise that I was going to protect you and stopped you from doing that" he said as he sat down in front of me, "yeah Sam I know" I said lying to him, "I will go to take a nap then I will bring us food is that alright?" I said and he nodded and gave me a small smile that I returned. I went to my room and did something that I haven't done in years I prayed. I got on my knees and cross myself, "look, I know that I am not one of your favorites. I don't even know if you are real or not, but once again I just want to ask you for a miracle to bring Dean back, he deserves something better than what he has got. So, God, I ask you for a miracle to bring Dean back safe, that's all I ask for. Please and Thank you" I said and got up and grabbed the keys of my car to go to town, "hey Y/n I thought you said you were gonna take a nap?" Sam said as he saw me, "Not anymore Sam. You want the usual?" I asked and he nodded, "be careful alright," he said giving me another smile, "will do Sam," I said before I walked out.

~IN TOWN~

I was walking around not really looking, having other thoughts on my mind which were really only about Dean. I bump or more like slammed into someone and I fall on my butt, "I'm so sorry Miss" the guy said as he turns around to help me up, "no, it was my fault.  So I am sorry for slamming into you Mister" I said as I look up and saw that he was wearing a black dress shirt, "Don't call me Mister you make me feel old" he said as he looked down and smile at me and I smile at him back, "thank you... uh I guess young fella for picking me up even when it was my fault" I said and he laughs at what I said and I saw those big blue eyes that twinkle, "no problem, young gal and have a good night" he said as he started to walk away and I just stood there looking at him walk away, "good night to you too!" I said loud and he turns and waves, "may God bless you," he said and it made me froze, then I continue to go and get the food for me and Sam. After that day I left for Iowa to try again to make a deal.

Dean's POV:

"Help! Help! Help!" I said as I was pounding on the wood that was above my head as dirt falls on my face and I continue to pound.

I was in the middle of a grassy field, a simple wooden cross is planted as I crawl my way out of the ground, groaning and gasping. I lie on my back, panting. I stand looks around in the glaring sunlight.

I walked until I saw an abandoned Gas Station and I entered, "Hello?" I say but no one answers, so I enter and took some water to drink I was really thirsty. I started to get more water to take and I see a Newspaper and it says that is Thursday, September 18th. I cleaned myself and started to look on my body and see that nothing that happened to me in Hell is there no scars, well just a hand-print on my left shoulder.

I go to the counter, set down the bag, and hit a single button on the register, snapping my fingers in satisfaction when it pops open. As I'm looting the cash, the TV to my left flicks on, showing only static. I shut it off; only to have a radio to my right turn on to white noise. Not wasting a moment, I go to another shelf and grabs a carton of salt, opens it, and begin to pour it along the windowsill.A high-pitched single tone begins, and I clutch my left ear in pain as I continue to pour salt with my right hand. As it continues, I drop the salt and crouch to the floor, groaning in agony. The window above my head shatters as the sound continues, and I drop to the floor. I leap to my feet to try to escape, and more glass on the ceiling and walls shatters. I went to a phone booth that was there and dial Sam's and Y/n's number but they don't answer, so I try another number. This time it rings and is answered."Yeah?" he said and I was happy to hear his voice, "Bobby?" I said looking around, "Yeah?", "It's me," I say and still sounds that he doesn't recognize me, "Who's "me"?" he says confirming what I thought, "Dean," I said and a dial tone sounds, so I hang up and dial again. "Who is this?" he said again, "Bobby, listen to me" I try to stop him from hanging up, "This ain't funny. Call again, I'll kill ya" he said and the dial tone again. ~AT BOBBY'S~

I pound on the door, and Bobby's hand appears to open it. I smile cautiously, but Bobby looks at me suspiciously. "Surprise," I said, "I, I don't..." Bobby says, "Yeah, me neither. But here I am" I said entering. As I approach him he lunges forward and slashes me, so I grabbed his arm and twist it around, he breaks the grip and backhands me in the face. "Bobby! It's me!" I said but still, he doesn't believe me, "My ass!" he said and I put a chair between the both of us, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait! Your name is Robert Steven Singer. You became a hunter after you met Rodney, and later met your wife and... you're about the closest thing I have to a father. Bobby. It's me" I said raising my hands and he lowers his knife and places his hand on my shoulder, suddenly he slashes again, but I quickly subdue and disarm him. "I am not a shapeshifter!" I said but he can't hear me or something, "Then you're a Revenant!" he said and I shove him away and hold the knife, "Alright. If I was either, could I do this – with a silver knife?" I said rolling my sleeve and slicing my arm, "Dean?" he said starting t believe me, "That's what I've been trying to tell you" I said and he grabs me and pulls me into a tight hug and I return it.

"It's... It's good to see you, boy" he says and I felt relief, "Yeah, you too," I said smiling at him, "But... how did you bust out?" he said and I really had no idea, "I don't know. I just, uh, I just woke up in a pine box..." I didn't finish cause Bobby splashes water on my face, "I'm not a demon either, you know" I said spitting the water, "Sorry. Can't be too careful" he said giving me a towel that I use to wipe my face, "What do you remember?" he asked, "Not much. I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy, and then... lights out. Then I come to six feet under, that was it. Sam's and Y/n's number are not working. They're, uh... they're not..." I said imagining the worst, "Oh, he's alive. And as far as I know, she is too" he said sitting down, "Good... Wait, what do you mean, as far as you know?" I asked him what he means, "I haven't talked to her for months. Sam calls some days to check-in" he said, "You're kidding, you just let her go off by herself?" I said getting angrier, "She was dead set on it and Sam was with her for a while," he said, "Bobby, you should've been looking after both Sam and her, you saw how she reacted!" I said raising my voice, "I tried. These last months haven't been exactly easy, you know. For them or me. We had to bury you" he said trying to make understand, "Why did you bury me, anyway?" I said curiously, "I wanted you salted and burned. Usual drill. But... they wouldn't have it" he said suspiciously, "Well, I'm glad they won that one," I said, "she said you'd need a body when she got you back home somehow. That's all she said while Sam just didn't want to listen. Both insisted that she was acting differently" he explained, " What do you mean?" I asked him to elaborate," she was quiet. Real Quiet. And then she just took off. Wouldn't return my calls. I tried to find her, but she didn't want to be found by me. And Sam said that sometimes she will show up stay for a day then leave for weeks" he said and I got mad, "Oh, damnit, Y/n" I said hitting the table, "What?" he said not understanding my actions, "Oh, she got me home okay. But whatever she did, it is bad mojo" I said shaking my head, "What makes you so sure?" he looked at me with concern, "You should have seen the gravesite. It was like a nuke went off. And then there was this... this force, this presence, I don't know, but it, it blew past me at a fill-up joint. And then this" I said and show him the handprint, "What in the hell?" he said as he stands up, "It was like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out" I said having my mind going wild, "But why?" he asked, "To hold up their end of the bargain," I said and I saw the worried on his face, "You think Y/n made a deal," he said as the concern grew on his face, "It's what I would have done," I said and I didn't know what to think.

Me and Bobby left to Kansas where Sam was and to see if he knew anything about Y/n.

Y/n's POV:

It's been a couple of days since I left for Iowa and I have tried at least 5 times to get a deal, but all of the demons don't accept my soul at all.

~At night~

Today it is my last hope to see if I can get a deal so I can bring Dean back, I did the whole ritual and waited for a demon to show up, I was losing my hope when I felt someone behind me and I turn to see him.

" Hello darling, you come to daddy," he said and I just looked at him and recognize him, "Crowley?" I said and he smiled at me, "so my demons said that my special one was trying to make a deal" he said and I rolled my eyes at him, "I'm not your special one Crowley. You should know that I don't like you" I said crossing my arms, "C' mon darling you do like me admit it" he said and I just looked at him, "yeah maybe the size of a mustard seed. But why the King of Hell is here instead of your minions, huh" I said and he raised his eyebrows, "well Darling you see, your soul has something special that I would like to have and I wasn't going let them have it, so I told them to not made any deals with you until I was able to come to make it" he said, "can you bring him back?" I asked him and he gave me a bitch face, "of course Darling, but in exchange for something" he said looking at me up and down, "what do you want in exchange for bringing him back?" I said as he started to walk around me, "you see as the King of Hell I need to have a Queen, and who would it be the best Queen that one of the most feared female hunters, that has a special soul like yours" he said licking his lips and I really wanted to puke, "Dean gets back and I have to go with you to Hell, for how long?" I asked accepting what I had to do, "well that's the thing. Is for eternity" he said and I gulped and looked down, "okay Crowley, where do I sign" I said and he looked surprised, "I thought I had to try to convince you more Darling, but I guess I was wrong" he said and I just wanted to finish this, "cut the shit Crowley and let's do this" I said and he took a step forward, "you have to kiss me Darling to seal the deal and your Ken doll would be back just like we said" he said and I took a deep breath and when I was about to step forward to kiss him my phone started to ring and I knew it was Sam for his ringtone, I stopped Crowley. "I have to answer this first," I said and took a step back.

"yes Sam," I said and Crowley looked at me, "he's alive Y/n!, alive!" he said and I couldn't understand what he mends, "what? who is alive?" I said and Crowley raised his eyebrows and looked away from me, "Dean, he just arrived with Bobby at the Bunker. He-he-he is truly him Y/n" he said and I felt that all the blood was drained from my body, "Sa-Sam don't play with me please" I begged him as tears started to blurry my vision, "sweetheart is me is really me please come back I missed you" I heard that voice that I've been missing for months and I dropped my phone to the ground as tears ran down my face. I pick it up and walked towards my car, "what about the deal?!" Crowley screams at me, "forget it you lied to me!" I said as I drove off.

Dean's POV:

It's been about 7 hours since we talked to Y/n and I just wanted to hold her and tell her that everything will be okay, and that I was never going to leave here ever again.

The 3 of us were at the kitchen, but soon it was just me cause the 2 of them left.

I wasn't gonna go and wait there so I decided to go to our room and sat down on the bed waiting, but I couldn't help to wonder all the bad things that can happen to her, to me, to us. I couldn't help but cry and wipe my tears as more started to run. I listen to footsteps it seemed that someone was running but I didn't bother to look at the person that enter my room, "Dean?" I heard a broken voice said and I felt my heart pump faster and I turn to see her. I stand up and run to her and picked her up on my arms as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, "thank God you are here" she said as she held me closer and I did the same. I kissed her slowly showing her all the love and how much I missed her.

I felt that I was complete again I put her down and grabbed her face and kissed her again and again, " I love you, Dean, you don't know how hard it was" she said as tears started to ran down her eyes and I wiped them with my thumb, "please baby tell me that you didn't make a deal please" I said and she looked down and took a deep breath, "I tried so many times, but none wanted to accept, well until tonight. But I said no cause Sam called" she said as she tries to smile at me with her teary eyes. I stopped holding my breath as I hear her said that I was really glad that she didn't and that we didn't have to be concern about how much time did we had left together. I kissed her again, "we need both of you at the library," Sam said making both of us break the kiss.

When we were walking towards the library Y/n was holding me close, just like the day that she almost lost Scott, I looked down and kissed her head and smile at her just like she did. We soon arrived and we saw someone standing in the middle with a trenchcoat, "who are you?" I asked, " Castiel" the guy answer and I moved Y/n behind me, "Yeah, I figured that much, I mean what are you?" I asked again as he kept looking staring at me, "I'm an Angel of the Lord" he answers, "Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing" I said and I felt Y/n move, "This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith. Unlike her she did and thanks to her faith I brought you back" he said and I was about to say something but Y/n beat me to it, " I know you, I-I saw you on town I bumped into you, but... you are using the guy as you meat suit" she said stepping forward,  "He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this" he answers and the lights started to flash and we were able to see his wings all of us took steps back but Y/n stayed in place even when I try to pull her, "so you are really an angel Castiel" she said and he nodded and step forward towards her and try to reach for her, but I saw her flinch, "I would never hurt you Y/n. You and Dean were chosen by God to accomplish his plan" he said as he caresses her face, "what plan?" Sam asked, "I have to go," he said and he disappears as we hear a flop of wings and Y/n just stays there not able to move and I move in front of her and snap my fingers and she shook her head and blinked, "what happens? where did he go?" she asked confused, "he had to go" Sam answer and I just embrace her and she did the same and I started to kiss her but soon it turns into something more, so I picked her up and I walked straight to my room and shut the door, "WE WILL BE ON THE BAR DEAN, IF BOTH NEED US!!" Sam scream and I really didn't care I just wanted to show her how much I missed her.

[thesmalltowngal]

COC Snowbaz 28- Realizations in the Cold

COC 28: Frost

Simon and Baz are stuck out of Watford during the first frost of the year.

~ I really was this close to titling this one ‘READ ME PLEASE’ but I figured that’d be a bit desperate. I am just so thoroughly happy with every part of this one. Enjoy! ~

*Baz’s POV*

There’s something poetic about being stuck with Snow during Watford’s first frost. Of course, I’m particularly bloody fond of the idea of thinking about poeticism when I’m stuck with fucking Snow during Watford’s first frost. Outside. In payback for the Chimera (he still has no proof I pointedly set it out on him), Snow left me a note telling me to meet him in the woods outside the school because he had information on my mother’s killer. Of course, I’m not daft. I knew he didn't, really. Well. I mostly thought I knew. But as things pertaining to my mother go, I couldn’t risk him really having information and then never telling me. So this time, love (for my mum and Simon, if we’re being honest) and desperation outweighed common sense. I had set out for the woods late, thinking that the information couldn’t possibly take long. 

The cool evening air nipped at my already cold nose. I hadn’t thought to bring much with me in terms of staying warm; just a coat and a scarf. They weren’t any match for the first truly cold winter night at Watford. But as I walked up over the drawbridge and to the edge of the wood, the cold wasn’t exactly on my mind. It mostly consisted of bloody Simon, his eyes, his hair, and my mum. (I hardly like to think of my mother when I’m also thinking of Simon Snow.)

There he was, standing at the edge of the forest, in nothing but a t-shirt and trackie bottoms. (Sometimes I think he doesn’t really own a real coat- Penny usually spells one up for him.) He was shivering and all his blood was in his face, an adorable blush flushed against his cheeks. (At this rate, I’d never be over Simon fucking Snow if he kept looking like that. Who gave him the bloody right?) I quickened my pace until I got up close to him, and then I stopped. (Even from five feet away, I could feel his heat and the hot, sticky taste of his magic.)

“Well then, Snow,” I started out, desperate to get it over with. “What’ve you got for me?” He smiled a bit, like he knew something I didn’t. At that point, I think I knew it was a trick. I knew I could’ve walked away then- no harm done. But I think a fairly large part of me (the most insufferable part who is hopelessly gone for Simon) didn’t particularly care at the moment. Because I was within arms length of Simon Snow, and even if it hurt like all fuck, it was better than nothing. Even if he burned me with every single glance, it was better than being ice cold all the bloody time. 

“Well, I erm-” I rolled my eyes and gestured with my hands for him to get on with it. 

“Use your words, Chosen.” He growled a bit, but kept tripping over his words. It went on for a good bit before he jumped up and down, pointing excitedly to something behind me. “Christ, Snow! Calm down! I’ve seen you kill a dog with less effort.” But he didn’t stop pointing and smiling, and part of me wanted to see that smile forever- even if it was at my expense.

“I got you, you arse!” He stopped jumping up and down, but he kept smiling as I looked over my shoulder to see the drawbridge closing. I had expected that, and it was cold, but I couldn’t be bothered to care, because something else was scratching at the back of my mind. (Whether it made me want to laugh, cry, or scream, I didn’t know.)

“That’s all well and fucking fine, Snow, but…” He looked at me, a smile still playing at his lips. But that smirk quickly faded as he saw mine start to crawl across my face. “How do you suppose you’re getting back inside?” His face stayed frozen for a moment- like a snapshot of bliss. Mouth open in half a smile, eyes alight with the spark of victory. Then his smile dropped as he realized: we were both stuck out for the night. Together. No way back in. With hardly any clothes on our backs. 

“Shit, shit, shit.” Snow has been muttering since I first pointed out his dumbarse mistake. (Two hours ago- he sure could carry on.) The rough bark of the tree I’m leaning on digs into my skull, but I can’t seem to be bothered by it. Snow is pacing in front of me - thinking (which is dangerous for all involved parties) - even though he knows it’s not going to help. We’re stuck out here for the entire bloody night, and there’s no getting around it. 

“Cursing isn’t going to help, tosser. Just… I don’t know. Sit down for Crowley’s sake. It’s nearly midnight- the gates won’t be open for another six hours.” He huffs and then finally takes a seat across from me. We’re both cold and shivering- and I desperately need a feed. (You’ve got the need for feed Dev once told me. I spelled his mouth shut for half an hour.) We’re sat in silence for a moment before we start talking at the same time. 

“We might as well try for-” He starts as I say, “I’m gonna go-” He stutters around for a second, trying to tell me to go first. (Funny how even my enemy can give me common courtesy.) I sneer and roll my eyes all the way around before cutting off his babbling mess. 

“I was saying, Snow, that I’ve got something to do. Stay here.” I start getting up, but he reaches up and grabs my wrist. I try to ignore the way I feel his heat vibrate inside my pulse, making me feel alive, for once. 

“Baz, you can’t go out alone. It’s-” He gestures around to our surroundings, pointing to the small layer of sparkles on the grass. “It’s the first frost. It’s freezing.” I cock an eyebrow at him. 

“What’s that got to do with me going out for a bit?” He huffs (he does that a lot) and lets my wrist go, crossing his arms in front of his chest. (Out of frustration or cold, I can’t tell. Perhaps both.)

“Fine.” He spits. But as I’m turning to leave, he calls, “But hurry back, nutter.” I smile even though he can’t see me. (Especially because he can’t see me.)

I don’t know why I say what I say next. It just pops out like it’s been sitting on my tongue for the longest time. “Won’t be long, my darling Snow.” I don’t turn to see his reaction- I just walk quicker into the woods. 

*Simon’s POV*

Baz is gone for a long time before he comes back. He looks different… fuller, somehow. I suspect he went out to feed, but I don’t say anything about it, for once. I’m too focused on two things to really notice when he plops down beside me, closer than he was before.

*Baz’s POV*

I’m too cold to be that far away from my only heat source. 

*Simon’s POV*

First, Baz called me darling. Second, I’m freezing my fucking arse off. I don’t quite know which one to focus on now, so I decide survival wins out for now. Usually I run warmer than Baz, but he’s wrapped in this coat and this scarf, and I want nothing more than to be wrapped up in there with him. Er- instead of him, I mean. As in I wish I had a coat and a scarf, too. He sees me staring at his clothes apparently, because he sighs something of impatience and slips off his scarf. Before my brain (I do have one, despite what Baz says) can compute what’s happening, he’s wrapping his scarf around me. (Shouldn’t he want me to freeze?) Instead of arguing, I just stay quiet. The frost is thick on the ground now, and the least I can do while we’re stuck out here alone together is have some semblance of peace. 

Baz always says I keep my heart on my sleeve. (Penny says so, too. She also says it’s why she thinks I don’t love Agatha. I have no comments on that.)  But anyway, this turns out to be true, because I think Baz can see the longing in my eyes as I look at his warm winter coat. “Oh for Christs’ sake, Snow.” He pulls off his jacket, ignoring my protests. “Don’t be a petulant child. Just take it.”

*Baz’s POV*

Take it. Take it all. 

*Simon’s POV*

I take his jacket and pull it on, immediately being enveloped in warmth. (Also, the smell of Baz- which I didn’t think was all that comforting to me. Apparently it bloody well is.) But now Baz is shivering even more and I have this terrible feeling in my gut, and he may be my arch enemy (which I sometimes think is a load), but I just can’t leave him freezing. (Especially when he already runs cold enough as it is.) Now he’s yawning. And now I’m yawning. And then I’m opening my arms. 

“Might as well make the most of it. You’re freezing. We’re both tired. It’s the first frost. C’mere.” I beckon him toward me, and he looks at me as though I’ve grown a second head. (I nearly feel like I have, too.) He raises a questioning eyebrow at me, but I know he won’t last long. I’ve never met freezing and tired Baz, but I have a feeling he isn’t one for either. “C’mon, Baz.” He sighs much more theatrically than he probably needs to, but hesitantly scoots closer anyway. When he gets close enough, I open the coat a bit and envelope him in it. Even though he’s cold, he’s not near as cold as the air around us, so I don’t mind much. 

He yawns. “Thanks, Simon.” I look down and his eyes are closing drowsily. Simon Simon Simon. He called me Simon. As I look down at the sleeping vampire (suspected vampire, Penny’s voice tells me in the back of my mind) in my arms- the one that I’ve known for so long - the one I’ve known I’ll have to one day kill… I realize something that might be a bit bothersome. A bit troublesome. A bit totally fucking bizarre. 

*Baz’s POV*

I love you, Simon Snow.

*Simon’s POV*

I think I love him. 

[bamby0304]

The Beard

Summary: After Sam saves you from some nuisance demons he comes to check on you that night. Deciding to spend some time together, eventually you find yourself getting distracted by the his beard. It wasn’t your intention, or Sam’s, but neither of you stop when things start heating up.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

A/N: This fic is for the Beard Kink square for my @spnkinkbingo card. Check out @scentsfromthebunker’s Sam scent for a next level fanfic experience ;)

Link: Ao3

Kink Square Filled: Beard Kink

Word Count: 3,508

Warnings: Episode 14x01 spoilers. Explicit language. Angst. Fluff. Smut. Oral (female receiving). Fingering. Unprotected sex.

Bamby

His eyes met yours as he ducked into the bar- and by ducked, you meant ducked… the guy was too tall for the door. His head knocked the bell, alerting everyone to his entrance. Not that they needed alerting. He’d been expected by the demons who had you and Cas bound to the two chair placed in the middle of the room.

You were placed there for this exact moment. The moment when Sam came to your ‘rescue’. The demons hoped if he saw how many of them surround you it would coerce him into submission. That it would entice him into the chat they desperately wanted.

Desperate demons… they didn’t stand a chance against Sam Winchester.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the great... Sam Winchester,” Kipling- the demon who had tricked you and Cas- gestured to Sam.

Before Sam could get too far into the room, a demon stepped up to him. Without a word, Sam stopped and lifted his arms out to his side so the demon could pat him down. You watched with scrutiny, eyes glaring and following the demon’s every move.

Walking over to the bar, Kipling put his whiskey down. “I have heard so much about you. You are a damn legend, Sam. A- an icon.” The demon patting Sam down shoved him then, making you squirm in your seat. Kip didn’t react, however, still going on, “The shoulders! The hair! Mm-mm! You are my Beyoncé.”

Ignoring Kipling, Sam turned his gaze to you and Cas. “You two okay?” he asked, walking around the demon in charge, nearing your chairs.

“Of course they are. I don't damage the merchandise,” Kipling assured him.

“I'm more embarrassed than I am hurt,” Cas answered, none of you paying any mind to the black eyed pricks.

When Sam’s gaze landed solely on you, you shrugged. “Fists are better than bullets. I’ll be fine.”

Not responding with words, Sam gave you a tight nod before turning on his heels to address the elephant in the room… the demons.

“And you are?”

“Kipling. Uh, ‘Kip’ for short.”

“Cool. Kip. I'm here like you asked, so-”

Kipling cut him off suddenly, “Yeah, you're here, but not exactly as I asked. You see, I told you to come alone. But…”

A group of demons walked around the corner then, Jack and Maggie- one of the people from the apocalypse world- with them.

“Found them outside. They didn't even put up a fight,” one of the demons informed Kip.

Jack’s guilt and shame filled eyes locked onto the Winchester. “I'm sorry, Sam.”

One of the other demons punched the kid in the stomach, promptly shutting him up.

“Do that again and you won’t walk out of here,” you warned.

The demon that had punched Jack paused, head slowly turning to you. “That right?”

“Don’t test our patience!” Kipling exclaimed suddenly, glaring at his man. There was a pause before his head snapped around to look at Sam with a salesman smile. “It's fine. You... tried. But I'm gonna need a little bit more now, you know, not to... eat them.” Turning, he moved back to the bar and took a seat. “I-It's just, you know, late capitalism. You understand. So, Sam,” he lifted his drink, “let's make a deal.”

“You're looking to make a deal?” Sam asked.

“I'm a demon. That's how we do.” Kip shrugged. “Please.” He reached over to tap the stool beside him. “Sit.”

Sam didn’t move a muscle.

“No? Suit yourself, barbarian.”

“What do you want?”

“That is a very good question. What do I want? You know, I don't know if you're aware or not, Sam, but Hell's in a bit of a pickle, you know, with Crowley dead and Asmodeus Kentucky fried, which means-”

It was Sam’s turn to cut him off, “I don’t care.”

“Yes, you do. Or you will. You see, for the first time in a very long time, Hell is without a King. And that... that's just not right. So I-”

“So, you volunteer,” Sam filled in the blanks- it didn’t take a genius to figure out where this conversation was going.

“Exactly.”

“Why are you telling me all this?”

“Because I want to work with you, Sam, not against you.”

“And is that why you took Y/N and I hostage?” Cas questioned accusingly.

“It's exactly why you're still breathing,” Kip countered. “It gives me a chance to show Sam and friends that I can hurt them but choose not to. You see, I want the Crowley Deal. I give you information, a spot of help every now and again, and in return, you choose to turn a blind eye to the crossroads deals, the demon-on-demon violence, et cetera.”

“We never gave Crowley that deal,” Sam corrected.

“How exciting. Then I would be breaking new ground.”

“All right. You got some good lines, I'll give you that much. But you're no Crowley. I know that. And so do they.” Sam nodded to the other demons surround you all.

Kip looked around the room for a moment before pressing a hand to his chest. “Ouch!” He laughed. “Owie! I know that I'm not that ponce-y son of a bitch. You see, in life, I rode with Genghis Khan, and I burned half the world.” He slid of his stool. “So, please, do you think that I like prancing around like this? Please.”

Stepping up to Sam, he pressed a hard finger against his chest. “If I had it my way, I would eat your heart. But a King has an image to maintain. And I'm not afraid of you. But, they are.” He glanced at the other demons. “So, take the deal, Sam,” turning, he walked back to the bar, “before I stop trying to be Crowley and I show you who I really am.” Suddenly he turned back around, smiling once more. “So, what do you say, darling?”

Eyes flicking around the room, Sam caught your gaze briefly...

“No,” he answered simply, turning back to the demon in charge.

“A-are you sure?” Kip asked, walking towards Sam again. “Because I know things... all sorts of things.”

“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “So do I.”

“Like?”

The door burst open then as Mary and Bobby broke in.

Everyone was suddenly fighting, bullets flying everywhere as the demons and humans fought. You were stuck, though, unable to do anything but watch as Sam turned to Kip, ready to dispose of the douche bag once and for all.

Struggling against your binds, clenching your fists and teeth, you tried to break yourself free. When Kip and Sam’s fight moved behind you, too far for you to see, panic began to set in.

“Sam!” you cried out. “Son of a bitch… Sam!”

Not too long after you heard the struggles behind you stop as someone gasped in shock.

“Sammy!?”

A pause followed your voice before someone else’s filled the room.

“Enough!”

Oh thank Chuck… he’s alive. He’s okay. You let out a relieved breath as the rest of the room fell silent and froze, all eyes turning to the man behind you.

“There will be no new King of Hell. Not today. Not ever. And if anybody wants the job, you can come through me. Understood?” he asked with a heavy breath. “So, what's it gonna be?”

Without hesitation, every demon left their vessel, getting the hell out of Dodge while they still could.

“That's what I thought.”

“Now will someone please untie me?” you sighed.

“Uh, right, sorry.” Sam hurried over, no longer the big tough Winchester. Instead he was the sweet and kind Sam you knew. With quick fingers, he undid your ropes and freed you from your binds.

“Thank you.”

He smiled down at you, nodding. “You okay?”

“Will be once we get out of here.”

You hadn’t seen Sam since you’d returned back to the Bunker. After taking a much needed shower and eating whatever you could find that was quick and easy, you hid away in your room. Things were weird now that the place was so full of people. You still weren’t use to how crowded the bunker had become, so to deal with that you kept your distance.

It was almost midnight when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

A moment passed before the door opened a crack, just enough for Sam to duck his head inside. “Hey.”

This was a surprise… it had been weeks since he’d snuck into your room like this. Ever since Dean had… left…

“Hey.” You attempted a smile, though you knew it would have looked more sad than encouraging.

Stepping inside a little further, Sam leaned against the door and closed it behind him. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine… why?”

“You were captured by demons today, Y/N,” he reminded you.

You shrugged. “Wasn’t the first time, probably won’t be the last.”

“I hope it is,” he admitted.

This time when you smiled it wasn’t forced. “Thanks, by the way.”

He frowned, confused. “For what?”

“Saving me.”

“You don’t have to thank me. I’d do it again. I will do it again,” he assured you. “I’ll be there whenever you need me.”

Watching him, still smiling, you shifted on the bed and gave the spot beside you a gentle pat. He hesitated, staring at the spot with uncertainty.

“I don’t know…”

“Sam, you haven’t slept in days. You haven’t let yourself breathe. Please, just come sit with me. I’ll throw on Game of Thrones, and we can watch it until we fall asleep. Or, I’ll fall asleep and you can sneak out.”

Thinking about it for a moment he then hummed and nodded. Moving over to join you on the bed, he settled on top of your blankets and leaned against the pillows you weren’t using.

Just as you said you would, you pulled out your laptop and flicked on Game of Thrones. Considering you were both up to date, you decided to start from the very beginning. That way you could relive it all together. Three episodes in and you fell fast asleep.

The bed shifted, stirring you from your sleep. With a whimper, you cracked your eyes open only to find your room shrouded in darkness. The sheets had been lifted, allowing some of the chilled air to creep in and make you shiver.

Humming, you reached out. “Sam?”

Feeling your hand searching for him, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and brought your hand to his face. You smiled once you felt the scratch of his beard under his palm.

“Go back to sleep,” Sam’s voice carried through the darkness as he settled in bed next to you.

“You’re staying.”

“I’m staying,” he repeated, leaning in to capture your lips with his.

It had been so long since you’d felt him like. Since you’d had a moment. Since his walls had been down far enough to let you in.

Lost in the feel of his lips against yours, his fingers still wrapped around your wrist, and your palm still resting against his rough beard, you moaned. Pushing in closer, your body begged for more. Not just more touch, but more of him.

You missed him.

“Y/N,” he sighed against your lips. “I don’t… I don’t know if I can.”

Hesitating, lips pausing mid kiss, after a second or so you nodded and pulled back, taking your hand away from his grasp. “It’s okay, Sam. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Just… let’s go to sleep.” Turning onto your other side, you waited and hoped he’d settle in behind and wrap his arms around you.

There wasn’t a word of a lie that passed your lips. If he didn’t want to be intimate with you right now, then you would let him have that. If he wasn’t ready to let someone in so soon after losing Dean, then you would give him time. You’d give him anything and everything he needed, because that’s what he deserved.

What you and Sam had wasn’t exactly romance, but it was companionship and it was special, and you cherished it. You cherished him.

“Don’t turn away from me,” he pleaded, grabbing and tugging on your hip. The hope in his voice broke your heart. “Please turn back. Please look at me.”

You complied and turned around to face him again. “Better?”

��Mmm.” He thought about it for a moment before asking, “Will you… will you hold me?”

Moments where Sam was vulnerable were rare. He was generally a little rougher in bed. He knew what he wanted and he took it. Having him take charge was always something you enjoyed. But, again, if he needed to step down for the moment, then you would step up for him.

“Okay.” You nodded, scooting closer to wrap your arm around him.

He hummed in the dark, leaning in to wrap his own arms around you. Snuggling in, he buried his face in your neck and breathed in. With your limbs intertwined, the two of you tried to get to some rest.

You couldn’t sleep.

The feel of his scratchy beard against your skin was too much. It was a sensation you hadn’t felt in forever, and it was sparking new feelings inside you. As much as those feelings were nice, you still tried burying them under layers of patience and understanding. You tried to bury them from Sam so as not to guilt trip him into anything he might not be ready for.

“You smell good,” he groaned, and your panties flooded. “Missed your smell.”

“Sam… we don’t have to,” you assured him.

But he persisted, burying his face in closer, breathing in deeper. “Fuck.”

Rolling the two of you over until you were on your back, he settled between your thighs as his hands gripped your waist and squeezed. You whimpered, causing him to quickly pull back.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

You were shaking your head in an instant. “I’m okay. You’re okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Sam. Please.” You reached up for his shoulder and tried to pull him back down. “Please.”

Even in the darkness, you could see him quirk an eyebrow. “Please what?”

“Your beard… it feels good…” you admitted.

Time ticked by as the two of you fell silent, staring at each other, barely able to see. It was uncomfortable to say the least, but you didn’t want to risk making it worse by moving or speaking.

You weren’t sure if five seconds or five minutes had passed before Sam spoke up again.

“You like my beard? Why?”

“Umm…” Trying not to let him know how mortified you were, you tried to answer casually and pray he’d then drop the subject. “I like the scratch.”

“Does it feel good?” he asked, voice a little lower.

The moan that escaped your lips was unavoidable.

Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to your collarbone. “Let me show you how good it can get,” he whispered in your ear before he began to crawl down the bed.

“Oh God…” Your legs parted on instinct.

Fingers slid under the hem of your pyjama pants and began to tug them down. Sam was slow, gentle, dragging them down your legs to prolong the torture. By the time he was done with them, you were already panting.

Leaning in closer again, hidden under the sheets, he gave a teasing lick against your panties, brushing your clit. Your body jolted at the touch, and right before you recovered from the shock he pushed the offending material out of the way, used his fingers to spread you wide, and licked at your clit directly.

Out of reflex, you reached down and fisted his hair. Even though he was only teasing you, giving you a taste of what he could do, it was still so much. After no contact for so long, one flick of his tongue could send you over the edge.

The burn of his beard just made it better. As he got in closer, as he got a little rougher and more enthusiastic, you could feel the scratch of his beard against you. It as foreign, but it was welcome. Head thrown back, mouth parted on a moan you could hear over the pounding of your pulse, you tightened your grip on his hair and held him against you.

Sam took it in stride. In fact, he seemed to enjoy your desperation. Growling against your slit, he adjusted himself and slipped a hand between your thighs before pressing two fingers into you.

In barely any time at all you were biting your lip to keep yourself from crying out as a wave of pleasure washed over you.

He stayed down there a little longer, pumping his fingers and flicking his tongue against you, dragging out the orgasm. Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, he pulled back and gave you a much needed moment.

Crawling back up, Sam pressed a kiss to your jaw. “How was that?” he asked, grinning against you.

“Fuck.”

Grabbing his hair once more, you turned his head and pulled him closer before crashing his lips to yours.

The kiss was all teeth and tongues. You could taste yourself as he licked into your mouth. You moaned, melting, leaning in, wanting more of him and everything he had to give.

Shifting once more, Sam reached between your bodies again only this time it was to pull his sweats down. Once they were far enough he pulled out his cock and lined himself up with your still very sensitive pussy. Giving it a few strokes, he then wasted no more time and pushed into you.

There was no build up. No slow strokes and gentle love making. Sam started moving hard and fast right away, grunting and groaning against your lips. The kiss deepened as he rested his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in as his large body rocked over yours.

His fingers hadn’t done much to prepare you for the stretch of his cock, but the sting that came from his size was something you’d grown to love. Someone as big as Sam could try all day, but no matter how much he worked on a girl there was no preparing her for his length and girth.

“Sam,” you whimpered, pulling your lips away from a much needed breath.

He moaned, burying his face in your neck. “Forgot how good you feel. How good you sound.” Moving hard, the thrust against your cervix as if he was trying to fuck into your womb. The pressure of his cock so deep inside you was making you see stars.

Dragging your hands up his arms, you rested them at the back of his neck and gripped at his hair. Legs gliding up his waist, you wrapped yourself around him  and threw you head back as he fucked you into a second orgasm.

“Scream for me,” he told you, lips pressed against your ear. “Wanna hear you scream my name.” His hand snaked down under the sheets.

Applying some pressure on your stomach, he reach a little further with two fingers and flicked your clit.

Lips parting, you did as he said and screamed as you came, gushing around his cock.

Overcome by the feel of you squeezing him so tightly, Sam pushed in one last time and spilled inside you, grunting against your ear as he filled you with his seed.

A few moments pass where he just stayed hovering over you, breathing heavily in the crook of your neck. When you eventually moved you found your arms and legs just dropping to the bed. Sam was much the same.

With a groan he rolled over and dropped to the bed. Before you could settle in you spot, he was quick to pull you close and wrap his arm around you.

Peppering kisses on the top of your head, Sam gave a heavy but content sigh. “Fuck I needed that.”

“Hmmm.” Rolling so you were on your side and facing him, you nodded and smiled. “Me too.”

“But now I’m tired.”

You chuckled lightly, “Me too.” Letting your eyes drift, you snuggled into his chest. “Time for sleep.”

“That sounds amazing.” Pulling you closer, he hummed and settled in as well.

As you felt yourself begin to fall asleep once more you wondered for a brief moment if you would wake to an empty bed or not. Just as the thought began to plant a seed of doubt in your mind, however, Sam pressed another kiss to the top of your head.

Even though you both knew the option for him to leave was there, you got the feeling you didn’t have to worry about him pushing you away anymore. Things were still falling apart around you, but at least what you had with him was sound.

“Hey Sam?”

“Hmm. Yeah?”

“You should keep the beard.”

His chest rumbled as he laughed, squeezing you tighter and pressing one last kiss to your forehead.

Bamby

[dogboy-willgraham]

@luna-the-soul-slayer Happy Valentines day my dear! Hope you like the story!

@goloveday

Crowley and Aziraphale had stopped the apocalypse, cheated their executions, and finally got together. The perfect series of events. But Aziraphale still has some lingering fears. Crowley is about to find out one of them:

Crowley was absent-mindedly carding his fingers through Aziraphale's hair while the angel sat in his lap dozing. (For someone who claimed to hate sleeping he indulged in it often.) 

Stoking some flame wars on Twitter at the same time. (Some damn fine demonic work if you asked him.) He was planning to hop over to Tumblr and start some fandom discourse when he realized Aziraphale's breathing was shortening and shallowing. 

"Angel?" Crowley says, turning off his phone and tossing it off to the side. "Are you alright angel?" 

Aziraphale didn't answer or wake up. He shifted uncomfortably and murmured something that sounded like 'No'. And then did so again. And one more time.

Crowley had guessed Aziraphale was having a nightmare. He tried using some of his influence to soothe Aziraphale.

It didn't seem to work. Aziraphale shifted again, and murmured louder: "Cowley...no,"

"It's okay angel, I'm here," Crowley said, hoping it would help.

"Crowley...no, please," Aziraphale whimpered. "Please...no. I'm sorry...please" 

Crowley frowned. This was starting to scare him, and the heavy, waterlogged scent of fear and sorrow coming from his omega was too. He decided that waking his husband was what was best. 

"Aziraphale, dove, wake up darling." Crowley shook Aziraphale a bit. "Wak up love, you're having a nightmare."

Aziraphale still didn't wake up. His whimpers were louder, and he was moving more fitfully.

"Aziraphale. Aziraphale my sweetness, wake up lovely." Crowley shook him a bit more. 

Again, Aziraphale didn't wake up. "Crowley, please. Don't, I'll do anything just don't do it. Please-please. Crowley please."

"Wake up angel, wake up," Crowley shook Aziraphale, "Please get up darling."

Aziraphale shot up this time. He screamed as well, to which Crowley was glad that he was an occult creature because he might've gone deaf for a few minutes if he wasn't. 

"Crowley! C-Crowley! Don't please!" Aziraphale begged wide-eyed. Seemingly unaware of his surroundings as he spun his head side to side.

"Aziraphale, I'm here dove, I'm here. What's wrong." Crowley gently took Aziraphale's face into his hands and stilled him. "What's wrong sweetheart?" 

"Crowley, you're okay! Oh, you're al-alright!" Aziraphale cried and buried himself into Crowley's neck. "You scared me! Y-you scared me so m-much alpha!" 

"Aziraphale, how did I scare you?" Crowley wrapped his arm tightly around his mate and let his other hand comb through the blonde curls. 

"Y-you went to Hell to save me, and they m-made you bathe in holy water! Y-you wouldn't listen to me! You just stepped in and burned and bubbled away! Then G-Gabriel took m-me and-and-"Aziraphale broke down into heaving sobs.

Crowley's heart broke a little. Seeing Aziraphale so scared, clinging to him with angelic strength. Enough to break mortal bones. It stirred something in Crowley. The need to be near Aziraphale, holding him. Protecting him.

"It's okay, dove. It's okay. I'm here and I'm never leaving. I promise you as long as this blessed planet and all the bastards on it go on, and much longer after that, I'm gonna be here." Crowley whispered softly. They were words meant to comfort Aziraphale, but he meant it.

Aziraphale couldn't keep any of the composure he had left. He pressed himself closer to Crowley. Soaking his alpha's neck and shoulder and shirt in tears. 

Crowley rocked Aziraphale gently in his lap and whispered sweet nothings and humming a familiar song. 

Eventually, the sobs broke into whimpers, and Aziraphale sagged against Crowley.

"Sleep dove, I'm here,"

"The nightmares-" Aziraphale tiredly protests.

"I'm here angel, you're gonna sleep fine,"

Crowley repeats the phrase until he hears his omega's soft snores. He smiles, not moving for a few seconds to make sure Aziraphale's asleep. Before he stands up and carries Aziraphale to bed. Snapping his fingers just before he's up the stairs, to turn out the lights.

 And add one last biting tweet to keep the fun going all night.

[eveningstarcatcher]

Ineffable Valentines Day 11: Love Token

“What’s wrong, dove?” Crowley came up behind Aziraphale, wrapping his arms around his waist and setting his chin on the angel’s shoulder.

They were standing at the counter in the shop. Aziraphale was staring at the floor, hands hanging limply at his sides, his face contorted in pain.

“Are you okay?” Crowley took Aziraphale’s hands in his and examined them for cuts, but there were none.

“I knocked it off,” Aziraphale sounded close to tears. He deflated against Crowley’s chest, bringing his hands to his face. “I don’t know what happened. It was on the counter one moment and the next it was shattering!

“It’s okay. I’ll clean it up.” There were shards of glass all over the hardwood floor, covering a great distance and sparkling in the sun that was streaming into the shop. Crowley moved to slide around Aziraphale, but the angel grabbed him, stopping him. 

“No, please don’t.” Aziraphle was distressed, which in turn distressed Crowley. Why was the angel so upset about a broken glass? It was an easy fix with a miracle, or could be replaced the human way simply enough.

“Shhhh,” Crowley soothed, turning Aziraphale to face him and letting the angel’s head bury itself in his chest. “It was an accident. I can fix it if you want, angel, s’no problem.”

Crowley raised his hand to snap the glass from the floor to reassemble on the counter.

“No! I don’t want you to fix it!” Aziraphale began to sob into Crowley’s chest.

“Okay, I won’t fix it, just breathe, dove.” His hand froze, then wrapped around the angel.

“Why can’t I do anything right? What’s wrong with me?” Aziraphale wailed, muffled by Crowley’s chest.

“Angel, nothing’s wrong with you. You’re perfect.” Crowley scooped Aziraphale up into his arms and into the back room. He settled them on the couch, Azirpahale curled up in Crowley’s lap, clutching at his shirt.

“Talk to me.” Crowley drew his fingers through Aziraphale’s downy hair and the angel melted into each touch.

“I always make such a mess. No matter how hard I try, everything always goes wrong. Always making such stupid mistakes,” Aziraphale sniffled. “What’s this really about, dove?” Crowley soothed and pressed sweet, soft kisses to the angel’s cheek, hair, and forehead.

“I, I, I've failed. In so many ways over the years. I’ve let so many people down, I've never been good enough!” Aziraphale balled Crowley’s shirt in his fists, tears burning down his cheeks.

“Why would you say that?”

“Because it’s true!” He exclaimed, slamming a fist against Crowley’s chest. “Oh, my darling, I’m so sorry!” He gently kissed the spot and rubbed along it with his fingers. “It is true. I’ve been a failure ever since the beginning. I was never a good soldier, I gave away my sword and failed at protecting Eden, I’ve been lying to heaven for 6,000 years, I interfered in the plan! All because I’m gluttonous and selfish! Too blinded by my own desires to do the job that I was created for!”

“Aziraphale, I won’t believe for a second that you were ever created to be a soldier. Whatever the plan is, She knew what she was doing when she created you.”

“But why? Why am I like this?” Aziraphale begged. “Why am I selfish and lazy and soft?”

“Oh, dove. My darling Aziraphale, what brought this on? You are perfect, angel. The best thing that She ever created. Beautiful and kind and soft, yes, but that’s one of the best things about you. I wish you wouldn’t be ashamed of that. I love you and I love that you’re soft.” Crowley’s hands caressed any part of the angel he could reach.

“But I’m not supposed to be. None of the other angels are soft, no other angels eat, no other angels love!” Azirpahale broke out in a new round of sobs. “Our love can't be wrong, it can’t be!”

“It’s not, dove, it’s not. It’s the best thing on earth, I promise you. And you’re right, no other angel is like you. That doesn’t mean you’re wrong. They’re cold assholes who don’t deserve to be angels. Just as bad as demons, the lot of ‘em. You’re the only true angel, the only one who took care of earth, who cared for the humans, who enjoyed everything She created. They stayed up there in that sterile dickworld in the clouds and stayed hands-off until we stopped the apocalypse. They’re the ones that failed, love, not you!” He pressed a kiss to one wet cheek and rubbed his angel’s back. “Besides, you’ve never failed me!”

“How can you say that?” Aziraphale’s expression twisted into pain, his face red and blotchy, eyes pink and watery, his bottom lip raw from chewing on it. “I’ve failed you most of all! All the times I pushed you away, lied to you, I deserted you just before the end of the world because I thought I could do it on my own, but I made it all worse! Got myself discorporated, burned down the bookshop, and left you to pick up all the pieces!”

“Angel, don’t…” Crowley tried to calm him, but he was inconsolable.

“You lost hope. I know you always liked to pretend you didn’t have any, but I knew it was there. It was always there. But then it wasn’t, you lost it all when you thought I was gone. You gave up. Didn’t even run away like you said you were going to. And what did I do? Told you to go save the world on your own!” “You told me you’d be there. I knew you would be. I knew you wouldn’t leave me. You always come back, always.” Crowley held Aziraphale tightly with one hand, the other cupped his face, rubbing his thumb along his cheek, wiping away tears as they fell. “But there was no guarantee! I would have tried and tried, of course, but there was a high chance that I wouldn’t make it back in time, or even at all! What would have happened if I hadn’t…” he lost his voice then, breaking into sobs and wrapping his arms around Crowley.

“Shh, dove, it’s alright. You’re here, you’re fine, everything’s fine.”

“I hate to think about what would have happened to you if I hadn’t come back. Left to face everything on your own. Hell would have destroyed you!” Aziraphale squeezed Crowley tightly, his whole body heaving with sobs. “Oh Crowley! Oh, my love, what if they had destroyed you? It would have been all my fault!”

“Aziraphale, no, no, dove. We don’t have to worry about that anymore. We’re safe, we’re together. You came back, you outsmarted Heaven and you came back to save the world, to save me. You’ve saved me so many times. Every time you smiled at me, believed in me, lied to Heaven for me, every time you spent time with me, every time you show me love. Aziraphale, you’ve been saving me for 6,000 years!”

Crowley hooked a gentle finger under Aziraphale’s chin and brought his face towards his. He moved slowly, leaning in to kiss each of Aziraphale’s cheeks, his forehead, his nose. Aziraphale’s eyes closed and Crowley lightly brushed his lips against the angel’s eyelids. 

“Come, dove, let me see you.” Crowley whispered. Blue eyes fluttered open and gazed adoringly into Crowley’s golden eyes. “I’m going to kiss you now. Is that okay?”

“Oh, yes, love.” Aziraphale breathed and let his eyes flutter closed again and Crowley pulled his chin closer, letting his lips claim Aziraphale’s in a gentle kiss. The angel sighed into it, fisting his hands in Crowley’s hair and pulling him closer, tears still streaming down his cheeks. 

“Oh, Crowley,” he sighed as Crowley peppered kisses along his cheek, ear, and jawline.

“Do you feel how much I love you?” Crowley asked, continuing his assault of affection.

“Yes, my love.” Aziraphale giggled as Crowley eyelashes brushed against his ear, tickling him. “Oh, darling,” he pulled Crowley’s face up to meet his gaze. “Thank you. I’m so sorry I fell apart, thank you for once again, picking up all the pieces.”

“I’ll always be here when you need me, my dove.” Crowley rubbed his fingers along the soft apples of Aziraphale’s cheeks. “And just in case you need a reminder, I have something for you.” “You do?” Aziraphale smiled weakly.

“Need to get up to get it, though.” Crowley scooped Aziraphale up and placed him gently on the couch beside him. He pecked the angel on the nose and stood, crossing to the desk. Tucked underneath a drawer was a wrapped package, which Crowley withdrew and presented it to Aziraphale, settling in beside him on the couch.

“Darling, you didn’t have to do this,” Aziraphale sniffled and ran his hand lovingly over the shiny gold paper.

“I was waiting for the right time to give it to you, and this seems like the right time. Open it, angel. I think you’re gonna like it.” Crowley nudged him with a smirk.

Aziraphale carefully broke the tap, pulled back the paper and gasped.

“Is this…?” he asked, admiring the sleek black frame. 

“Yeah, had ‘em for a while.” Crowley was staring at Aziraphale, drinking in his expression.

Inside the frame was a silver background covered with swirls. Atop that were set two feathers, one pure white, the other iridescent black, curved into each other to form a heart. Below the heart was written in gold script “Our Side.”

“Our feathers, but how?” Aziraphale looked up at Crowley as if love were about to spill out of him.

“I found yours on the wall in Eden. After you left. Picked it up.” he shrugged.

“You’ve had it since Eden?” A grin broke over Aziraphale’s features.

“Don’t know why I kept it, but I finally found a use for it.” Crowley ruffled angelic curls.

“It’s incredible, my love. I will treasure it always,” Aziraphale pressed it to his heart, “as I treasure you.”

“You’re such a romantic,” Crowley laughed, taking the frame and setting it up on Aziraphale’s desk.

“That I am. Desperately, hopelessly so.”

For @mielpetite‘s @ineffable-valentines Also on A03

[mishaandthebrits]

Wrapped around your finger 7

Here you go with the final part! I hope you like it :)

Growing up with Sam and Dean you adapted things from the both of them. You still loved princesses and pink and everything that glittered, but sometimes your brothers thought you might need a female in your life. Seeing as they were now on good terms with Rowena they had decided to introduce you to her. "Baby?", Dean spoke as he entered your room and you looked up from your drawing table smiling widely. "Dee-De!", you hugged him tightly before he picked you up. "I want you to meet a friend of ours, she is a witch.", your brother spoke and slowly carried you to the living you. "A good witch?", you asked your brother with your head tilted. "Yes bub, she used to be bad, but now she is good and helps us. We think that you will like her and maybe you will need a woman someday and then you have her.", he explained then stopped in the middle of the room in front of a red haired woman. 

"Y/N baby, this is Rowena.", he introduced and set you down so you could walk up to her which you immediately did smiling happily. "I like your hair!", you told her and looked up at her with a wide smile on your lips. "Well thank you dear! I like your dress.", she complimented back with a thick accent making you blush. "Dee-de? Can I show my drawing?", you asked looking up at your brother with big eyes and grabbed the females hand once he had nodded. Running with your little legs you pulled her behind to your room and to your drawing table in it. "Look Wena!", you proudly held up the picture of Gabriel you had been working on. "Oh wow! That is Gabriel isn't it?", she smiled crouching down beside you and you nodded. "Yes yes! I will make a picture of you also! But later. Now I wanna show you my favorite place!", grabbing her hand again you waited for her to place the picture down then pulled her towards your garden. "Darling, we have time. You don't need to rush.", Rowena smiled and you slowed down a teeny tiny bit, being just too excited to show her everything you loved. "This is my favorite room! I have berries, and greens and a swing and many of space.", you explained to her pointing at the spaces. "Lots of Space dear.", she quickly corrected and you nodded. "Thank you, lots of space then. Sammy likes the greens to cook and I like the berries!", you showed her the herbs first and then the berries. "Well dear, come and sit with me? I want to teach you something.", the witch suddenly spoke sitting in front of the herbs area. You ran up to her before sitting down with your legs crossed excited to learn something new. "Well, you know I am a witch, so I do magic. Usually I do not teach others, but you are my favorite now, so I will teach you something. Would you like that?", she asked seriously and you thought for a second then nodded. "As long as it's nu bad?", you asked just to make sure and sighed happily when Rowena shook her head no. "Okay, so you take a piece of this and a bit of this, then you want to tangle it together nicely.", she explained and you went along with her while she showed you. "Like a braid? Like Elsa has!", you mumbled to yourself and heard her giggle. "Just like Elsas braid, yes! Then you're gonna put it into someone's pocket or you can burn it, but only with one of your brothers doing the burning, okay? It's to protect the person that carries it and if it's burned it will protect the house or car it was burned in.", the witch explained handing you the braid she had made. "Yours is much prettier than mine.", you poured looking at them both in your little hands and she smiled grabbing them gently. "That's because I do this for centuries already Y/N. Do you want to make one for your brothers and Castiel? We can practice together.", the woman opposite of you suggested and you agreed happily. With every braid of herbs you made you got better and better. In the end you had made 6. Smiling you handed one of them to Rowena. "This on is nice darling! Who do you want to give it to?", she asked only to receive a pointed finger from your person right towards herself. "Me?", the witch asked surprised and you nodded smiling. "Yes! Because you is nice and I like you and don't want you have bad things.", you explained then got up to run and look for Sam and Dean while Rowena still stared at the tiny bundle of herbs in her hands. It was such a long time since she had gotten a gift, let alone something this thoughtful and more importantly meaningful. "Don't get sentimental mother.", Crowley spoke with a smirk on his face which immediately disappeared when he felt you wrap your arms around his legs. "Cowley! Look what me make for you! Auntie Rowena helped me!", you smiled widely handing him one of the herbs braids and he took it carefully. "It's to protect you from bad and make you happy!", you continued and he crouched down. "You know all you do already makes me happy little human.", the king of hell softly spoke making you blush. Smiling you ran around the bunker to hand out the remaining braids then returned to your garden only to see Rowena and Crowley talk. "She's an angel isn't she?", Crowley asked smiling and you saw the woman nod. "When squirrel called me here I thought I'd hate babysitting, but I... i love her.", the witch sighed and Crowley chuckled only to get a mad look in return. "Believe me Mother, she's got us all wrapped around her fingers."