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supernaturalscribe67 · 8 months

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Silent Affections

Words: 1,600

POV: 3rd Person

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Enby!Reader

Pronouns: (They/Them)

Warning(s): None

Summary: Growing up, the reader was never one to say 'I love you' to anyone, even close family and friends. When they got into a relationship with Sam, they did everything in their power to make sure Sam knew how much they truly loved him, without necessarily saying it.

Request:

Hiya! Before I get into the rq, I just gotta say, loved your Sam x Author!Reader fic. v cute!

Anyways, could you please write a Sam x gn!reader (they/them), who's love languages are Acts of Service and Quality Time? They have a harder time saying 'I love you' out loud (not due to relationship truma, it's just how they were raised) but prefer to say it quietly, like when they clean his room for him, or cook him breakfast, and just being near him doing research 'n stuff. Uhh anyways- drink some water or somethin', bye!

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A/N: I loved writing this. I think it's cute and fluffy, and I really hope you enjoy it as well! It's also my first time writing with a character that uses they/them pronouns, so I'm excited to see what you guys think! Thank you so much for requesting!

The smell of eggs wafted through the bunker hallways as Sam entered. A clear layer of sweat glistened on his forehead as a result of his early morning run. Sam took a moment to inhale and admire the delectable scent before he descended the stairs and began to make his way toward the kitchen. He could feel his mouth begin to water and his stomach growl the closer he got to the source. As he turned the corner into the kitchen, a smile made its way onto his face.

(Y/N) stood in front of the counter next to the oven, their back turned to Sam. Their head was down and their arms moved in short movements at their sides. Sam could see that they were still in the pajamas that they had worn to bed the night before, an apron tied around the front of them evident by the bow that rested directly above the small of their back. Quietly, Sam walked over to them, wrapped his arms around their waist, and placed his chin on their shoulder. (Y/N) let out a small gasp and jumped as they looked over their shoulder at Sam. Sam chuckled, his chest rumbling against (Y/N)’s back.

“You scared the shit out of me,” (Y/N) breathed.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

When Sam looked over their shoulder, he saw that they were mixing a fruit medley. He hummed.

“What’re you making?”

“Just some breakfast. Figured you would want something after your run. I have some of those egg white veggie muffins I’ve been talking about in the oven, then I got some fruit that I picked up from the store yesterday, and a protein shake for you in the fridge.” (Y/N) explained, gesturing from the oven to the fridge as they talked.

While they spoke, a content smile was plastered on Sam’s lips. Once they were done talking, Sam leaned against them, moving his head forward so that he could capture their lips in a sweet kiss. (Y/N) raised their brows when Sam pulled away.

“What was that for?” They asked.

“I just love you.” Sam shrugged.

(Y/N) smiled softly as they reached a hand up and placed it on Sam’s cheek. Their thumb gently brushed against the stubble that was growing on Sam’s jawline before they tilted their head up and pecked Sam’s lips gingerly. When they pulled back, they scrunched up their nose and tapped Sam’s cheek lightly.

“Go shower, you stink.”

Sam snorted and pulled away from his partner. He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.” He waved them off as he turned and began to make his way out of the kitchen.

(Y/N) chuckled. “Breakfast will be ready soon so don’t take too long.”

“I won’t,” Sam called back as he walked out of the kitchen and headed for the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later, Sam walked back into the kitchen. Droplets of water dripped onto his shirt from his damp hair and his clothes clung to certain parts of his body. Upon entering, Sam saw (Y/N) setting a plate on the table. It had several egg white muffins on it and a hearty portion of fruit beside it. A tall glass sat next to the plate, the beverage a pinkish color. (Y/N) glanced up and gave Sam a bright smile.

“Just in time, Sammy.” They said before they walked back over to the counter and grabbed the bowl that sat there. They carried it back over to the table and sat down. “I was afraid that I was going to have to eat by myself.”

“I was too hungry to take that long in the shower.” Sam placed a hand on his stomach to emphasize his comment. “This looks amazing, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” (Y/N) beamed as they picked up their spoon that sat in the bowl and stirred the contents around.

Sam glanced over at his partner’s breakfast and frowned. “You’re just having cereal?” He questioned.

“Yeah?”

“You’re not having any of this with me?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “I was craving some cereal.”

“(Y/N), you didn’t have to go through all this trouble to make this just for me.”

“You’re right,” (Y/N) began as they shoved a spoonful of cereal and milk into their mouth. “I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.”

Sam couldn’t help the smirk that played on the corner of his lips as he looked down at his breakfast. The two of them began to eat, enjoying the flavors of their meals in silence for a brief moment. When (Y/N) took another bite, they looked up at Sam with a curious expression.

“So, what are your plans for the day?” They asked as they took another bite.

Sam let out a hum as he finished his bite of food. He took a drink of his protein shake to clear his throat. “I was planning on doing some research today, maybe find a hunt for us. What about you?” Sam then furrowed his brows and licked his lips once the taste of the drink registered with him. He took another sip. “What flavor is this?”

“Oh! I figured I would go with strawberry since you got that chocolate protein powder. Mixes well together.”

Sam nodded. “It’s delicious.”

“Thank you,” (Y/N) gave a closed-mouth smile, mouth full of food. “But, I was going to play some Mario Kart today. I’m still pissed that your brother ended up beating my ass the last time we played.” (Y/N) rolled their eyes.

Sam chuckled. “He hasn’t stopped bragging to me about it.”

“If I wouldn’t have gotten hit by the stupid blue shell on the last lap, then I would have creamed him!”

“You know he threw that blue shell, right?”

(Y/N) froze, mouth open as they went for another bite of food. After a couple of beats of silence, they closed their mouth, the spoon still mere inches from their lips.

“What?” (Y/N)’s voice was almost an octave lower than it had been before.

“He was the one that threw the blue shell. I think he said that he was in sixth or seventh place and he told me that he was the one that threw the blue shell and got you knocked out of first.”

(Y/N)’s jaw clenched as they placed their spoon back into the bowl and leaned back in their chair. They ran their hand down their face and let out a heavy sigh. “I’m going to kill him.”

“How about you beat him in a race and then decide if you want to kill him.”

“Oh, I’m going to throw so many red shells at that idiot that he won’t even know what hit him.”

They sat for the rest of breakfast, chatting about different topics with one another. Once they were both finished, (Y/N) cleared the plates, despite Sam’s protests. (Y/N) was adamant, and Sam found it hard to argue with them. He decided to grab his laptop and make his way into the library to begin his search for possible hunts.

A couple of minutes after he got settled, (Y/N) entered the room after him. Their Nintendo Switch in one hand, a bottle of Ibuprofen in the other, and a water bottle tucked underneath one of their arms. They sat the water bottle and medicine next to Sam’s laptop. Sam furrowed his brows as he looked at the items before he glanced up at his partner.

“Headache?” He asked.

(Y/N) shook their head as they took a seat next to Sam at the table. “Not for me. You’ve been complaining about headaches recently, so I decided to bring you some medicine just in case you got one. You also mentioned that you’ve been wanting to drink more water, so I made you a fresh water bottle filled with ice water.” They explained as they turned on their Switch.

Sam smiled and tilted his head to the side. He placed his hand on the small of (Y/N)’s back, leaned over, and pressed a brief kiss against their temple.

“Thanks,”

“Of course, Sammy,” (Y/N) flashed him a smile before they turned back to the game. “And remember what I told you about the 20-20 rule.”

“Twenty minutes of looking at a screen and then twenty seconds of looking at something far away. I remember. The same thing goes for you and that game.”

“Okay, Dad.”

Sam chuckled before he turned back to his computer. The couple sat there, silence between the two of them. Occasionally, Sam would mention something to (Y/N), which would cause them to pause their game to see what Sam was doing on his computer. Other times, Sam would catch a glimpse at the race (Y/N) was playing and would stop what he was doing to watch them play for a couple of minutes before returning to his search. It was an endless cycle that would repeat until both of them were done with their activities.

The phrase ‘I love you’ wasn’t something that was commonly repeated when Sam said it. However, he didn’t need to hear the words to know the way (Y/N) felt about him. From the small things that his partner did for him to the time they spent simply being near one another, Sam knew that (Y/N) felt just as much love and adoration for him as he felt for them.

And even though it was a different way of expressing their feelings, Sam wouldn’t have it any other way.

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daydreamingfuel · 10 months

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spn-fanfic-reblog-writes · 2 years

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This is an 18+ NSFW blog. Minors, Do Not Interact!

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🏳️‍🌈Blood in Heaven and Hell Dean x OFC x Sam. No Wincest. Poly/ENM. Warnings per chapter! Fluff. Crack. Smut. NSFW/18+. Show level violence and more. On Hiatus.

🏳️‍🌈OFC Inserts (Set AFTER BIHH) Dean X OFC X Sam. Dean x Cas. Sam x OFC. Dean x OFC. No wincest. Poly/ENM. Fluff. Smut. Crack. Warnings per fanfic!

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mersuperwholocked-lowlife · 3 years

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Could you write a Dean Winchester x Non-Binary child coming out/comfort fic? I came out as bi in 2017 and knowing that Dean is canonically bi makes me happy. He’s been my comfort character for almost 5 years now and with everything that’s been going on lately, I just need a comfort fic right now

🥺👉🏼👈🏼

hello! thanks for requesting! i tried my best and hope it works out! whatever is going on in your life, it will get better, and i love you, i see you, i appreciate you, i'm here for you ❤️

also misgendering people doesn't make you cool, doesn't make you funny or popular, it makes you ignorant. it makes you stupid.

(gifs are hard to find omg)

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Your arms were wrapped around yourself, keeping your tears at bay as you sat in the middle of your bed. The lights were off, it was nearly pitch-black, the only light shone from a small, dying night light your father had given you when you were 5. He said it was to scare the monsters away.

Dean wasn't home, or so you thought. Sam was out, it was silent in the bunker.

Days at school weren't easy, living in a small town in Kansas was especially difficult. No one here understood the definition of non-binary, no one cared to learn. Your days were filled with anyone and everyone misgendering you, calling it a phase, calling you crazy.

Not only were you the crazy non-binary whatever, but now you've become the freak who likes both and all genders. Not that you told Dean yet, unsure of how he'd react.

You'd known your dad was bisexual for years, but you didn't know how he'd feel about it, especially right after you had just come out as non-binary.

The bunker was your safe space, Sam and Dean always showed love to you, no matter what.

"Knock knock," Dean opened your door slowly, as your head shot up.

"Hey, Dad," your voice was barely above a whisper, as Dean made his way next to you on your bed.

"Tough day?" he asked softly.

You nodded before you rested your head on his shoulder.

"Everyone at school bullies and misgenders me," you felt Dean tense up, frowning.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" he wiped the tears off your cheek, stroking it before making eye contact with you.

"I don't know... I didn't want you to be disappointed in me, I know it's dumb," you sniffled.

"You know I can never be disappointed in you, right?"

"I know, it's... you and Sammy always go through all this trouble to make me feel safe, and loved. I can't even defend myself against these people at school, what does that say about me?" more tears were visible in your eyes as Dean pressed his lips to your forehead.

He stroked the back of your head, holding you tightly.

"All this says about you is that you're kind, and you're a good person. Better than those sons of bitches at school. I will always love you, no matter what pronouns you use, who you identify as, anything. As your father, it is my job to always love, protect, and accept you for you," you held back a sob, as he continued holding you, rocking you softly.

"I think I'm bisexual," you cried.

"And I still love you as much as I did before," he replied.

You let out a soft cry, as Dean stroked your cheeks, looking back into your eyes.

"What do you think about homeschooling?" he asked.

"Won't it be complicated? With hunting, and-"

"We have a Sam Winchester across the hall, we have a Kevin Tran on speed dial. I think you'll be okay. What do you say?" you could see a small smile grow on his face.

"It's the middle of the year," you said again.

"Who cares anyways? If you want to stick by hunting still-" he paused for a second, while you nodded softly.

You still wanted to be like your dad.

"Then who cares about whatever the fuck Pythagorean theorem is?" you laughed softly, wiping away your tears before sniffling.

"Thank you, Dad," you said softly.

"Anytime, kiddo. Now what do you say we go bully Sammy?" you nodded, as he pulled you up, running out of your room, with you close behind.

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make-me-imagine · 3 years

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Lets Make a Deal

Plot Summary: Sam and Dean take Crowley "hostage" to get information from him. But things go to hell when demons invade the bunker when Sam and Dean are gone. Their target? Crowley. The only person there to save him? Y/n. But, with so many demons, and so few weapons, what will happen? (I suck at summaries lmao)

((Part Two))

Pairing: Crowley x Gn!Reader

Triggers: Fighting, blood, death, injuries, etc.

Words: 3.3k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000Supernatural Taglist: @kaashiOther Tags: @girl-next-door-writes, @russianbutchcrushing, @witchygagirl, @fangirlxwritesx67, @petitgateau911, @everythinguknowisalie, @enby-thesbian - hope you guys dont mind me tagging you! You are all the one who showed an interest on the post I made about this fic. :)

A/N: This doesn't take place at any particular moment in the series, just when they are living in the bunker and Crowley is not their worst enemy, Sam and Dean just don't like him that much. I can't remember all the details of how exactly the bunker is warded, so go with me on this one lol.

As you entered into the bunker, you saw Sam and Dean talking together, clearly distressed.

"Hey." You greeted, causing them to turn fully towards you.

"Hey, got anything?" Dean asked.

You let out a disappointed sigh and shook your head "Nothing. No one seems to know the location of this apparent weapon, or what exactly it is. Everything I can find just tells us what we already know. It's very powerful, and very well hidden."

"Well, we hope we got someone who can give us more than that." Sam said.

"What, who?" You asked curiously.

Dean and Sam looked at each other before looking back at you "We'll show you."

As they began walking towards the staircase, you followed them curiously. And as you began to head towards the dungeon door, you became cautious.

Sam opened the door and pushed it open. As the light fell into the room and landed on the figure sitting in the middle of the room, bound with chains, you became confused.

Dean and Sam walked into the room. Dean turned on the light and watched as you slowly walked into the room. As you did, you met the bounded man's eyes. They were dark brown and seemingly curious as he watched you as well. He had short black hair, a beard and was wearing a black suit.

"Crowley." You said somewhat confidently.

"The one and only darling." The man spoke, his accented voice was not how you had imagined it would be. "And who exactly might you be? The Winchesters interrogation expert?" He asked amused.

You frowned slightly as you looked between Sam and Dean "I'm confused."

"About what?" Sam asked.

"Well...I thought that the last time you two met Crowley, you were...working together?"

"We were." Dean said.

"Right, that's what I thought. So, why exactly is he tied up in the dungeon?"

Sam and Dean looked at each other while Crowley chuckled lowly "Now, that is a good question pet, I'd like to hear the answer too." He looked at the brothers with a glare in his eye.

"Hey!" Dean began "We gave you a chance and you blew it."

"What chance?" You asked.

"We asked him about the weapon and he didn't tell us anything."

"Exactly how many times did you ask him before you locked him in the dungeon?" you asked curiously.

"Uh, well.." Dean began awkwardly "Once."

You rolled your eyes "This is why you two can never make friends." You said with annoyance in your voice, before continuing "So you asked him once, he didn't give you anything, you resulted to this. Did you offer him anything. Try to make some type of non-soul related deal? Like at all?"

"I'm not making a deal with him." Dean said with a tone of offence "He's screwed us over too many times. So, he's staying here until he's willing to tell us something." Dean said before he began to leave "Come on, we got work to do." He called back.

You looked at Sam who just shrugged and then turned to leave. As you began to leave, you spared Crowley another glance and he smirked at you "Come back for a visit any time."

- - - - -

As you sat alone in the bunker, your mind kept wandered to the demon sitting in the dungeon below you. Sam and Dean told you to let him rot there for a bit but you couldn't help but feel guilty.

He was not exactly a good guy, but he had helped Sam and Dean on multiple occasions, which ended up helping you in the long run. Including the last time he had been to the bunker, giving them information that ended up saving you. You figured he'd probably be a bit more forthcoming with information if he was not a prisoner, and in stead treated like a business partner of sorts.

Sighing, you stood and headed for the dungeon, not exactly sure what you were going to do or say to Crowley when you got there. But you were wasting time by just waiting for him to possibly give up information.

As you unlocked and pushed open the door, Crowley squinted when the light hit his face. Stepping in, you flipped on the light.

"Ahh." Crowley smiled "I was hoping it was you."

"Why's that?" You asked curiously as you walked up to the table he was sat behind.

Crowley lifted up his hands and pointed at you "You aren't like the two Winchester oafs. You're different, smarter, more attractive." He added on the last bit with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes lightly as you sat on the edge of the table "Well I'm glad you like me so much, now answer my question. Why wont you tell Sam and Dean about the weapon?"

Crowley smiled at you, clearly amused, before he shrugged his head "I'd like to know about why you are looking for it. I wouldn't want to give anything away, just to be stabbed in the back. Literally."

"Fair enough." You began "We have word that someone is close to finding it, we're not sure who, but they are no one good. And they have plans to take over, everything. Which, might include hell of all places."

Crowley squinted before leaning back a little further in his chair "I'll think on it some more. Maybe if you find out who it is looking for the weapon, I might be more inclined to help."

You sighed before standing "Fine."

"What no torture?" He asked as you walked to the door.

You scoffed as you looked back at him "Not my style."

"Hmm." He hummed under his breath "Wait!" He said, making you stop from closing the door.

"What?"

He leaned forward, peering at you "Who are you?"

You smiled lightly "Y/n." You said casually before closing the door.

As Crowley was left in darkness again, he smiled to himself. He knew your name. You were a good hunter, and he had helped the Winchesters to save your life the last time he saw them. That must mean you feel indebted to him. At least, he hoped.

- - - - -

"You what?!" Dean asked through the phone.

"I found no point in keeping him completely in the dark on what's happening. If he feels threatened he might help us. So, did you find out who is after the weapon?"

You heard Dean sigh "Apparently its some Demon named Locke."

"Okay, I'll ask Crowley if he knows him."

"Fine, but don't fall for any tricks."

"I'm not stupid Dean." You said before hanging up.

As you began to walk back down to the dungeon, an alarm began to go off. Quickly running to the main room, you looked to see exactly which alarm was set off. One of the security points was breached, meaning someone may have gotten in. Checking various cameras, you heard pounding all around the bunker, followed by a crash.

"What the hell?" You muttered as you looked at the security cameras outside.

Your eyes widened as you saw dozens of people surrounding the front of the bunker, banging on the doors and walls, and smashing any windows they could find. As you focused some of the peoples faces, you saw their black eyes.

"Demons?"

You knew there was warding throughout the bunker, but you also knew it could be taken down if someone was inside and perform the right removal spells. Flipping through the camera feeds, you suddenly saw a man walking down one of the halls. "What?!"

You called Sams cellphone, as you ran to get your gun.

"Hey Y/n whats up?"

"There are tons of demons trying to get into the bunker! And someone got in, not a demon, but I think they might try to turn off the warding!"

"Oh God, Okay, Y/n, get armed, and take out whoever is there, after that get to Crowley, they might be there for him."

"Got it! How far away are you guys?"

"Too far." Sam said, panic in his voice.

You felt your heart sink as he said this "I'll get myself somewhere safer, just get here as soon as you can." You said before hanging up.

Grabbing a gun and the demon blade, you made your way towards the intruders location. Peaking around the corners as you went, the sound of the demons outside was getting louder as they yelled out.

As you got to the last room you saw the man on the cameras, you saw the man standing at a table, with various spell equipment in front of him, as he was quietly reciting a spell.

As you moved to fire your gun, the man saw you just in time to jump out of the way. Running at you he pulled out a knife and swung at you. Dodging it, you fired your gun again, only for him to disappear. You hesitated in confusion. Appearing behind you he grabbed you and threw you across the table. You fell off and landed on the ground.

'Reaper' you thought to yourself, figuring the Demons must have found themselves a rogue reaper to help them.

As the reaper walked over to you, standing over you, he smirked as he looked at your gun, now lying too far away. Brandishing his knife again he moved to stab you, but you quickly pulled out the demon blade and lunged it into his chest making him gasp out.

Punching him hard in the face he fell to the ground. You ran to the table and began smashing the spell ingredients.

The reaper laughed, making you look over at him. "Too late." He smirked before his eyes closed as he died.

Your eyes widened as you realized the pounding around the bunker had stopped. Quickly running out of the room and to the dungeon, you grabbed a few more weapons on your way. Salt loaded shotguns, a container of salt, and some holy water.

Rounding a corner, you saw three demons heading towards the dungeon. Hearing you, they turned around. As they began running to you, you fired the gun, slowing them down.

Brandishing the demon blade, you quickly take down one before being thrown by another. As you kicked her back, you stabbed her in the leg, making her cry out. The third sliced at you with a blade, managing to cut you across the shoulder.

Retaliating, you threw holy water in both their faces, and as they staggered, you stabbed one, killing it and dodging the other as it attacked. Struggling for a few moments, you managed to stab him as well. You staggered as you stood, before continuing towards the dungeon.

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Crowley frowned in confusion as he listened to the pounding. Focusing his senses, trying to get past the warding of the room, he felt the slightest sense of demons nearby.

Hearing someone at the door, he waited for it to open. Expecting to see you, but instead three men entered. Definitely demons. He felt a peculiar pang of worry in his chest as he thought of where you might be.

"Crowley."

"Gentlemen." He greeted "Here to rescue me I hope." The Demons chuckled, sharing smirks with each other. Crowley let out a small sigh "I'll take that as a no."

"Locke needs information you have."

Crowley glared at the men "Let me guess. It has something to do with a particularly rare and dangerous weapon? I'm sure we can strike a deal."

"We're not hear to make deals." The lead demon said as he pulled out a blade. "We're here for information. And I was told to get it however I wanted."

"Well. I can't say I'll make it easy for you." Crowley said, his lip twitching in annoyance.

"That just makes my job more fun." The man said as he started to approach. Crowley straightened up as he prepared himself. But suddenly one of the demons by the door cried out.

Looking over, Crowley sees a seemingly orange electric glow shoot through him before he falls to the ground. Behind him, you, who immedietely attacked the other demon, stabbing him in the heart, killing him as well.

The other demon lunged at you. You dodged and threw holy water in his face, making him yell out before you moved to stab him. But the demon reacted too quickly and stabbed you in the side, making you cry out. You stabbed the Demon in the knee, and as he recoiled slightly, you turned and stabbed him in the heart.

The demon fell to the ground, dead. You stumbled and leaned against the wall. Before looking over at Crowley, seeing him unharmed.

Crowley looked at your wound, seeing a lot of blood, not only on your side, but seeing the cut along your shoulder "You don't look good." He commented, trying to ignore the worry he felt for you.

Hearing more demons running down the halls you quickly closed the dungeon door, using the internal lock to lock you both inside.

You pulled out the salt and poured it in front of the door before circling the room, not wanting them to enter from anywhere.

Crowley listened to the pounding on the door, he could sense dozens of demons just outside. He looked at you as you finished the circle and leaned against the table.

"This isn't good." You mumbled as you looked over at Crowley "Turns out this Locke guy really wants that weapon."

"Enough to send over two dozen demons sounds like." Crowley commented watching as you reloaded your shotgun.

"They probably expected Sam and Dean to be here too."

"There not?"

You met his eyes "No. It's just me."

"And, how exactly did they get in?"

"They hired a reaper to get inside and take down the warding."

Crowley nodded "Well, I do have a suggestion." You met his eyes and he continued "Untie me, get rid of the devils trap and the salt, and I'll get us both out of here. Simple."

You scoffed "One; there is separate warding in this dungeon stopping anyone from teleporting in or out. Two; the only way to get around that, is to step outside the dungeon doors. Three; how do I know you wouldn't leave me here to die?"

Crowley remained silent as he contemplated what you were saying "All fair points. But eventually they will get in. I don't think you have any other options."

You met his eyes for a moment before looking back at the door. The demons were continuing the bang on the door, trying to get it open.

"Unless-" Crowley began again "Sam and Dean are coming to save you."

You closed your eyes and let out a defeated sigh "They're too far away."

"Hmm. Well. Looks like I'm your only option then."

You looked back at him before feeling a twinge in your side. Placing your hand on the stab wound you winced.

Crowley looked at your hand, seeing it now covered in blood "You wont last long with a wound like that love." He commented.

You sighed as you looked at him "Fine." You gave in "I'd say I'd kill you if you betrayed me, but, I don't think there's a point, I'd be dead."

You stood up and walked around to Crowley, looking at his chains, and the collar around his neck sopping him from standing "I don't have the key to those."

He sighed "Of course you don't."

Leaning down you grabbed one of the locks before pulling out your wallet. Taking out your lock picking tools you began to pick at the lock. Crowley watched you with a small smile.

Hearing the door begin to creak and give in, your heart began to quicken in pace. Getting the lock open you let out a breath as Crowley began to pull it off. Untangling it from the chair, he stood as you broke the devils trap seal.

Turning back to him you pulled out your devils blade "Okay. I'm going to get the door open and quickly push them all back. That should take them off guard long enough for us to get past the line. You need to be right behind me, and as soon as your past the door, you get us out of there.

"Sounds like a plan." Crowley said simply as he followed you to the door.

You got yourself in position to unlock the door. Feeling Crowley press up behind you, his hands grabbing your waist, you peered at him over your shoulder. "What? You said I need to be right behind you. And I need to be touching you to take you with me."

You rolled your eyes before looking back at the door, getting yourself ready "On three. One. Two. Three!"

You yelled as you locked the door and pulled it open. The demons were surprised by this, hesitated for a moment as you threw yourself towards them. It only took them a split second to react though as they began to grab at you.

Just as you felt a sharp pain in your stomach, you saw your surroundings change. You were now in an office style room, a dark interior and red velvet accents.

"Well that was something wasn't it?" Crowley asked as he stepped away from you, letting out a breath "Tell Sam and Dean to stop inviting me over aye? These visits are getting worse each time." He said amused, turning when he heard a thud.

You fell to the ground as your body seemed to go limp. You let out a small groan, as you brought your hands to your stomach. The sharp pain you felt was one of the demons stabbing you just as you teleported.

As you stared up at the ceiling your vision began to swim, your mind becoming hazy. Crowley's face appeared in front of yours as he crouched down beside you.

He saw the new stab wound and then met your eyes.

"You're going to let me die, aren't you?" You said quietly, almost laughing.

Crowley frowned and tilted his head "Now why would I do that, when just a couple months ago I went to all the trouble of helping the Winchesters save you? But, we'll have to make a deal. That's the only way I can get the power to heal you."

You let out a small chuckle "Sell my soul just to live another five years, no thanks."

Crowley leaned a little closer "Those aren't the only deals I make." You met his eyes again "I'll heal you, I'll even help you and those two idiots get that weapon and stop that bastard Locke. All you have to do, is owe me a favor. In the future I will come and ask you to do something for me."

"This sounds like a set up." You interrupted.

"Ah, ah." He waged his finger "I will not ask you anything I do not think you incapable of, nor anything you would despise, hopefully, at least."

You watched him closely, unable to really read him. And as you felt your body begin to go numb, and the pain fade, you knew you didn't have much time "The demons need to be removed from the bunker." You added on.

Crowley looked up and sighed, but you saw a small smile on his face "I will take care of that as well."

"Fine." You gave in "Lets make a deal."

He smiled down at you "It'll be my pleasure."

Crowley leaned down slowly before pressing his lips against yours. He leaned in a bit more, seemingly deepening the kiss before he brought his hand up to your face. As he pulled away he met your eyes and smiled "See you soon darling."

You felt a warm electric pulse flow through your body before there was complete darkness.

xx End xx

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Fake Dating (pt. 2)

Part 1

Here’s the second part! I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading in advance 💕

MULTICHAPTER

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Rating: T. I guess fluff/crack?

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester need your help with a case, which involves pretending to date the King of Hell.

Warnings: mild innuendos

A couple of days passed with Crowley not answering your phone calls nor your messages, and if he did answer, it would be an awful lot of hours later.

“This is your king” he answers with an amused, yet conceited tone, the fourth time on the day you call him.

“Today. Be ready” you recall angrily and hang up. Stupid bastard.

“Wow, wow! Hey” Dean says entering your room of the bunker “Sweetheart I don’t hate this any less than you do, but Crowley is our door to those sons of bitches, and you know what? You’re the key”.

“Am I?” you mock “The idiot’s been messing with us from the beginning! He doesn’t call back. He doesn’t reply to my messages. When he does, he says ‘OK’. What the fuck is this about?!” you raise your voice, not fully intending to, last days have just been tampering with your nerves.

“I know” Dean pulls you into a hug “It’ll just be a couple of hours and then this’ll all be over, okay?”.

You nod understandingly and let go of his embrace, preparing yourself for the night, packing any extra weapons you have that might be useful for the brothers, sneaking a silver blade in a garter belt placed at your thigh, underneath the long black dress with a slit on one side you’re wearing.

You sigh looking in the mirror, this whole plan just seems like it could go fatal, but then, what’s new?

“My my. Is that really you, Pet?” a voice behind breaking the complete silence in the room startles you.

Crowley takes in your silhouette, the black dress fitting you perfectly, and the way your hips sway in it when you turn around and walk towards him.

“Shut up” you tell him, loud and clear, walking past him to finish packing.

“What’s the matter, kitten? Not happy to see me?” he interrogates eloquently, continuing to lay on top of your bed, fully extending his body and crossing his legs, slightly moving aside you duffle bag with his feet. You snort lowly.

“Shut up” you repeat, taking your things and putting them somewhere else, mentally going through all the stuff you need to bring, the plan and, oh, remembering how to act around the King of Hell.

Crowley eyes you suspiciously.

“Kitten, you do realize this date’s going to go... heavier, to say the least, if you keep avoiding me, right?” he questions with caution, question which, you avoid again.

“Did you tell them? Did they buy it?” Crowley sighs at your further investigation.

“Yes, (Y/N), of course they did. Who do you think you’re talking to?” he says raising an eyebrow and getting up from your bed, coming to be behind you after you stay quiet with this last statement, lowering his mouth to your ear, murmuring afterwards “What is it, (Y/N)? Cat got your tongue?”

You stumble out of your room with the duffle bag, getting to the war room where the Winchesters are, looking at you with eyes wide open, confusion at your sudden behavior. They’re still checking a few things off their own list and making sure they’ve got the place and the security system type right.

“All done” you mutter, taking a chair and spreading all over it, not caring to look ‘feminine’, dumping the bag with extra weapons on the table for them to take.

“Us too” Dean exclaims “Don’t worry princess, next time you blink this’ll all be over”.

You scoff.

Crowley appears next to you, straightening up his suit, you take a peek at him, admiring how well dressed and nice he always looks, the subtle scent he emanates. It’s more than sulfur, it’s scotch and cologne and... something fiery.

Crowley looks back at you and you divert your gaze quickly, pretending to be looking at Sam, when in reality, you could stare at the King of Hell forever.

“Ready then, kitten?” he asks politely and you nod.

“Please be careful and text us if anything comes up” Sam tells you reassuringly and you nod again.

“Oh and Crowley” Dean interrupts before Crowley can put his hand on your shoulder to zap you with him “I know, we know, you’re the King of dickbags and everything, but please, at least don’t leave her to die if anything”.

You roll your eyes.

“If anything, I’ll be the one to leave him to die, Dean, don’t worry about that, I can handle myself” you declare bitterly, taking your purse, your coat, and directing at Crowley next “We can go now”.

Without further conversation, and not allowing Dean to reply, Crowley snaps his fingers and suddenly you’re with him in front of a giant, nicely illuminated restaurant. A fancy one too.

You tense at the sight of the candles and the ambiance. There’s classical music live. The place is filled with couples and old people. It screams everything you aren’t and everything you hate.

“I can’t do this” you mutter beginning to storm out of the place but Crowley catches your arm and takes you to a more quiet spot.

“Kitten what’s wrong?” he questions concerned. Damn it. You must be embarrassing him.

“I don’t do dates, Crowley” you confess “Much less double dates. I don’t do fancy places either. It’s just... it’s too much”.

He nods silently in understandment.

“Listen, love” he starts sweetly “It’s just some dinner, don’t let the plushy decor fool you. Everything will be just fine, you’ll be spectacular, as usual”.

“I won’t. I don’t even know how to act around you...” you say looking down, tears threatening your eyes and a knot forming in your throat. Crowley takes your hands in his and makes you look up at him.

“(Y/N), I promise you, as long as I’m with you, you’ll be safe, as for acting, you don’t need my help with that, you’re doing just fine right now, kitten” he says and brings your hands up to his mouth, kissing each of them softly “And if during our evening, you feel uneasy, you just take my hand and I’ll make you feel safe again, understood?”

You sigh and mutter a ‘yes’, giving Crowley a light smile, taking his hand to let the waiter guide you to your table.

“They’re late” Crowley says when you’ve spent about fifteen minutes seated, between gritted teeth.

“It’s fine” you assure him, giving the place a glance over again “You booked this place?”

“Of course I did. Only the best for my one and only true partner in crime” he offers smiling, which causes you to scoff and smack his chest playfully.

“There you are again”.

“Ouch!” he exclaims dramatically, you’re about to retort until you see the couple of shifters walking towards you.

Part 3

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Who I am

Sam Winchester x Reader (F)

Fluff, v mild angst Reader comes out to Sam as asexual

A/N: this is something close to me as I’m on the asexual spectrum, big love to all my LGBTQ+ peeps, you’re all so valid <3

You poured the freshly brewed coffee into the mug, watching the steam rise up and flow through the kitchen of the bunker. Sam sat at the breakfast bar, the tapping of his laptop keys slowing as he leaned in to read a webpage. Dean was washing Baby, something he always managed to make a day of, so the timing couldn’t be more perfect.

"Hey, get this," Sam piped up, his eagerness to share information making you smile, "there's a species of vampire that can fly without its body, just trailing its organs around."

You made a face, "nasty."

Sam chuckled, "yeah, don't worry. Looks like they're extinct."

You then made your way over to him, choosing the seat next to him instead of opposite. He was half way through an essay of lore about these vampire things, his eyes narrowing and widening with the lines. You felt a little bad to drag him from his research, but it was a now or never sort of moment.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" You'd said it before you were even sure if you should. It had been on your mind ever since you and Sam had started dating. One of those things you knew needed to be said sooner than later.

"Yeah, sure," Sam gave you his attention, lowering his laptop screen and swiveling where he sat.

"Okay, it's not a question...I just gotta tell you something," you stared at your thumbs which were circling your fingertips.

"Okay," Sam nodded, patiently letting you take the lead in conversation.

"It's kinda weird to mention so soon into dating...but it's important...and it's not something I can just not say," your thumb began tracing the creases along your fingers, "I mean, it's usually a deal-breaker...at least it always has been."

Your mind thought back to the other times you'd told partners and you felt a twinge of pain in your gut. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. Maybe you could just dump Sam and not have to deal with him dumping you. You'd been racing through these thoughts for a little too long and so Sam's hand came over yours, his thumb wrapping around yours, stopping it from fidgeting.

"What is it, Y/N?" It wasn't an impatient question, but it was heavy with concern.

A deep breath and a serge of adrenaline followed your next words: "I'm asexual."

A few seconds went by, or perhaps one, or perhaps less than one. It was hard to measure time when your heart was beating fast and your palms were tingling. It wasn't a long time, but it was long enough for you to assume the worst. It wasn't long enough for you to play out the possible responses, but it was long enough for your heart to feel everything you could feel. A cacophony of thoughts and emotions, all enough to hurt, but not enough to stay.

All at once.

It felt like falling.

"That's okay," Sam said with an air of certainty he had sometimes, "it doesn't matter to me, Y/N."

You stopped falling, and, despite his response, you still felt the impact.

"Sam, this isn't something that's going to change. I don't want you to think I'll be different in a few months, or even years. It's just who I am."

"And who you are is perfect," Sam gave your hand a squeeze, making you look up at him. His eyes were filled with sincerity and promised nothing but his honesty.

"Are you sure?" You stammered, taken back by his acceptance.

Sam leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead, "never been more sure."

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supernaturalscribe67 · 9 months

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Blog Introduction

Good morning/afternoon/evening!

Welcome to Supernatural Scribe, a blog dedicated to my reemerged love of the Supernatural fandom and all the fanfiction that I had written or will write. As someone who fell in love with the series when they were younger, I was easily able to find my passion for those stupid little ghost-hunting brothers and their gay angel once again. Since my newly found obsession and passion doesn’t seem to be going away anytime soon, I figured that it was time I got back into the game of writing fanfiction.

I am currently accepting requests for any and all genres (crack!fic, romance, smut, fluff, angst). You name it and I’ll write it (within reason, of course). I do have some guidelines when it comes to requesting so there isn’t any mix-up or confusion!

Make sure your request includes:

Reader’s pronouns (I’m comfortable with writing any and all)

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All fanfiction with readers will have non-descriptive races included to the best of my ability so that anyone can feel comfortable reading my stories, but if you would like fanfiction specifically with a POC reader, shoot me a request!

Just as a disclaimer, I have not seen the show past, I think, halfway through the twelfth season, so anything canonical past that point I have little to no knowledge about, but I know some of the characters. I really want to watch it to the end, but I don’t know if my heart can handle it.

Thank you for visiting my blog! If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to shoot me a message or an ask! I look forward to providing all of you with more Supernatural content!

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supernaturalscribe67 · 8 months

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Mobile Master List

Platonic: ✨ Romantic: 🌹 Smut: ❤️️ Angst: 💀

➤ My Best Friend ✨ (Dean Winchester x Male!Reader)

➤➤ Luna has been by the reader’s side ever since he first started hunting. However, as the years went by and as she got older, he had been seeing less and less of her because of his profession. Little did he know that when he said ‘goodbye’ to her before his latest hunt, it would be for the last time.

➤ Against the Grain ✨ (Dean Winchester x Trans!FTM!Winchester!Reader)

➤➤ Ever since the reader has come out to his brothers has transgender, they have been nothing but supportive. The only thing that Dean hasn’t been supportive of is the reader’s inconsistent facial hair growth. So, Dean comes up with a way to help him by teaching him how to shave.

➤ Lucky ✨ (Dean/Sam Winchester x Trans!FTM!Winchester!Reader)

➤➤ Top surgery was never something the reader thought was possible. With the help of Sam, he was able to make his dream come true, and his brothers are there for him to help while he’s in recovery.

➤ In Plain Sight ✨ (Dean/Sam Winchester x Male!Winchester!Reader)

➤➤ The reader has been keeping a secret from his brothers his entire life. The reader is gay, and it was something that he had always kept from Sam and Dean in fear of their reaction. What happens when Sam and Dean stumble upon a moment between the reader and his boyfriend? How will they react?

➤ Hidden Bruises ✨💀 (Dean/Sam Winchester x Male!Winchester!Reader)

➤➤ After the death of their father, Sam and Dean’s older brother went missing for a couple of weeks. Eventually, he returned, and everything seemed to go back to normal. When the brothers follow a lead that takes them to an abandoned schoolhouse, Sam and Dean come face to face with the reality of what happened to their brother when he went missing.

➤ Author in the Making 🌹 (Sam Winchester x Male!Reader)

➤➤ The reader loves to write, and he has kept it a secret from his book-loving boyfriend for the longest time, fearing his reaction. What happens when his boyfriend accidentally stumbles upon the document that the reader had been working on for the past several years? How will he react?

➤ Silent Affections 🌹 (Sam Winchester x Enby!Reader) [They/Them]

➤➤ Growing up, the reader was never one to say ‘I love you’ to anyone, even close family and friends. When they got into a relationship with Sam, they did everything in their power to make sure Sam knew how much they truly loved him, without necessarily saying it.

➤ What Did You Say to Me? 🌹 (Sam Winchester x Male!Reader)

➤➤ The Reader was taught from a young age never to say ‘bye’ to someone that you loved and cared for. This was a boundary that he established early on in his relationship with Sam, but how does the reader react after Sam slips up?

➤ Lucky ✨ (Dean/Sam Winchester x Trans!FTM!Winchester!Reader)

➤ In Plain Sight ✨ (Dean/Sam Winchester x Male!Winchester!Reader)

➤ Hidden Bruises ✨💀 (Dean/Sam Winchester x Male!Winchester!Reader)

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➤ Wicked Desires 🌹 (Crowley x Male!Winchester!Reader)

➤➤ The reader and Crowley had been together for a while, and had planned on keeping their relationship a secret from the reader’s brothers. What happens when Sam and Dean accidentally stumble upon something they aren’t supposed to see?

➤ Favors ❤️️ (Crowley x Male!Reader)

➤➤ (Y/N) is a well-known researcher and hacker in the hunting industry, dedicating his life to protecting innocent people all around the United States. What happens when the King of Hell comes to him with a problem he needs help solving and a deal that (Y/N) cannot turn down?

➤ Sucker 🌹 (Gabriel x Trans!FTM!Winchester!Reader)

➤➤ The reader is introduced to Gabriel, the famous trickster/archangel, for the first time, much to his brothers’ dismay. What the reader didn’t expect from their first meeting was to meet a rather handsome man with smooth talk to match. What happens when he starts to get feelings for the person that annoys Sam and Dean the most?

➤ Euphoric 🌹💀 (Gabriel x Trans!FTM!Winchester!Reader)

➤➤ Dysphoria can hit at any moment, and when it hits, it hits hard. The reader is going through a tough time with the way he looks, doubting himself and the people around him. When he feels at his lowest, ready to seep back into his old ways, his boyfriend, Gabriel, is there to help him out.

➤ WAP ✨ (Team Free Will x Male!Reader)

➤➤ When the reader decides to listen to music in order to combat the exhausting amount of research he has to do, a certain angel hears the lyrics of one of the songs, leading to some rather…uncomfortable questions.

➤ Family Don't End in Blood💀✨ (Team Free Will x Trans!FTM!Reader)

➤➤ The reader lived a great life in the bunker. He had everything that he could ever ask for - people who loved him, a roof over his head, and the perfect support system. But, when a ghost from his past reappears, the reader must face his demons and come face to face with the two people who made his life a living hell; his parents.

➤ Trick or Treat ✨(Team Free Will x Trans!FTM!Reader)

➤➤ Halloween always held a special place in the reader’s heart. It was one of his favorite holidays. However, as he got older and started to discover more about himself, he never got to dress up as the characters he wanted when he was younger. When Sam, Dean, and the reader stumble upon an annual Halloween Festival in a small town after a hunt, the reader is reminded of all the things he could have been. When the truth comes to light, Sam and Dean make a plan to give the reader a night he will never forget.

➤ Just Like Mama Used to Make ✨ (John/Sam/Dean Winchester x Male!Winchester!Reader) [Entry #1]

➤➤ Taking inspiration from his father, the reader starts his very own journal. For his first entry, he recalls some of the memories that shaped him into the hunter that he has become.

➤ The Secrets We (Don’t) Keep ✨ (Sam/Dean Winchester x Male!Winchester!Reader) [Entry #2]

➤➤ After finding out that his brothers, Sam and Dean, read the first entry of his journal, the reader decides to take a rather creative approach to his payback.

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lovingrosewho · 3 years

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Fake Dating (pt. 4)

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Penultimate part! :-) This one’s a little bit shorter than the other ones (you’ll understand why I did it that way at the end hahaha) but I promise the next one will make up for it! 💕 The first portion of this chapter along with the last portion of the last one (excuse the tongue twister) was highly inspired by @marksminions Crowley x Reader fic Snowstorm, as well as this Destiel story by @surlybobbies! I suggest you check them out! 💕

MULTICHAPTER

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Rating: T. Fluff

Word count: 1k

Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester need your help with a case, which involves pretending to date the King of Hell.

Warnings: SPOILERS of a character’s death in season 7.

Unexpectedly, the King of Hell’s arms embrace you, sneaking one arm under yours and another just beneath your knees so he can carry you to the couch. The room appears to be spinning to your eyes.

“Stubborn woman” he mumbles, placing you gently on the sofa, scooting underneath you as a big spoon, the heat of his body drawing in your senses back together.

“Crowley?” you call lowly, letting him cuddle you.

“If you tell anyone about this, I find it you’ll discover a new whole meaning to the term ‘torture’, love” he half jokes, which makes you giggle “Bloody hell (Y/N)”.

“I’m sorry...” you mutter.

“What was that again? I believe I heard something like ‘I’m sorry’?” he says sarcastically. You inhale profoundly, trying to contain a snicker.

“Idiot” you mention exhaling, steam still coming out of your mouth but decreasing with each minute.

“Funny. For a second I thought I’d heard Bobby Singer calling me from beyond the grave” he says and this time you can’t contain the laugh, whacking him lightly by moving your elbow backwards. He chuckles.

“No but seriously though, I’m sorry” you repeat, truly affected this time, and a little bit embarrassed about earlier’s tantrum.

“Yes and you’re bloody right to be. Lucky for you, I don’t hold grudges” he still speaks with irony, which makes you roll your eyes, but you know he doesn’t really mean it. After a few seconds he shakes his head and shifts his body, making you turn to him, your face merely inches from his. The sofa is vast, nonetheless you prefer the way you are accommodated now, and it helps keeping you warm “It’s alright Pet, it was just an impulse”.

You sigh and nod, deciding to look into Crowley’s eyes instead of talking. He arches his eyebrows and waits for you to make a move, but the shyness beats you and you opt to bring your gaze down and take out your cellphone, to check if for some reason, the signal’s back.

“Any luck?” Crowley asks looking down at your phone, you deny, but notice something’s caught his interest by the way he looks at a certain spot on the screen.

“All good?” you question doubtfully. He opens his mouth trying to find the words. That’s new, the King of Hell being speechless.

“My name, on the recent calls” he just says. You don’t understand.

“What about it?”

“You left it the same way I registered it” he explains, trying to find your stare but you have paralyzed looking at the screen.

“Oh” you say, starting to panic. A pink tint blushing your cheeks.

“(Y/N)...?” he calls and you finally look up, just to see him slip a hand behind the nape of your neck, collapsing your lips with his.

You melt into his touch and his kiss, grabbing him by his suit lapels. He lowers a hand to grip your waist fiercely whilst his tongue enters your mouth to explore it, grazing slightly over your teeth and lips, as you move a leg up his thigh to extend your range of motion, but his grip on you makes you roll over and get on top of him, swiftly caressing your thighs and lower back until you finally break for air, cuddling again into his side, his fingers running circles on your back and arms.

“I’m pleasantly impressed to witness the King of Hell not caring about his suit getting ruined” you joke and he scoffs.

“Worth it, though” he says and you stick your tongue out to him, which he gladly catches in another long, much slower, kiss, pressing his body against yours “And it helped with the cold as far as I can see”.

“Yeah it did” you say after giggling “How do you do it? Not getting cold”.

“I can regulate my body temperature love, which,” he speaks as he traces a path from your back to your neck with his fingers “in situations like this, comes in handy”.

You hum in response.

“So” Crowley speaks again and you can sense there are some questions coming regarding his name on your contacts list, and whatever just happened “Why leave the name?”

“I liked the ring it had to it” you lie but Crowley can see right through that and frowns at you playfully “Alright well... I don’t know what you want me to tell you. I... I like you”.

“You always act as if I were a cockroach standing your way!” he exclaims dramatically and you roll your eyes.

“Hello. Hunter, demon, remember?” you say equally dramatic and sarcastic.

“So? You could’ve done far worse as for Squirrel’s and Moose’s concern”. You laugh.

“Far worse than the King of Hell?” you ask arching an eyebrow.

“Fair enough. There’s no worse than me” he concedes smugly. You shake your head, a smile poking your lips when he speaks again, this time more grounded, voice more grave and a sweet stare “No, love, I mean it, I care for you”.

“You do?” you question coyly, fidgeting with his hair.

“Yes” he reassures, placing his hand on your cheek, his thumb stroking your chin and your jaw. You smile widely in response.

“Hey, I meant to ask you too...” you start saying now “What was the ‘particular, highly important’ business the shifters had with you?”

He lets out a small chuckle and a curious grin.

“Your safety, of course” he confesses. You bite your lip down, unable to contain your content, reaching out to him and kissing again, hands lazily roaming across each others bodies. That’s when the metal walls suddenly descend and you’re half-blinded with the warm lights of the room, squinting your eyes to catch sight of Sam and Dean standing a few meters away from you.

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Fake Dating (pt. 3)

Part 1 // Part 2

Here’s part 3! As usual, I hope you enjoy and any feedback is highly welcomed! 💕

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Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Rating: T. More fluffy this time

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester need your help with a case, which involves pretending to date the King of Hell.

Warnings: I think none, some cursing maybe

The evening goes as planned. You don’t talk much except for the occasional question directed at you, so you mostly dedicate to eat, report to Sam and Dean discreetly on your phone, smile, and squeeze Crowley’s hand under the table. He’s been a charm to be honest, his entrancing smile and deep chuckle could definitely make anyone fall for any lie, you’re not surprised he’s sold sin to saints for centuries.

It’s weirdly... easy, pretending to be a couple. And you’re astonished to see and listen just how much he knows about you just by indirect comments with the boys. Your favorite bands, your favorite color, he even knows you think roses are lame, and much deeper stuff, about your family, your past. It could be catalogued as weird, but thing is, it isn’t. It just seems normal. And truth be told, you know a lot about him as well. All those late nights doing research on the bunker’s library, on your own, with just the company of a single lamp and a pile of books, and him popping in, looking for the Winchester brothers, not realizing what time it was, trying to make just a little of small talk with you, it surely looks like you picked one or two things about him. It’s nice, not having to pretend to hate him for once, but quite the contrary, you can, for a few hours, let him peck you on the cheek and smile, or kiss each others hands, taking special care on the knuckles, running your fingers mindlessly on the surface of the skin of either your legs, palms or arms. Yes, it’s nice.

Now it’s been almost three hours and you think you’ll go crazy if you hear one more anecdote about some luxurious art gallery where rich people go to satisfy their ‘spiritual needs’.

“Excuse us but,” you say when they’re finished speaking “we should get going. You know, Queen and King of Hell and everything”.

Crowley’s eyes spark when you refer to yourself as the ‘Queen of Hell’.

“Of course!” the lady says in a tone you don’t quite like “But wouldn’t you prefer if we moved the party to our house?”

You consider the possibility for a second, if you could get there, perhaps you could help Sam and Dean too. You look at Crowley, who is watching you expectantly, waiting for your verdict. When he sees the silent sign for approval, makes an affirmative gesture.

Crowley pays the whole tab, which you’re certain wasn’t cheap, but he insists and doesn’t even let you nor your companions see the bill. Not that, being the King of Hell, matters a lot, apparently. You get going, driving along the shifters on an, also fancy, surely private, cab. The whole drive you don’t talk and you can barely look at Crowley, but his hand never leaves yours, and you’re relentless to let it go even if it seems, and probably is, wrong, given the facade is supposed to be over by now. He respects the silence filling the space, and keeps to himself any kind of comments he might have about the evening, or about you, conforming with watching you admire through the car window the few snow flakes that have started to fall from the sky.

About thirty minutes later, you arrive to a medium-sized house, considering you were expecting a mansion.

“What is this?” you ask quietly to Crowley.

“They’ve got plenty of houses all over the country, this one might just happen to be near, they move all the time” he explains in a shrug.

Even if Crowley’s explanation seems logical, you still have a bad feeling right in your gut, you take a firm grip at the silver blade you’re carrying to at least be prepared.

When you enter the household, the coziness of it immerses you; wooden floors and warm light surrounding you all of a sudden. You’re frankly impressed and glad to have left the luxurious side of it all back at the restaurant, but when you turn to Crowley, his face tells you something’s off.

“Everything alright?” you mutter closely to him.

“Yes, it just seems... weird. There’s no security system in this one and, one other minor detail, where are the Moose and Squirrel?” he mutters equally. Damn it. You forgot.

“Maybe they got the house wrong?” you keep speaking the same way, but the shifters interrupt you, conducting you to the living room, taking your coat off your hands and putting it on the rack. You obey, following carefully, looking for Sam and Dean on every corner, until they push a button at the side of the switch, hence you and Crowley are surrounded by metal walls, being left with only the center portion of the living room, meaning, just the sofa, a rug, and a lamp on top of the end table, the room being illuminated only by that single light, leaving you almost in gloom. You immediately take out your phone, but of course, it reads ‘no signal’.

“Ah” Crowley expresses “There’s the security system”.

You look at him in irony and turn to the nearest wall, punching it several times, like if it was gonna make a difference.

“You really thought we wouldn’t recognize a stupid hunter whore?” the shifters say through the wall.

“Bite me!” you scream, punching the metal again, taking your silver knife out and stabbing it too, only causing it to blend and almost break. You throw it furiously across the room and Crowley barely dodges it.

“Somebody’s got a temper” he mentions but regrets it the moment you storm towards him, ready to beat him too, he catches your fists in the air and backs you against the wall, his hot breath against your mouth “Easy there, love. I’m the last person you should be aiming your dandery nonsense to”.

“Really?!” you yell, liberating from his grip, not being able to control yourself “Cause it seems to me you set this all up and now you’re gonna snap someplace else and leave me all on my own!”

He rolls his eyes in a bored way.

“In case you haven’t noticed, which wouldn’t turn up as a surprise given the insane amount of anger you have in you as of now, there are devil traps right in this wall,” he starts pointing at the right one “and that other one”.

He’s right. The light makes it hard to perceive, but there are devil traps set with stainless steel all over the right and left walls.

“They’re not idiots, love” he tells you calmly “They know what they’re doing”.

“I should have known...” you say, more to yourself than to him.

“Kitten...”

“I should have fucking known. Fucking stupid. Flashed by the decor. Fuck!” you scream. Crowley comes up to you and engulfs you in a hug. You shake him off and walk a few steps away “Leave me alone”.

He looks in awe at you.

“You’re not about to behave like five hours ago, are you?” he exclaims, not exactly angry, but unsettled at the very least “Are you really going to pretend we didn’t share a moment back at the restaurant?”

“I said. Leave. Me. Alone” you repeat, going to the furthest corner of the room, sitting down and bringing your knees close to your chest. Crowley stares at you in disbelief.

“Suit yourself” he says, tone still calm but more severe.

A couple of hours pass. Room is still dim, the only light creates some harsh shadows and the temperature has started to drop since you’re in the middle of January. You can’t help the shivers, and the cold metal on your skin isn’t helping at all, but you’re too prideful to walk by the sofa, where Crowley is.

“Love...” he murmurs, trying to sound irritated still, watching you “You’re gonna freeze to death over there. Come here”.

You don’t make a single move, but are tempted to. Degrees keep lowering by the second, every time you exhale, a puff of steam comes out. Even thinking about a way out is becoming more and more difficult, with the lack of heat you’re unable to concentrate.

“Love?” Crowley calls again, this time there’s more concern in his voice. Your mind has started to drift, it feels as if any minute you were about to faint or quake uncontrollably. Lights begin to fade, Crowley’s voice too, your body seems to be shutting down to prevent you from going into shock from the unbearable cold.

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