#but kevin is always a precious baby kitten

[papa-evershed]

Robert James-Collier || The Level

[sunwoo-hoo]

↣ the boyz reaction to s/o bringing home a pet / interacting with animals

↳ a/n: hello my darlings! we are back at it with another tbz reaction! this is for my lovely anon who requested this. i hope you don’t mind i altered the request a little bit. i’m so sorry that requests are coming out slowly but bear with me i’ll get through them. nevertheless, i hope you enjoy! also, all my reactions are canon to my boyfriend series so i highly recommend checking those out as well! ☻

↳ genre: fluffiest of fluff

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↳ word count: 2.7k

↳ the boyz x fem reader

「 Lee Sangyeon  」

it had been a week since you last saw sangyeon and you were finally going to see him, but you never would have guessed the unexpected to happen one rainy evening when it was nearly 35°F

as you were walking up to the dorms that’s when you heard tiny meows and spotted a small white kitten near the alley trying to make cover in a box

you instantly felt bad for the poor kitten due to the harsh weather conditions and it looked like it was lost from it’s mother

you swiftly picked up and tried your best to cover the tiny kitten with your jacket as you made your way inside the dorms

as sangyeon open the door he instantly smiled seeing your face giving you a cheek on this kiss

“what’s that sound?” he wondered as he heard the faint meows coming from your jacket

removing your jacket sangyeon saw the small kitten that was in your hands

“i found him outside, i couldn’t just leave him out there. do you think we can keep him?” you asked hopefully giving sangyeon your doe eyes

he sighed “i don’t know baby, we’re both really busy with our schedules.. he should be with a family where they can properly take care of him”

you nodded hating that he was right, you knew that you couldn’t take care of pet when you had a full time job and sangyeon had his idol responsibilities

sangyeon noticed your sadness and lifted your chin to look up at him “we’ll make sure that he’ll go to a loving home okay?” he promised

you smiled in response giving him a small peck setting the kitten down on the floor where he quickly ran under the table

「 Jacob Bae  」

you were excited, it was the day of your birthday and jacob wanted to make it extra special for you

he knew you always wanted a pet so he decided that you could go to the pet store and get any pet you wanted with his card

he wanted to go with you but unfortunately practice overlapped

nevertheless, you were ecstatic looking at all the different animals that were for sale, when your eyes finally landed on some caged rabbits

you smiled as you saw a light brown one with his long whiskers, in a way it reminded you of jacob

as you told the seller that was the animal you wanted, you bought all the corresponding items you would need like food, treats, toys, and a cage with a matching bowl set for his food and water

once you had everything you needed you made your way to the dorms to surprise jacob with your new pet

as you knocked on the door jacob answered noticing the huge cage covering your entire face and half your upper body

he laughed “what on earth did you buy?” trying to peek through the cage grabbing it from you with ease setting it on top of the dining table

“something that reminds of me of you” you smiled

“that’s funny because i don’t see a golden retriever anywhere” he teased

“this is better! just close your eyes” you instructed as jacob did was he was told

once you knew his eyes were closed you opened the cage and grabbed the rabbit holding it in your arms “okay open!”

when jacob opened eyes he saw the small brown rabbit in your hands “aw… you got a rabbit?” he asked scooping it from your hands wanting to see it closer

“yes!” you squealed not hiding your excitement as jacob set him down on the floor so that he could hop around

“well it’s super cute, and it suits you so well” he said giving you a kiss on the cheek before he continued “now c’mon i have more surprises for my birthday girl”

「 Kim Younghoon  」

you loved younghoon, you pretty much had the perfect little family including your little poodle bori

but when your friend texted you that her maltese dog had a litter of puppies you couldn’t deny that you wanted one, they were just so precious

you kept hinting at younghoon all week that you really wanted to snag one of your friend’s puppies

“younghoon look at this cute picture again” you grinned showing him your phone

“they are cute baby but we already have bori” he said glancing at the picture

“but bori needs a friend” you protested leaning your head on his shoulder “pleaseee?”

he let out a light sigh “we can go and look at them but no promises okay?”

you shrieked “yay that’s perfectly fine! i love you so much” you repeated grabbing his face giving him kisses all over

as expected when you and younghoon went to go see the maltese puppies he was excited and couldn’t deny their cuteness and agreed that you could get one

you ultimately decided on the runt of the litter which was a boy and the smallest out of all the puppies

「 Lee Hyunjae 」

it was fun weekend when your sibling asked you to take care of their pet hedgehog

at first you weren’t even going to mention it to hyunjae since he was busy but he decided to surprise you at your apartment one evening

that’s when he noticed the small cage in your living room that definitely wasn’t there before

“hey babe what’s this? did you get a pet?” he wondered curiously

“oh! no i didn’t i’m just watching him for the weekend while my sibling is out of town” you replied heading to the kitchen to get dinner started

as hyunjae opened the cage to get a closer look at the hedgehog it quickly curled up into a ball out of anxiousness pricking hyunjae’s fingers

“ah! it feels like needles” he nearly screamed closing the cage quickly

as you ran back into the living room to see what the commotion was all about you saw the hedgehog still curled up in a ball in the corner of his cage

“aw hyunjae you scared him” you said opening up the cage grabbing him carefully

the hedgehog slowly peeked out of his little ball and started to relax in your hands

hyunjae came up behind you laying his head on your shoulder trying to get a better look at the hedgehog’s face

“it looks cute, but he still hurt my hand” he whined playfully

rolling your eyes at him you set the hedgehog back inside the cage where he started to walk freely

you grabbed hyunjae’s hand giving it a small kiss trying to make him feel better

“it hurts here too babe” he said pointing to his lips smirking

you chuckled as you leaned in giving him a small peck

「 Lee Juyeon 」

you were visiting juyeon during practice when he finally met your pet turtle for the first time

it was a yellow-bellied slider turtle and it was still small enough that it fit in the palm of your hand

you walked in the studio with your small portable cage and saw juyeon practicing alone to new dance moves for the boyz next comeback

he smiled when he saw you through the mirror reflection turning around walking towards you giving you a peck on the lips

when he pulled apart he noticed the tiny cage in your hands

“hey babe, you didn’t have to come all this way to see me. i was gonna head to the dorms after” he said

“i know, but i wanted you to finally my meet my pet turtle. i’ve had him ever since i was little” you smiled taking your turtle out of the cage handing him over to juyeon

“he’s super cute” he commented as the turtle kept sticking its head in and out of his shell

as you both sat down on the floor you grabbed a little bit of juyeon’s fruit from the table and started to feed your turtle

juyeon laughed at how slowly the turtle was eating

“that was all the food i had for practice and it’s gonna take him at least 5 years to eat it all” he teased as you giggled in response

「 Kevin Moon 」

after dating for about a month kevin finally decided to visit your apartment for the first time

you were a bit apprehensive at first mostly because of your pet since you weren’t sure how he was going to react

as you walked into your apartment he casually looked around

“wow i’m jealous i think your place is bigger than our dorms” he commented

you laughed before stopping in front of your bedroom door

“okay, so don’t freak out but i have pet snake..” you told him hesitantly

“no way for real? can i see?” kevin asked excitedly

you nodded opening your bedroom door as you and kevin walked up to the medium sized cage in the corner of your room

“wow he looks really cool can i hold him?” kevin asked

“absolutely he’s actually really sweet” you replied taking out the medium green snake and handing him over

kevin held the snake in his hands while sticking out his tongue copying the snake as you smiled

“i actually have to give him away soon since i’m moving to another building and they don’t allow pets” you mumbled

“aw that sucks [name] i’m sorry, how about i help you find him a good home?” kevin asked placing the snake back in the cage

you nodded happily wanting nothing more

「 Choi Chanhee 」

you weren’t expecting that this was the way that chanhee would meet a pet mouse for the first time

it was a memorable experience to say the least

when chanhee was on vlive you figured now was the time for him to meet the cute little mouse

“i’ll be right back deobi’s i’m gonna bring a friend” you smiled

chanhee gave you a confused look as far as he knew it was just you and him that were gonna do the vlive together

once you came back into the room chanhee turned his chair to greet the new acquaintance but the first thing you heard was his screams

“love what is that? is it a rat?” he shrieked as he covered his mouth in disbelief

“no! it’s my pet mouse, doesn’t he look cute deobi’s?” you asked showing him to the camera

“look at his cute little round ears” you added as chanhee was still giving you puzzled looks

“oh love, i don’t know…” he finally said looking at the mouse from afar and at his phone reading deobi’s comments

you giggled responding “relax chanhee it’s my neighbors mouse, i just wanted to see your reaction”

he sighed putting his hand over his chest dramatically “love you almost gave me a heart attack in front of deobi’s”

“sorry deobi!” you apologized sincerely leaving the room

“what just happened?” chanhee asked the camera jokingly

「 Ji Changmin/Q 」

it was a nice sunny day when you and changmin decided to take a walk through the city

it was a spontaneous day, doing everything that caught you and changmin’s eye like the cafe and shopping

as you both were making your way home that’s when you spotted the pet store asking changmin if you can go in

“changmin-a, can we go there?” you asked pointing to the pet store

“of course babe, i was thinking about getting some new fish” he grinned grabbing your hand

as you both walked around the store looking at the various fishes and reptitles that’s when you saw a cage full of adorable hamsters

“aw changmin look how cute these are, they look just like you! especially that one” you pointed laughing at the individual hamster in the corner eating with its cheeks puffed

changmin laughed showing his adorable smile agreeing before asking the seller if he could hold one

the seller opened the cage and handed changmin a hamster to hold

you quickly took out your polaroid camera as changmin started to pose with the hamster

the rest of the day was spent taking pictures with all the animals in the pet store

「 Juhaknyeon 」

it was a chill day spending it haknyeon on his rare day off

as you two were watching t.v with your head on his lap you were casually scrolling through your phone

that’s when you saw an ad for a chameleon that was for sale

you didn’t know much about chameleon’s besides thet fact that they were really cool looking and that their skin camouflaged itself to hide from prey

you gently tapped on haknyeon who was slowly starting falling asleep

“haknyeon look someone is selling their pet chameleon” you said lightly trying to wake him up

“hmm? that’s nice babe” he replied still half asleep

“can we go and see it?” you asked hopefully

“mm, sure babe” he murmured bending down to kiss your forehead before falling back asleep

a couple of days later you were seeing the chameleon for the first time even though haknyeon barely rememberd the conversation on going

“this is him” the older lady introduced you two to her loving chameleon adding “would you like to hold him?”

you nodded enthusiastically as she grabbed the chameleon and placed it on your forearm

haknyeon lightly touched his back commenting on the odd texture

you then placed it on top of haknyeon’s forearm and saw the chameleon changing colors to haknyeon’s jacket

“wow, this is officially the coolest pet ever let’s get him” haknyeon’s said smiling

「 Kim Sunwoo 」

kim sunwoo loved you, in fact he adored you. in his eyes you could do no wrong

but he also loved the two lovebirds you had together as pets as they reminded him of your relationship

the birds were always together, eating, sleeping, and flying simultaneously

the male lovebird had a black face with a grey body and his name was jae

while the female was light blue with white body with her name being eun

he especially loved it whenever he would come home from practice and they would fly all over the dorm

“sunwoo wait, jae is on top of your head” you giggled as sunwoo entered the apartment taking off his shoes

you pointed your index finger outward as jae flew on top of it landing easily

jae quickly flew over to his wooden play stand walking to eun as she was eating from the bird feeder

sunwoo pulled you close wrapping his arms around your waist pressing light kisses in the crook of your neck from behind

“how was your day?” he murmured in between kisses

you moaned in response “so much better now that you’re here”

sunwoo smiled as you both heard the the faint chirps from jae and eun in the background

「 Eric Sohn 」

one of the reasons you loved hanging out with eric was because he always made you feel like a little kid again

it was his idea to spend the day with you at an amusement park where you two went on countless rides and ate all the junk food you can eat

you both decided that it would be best to take a break from all the rides and go to the park’s animal exhibit

“wow babe come look a this” eric exclaimed excitedly pulling your hand running towards the reptile exhibit

you giggled in response at his energy following right behind

you both took in all the different snakes, lizards, and turtles before you finally stopped in front of an exhibit where a worker was explaining one of the lizards they had which was a bearded dragon

“now would anyone like to hold him?” the worker announced to the onlookers

“i would!” eric grinned raising his hand in response

as you both walked closer to get a better look the worker handed eric the bearded dragon where he was also explaining more fun facts and instructions on how to hold him properly

“hold still eric i wanna make sure i get a picture of this” you smiled taking out your phone

after you took a few snaps you sent it to the boyz group chat where texts started to flood in

you laughed when you read hyunjae’s comment saying that the bearded dragon looked like eric

eric peeked at your phone to see what was so funny until he read hyunjae’s text

“just wait, he won’t laugh once he finds a bearded dragon on his bed” eric chuckled mischievously

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[touchstarvedsam]

I was really gonna ignore that "superior"natural thing but I saw that they seem to have some talented artists. So I thought maybe they are doing something interesting (even if it's destiel) so I checked out their Google doc and omg I'm HOWLING! Eileen calls Sam moosie, Cas calls Dean squirrel. Dean calls Cas kitten, Sam calls Eileen otter. They say it's just a incollection of ideas that might not make it into the project, but you get a sense of what you're dealing with there. And this is from1/?

A brief perusal to see how much attention Sam gets compared to Dean & Cas (a word search gave 27/87/100 results for each respectively, so not too much attention to Sam. But sure, Sam is the favorite character of some of their writers). I'm sure a deeper reading will unearth more (like, Dean saying you are home to Cas, who says we're not at the bunker, Dean replies but you are home. That sounds like something Dean would say. And Dean wishes a tulpa into existence 'cause he misses Cas too much)2/?

They say they want to eliminate plot holes but it seems what's a plot hole depends on whether it serves their ship: purgatory stays (we know they love that arc) even if it makes no sense for Crowley and Cas to go through that much in S6 when apparently there are many ways in and out. Cas, the guy who failed at almost everything he's done, is a "master strategist". Every other retcon of later seasons stays as long as it serves ship purposes. Sam gets his fair share of attention but Dean is the3/?

One who teaches Cas about being human including the textures of food (Sam and Cas pbj moment erasure) and Cas should be the one to teach Jack about his powers (no mention of Sam and Jack's relationship). Other ooc things: Cas rides a bike and when Dean asks says it reminds him of flying. After Cain, Dean takes Cas to the farm for bees (?). Cas and Dean snuggle. Knowing Cas is alive gives demon Dean strength to fight to be cured? Dean speaks enochian to Cas. Cas making a mixtape for Dean. 4/?

Cas being in regarding Dean. "Baby jack walking around in cas’s trench coat going “I’m an angel”." Home alone type ep with Jack. Dean kissing cas's forehead when he's dead in 13.01. Crowley is Jack's godfather and gets him a hellhound pet. Sam has a pet fish? Dean sings you're my sunshine to Cas as he sleeps. "Uncle Gabe". Apparently John dropped Sam and Dean off at Bobby's all the time? I don't think this is canon? Keep 15.18 but change 19&20 (of course). There's no drama or angst like 5/?

Kevin's death or Crowley's death or anything that might add tension to the story. Unless of course it serves the ship so plenty of trauma for Cas including darkness (from the empty) and sharp objects (from Naomi). A small mention of Sam's trauma with Lucifer, thank God, but it's interesting that they have so little Sam. They can say they'll flesh out more arcs for Sam but it's clear he's not a priority from how he's not present where he should be. For example, Dean will explain everything 6/?

To Mary and break her out of her brainwashing. But where's Sam? She's his mother too. Other than Eileen Sam's most meaningful relationship seems to be with his pet fish (still confused about that). Even if this project gets better in the future, which I doubt, it's clear what the direction here is. It baffles me that they think this is superior to the show we have, as problematic as the show is. I wish them best of luck but I don't have any high hopes for this. Thanks for the laughs though. 7/7

Sorry for that long ass rant in your inbox. It's in the middle of the night but I'm cackling after reading their doc and I had to share it with someone. I thought you might find it amusing as well. Hopefully all my asks go through. On the one hand, I feel bad hating on a fan project. But the way they've positioned it ("superior"), the blatant disrespect to Sam, and all the shit their side has pulled since the finale (and long before that) has really irked me. Again, sorry.

I just- this whole thing was a whirlwind of nonsense, it took me a whole week to process it. I don’t even know where to start here, or if I want to just yeet my laptop out my bedroom window into the snow. They really consider their ideas superior to the original show? More like Inferiornatural, to be honest. Superinferiornatural? They can’t even seem to characterize them correctly, let alone come up with a decent plotline or idea.

So we’ll start with the nicknames, since that is where you started. The whole thing is painfully out of character, but the worst (and funniest) of them all is Dean calling Cas “kitten,” I might actually laugh myself into an early grave with that one. Dean gives nicknames to shorten people’s names (besides Sam; Sammy is the only person who gets an extended nickname). He’s not going to give someone a longer nickname than the original nickname he uses for them! And Cas wouldn’t actually give nicknames, especially not giving Dean the nickname Crowley gave him??? Otter?! Moosie?!  W H A T. Can we move on from grade school kiddie crush nicknames?

I’m currently manifesting Dean saying “kitten” in his gruff voice with that lip curl he does sometimes and I’m cracking up about it. Thanks for the amusement, heIIers.

Of course Sam would only be mentioned 27 times to Cas’ 100 because Sam means nothing to them. He’s only ever either been in their way or a cheerleader for that horribly characterized ship of theirs. I just love how, in order to make DestieI, they have to butcher the characters so irreparably that they’re unrecognizable. Good for them, they can’t even have fanfiction of their ship where the characters keep their canon personalities. 10/10 would laugh at again.

I love the Sam erasure. It’s true to the heIIers’ character at least. They’re a one-trick pony. I’m so used to it by now that I’m totally desensitized to their bullshit. But Dean speaking Enochian? What? When and how did he learn that? I can’t see Dean in his 30s sitting there willingly to learn the language of the angels. Not even if his “kitten” is the one to teach him. Dean doesn’t give a fuck about that. If any of them is going to learn Enochian, it’ll be Sam, and they can fight me on that. I will kick anyone’s ass that argues.

I hope the mixtape Cas makes for Dean is just 4 hours of that Spaghetti song by The Wiggles because Cas sucks at doing human things.

I’d love to see the Sam erasure in the Regarding Dean one. Just swap Sam out for Cas? So Cas is the only one Dean recognizes? Hmm. Where would Sam go? A smoothie place? Yeah, as if Dean would remember the angel who he’d barely known for 8 years at that time over Sam who he’d known since he was 4 years old, lol. Sure, Jan.

The entire 5th ask is WILD, nonnie. A pet fish? Dean singing you are my sunshine? Dean kissing Cas’ forehead? LMFAO. Crowley is Jack’s godfather. The KING OF HELL is Jack’s GODfather. I’m- hgfjdksl I’m sure Dean who was ripped apart by hellhounds would love for Jack to have a pet hellhound. Yeah. Absolutely. “Uncle Gabe” yeah, fuck that guy in particular. Honestly, I’m surprised they haven’t erased Eileen to make SabrieI endgame in their fic. SabrieI is the Sam version of DestieI. It’s just as nasty and abusive :) which was why the heIIers ship it. They’re into abuse. It’s their shtick.

I do wonder what the point of the fish is... Sam has always loved and wanted a dog... you’d think they’d give Sam a dog... but I forgot they don’t pay attention to the show unless the episode has Mushy in the credits. I literally saw a heIIer say they skipped episodes if Mushy wasn’t in the credits... so they don’t know how to characterize Sam or Dean, but from this message they don’t even know how to characterize Cas who seems to be their precious uwu baby angel so I’m not surprised. I can’t wait for them to start releasing this shitshow. It makes for good fodder to make fun of them all over again. They really watched a grand total of 146 out of 327 episodes and thought, “Yeah, my opinion about the show definitely matters,” and I think that’s fucking hilarious.

Sorry for taking so long to respond! Hope I did a good job, nonnie. <3

[huntertales]

Part Three: I Just Want To Be Loved. (Sacrifice S08E23)

Episode Summary: With Crowley poised to undo all the good they’ve ever done as hunters; Sam, Dean and the reader find themselves cornered. But with Kevin’s help, the Winchesters and the reader bound into one last play against the king of hell. However everything comes with a cost. What must the three sacrifice to seal the gates of hell for good? Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Warning: Angst, mentions of religious belief/undertones. Word Count: 5,616.

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Crowley had been awfully quiet over the past half an hour. Long as you had known the demon he proved he wasn't the type who kept his lips shut for very long. He liked to hear himself talk and try to have the last word. You learned it was trouble when he grew quiet for longer than just a few minutes, it most likely meant he was planning some kind of scheme. His latest one ended with him drawing blood after biting your arm hard enough to leave teeth marks. You weren't sure if you prepare yourself for another attack with the next dosage coming up soon. Unless Crowley had taken your threat of knocking all of his teeth out of his head seriously. You kept your promises. And if anything, you proved to the king you were a force to be reckoned with. You killed his pet hell hound by yourself. You snuck your way into hell and smuggled out Bobby Singer's soul. Not to mention you killed countless of his goons that tried to get in your way. But the person who accomplished all of those things wasn't in front of him tonight.

You might have started off this third trial going in strong, but as the hours passed and you gave the dosages to Crowley,  you were starting to feel the effects you couldn’t hide anymore. It was hard to explain the changes going on in your body. Ever since the first dosage there was a pain that was slowly increasing with each injection. You felt it most in your lower regions like your backside whenever you got up from sitting on the uncomfortable wooden pew and walked around. You tried to hide your discomfort, blaming it on the standing you weren't used to doing lately. But even when you were stuck in Purgatory and hiked your way through hell the pain wasn't...down there. The place where the baby would be coming out in three months. All the Mommy blogs and baby books you bought didn't tell you about discomfort like this. You chalked it up to the excuse of why pregnant women always had to pee every five minutes. Most likely the baby was shifting around, pressing itself against one of your organs.

The ache in your lower regions wasn't the only thing that came about while you were conducting the ritual. You were most likely running a bit of a fever, and you were feeling awfully dizzy. Each step you took felt like you were using what little strength you had left from keeping your knees buckling out from underneath you. You felt weak. Every dosage you were giving Crowley was doing something to your body. You might be making him human, but you were taking something away from yourself. It was hard to explain to someone who didn't go through what you did. While you might have appeared to be getting worse in Sam's eyes, you were determined than ever to keep going. You were so close to finishing this. Three more hours until all of this was over. Nothing was going to stand in your way. 

"How we doing, Kitten? Ain't it about time for the next love injection?" Crowley wondered in a snarky tone. You looked over your shoulder to give the demon your best sarcastic smile you could before turning back to what you were trying to accomplish. Crowley decided to help ease the silence by singing a little David Bowie. "Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes turn around and face the strange ch-ch-changes Just gonna have to be a different man. Time may change me, but I can't trace—” 

You found yourself struggling to gather the strength you needed to prick yourself with another needle. While Sam threw daggers at the demon to shut him up, you leaned against the altar, your hands growing into fists as another shot of pain ran through your body. You opened your eyes slightly to see your arms were glowing again, enough to see the outlines of your veins. Each injection you gave it was starting to come back more frequently, along with the ache you were trying to pretend wasn’t there. And Crowley’s irritating voice as he continued on singing. You pressed your eyelids back together and let out a frustrated sigh. If you wanted anything to stop it was the demon’s off key attempt at singing. You didn't realize it at the time your prayers were about to come true, by someone you least expect to show their face around here.

You were torn away from your personal thoughts when you started to feel the altar beneath your body beginning to shake slightly, causing every instinct in you to throw up red flags. The ground beneath your feet start to move as well, making you quickly figure out something was going on. As the church began to tremble with whatever outside force, Sam pulled out the demon knife as you turned around to face the king of hell, wondering if he was the cause of this. But how? You had him under lock and eye from the cuffs that were made for something like him. And the devil's trap stripped him from doing anything. You glanced down at the bite mark, suddenly figuring out why he bit you in the first place. It wasn't to lash out, it was to call for help. He needed human blood to make contact with his goons. And they were here. 

You looked down at the wooden floors to see the commotion caused a crack to start slowly forming, breaking its way into a perfect line, all the way through the devil’s trap, rendering the spray paint trap. However you knew Crowley couldn’t do much with the cuffs still around him. You wished you could say the same for whatever was standing outside those church doors. All you had to defend yourself was a knife shared between two people and a gun loaded with devil trap markings. You suddenly regretted letting Dean skip out on this. You really could use the numbers for how many demons that were standing out there, waiting to be the one to kill you with their own bare hands at the things you had done this year alone. 

“Do you really think you could kidnap the king of hell and no one was gonna notice, dumb nuts?!” Crowley sneered at you for your actions that were about to bite you in your ass. 

The double doors to the church swung open by the demon after making their grand entrance to save the king. You were expecting a handful of Crowley's goons, maybe even more, waiting for the opportunity to tear you apart limb from limb at what you were trying to do to their precious king. Along with the fact that word had surely spread around you were trying to lock them up for good. The back up you saw was only one single demon. But the sight of her was enough to make your stomach drop in nervousness. This demon already had a personal vendetta against you long before you took on the burdens to close the gates of hell. 

Abbadon strutted her way into the building with the tiniest smirk on her lips at how the both of you were meeting again. It was almost ironic for how you were about to meet your demise. You should’ve known these things don’t end well for those who try to fix things that don’t concern them. Father Thompson was torn apart for trying to cure a demon. Your father was turned into one for simply being in the presence of the ritual. What she was about to do to you and Sam was going to be her best work yet, maybe more than anything she’s ever done. 

“Hello, boys.” She greeted the two men. 

“That’s my line.” Crowley felt the need to correct the demon about who could speak the infamous welcome he never failed to start with. You quickly shot a glance over at Sam, wondering what the hell you were going to do. The knife he was holding in his grip wasn’t going to work on the knight of hell. It was only going to piss her off even more if you tried to. Crowley thought for a moment why she didn’t seem familiar to him. It took him a moment to realize his rescue was rumored to have kicked the bucket decades back. “Abbadon? They told me you were dead.” 

“So not.” She replied.

“And the rest of the calvary?” Crowley wondered about his own safety, he didn’t take a moment to consider the demon was from another time period where more powerful demons above the once king of the crossroads ruled over hell while their father remained trapped in a cage in the depths of hell. 

“Oh, no, it’s just little, old, unkillable me.” Abbadon told the demon. 

You might not have had a chance to find out what kept her down for good, but you knew what could slow her down until you finish the ritual. Once you did, Abbadon and everyone else of her kind would be a problem no more. Sam knew the knife would be no good against her once she decided to quit with the formal introductions to the king of hell and decided to finally kill the both of you once and for all. He swiftly reached for the gun instead he remembered was inside the duffel bag, deciding to take his chance and shoot the demon while she was distracted. Abbadon was quick to catch on to the little tricks you had pulled on her once before, she didn’t even need to pull a muscle to take a few hunters down. 

Sam managed to shoot off a round before he found himself being thrown across the room and landing roughly against the wall when Abbadon noticed what he was trying to do. You found yourself calling out the younger man’s named in a frantic tone of voice at what you saw the demon do. You should have been more concerned at your own well being. Abbadon wasted no time in giving you the same treatment as well, making your body feel as it was a rag doll as she tossed you over to the opposite wall with a hard blow she knew wasn't good for someone in your condition. She watched in pleasure as you fell to the floor, the dull ache in your body had transformed itself into an unbearable pain that would leave you occupied long enough for her to finish business with the king of hell.

“Brillant. Why send in a few grunts when you can send in a knight? Say your prayers, kids.” Crowley seemed rather impressed at what Abbadon was able to do without lifting much as a single finger. But the demon wasn’t done just yet. When she noticed Sam had recovered and was trying to claw his way over to the gun, she decided to remove him from the situation for now. With a simple flick of the wrist, Sam went flying back into the air and tossed out of the church window, landing with a hard enough of a blow to knock him unconscious for the next few minutes. “That’ll do. Undo these. I’ll kill them myself.” 

Abbadon didn’t like the tone of the demon’s voice, along with what he was saying to her. She walked over to Crowley and stood over him. “That was an order, was it?”

“I am your king.” Crowley reminded the demon about her place. 

“About that...” Abbadon decided it was the perfect opportunity to discuss her dislike for how hell turned out. And what better way than the big man himself? She started off with giving Crowley a punch to the face, and another one for good measure to show him just an ounce of the anger she felt when she heard a demon like himself had taken a title he would never be good enough for. “Do you know what I find the most shocking about time-traveling through a closet and landing in the year 2013?”

Abbadon didn’t give the demon a chance to answer her question. She could care less for whatever kind of sarcastic answer that would most likely come out of his mouth. She threw a punch after punch at the demon, not caring when the chair he was tied to tipped over and landed on the ground with a thud. She liked this position better. It made him realize where he belonged. “Somebody thought it was a good idea to make you the king of hell.”

Crowley managed to scope around his surroundings to see the gun Sam had dropped was just a few inches from where his head was. He decided to distract Abbadon long enough to realize they were on the same team. “You know what that mutt’s trying to do, right? She’s trying to shut the gates of hell.” 

Abbadon listened to what the demon had to say, nodding along to the information that was news to her, but it wasn’t enough to soften her feelings against him. She circled around him until she stood in front of him once more, spotting the gun he was trying to reach for. If he was trying to gain her trust, he was doing a lousy job at it. She simply flicked away the gun to a spot nobody would be able to reach it. Both of them were in the middle of a very important conversation. It would be a shame for Crowley to ruin it. Abbadon had so much she wanted to go over with the demon. She bent down so she was more on Crowley’s eye level, wanting to make sure what she was about to say came out crystal clear.

“Right now you and I are gonna talk about a regime change.” She told him flat out how it was going to be. Crowley’s expression began to slowly change when he realized she wasn’t here to rescue him. 

“You little whore.” Crowley hissed at the demon. “I am your k—”

Before he could finish the insult against someone much more powerful than him, Abbadon cut off the demon by kicking him hard enough in the head to knock him unconscious as well. It was slightly comforting to know that even after decades, small men who get the slightest taste of power like Crowley always think they’re entitled to much more like ruling over hell. She would get to him later. Right now the demon had two other very important people waiting for her. Nobody was going to stand in the demon’s way of ripping apart you and the young Samuel the way she should have when she had the opportunity. She was going to make a masterpiece out of your bodies and put them on display for Dean. Oh, it was going to be wonderful. 

Abbadon left the unconscious Crowley and began walking to where she had left you, wanting to warm up first before getting to the good part. She didn’t take into consideration you weren’t fragile as she thought. It was going to take more than being thrown across the room to take you down. She might be unkillable, but you were adaptable. The demon felt a gasp escape her throat when she felt something cold thrown in her face. She stopped in her tracks and let out a frustrated growl at whatever you were trying to do to her. She thought it was holy water someone had thrown at her, but her skin wasn't sizzling. Abbadon wiped her eyes to see you were standing in front of her with a smirk of your own, and a lit set of matches. 

“Love the shirt.” You complimented the demon on her wardrobe choice you remembered she stole off a comic book store worker before killing her. The ironic and infamous ‘Devil made me do it’ shirt would be greatly missed if you had to be honest. “Wish I could say the same for the suit.” 

The stuff you threw in Abbadon's face wasn't holy water like she probably expected it to be as a way to slow her down. You were far past that point. You wanted to see the bitch suffer. And what a more perfect way to do it than douse her in holy oil. You knew from past experience, it was a great combustible substance to trap angels. And set meat suits on fire. You threw the matches to her feet and watch as the body of Josie Sands burst into flames. While you might not be able to kill the demon like you wanted, you could at least inflict fifty-five years worth of karma she had coming her way and set the bitch on fire. 

You stumbled back to distance yourself from the flames as you watched as Abbadon abandoned her body was was about to be reduced to nothing more than a charred corpse. She took her opportunity to escape when she slipped out from the burning body, leaving you to watch as a black cloud of smoke as she vanished into the night sky, far away from here. When you knew she was gone for good, you passed by Crowley, who was still knocked out cold on the floor, and headed outside to see where you could find Sam. You needed to make sure he was all right. Despite the pain you could feel settling in your tailbone, you chalked it up to a little bit of bruising you were going to feel for the next few days. You stumbled your way over to Sam and stumbled down to your knees.

“Sammy. Come on,” You lightly patted the man’s cheek in some kind of attempt to get him to wake up. It took a few more times until you saw his eyelids slowly start to flutter open. You greeted him with a smile. “Hey, you need to get up.” 

It took Sam a few seconds to realize what had happened and how he got here, lying on the ground on a bed of broken glass. He looked around to see if he could find the demon, but when she was out of sight, he directed his attention over to you. “Hey, you okay?” He asked you in a concerned tone. “Where’s Abbadon?”

“I’m fine. And as for Abbadon...” You looked back to the church, remembering where her corpse remained. "Might not be able to kill the bitch, but I can set her on fire. Let’s just say she's not be much of a problem anymore.”

Sam knew there was a story about how you managed to do that on your own without Abbadon knowing what you were up to. He pushed himself back up to his feet and began making his way back inside the church with you as well. You found yourself needing to take it slower than him, the pain was starting to become more intense than you could handle at the moment. You forced yourself to inhale deep breaths as you tried to pretend the ache didn’t exist. But it kept reminding you with each step that you took and headed back inside to where Crowley was waiting for you. 

Sam was the one who pushed Crowley back up into a sitting position after Abbadon went a few rounds with him. You managed to walk all the way over to one of the wooden pews and took a seat for just a minute so you could give your body a rest. You looked over at Crowley when you noticed he was conscious once again. Both of you made eye contact, and when you did, you expect the most to come out of the demon's mouth was a sarcastic line. It was the kind of behavior you had been dealing with all day. However, it seemed he was grateful at what you did. Even displaying a kind of behavior you had never seen in a demon before, you were pretty sure it was gratitude. Maybe it was all the blows to the head he took that rattled his brain around and was making him say all of these things that sounded out of character for him. 

“You did good back there, Kitten. I’ll deny if you ever quote me, but I’m a proud man. I’m proud of you. You too, Moose.” Crowley might have given you the first sincere compliment you ever heard come out of his mouth. You gave him a slightly strange look, wondering if your brain was pulling some kind of trick on you and distorting what the demon was saying. Sam gave the demon a sarcastic smile and grabbed the spray paint to fix up the devil’s trap. “Hold on. Uh, what’s that?”

“It’s what it looks like.” Sam told the demon as he crouched down on the ground to mend back the trap so it remained effective. 

“Are you joking? I just saved your life.” Crowley said. He sounded hurt at what you were doing, treating him like a monster that couldn’t be trusted. Sam chuckled at hearing how the demon managed to save the day, giving him a look as he mumbled a serious in a slightly questionable tone. Crowley followed the younger man across the room until he was standing next to you after throwing the spray can back into the bag. “Seriously? Me, seriously? Kitten. Come on. We just shared a foxhole, you and I. We beat back the tet offensive, outrun the—the rape of nanking together! And still you’re gonna do me like this?!”

You weren't sure what the hell had gotten into Crowley. He was rambling on about something that sounded like nothing more than gibberish to you. You pushed yourself back up to your feet and headed over to him, sticking him with the sixth dosage, leaving you with one left. He hadn’t shown any changes from the dosages. The demon let out a wince of pain at the expected injection he should have known was coming. While you were hoping he would just stop talking, Crowley kept going, trying to explain what he was rambling on in the first place so you would understand. And possibly giving you the first sight of progress. 

“‘Band of Brothers’? ‘The Pacific’? None of this means anything to you?” Crowley asked you in an almost desperate sounding tone of voice. It was like he was hoping you would get what he was trying to say without speaking the exact words. You kept staring at him like he had grown a second head. The demon kept going. “All of those motels, you never once watched HBO, not once? ‘Girls’?” You were about to tune him out, thinking all of what he was rambling on about was nothing more than nonsense. Until you noticed the way he spoke up again. You heard the pure...emotion in his voice, the way his accent slipped away caught your attention the most. You didn’t say anything.  You just let him ramble on.

"You're my Marnie, Kitten. A-And Hannah—she just—she needs to be loved. She deserves it. Don't we all—you, me, Sam—we deserved to be loved. I deserve to be loved!" Crowley shouted the epiphany he realized that was inside of him on the top of his lungs, as if he was declaring it to the world. The sight of his expression alone made it clear he was...feeling things he hadn’t touched in a very long time. Not since he was a human being. And the clutches of hell burned away his humanity. He stared at you with this look in his eye. It reminded you of a broken man, someone who has been starved of affection their entire life. Crowley spoke up once more, this time, in a whisper. “I just want to be loved.” 

Sam hadn’t paid much attention to what the demon was going on about much as you had. To him, it was a bunch of nonsense with little meaning. He stared at Crowley with a confused look on his face after a few seconds passed, as if he was trying to make sense of it all. “What?”

“What?” Crowley repeated after the younger Winchester, suddenly acting as if he was broken out of a trance he was under. The demon looked around the church when he started to remember all the things he just said a few moments ago. A sense of confusion washed all over him at the reaction given from the situation. Demons don't have emotions—not the kind that make you confess things like he had. Crowley fell silent as he stared straight ahead. Something was happening to him, but he wasn’t sure if he should be worried at what this could mean.

+ + +

The trials have been bringing up memories from your past for a while now. Little things about yourself that you forgot all about that didn’t seem important to remember. And then there were sweet memories of a time before monsters and death, when things seemed sweet. And so innocent. Others made you relive things from your past you wanted to bury deep inside of you, never wanting to see the light of day ever again. But they haunted you, reminding you of the monster you used to be—making you wonder if it was possible at all to redeem yourself from your sins. And then you had flashbacks of the simplest things that didn’t seem like they mattered at the time. Until tonight.

While you were sitting on the pew waiting for the seventh hour, you were reminded of a time you were walking down the street, in some city you were passing through while looking for a case. You caught sight of a street preacher with his bible, shouting about something. It was common in the southern states to see someone spreading the word of the gospel. You always brushed it off.  Most of the time people of faith liked to make things bleak. You’re all sinners who are going to hell—unless you accept Jesus as your  savior and allow God into your heart. They always make it seem like their way is the only way to see the pearly gates after you die. Bible thumpers try so hard to make you feel miserable and treat common folk like they’re the monsters if they don’t abide by the rules and live on the straight and narrow. Not this preacher.

He reminded those who would listen that everyone was capable of redemption. No matter how bad of a person you are, whatever sort of obscene acts you committed, you were still capable of being loved. Because that’s what Jesus taught his followers. “Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.” Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. And treat people who didn’t really like you with the same respect. “Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.” People seem to lose the focus when it came to the words written in the bible they supposedly believe was written by God himself. The exact same one they use to shame people for being different. And they’ll also say in the same breath God doesn’t make mistakes. You’re born exactly as He intended you to be. 

You always chalked up the line as total bull. It only applies for certain things, mostly for what the bible says is okay. And even then people will bend the fictional words to their liking. You knew better than anyone in this world that the big man upstairs screws up. Maybe He tried to fix his mistakes by guiding people to the way He intended for them to be by guiding them to certain situations, to meet someone who could help lead those lost down the right path. You wondered if that’s what he was doing to you. He was leading you down the way he always intended Lucifer to take. His son was given the opportunity to redeem himself. Instead he made it worse by creating you. 

You weren’t given a fair chance at redemption. No matter how hard you tried, every path you tried to take turned out to be the wrong one. It was leading you down the person that was planned out for you. But not even God could tell you what to do. You kept proving over and over again you didn’t want to be like this, a constant sense of evil who can’t do good. So maybe God finally got the hint. Perhaps he was giving you the chance to redeem yourself and making things as they should. By starting with a soul like Crowley’s, something that was corrupted by the flames of hell. You remembered exactly what the preacher had said that say: “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.”

You don’t know much about Crowley before he was turned into a demon, or the reason why he had sold his soul away in the first place. Everyone has a story for how they ended up here, and why turned out the way they did. You always knew Crowley as a smug demon who didn’t like to get his hands dirty. He was a con artist. He tricked people into selling their souls away and into getting people to do what he wanted. Perhaps that’s how he got to be king of the crossroads. Because he was just that good at his job. And how he managed to steal the crown and make himself the king of hell. Because he didn’t just want the power. He wanted someone to look up to him. To be loved by someone.  

The Crowley you saw in front of you just an hour ago was someone you haven't seen before in your entire life. You felt as if you had gotten a glimpse of the person he used to be, back when he was human. Someone who had never quite gotten affection before. You couldn’t deny you were loved by people. And it wasn’t just the traditional romantic love. If anything, you were blessed to be surrounded by people who would—and have—died for you. But Crowley…you found your heart breaking for him in the way he confessed about wanting to be loved. Everyone deserves the affection. But you wonder if he was willing to work to achieve the desired he sought out for. 

You looked down at your watch to see that it was time for the final injection. You reached for the syringe with slightly shaky hands and went to take another dose of blood. Even just sitting here waiting for the hour to pass you felt it becoming increasingly harder to sit here without feeling like you were using all the strength you had left. Your skin felt clammy and the room seemed like it was spinning around you. The only thing clear in your mind was that you wanted to get this complete. And it seemed that someone else was feeling the same way.

“Would it be possible, Kitten…” Crowley spoke up for the first time since his outburst. You glanced up to see the demon fell silent for a few seconds, as if he was trying to think of the proper words to say. Something that felt more meaningful. Because what he was about to ask of you was something he had never thought would come out of his mouth. You slowly pushed yourself up to your feet, wincing at the pain you had been feeling all night. “I’d like..to ask you a favor, Y/N. Earlier, when you were confessing back there…what did you say?” 

The question that came out of Crowley’s mouth didn’t sound cynical. He wasn’t trying to patronize you like he had hours ago. Crowley was serious. Your expression softened when you heard him tell you the reason why. “I only ask because, given my history…” Guilt is one of the worst things humans can feel. Because it comes in many forms. And it tears you up inside at the things you have done with your bare hands. It forces you to look at yourself and realize what kind of monster you had become. God knows you had enough of it. And it seemed Crowley was ready to face his own demons. “It raises the question, where do I start…to even look for forgiveness?”

You couldn’t explain what you were feeling right now after hearing the words that came out of Crowley’s mouth. It wasn’t even a few days ago he was ready to kill you and everyone you saved. The version of him sitting in front of you wasn’t someone you had seen before. But you wanted to. You felt the ends of your lips stretch into a smile as your vision began to grow slightly blurry from the empathy that hit you out of nowhere. Because you knew the feeling, you had been exactly where he was. Someone helped guide you down the right path. Now it was your turn to return the favor. Because everyone was capable of being forgiven. Even someone like Crowley. 

“How about we start with this?” You suggested to him, lifting up the syringe with the last dose of blood. 

Crowley didn't fight you this time. He didn't resist like he had several times before. The last trace of demon inside of him was losing. The person Crowley wanted to be let him turn his head and present his neck. You stepped forward to him and injected him with the final dosage of blood. 

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