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Elastic Heart Chapter Fourteen

Title : Elastic Heart - Trials

Characters : Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Crowley, (background Y/N and Cordelia Y/L/N)

Pairing(s) : Sam x Reader

Summary : Sam and Dean work to complete the final Hell Trial.

Word Count : 6.4k

Warnings : cursing, show-level violence, angst, self-loathing, suicidal ideation, cliff-hanger ending

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

A/N 2 : This chapter uses dialogue from episode 8x23 "Sacrifice"

beta'd by @deanwinchesterswitch

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Chapter Fourteen - Trials

Sam’s POV

Two days later, we meet Crowley in a junkyard; it takes every ounce of my willpower not to beat him to a pulp. I wanted to leave hex bags in Y/N’s apartment, but Dean insisted the anti-possession charms would be enough. We should’ve known that she wasn’t going to be safe, but when Crowley started going after people we saved, Cas had convinced us that Jody was next.

“It’s simple, really,” Crowley says, gesturing to the contract. “You stop the Trials and hand over the Demon tablet. I’ll leave your precious Y/N and Cordelia alone, and you’ll have the Angel tablet.” Dean takes a step closer, grabbing the scroll. “Oh, no, Squirrel, Moose is the one doing the trials; he’s the one who’s going to sign.”

“Not until I read the fine print,” Dean snaps back.

“I’ll sign it,” I mumble as I take a step closer, grabbing the long scroll.

“You wanted me here; I’m here.”

“What’s this, boys? Lovers quarrel?”

“Shut it, Crowley,” Dean barks. “I’m not gonna let him screw us over again.”

“That hurts, Squirrel,” he mocks us. “Now, if you're satisfied with the terms of the contract, let’s have the big galoot sign it, shall we?”

Dean is only inches away from Crowley, and as soon as he thinks I’ve started to sign, the click of the handcuffs wipes the smirk off of Crowley’s face.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Demonic handcuffs, jackass,” Dean gestures down the handcuffs. “These are going to keep you from smoking out, flicking out, teleporting. Oh, and no deal. Basically,” Dean’s fist connects to Crowley’s jaw, “you’re our bitch.”

“Fine,” Crowley throws his own punch, and I can see a faint smile on Dean’s face. “You’ve saddled yourself to the wrong bull, mate.”

“I can go all day, you know why? ‘Cause damn it feels good. Get used to it, douche, cause your demon ass is about to become a mortal ass.”

“What’s he on about?” Crowley’s eyes dart to me, a look of confusion and panic as I take pleasure in telling him what’s about to come.

“It’s you, Crowley. You’re the third Trial.”

Kevin is pacing in the library when we return to the bunker, Crowley blindfolded and gagged. Dean walks him down to 7B, and Kevin is nearly having a panic attack when his eyes land on Crowley.

“What is he doing here?” Kevin screams, “Why? Why did you bring him back?”

“Kevin, listen. Until we can figure out how to cure him, we need to keep him here. We can’t let him go.” I can see the tears brimming in his eyes. “The faster we can figure out the cure, the faster we can make him pay for all the evil shit he's done.”

Kevin and I have our noses buried in books when Dean returns from the dungeon. I can still hear Y/N/N’s voice in my head, screaming out for help, Crowley’s words torturing both of us. Every choice you made drove you further away from Y/N.

“Have you heard from Cas?” Dean asks as he sits down with three beers in his hands.

I pull out my phone, hoping that Y/N/N will return my calls, she’s shutting me out, and I can’t blame her. I should’ve shown her how to protect herself and Corie. All the symbols she needed were on the sheet of paper that Corie had drawn on the day she left the hospital. Any one of those could have protected her from Crowley’s attack. Would she ever forgive me for putting her in that situation, one that could have so easily been prevented? Crowley was going to pay for everything he’d ever done.

“Sam,” Dean’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and when I look up, I can see a questioning look etched on his face. “Cas?”

“Uh, no,” I mumble as I put my phone back into my pocket. We needed to find a cure and quick; it was the only way to get back to Y/N/N and Corie.

Hours later, Kevin and I are surrounded by a mountain of books, pouring through the lore looking for anything that may tell us how to cure a demon. Dean’s asleep on the table, softly snoring when Cas enters the bunker. It’s been over a week since we’d seen him, stationing him with Jody after Crowley killed Sarah, Cas insisting that Naomi and the other angels were watching over Y/N/N and Corie.

Dean jolts awake when Kevin drops another large set of books on the library table, grumbling about ‘first decent sleep in days,’ as he makes his way out of the library. I give Cas a tight-lipped smile, and he nods; there is something off about him. Usually, I can’t read his face, but today, he seems to be hiding something. Dean meets Cas in the war room, and I can hear hushed whispering between them. I run my hands through my hair as I pull another book in front of me, but I can’t focus on the text, every line bleeding into the next. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dean’s body stiffen; that can’t be good. I leave Kevin, instructing him to keep searching as I join Dean and Cas.

“What do you mean, ‘she’s done,’ what the hell is that supposed to mean, Cas?” Dean’s fingers are pinched at the bridge of his nose as Cas stands in front of him.

“Y/N feels that she and Cordelia’s safety was put in jeopardy and that we allowed Crowley to attack her in her home.”

“You told her we didn’t know, right?” Dean huffs. “That we wouldn’t’ve let Crowley come anywhere near them if we thought–”

“I told her that we were assured that she was safe. Y/N didn’t care for my answer. I don’t know how Crowley tracked her down.”

“‘Tracked her down?’ Cas, are you saying that Y/N and Corie left Weldon?” I thought Crowley was fucking with me. Y/N wouldn’t have moved without telling us; she promised not to run away.

“I gave Y/N my word that I would not-”

“Cas, if they left Weldon, we need to know. If they’re gone, then that means that they don’t have any type of protection,” I argue. I knew we should have done something more than leaving them the necklaces. “We can’t protect them if we don’t know where they are.”

“Y/N and Cordelia have left Weldon.”

“Fuck, Cas!” I want to hit something, someone. “You weren’t even going to tell us, were you?”

“Sammy-”

“No, tell me. You were going to let Y/N and Corie just drop off the face of the earth and not say anything?” My head is spinning. She’d made good on her threat; she took Corie and ran. “Why?”

“I do not believe Y/N's intent was to hide,” Cas says cautiously. “If Sam had kept in contact-”

“Are you saying that this is my fault?” I roll my shoulders, standing up to my full height. “Crowley’s attack is on me?”

“I am merely suggesting-”

“Y/N wanted space,” Dean clenches his jaw, “so we gave her some fuckin’ space. You had one job, Cas, and that was to keep an eye on her and make sure that she and Cordy were safe.”

“I was watching her, Dean,” Cas sighs. “Ever since the accident-”

“Cas,” Dean snaps. “If you were protecting her like we’d ask you to, then we could’ve stopped Crowley from ever walking into her house, but you insisted that no demon knew about either of them.”

“I have it on good authority that Crowley wasn’t made aware of Cordelia’s existence until recently.” Cas shifts his body towards me. “From best we can tell, he had a spy in that hospital. You don’t think that every demon under Crowley’s command doesn’t know who you are the second they lay eyes on you? Anyone working for him could have connected the dots.”

“So, it is my fault,” I murmur, moving backward before the back of my legs hit the map table, and I slump back against it. “All this, it’s my fault.”

“Sammy, you can’t think like that,” Dean rubs his hand down his face before turning his attention to Cas, his frustration with him becoming more apparent. “What if another demon tries to go after them, Cas? What’ll Y/N do then?”

“I warded her home against everything. She’s safe now.”

“How’s Y/N/N?” I don’t know why it takes me so long to ask such an obvious question, how it wasn’t the first thing out of my mouth when Cas walked through the door. My eyes lock on my hands, picking at a nail, unable to focus on anything else. “Is she okay? What about Corie?”

“Cordelia was not in the house. I offered to heal Y/N, but she refused to let me. She was upset when I left her.”

“What did Crowley do to her?”

“The psychological damage inflicted on her is more my concern,” Cas explains.

Crowley had tortured us all with his words. He twisted everything that had happened over the last ten years, things I hadn’t had the chance to tell her about. I would’ve told her about it all eventually, explained why I didn’t try to come back sooner. I wanted to, desperately, but I felt undeserving of her love. Y/N/N was one of the few good things that I had in my life, and I couldn’t let my uncleanliness taint her innocence. When Kevin first deciphered the Trials, and I accidentally completed the first one, Y/N/N became my light at the end of the tunnel. She and Corie deserve a life of peace. I have to do whatever I can to make the world a safer place for them. Once I finished the trials, I would’ve told her everything, hoping that she would be able to forgive me.

“I wouldn’t have allowed any true harm to come to either of them, Sam.” Cas closes the space between us and rests his hand on my shoulder. “As soon as I was sure Jody was safe, I went to Y/N; she prayed many times.”

“She prayed to you?” I turn slightly to face Cas, unsure if I’m hearing him correctly. I had told both Y/N/N and Corie to call on him if they ever needed anything. When Crowley was with her, I kept hoping that I would hear Cas intervening at some point. When I didn’t, I figured that Y/N/N had forgotten my words, but if she prayed, why didn’t he stop it? “Y/N/N, she prayed, and you still didn’t do anything?” Cas’ eyes dart between Dean and me, and I feel as though I’m about to explode with rage. “You told us that if either one of them prayed, you would go to them. That was your job, Cas, not wait around to see what would happen!”

“If I intervened sooner-” I can’t listen to anything else Cas has to say; I move away from the table and am headed towards 7B before I even realize it.

Crowley is cuffed and chained down in the middle of the devil’s trap; a smug smile creeps over his face when I lock the door behind me.

“I was hoping you’d join me, Moose,” he taunts. “What? No Squirrel? Oh, this will be fun.”

I close the distance in just a few steps, my fist connecting with Crowley’s jaw. He laughs dryly as I pull back and throw another punch, this time to his stomach. I need to do something that’ll make him hurt, make him pay for everything he’s done. Crowley doesn’t flinch, letting me hit him over and over again. I can hear pounding on the door as I swing again, Dean’s voice calling out, but I can’t stop, I won’t stop.

My knuckles are bloody and raw when I feel arms wrap around me, pulling me away from Crowley. I struggle against the powerful grip as Cas drags me back like I am a small child. Dean appears in front of me, yelling at me to calm down, but his voice is a distant echo, as my focus is still on Crowley.

I relax for a moment, and Cas loosens his grip, and I shove him off me. Dean tries to stop me, but I knock him to the floor. A glint of silver catches my eye, and before I can even process a thought, I snatch the weapon from the table. Crowley chuckles as I press the edge of the angel blade against his throat.

“You threaten my daughter? The mother of my daughter? And what? You’re going to sit here and laugh about it?” I growl, slowly raking the blade across his neck, watching as blood seeps out.

“Oh, you have no idea,” Crowley’s lips curl into a grin. “She was ready to do anything to get me to leave her and the little one alone, anything, Moose.”

“Don’t listen to him, Sam,” Dean grunts from behind me.

“And she would’ve done it. She put on a brave face, but she was willing, Sam. She knew you weren’t going to save her. Just another person you’ve let down, eh Sasquatch?”

“Shut up; you’re lying.” I tower over him, putting more pressure on the knife.

“I guess we’ll never know, will we, Samantha? Shall I tell you the things I plan to do to little Cordelia?”

“Sam,” Dean grabs my arm firmly, “he wants you angry; he doesn’t want you to complete the Trial,” he rationalizes. “You kill him now, and everything we’ve been working for the last few months goes down the drain. We’ve come too far to stop now.”

“He deserves to die,” I grunt as Dean pulls me away from Crowley. “For everything, not just Y/N/N and Corie. All the shit he’s done since we’ve known him, Purgatory, Leviathans, Tommy, Sarah, Samuel, holding Bobby’s soul in Hell. He should pay for it. For all of it.”

“He will, Sam. When we’re done, he’ll no longer be the King of Hell; he’ll be a regular person. But you have to finish this last Trial, Sammy. That’s how we make him pay.”

“What do we do?”

It takes several long days of research, but we finally learn how to complete the third trial. Dean, Kevin, and I are stunned into silence as we listen to the recording of Father Thompson and Peter Kent, a man possessed who then killed his children. One dose of purified blood every eight hours, followed by the final exorcism, Peter Kent was no longer a demon; he was human again. I read through Father Thompson’s notes. We could do this; all we need is the consecrated ground.

We find an abandoned church less than an hour away from the Bunker. It’s in the middle of nowhere; it’s the perfect place to complete the Trial. Crowley stays locked inside the trunk of the Impala as we prepare the church. Dean makes a large Devil’s Trap while I read over the Enochian text, committing it to memory. Once we are both satisfied that the church has enough warding, Dean marches Crowley in, tying him tightly in a chair in the center of the room.

Crowley begins to taunt me again, and I leave the church under the guise of gathering supplies out of the Impala.

“I was thinkin’,” Dean says as he walks closer to meet me at the trunk, “maybe you should give Y/N a call.” Dean closes the trunk. “It’s been months, man.”

“No,” it pains me to say it, “I can’t.”

“Just try. Tell her you’re sorry for everything, and when all this is over, you want to be with her.”

“Y/N/N won’t answer,” I sigh. “You heard Cas. She wants nothing to do with me anymore. Whatever chance I still had with her went flying out the window the second Crowley showed up at her house.”

“C’mon, man. You had no way of knowing–”

“That’s the point, Dean!” I shout. “I should’ve known, we both should’ve known! We– I left her, defenseless; didn’t even show her how to make a fuckin’ Devil’s Trap.” I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. “I didn’t show her how to test anyone around her. Wherever she is, she could be surrounded by Crowley’s fuckin’ minions, and she wouldn’t even know it, Y/N/N could still be in danger.”

“Cas warded her house,” Dean offers, “she’s safe.”

“We both know that isn’t true, Dean,” I try and fight back the tears that press at my eyes. “As long as Crowley’s around, Y/N and Corie won’t be safe. He’ll find some way to use them against us.”

“Sammy.”

“Y/N didn’t ask for this life, Dean. She doesn’t want a life full of demons, monsters, angels. She just wants a normal, safe life, and she had it before we took that case. From the second we stepped foot back in Weldon, we put Y/N/N and Corie in danger.”

“You can’t keep blaming yourself, Sam,” Dean argues.

“I’m gonna make sure she gets the life she’s always wanted, even if it doesn’t include me.” Dean’s eyebrows furrow, and his forehead wrinkles. “When we’re done,” I sniff, wiping away the tears that escaped, and clear my throat. “I’m gonna get Cas to erase their memories.”

Dean’s eyes narrow as soon as my words leave me; shock and anger quickly replace his previous confusion. I realize my mistake immediately; Dean would never let me or Cas do such a thing.

“No,” he says firmly. “You’re not going to do that to Y/N and Cordy.”

“So Cas can erase Lisa and Ben’s memories–”

“That was different,” Dean runs his hands over his face, and I know I’ve hit a nerve with him. “Y/N and Cordy, they’re your family, our family. I know you, Sam, better than you know yourself, and it’ll kill you never to see them again. What about what Y/N wants?”

“Did you ask Lisa what she wanted?” Dean opens his mouth to argue, but I don’t back off. Lisa and Ben were the closest things he ever had to a wife and kid. “No, because you knew what she would say. You did the only thing you could to protect them.” Dean grimaces; he knows I’m right. “I have to keep them safe, Dean.”

“You’re not thinking straight,” Dean sighs. “When this is all over, Crowley’ll be human, and all those sons of bitches will be locked away.”

“I’m not going to put them in danger again, Dean.”

“And you won’t. Sammy, let’s just get through this trial. Then, we’ll track down Y/N, find a way to make it work.”

I try to keep myself steady as I lean in to inject Crowley for the second time. As I stick the needle in his neck, he bites me, and I let out an annoyed shout as Dean rushes to my side. “Really, Crowley? Biting?”

Dean walks us out to the Impala and inspects the wound. I look up to see that Dean’s focus is less on the injury and more on my face. I can see him studying it, realizing how much it’s changed over the last few weeks. I’ve lied to Dean and myself about how much the Trials have been taking a toll on me, but looking into his eyes tells me that no matter how much I want to, I can’t hide my pain from him.

“Cas say when he would be back?” I break the growing silence between us.

“No. Maybe once he’s finished doing whatever it is he’s doing, we won’t have to deal with those dicks anymore either,” Dean laughs weakly.

Cas appears outside the church after I finish my confession, asking Dean for his help. He explains that Metatron found a way of putting Heaven back in order, but Cas is the only one who can do it. Dean and I both know that Cas has felt guilty about what has happened over the last two years. Killing Raphael, letting the Leviathan’s out of Purgatory, it was complete anarchy in Heaven from what he had told us.

Dean refuses, insisting on staying with me, ‘if anyone needs a chaperon, it’s Sam’. He didn’t say the words maliciously, but I cringe at the thought of him not being able to trust me to complete this one on my own. Dean is my rock, the only person I’ve ever been able to rely on, he’s the one who’s always been there for me, and I can’t let him or Y/N/N down again.

“You think he can do it, fix heaven, or whatever?”

“If anyone can, it’s Cas.” Dean opens the Impala’s trunk and pulls out a gauze pad and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. “Knock knock,” he smirks, pulling the same move that he did when we were kids. I roll my eyes at him, “C’mon, Sammy, knock knock.”

“Who’s–” I hiss as the alcohol hits the bite marks on my skin. Dean chuckles slightly, clearly proud of himself as he finds a large bandage and wraps it around my wrist.

“Call Y/N, Sammy,” Dean looks up from my wrist and meets my eyes.

“Dean,” I sigh.

“Just try.”

“I did!” I shout, yanking my hand away. “After we left Weldon; I reached out, I told her I was sorry, I told her that I loved her. You know what she said? Take care of yourself. She didn’t tell me that she wanted us to work out, that she wanted me around.”

“Sammy–”

“Y/N/N was pissed, and she had every right to be, you said it yourself, I scared the crap outta her that night. I listened to you and gave her the time and space that she asked for so that she could sort everything out. I left her alone after that.” I take a few steps back. “I tried calling and messaging her every day since Crowley attacked her, she won’t answer. No matter what I say or do, she doesn’t want any part of it. She's choosing to not speak to me, and I can’t blame her. The least I can do now is finish the Trial and let Y/N/N and Corie move on with their lives. She’s better off without me; they both are.”

“Sam,” Dean brings his hand down over his face. “They’re not, you know that. Don’t be like dad, don’t push them away because you’re afraid of losing them. You’ll never forgive yourself if you walk away from Y/N and Cordy again.”

“Fuck you,” I grumble. “I didn’t walk away the first time. I let one of the people I’m supposed to trust more than anyone else in the world manipulate me. You keep taking dad’s side.”

“Sammy, I’m– I’m not, but dad didn’t make you leave.”

“You wanna know what happened that night?” I ask. Dean still doesn’t know the whole story, and he nods slightly. “I came back from Y/N/N’s house, and I told dad about Stanford. He said that I was abandoning you. All I wanted was to go to college and have a couple of years of a normal, safe life. When I told him that Y/N/N was going with me, he said she couldn't, that I would be accused of kidnapping her. I stood my ground and told him that she was coming with me and nobody was going to stop us. I had to tell him first, Dean, about the baby, and when I did, he fuckin' lost it. Said that Y/N/N was trying to trap me, called her a slut, and the baby wasn't mine. When we got back in the morning, he convinced me that Y/N/N had decided to have an abortion and that she didn’t want to see me again.”

“Sam–”

“No,” I shake my head. I know what he’s about to say. “You’re not going to tell me that he was keeping them safe. Not when he kept in contact with them for years– years, Dean. Dad robbed me of the chance to know my daughter and then weaved a story to Y/N/N, making her think he was the good guy, like he hadn’t said those awful things about her. Corie would’ve known him if he hadn’t died; what would’ve he told her about me, about us? If he wanted to shield them from our enemies, he would’ve stayed away, just like he wanted me to. They would’ve been safe with me; I could’ve protected them from everything. The second Crowley started torturing her to get us to play his game, I knew the only way to make sure that it never happened again would be to remove myself from their lives completely. I’m not walking away; I’m keeping them safe the only way I can.”

“I need your help, Dean,” Cas appears suddenly with a rustling.

“Cas, I told you already. I need to be here with Sam.”

“You should go,” I mumble, “seriously.”

“What, and leave you with the King of Hell? No way.”

“Sam must complete this Trial on his own. You cannot assist him.”

“Keep giving the injections,” Dean orders. “If I’m not back in time for the bloody fist, you finish it, you hear me? No questions, no hesitation.”

I nod, and Dean gives me a half-hearted smile. He and Cas disappear before my eyes, and I walk back into the church.

With every injection, Crowley is becoming weaker. It takes five injections for him to start breaking down, admitting his failures; he almost seemed human. The injections aren’t just curing Crowley. They’re doing something to me, too; I can feel my body breaking down. With every passing hour, we’re both growing weaker.

“I didn’t know about the little one, Moose,” Crowley murmurs as I pull the needle out of his neck. “Not at first.”

Crowley is as close to human as he will be before the final injection. It takes me a moment to realize what he’s saying. “What do you mean, ‘not at first’?”

“I knew about the girl; everyone did,” Crowley lifts his head slightly. “She was the one I’d been watching.”

“Why?” How did he know about Y/N/N and not Corie? Cas said the angels knew from the beginning,

“The two of you were always destined to meet. She was always going to be the one to carry your children. Lillith made it all of the Loyalists’ priority to ensure that you would meet. Think about it, Sam, the case that brought you two together all those years ago, you knew that there was something off about it. But once you and Y/N had met, all your reservations went out the window.”

I feel my entire body vibrate with rage. Cas talked about our paths being destined to cross again, but was it all contrived? Did I ever have any free will?

“You weren’t to meet for years, but Lucifer instructed Lillith to speed up the process. Cordelia was under powerful protection. Someone found a witch to cast a spell over her before she was born, and she was made invisible to us. Y/N was protected as well, but we already knew about her, and it was only a matter of time before she left that small town of hers,” Crowley rasps. “It was Naomi, Moose. She was the one who told me about the little one.”

“Naomi, was your informant?” I huff, “why? Cas said that the angels were told to keep her existence a secret. Why would she tell you about them?” I question the weakened demon. “It doesn’t make any sense.”

“You said it yourself, Sam. If we’d known, we would’ve used them to our advantage years ago.” Crowley sighs, and I don’t know whether or not to believe him. “I wouldn’t have hurt her, Sam. I would’ve treated her as if she were my own, Cordelia, Princess of Hell.”

“If you weren’t going to hurt her, then why tell us you would?”

“I had to keep your Y/N compliant, and she would’ve done anything to protect Cordelia,” Crowley lifts his head, and I can see how close he is to being human again. “Nothing is more sacred than a mother’s love for her child; there are few bonds greater. The only thing comparable is her soulmate. Like when your mother made a deal with Azazel to save your father and then sacrificed herself for you when Azazel walked into your nursery. Acts of pure love,” he mumbles. “I want that Moose. I deserve love; I deserve to be loved!”

“You deserve nothing, Crowley,” I murmur. “And once we’re done, I’m going to take pleasure in killing you myself. You saw what I did to Brady? That’s nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you. I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

I expect some witty retort from Crowley, but he doesn’t speak; he only stares at the ground. Watching him break down, so close to being human, knowing that I’ll be able to get my revenge for everything, makes me feel better than I have in months. I have to finish this, for Y/N/N, for Corie, for Dean. I can’t let them down again.

I grab Ruby’s knife, ready to complete the ritual. This is it; closing the gates of Hell that I was responsible for opening all those years ago. No more Crowley, no more demons, and if Cas succeeds, no more angels either.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, hanc animam redintegra, lustra.”

“Sammy, stop!” Dean’s thundering voice causes me to jump. “There’s been a change in plans, Metatron lied. You finish this trial, you’re dead.”

Before Dean ever voiced the words, I knew that there was little chance of me getting out of this alive. If my life is what it takes to close the gates of hell, then I will give it. It's the least I can do to make sure that Y/N/N and Corie can live the rest of their lives in peace. Dean can look after them, show them how to protect themselves from monsters. Bobby and Rufus have safe houses all over the country; I know I can trust Dean to keep the only family we have left safe.

“So?” I mutter, closing the gap between Crowley and me. “Look at him!” I turn around, coming face to face with Crowley again; the King of Hell, now a blubbering mess. Crowley doesn’t look at me but turns his attention to Dean. As if Dean is the one who can save him, but he’s too far away, all I have to do is give him the final dose of blood. “Look how close we are! Other people will die if I don't finish this.” Dean stares at me wide-eyed, stunned, as he takes in my words. The only reason he let me continue with the Trials was that I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. These Trials were supposed to be my way out of hunting. “I have to finish this for them, Dean. I have to keep Y/N/N and Corie safe.”

“Listen to me, Sammy.” Dean raises his hands in surrender. “I know you want to keep them safe, but this isn’t the only way to do it. Y/N and Cordy, they need you, Sam, even if they don’t know it. You finish this trial, and you're taking away Cordy’s chance to know you. You’re making Y/N’s choice for her.”

I pull away from Crowley and mull over what Dean says. I shake my head and weigh my options. Is Dean, right? No, Killing Crowley and closing the Gates of Hell is the only way to keep my family safe. Seeing my momentary hesitation, Dean takes a step closer.

“Sam, think about everything we’ve learned since we started: rescuing a soul from Hell, curing demons, hell, ganking a hellhound. We have a real chance to turn the tide here, but I can't do it without you.”

“You can barely do it with me.” I choke on my words, feeling the tears press against my eyes as I fail to fight them back. “Y/N/N hates me. She won’t ever forgive me for Crowley.”

“You don’t know that, Sam,” Dean argues gently, taking another step forward.

“Y/N/N and Corie, they’re better off without me, all of you are. If it weren’t for me, we wouldn’t even need to close the gates. It’s my fault they were opened in the first place. It’s my fault that Lucifer got outta the cage; thousands of people are dead because of me.”

“Sammy.” Dean shakes his head. “You gotta know that isn’t true.”

“You’re still pissed about Ruby, Dean. About me losing my soul, killing Lilith. You think I’m a screw-up, that I need a chaperon.”

“C'mon, man, that's not what I meant–”

“It's exactly what you meant,” I cut him off. “Do you wanna know what I confessed in there? What my greatest sin was? It was how many times I let you down, Y/N/N down. I can't do that again. You wanna know why I never told you about Y/N/N and the baby?” Dean’s face softens. “I didn’t know how to tell you, of all people, that I was going to leave it all behind. Y/N/N and I, we were going to start over in California. I wanted to marry her, live a safe life, just the three of us. How was I supposed to tell you, the one person I’ve always been able to count on, that I was going to leave the only life I’d ever known?”

“Sammy–”

“I was scared to tell dad because I knew that he’d be pissed, tell me that I was irresponsible, and all that bullshit. But you– you raised me, Dean, you were more my parent than dad ever was. I couldn’t disappoint you again, and I couldn’t risk that you would take dad’s side over mine.”

“Just hold it. Hold on,” Dean bellows. “You seriously think that? Because none of it, none of it, is true.” Dean takes a step forward, and I keep the knife pressed against my palm.

“You just stood there when dad said if I left, I couldn’t come back. You’re my big brother, and I thought if anyone could’ve helped me with Y/N/N and the baby, it would’ve been you. I lost everything that night, not just Y/N/N and the baby, but you too. And I only got some of it back when you turned up in Palo Alto.” Dean frowns. “I didn’t get to say goodbye to her, to either of them. I never got to have a real talk with my daughter. I never got the chance to tell Corie that I thought about her and Y/N/N every day for the last ten years and that leaving was the biggest regret of my entire life.”

“Sammy, all you have to do is stop, and you can tell her. We’ll go there right now.”

“We can’t, Dean.” I let the knife slice through the skin of my palm. The glowing in my arms becomes brighter, and pain radiates through me. “Y/N/N left Weldon and took Corie with her, she ran away from her home town and took my daughter with her. They could be on the other side of the fuckin’ world for all we know.”

“You’re right. But he knows.” Dean gestures at Crowley behind me. “He can tell us where they are.”

“Y/N/N doesn’t want me around, Dean, don’t you get that?” I huff, moving backwards towards Crowley. “She doesn’t trust me to keep her or Corie safe. They deserve better than some fuck-up like me in their lives. I’ve only ever let them down. I’m not going to do it again.”

“We can fix it, Sam. You, Y/N, and Cordy, you belong together. We’ll find her, find Cordy. We’ll teach them everything they need to know about protecting themselves. I’ll get you your apple-pie life, brother, but you gotta trust me, okay? You gotta stop.”

“I do trust you, Dean. I always have,” I mumble. “I’ve always been able to count on you, my whole life, you’ve been the one who’s always been there for me. But what happens when you decide I can’t be trusted again? Will you take Y/N and Cordy away, hide them from me? Who will you turn to? Another angel, another- another vampire?”

“Hold on, hold on!” Dean shouts. “You can’t believe that’s true, any of it! I know that we’ve had some disagreements. Hell, I know I’ve said some things that sent you back on your heels. But Sammy, c’mon, I killed Benny to save you. I’m willing to let this bastard and all the other sons of bitches that killed mom walk because of you.” Dean takes a step closer, and I can see the tears in his eyes. “Don’t you dare think there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you. You gotta see that, okay? I need you to see that.”

“What about Y/N/N? Corie?” I sniff.

“I’ll get you back to them, Sammy, I swear to God. I will do everything in my power to keep the three of you together for the rest of your lives.”

I can feel the blood from my palm drip onto the floor as I consider Dean’s words. If I can be back with Y/N/N and Corie, everything will be worth it. But, the overwhelming need to make Crowley human again consumes my thoughts. My instincts as a father are taking over; I have to do everything I can to keep Corie safe.

Dean’s voice sounds muted, strangled; I can barely hear him as he continues to shout at me. I repeat Father Thompson’s exorcism a final time as I move back to Crowley’s side and put my hand over his mouth. ‘I did it,’ I murmur before the darkness consumes me.

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Supernatural Omens (part four)

The nice and inaccurate prophecies of someone.somewhere about something that never happened. A fan fiction.

Warnings:None. :) Feel free to read this in front of your family and pets :)

Word count: Idk but it’s longer than the last one.

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Dean tried desperately to break free from Crowleys grip. Sam, on the other hand, was too preoccupied looking at Castiel, Jack and Aziraphale to care about who was pulling him, or that his arm was in extreme pain.

The demon dragged the brothers through the park towards his Bentley mumbling under his breath the whole time. Who knows how but he managed to push both of them into the backseat at the same time. Seconds later he was behind the wheel. The car locked itself as soon as Crowley slammed the door, cutting the idea of making a run for it right out of Sam and Deans mind.

Up until this point the eldest Winchester had kept his cool with the whole recently found antichrist situation. He had been a hot headed man with very little patience. But over time his brother and friends, especially Castiel, had taught him to control both of those flaws. But this situation, being pulled apart and dragged away from the angel and the nephilim,was just the start of a a snowball effect that would make him snap with time.

They sat in the backseat quietly while Crowley tore down the road faster than ever.The trees and grassy fields they passed by looked like blurry blotches through the windows.His tears had dried up. Now he felt numb.Not a single ounce of emotion was traceable on his face.His lips were stiff. His eyes looked dead behind his sunglasses. It was Sam who tried to make small talk with Crowley. His heart was in the right place. And it worked.

“I’m really sorry about what happened back there.”Sam said softly.”It wasn’t right for him to say what he said the way he said it.”

Crowley sighed.”I guess.He was right about one thing though. That we are on opposite sides. Our sides hate each other mutually. It’s been like this since the beginning of time.But after I got to know him I realized that not all angels are uptight. I thought he felt the same way. It just goes to show that you never really learn everything about a person. And right when you think you know them like the back of your hand, they do something that will completely throw you off. I hope he wasn't faking it the whole time. It would hurt way more if he was.”After a moments pause he added.”I’m really sorry we dragged you into this mess. You guys shouldn’t be here.This isn’t your fight. I might still have enough things to open a portal back to your bunker. I’ll keep it open until Castiel and Jack come over.”

Dean spoke up this time. The tone in his voice serious.”What about you?”

Crowley shrugged.”Brace for impact. Grab whatever I can carry and find a good hiding spot. Whatever's coming isn’t good.I’ll just have to be prepared.”

“You can’t give up now Crowley.You’re so close.”

The Bentley stopped. Crowley turned to look at the brothers.”Close? I’m nowhere near close. We have no idea where his-”

“We do.” Dean said.”Aziraphale made Castiel mute because he was going to say that Aziraphale was lying.He does in fact know where the antichrist is. But if the plan was to not tell you, the idiot shouldn’t have told us. We know where he is-”From the pocket of his shirt Dean produced a paper.”and I wrote it down.”

Crowley took the paper from Dean’s hand.”You are a genius my friend. Number 4 Hogback Lane here we come! But before we do, would one of you like to come ride upfront?”

“Well I rode up front the first time so I think it’s only fair that Sammy does it this time.”

Crowley nodded.“Fair enough.Come up front moose.”

Sam’s eyes widened.”Moose?”

Dean laughed.”There’s no time for questions. Now go up front moose.”

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Back at the bandstand Aziraphale was being scolded by Castiel. Jack stood a couple yards away watching a squirrel fight another squirrel for an acorn. He didn’t hear them.

“Was that really necessary??” Castiel asked.”Why on earth would you lie to Crowley? You know where the antichrist is. If you would have told him we’d be on our way to number 4 Hogback Lane right now to put an end to all of this. Why didn’t you tell him?”

“It’s been necessary for almost 6000 years,I’ll have you know. If anyone from the higher level of angels found out that i’ve been hanging out regularly with a demon lord knows what they will do with me. And I didn’t tell him because I knew that If I told him he’d want us to go together.That can’t happen.”

“So what if they do?!” Castiel asked.”Aziraphale..you know as well as I do that angels aren’t supposed to do a lot of things. Hanging out with humans and adopting there ways in my world is one thing that’s frowned upon. And for a while I was shunned by the higher ups. I have done so many things that I’m not supposed to for the sake of my boys. And if I had to do it all over again,I’d make the same choices without a second to think it over. Sometimes the correct way isn’t the right way. Now we know where the antichrist is, right? We’ll go there, do what we have to do and fix your situation with Crowley when we get to it.”

Aziraphale thought it over. Castiel had a point and he knew it. It was best to trust him and do what he said for the time being.He also felt horrible for saying what he said to Crowley. He hadn’t meant a word of what he had said.And he wanted to apologize as soon as possible. The angel nodded.”Okay. You’re right. You’re absolutely right. Let’s get a move on.We’re actually not that far away from Tadfield.”

“Okay.That’s good. Jack! Come on!” Castiel called out. When Jack didn’t answer,he called out again.”Jack?”

Aziraphale leaned over the bandstand banister to get a better shouting range”JACK?!”

Castiel walked a few feet away from the bandstand and shouted.”JACK KLINE ANSWER ME THIS INSTANT!!”

Aziraphale quickly ran towards Castiel.”The small town of Tadfield is this way. I think we can find him faster if we run.”

authors note:For the sake of this fanfic lets say that the bandstand is 15 minutes away from Tadfield.Yes? Okay great. Glad you’re on board.

The angel and the seraph, both out of shape, charged full speed down the opening road that connected the small park to Tadfield. They got to the entrance of the city panting and gasping for breath. Castiel bent over to breath better. His feet ached. The back of Aziraphale’s legs stung. He had gotten two cramps whilst running, one on each leg. That didn’t make him stop.

Castiel looked up. A bead of sweat trailed down his temple. In his blurry vision he managed to make out a familiar silhouette. It was Jack, standing between four motorcycle’s. The drivers seemed to be asking for directions to somewhere.

When Aziraphale saw this he bursted into a limping sprint.“No! No no no! Jack get away from them!”The motorcyclists drove off before the angel arrived. He interrogated Jack.”Why in heavens would you go off by yourself like that? You don’t know what kind of people live around these parts. What did those motorcyclists say to you?”

“Aziraphale.”Jack laughed.”Calm down. Look i’m sorry I took off. I realize it was wrong and I won’t do it again. They we’re asking for directions to the U.S. Airbase. Their reasons I don’t know.”

Cas caught up to them. He stood next to Jack.”What happened?”

“The four motorcyclists wanted directions to the U.S. airbase.”Jack said.”I didn’t know where it is but I wished them luck on trying to get there.”

Aziraphale had grown quiet and rigid. He stared at the floor with wide eyes. He was thinking,racking his brain trying to remember why the number 4 was important. He pushed the idea of Number 4 Hogback Lane from his mind because he knew that wasn’t it.He made a mental note to go back to that thought later.

The three started their walk towards the row of houses. They’d check each street sign until they’d find the one they were looking for. Until then they discuss what they’d do when they were face to face with Adam. Aziraphale had only now just told them what the antichrists name was.

Jack smiled.”Adam?”

“Yes.”Aziraphale nodded.”Adam Young. He’s eleven.”

“How did you know you were taking care of the wrong child?”

“Well you see..a dog was supposed to be given to him on his eleventh birthday. Crowley said it was supposed to be a big scary hellhound. Well..he didn’t really say scary. I sort of figured out that bit on my own. Because if it has the word hell in its name than it’s supposed to be scary, right?”

Castiel gave Aziraphale a look of admiration.”Hellhounds are invisible from where we’re from. None of us have seen what they look like. Including Dean, who was killed by one.”

“Is that the occasion where you pulled him out of hell?”

“Yes it is.”

“Right.” The angel looked over at Jack.”What about you, lad?How did you get tangled up with the Winchesters and Castiel.”

Jack looked up at the sky as he talked.”Well as you know,my dad is who he is. He wasn’t around when my mom Kelly was pregnant with me. But Castiel was. I heard his voice all the time while I was growing inside her.As soon as I was born Sam was on board to take me under his wing.So was Cas. It took Dean a great deal of convincing but eventually he learned accept me. I’ve gained their trust and friendship over time and i’ve been living with them ever since, going on hunts and most recently attending school.”

“You lead an interesting life Jack. Be thankful of what you have.”

“I am every single day.”

The sound of tires burning the asphalt behind them made them turn. Aziraphale’s face lit up when he saw the car model. A 1926 Black Bentley. He eagerly ran towards the middle of the road. Castiel reached out to grab him but missed by a couple of inches.

“Aziraphale!” Cas exclaimed.”I don't think he's going to stop.”

“He will!”The angel replied happily.”You’ll see.”

Crowley noticed the angel a little too late. He stepped on the breaks using all his force. But it was no use. He hit Aziraphale. Not hard enough to kill him, if that were possible, but hard enough to send him flying down the road. Sam and Dean quickly got out of the car. Crowley was already running towards the angel. Aziraphale’s eyes were closed but he was still conscious. Crowley thought he had actually killed him. Thus began the biggest sob fest he had ever protagonized. And Aziraphale would never let him forget it.

“Angel?” Crowley choked out.”Angel? Come on..don’t do this to me. Not now. You’re allowed to die on any other day but not today.Wake up.” On purpose Aziraphale went limp in Crowleys arms. He was an extraordinary actor. Adding the scrapes and bruises and the dirty clothes, Aziraphale looked dead. Crowley shook him.”Angel?! ANGEL?! Dammit Aziraphale wake up!” Crowley shook him violently. Not once did Aziraphale open his eyes or smile.The demon sobbed through sentences.”You might not want anything to do with me anymore..and I understand that. I understand that you’ve put up with a lot throughout the years.But I can’t live with myself knowing that you...that I...wake the hell up! I’ll lick you. Do you want me to lick you, ‘cause i’ll do it. WAKE THE HELL UP AZIRAPHALE! ”

“What’s the magic word?” Asked Aziraphale, his eyes still closed.

Crowley growled.”Please. Please wake the hell up.”It took him a second to realize who had just said that. His eyes suddenly widened.”HEY!”

Aziraphale sat up and smiled at the demon.”i’m fine. Don’t get your wings in a twist you overdramatic demon.”

Crowley threw himself onto the angel. They hugged one another tightly. “Listen.”Crowley sniffed.”If you never want to speak to me after the apocalypse that's okay. That’s fine. But let’s finish this together. Let’s kick ass one last time. Then you can go. And i’ll never bother you again.”

“You see Crowley..I can’t do that.”The demon looked down sadly. Aziraphale continued.”Because..if we part ways, who will be there to reach the highest bookshelf for me?”

Crowley smiled widely. The boys, who were all gathered around watching, smiled. They were glad that the angel and the demon had settled their differences. It was then that they heard it. The sound of trumpets. Armageddon had begun.

**Authors note**

Hope you’ve enjoyed reading chapter 4. Stay tuned for chapter 5. There might be spelling errors. If there are i’ll correct them sometime during the week. Also I left Dean’s plot on a cliffhanger. It will be resolved hopefully in the next chapter.

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A Woman of Letters (Getting a Feel for Sam Winchester) - Chapter 10

Summary: You’ve just opened an occult bookstore in Lebanon, Kansas, when you fall for a tall, handsome customer…literally. You soon find out that there’s more to the world than you ever suspected, including you. Discovering your heritage puts you directly in a witch’s crosshairs, though, so the Winchesters offer to take you in and teach you how to protect yourself. As you discover your own family history with the supernatural and your own hidden talents, you can’t help but wish a certain brother was as excited about your interest as you are.

Total length: 43 chapters, 70,247 words - Read on AO3 - Series masterlist

Chapter word count: 3044 words

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Canon-level angst and violence

Sam

Sam woke up alone in Y/N’s bed, reached over to the empty side of the bed, and felt cold sheets. He looked at the clock on the nightstand and realized he had slept later than he usually did. In fact, it was barely still morning. Sitting up, he realized he had slept better than he had in ages. As he went through his morning routine, he tried not to think about how nice it was to have Y/N curled up with him. It had been a long time since he’d shared a bed with a woman, even just for sleep. His mind drifted back… Amelia. Sam shook his head to try to clear those thoughts before they took hold. At least Amelia got out alive. She’s happy with Don, now. That’s better than most of his romantic partners. Sam purposely changed his thoughts since the head shaking had obviously failed.

After Sam was dressed he headed to the kitchen to look for food. He stopped short just inside the door when he saw Dean and Y/N hugging. Sam felt frozen until he saw them break apart, and then he was able to force his feet to move him over to the coffee pot. While he was getting his coffee, he heard Dean say something quietly to Y/N, then Dean’s heavy footfalls as he left the room. Sam sighed.

“I guess he’s still pissed at me, huh?” Sam turned to Y/N, who was leaning against the counter.

“Yeah. It was kind of a low blow, but he’ll get past it. I mean, I’ve only known him a day, but I can already tell he loves you more than he’s mad at you.” Sam felt Y/N’s words strike his heart. It had been a low blow, and he knew it. There weren’t many things Dean couldn’t find a way to joke about, but Lisa was definitely one of them. Dean had forgiven Sam for a lot over the years, though each time had been harder than the last. Sam wondered if maybe this would be the time Dean just didn’t. Sure, this was minor compared to the myriad of ways Sam had let Dean down in the past, but it could be the straw that broke the camel’s back. Sam sighed.

“We’ll see, I guess.”

Y/N moved towards the door. “We’re going to head to my apartment to grab some things I’ll need. Do you want to come along, or…?” Sam’s eyes flew to Y/N’s.

“Your apartment? Really?” Y/N nodded and shrugged.

“Dean says he’s got a plan. I didn’t ask about it.”

“I’m definitely coming. You’ll need both of us if something’s waiting for you.” Sam followed Y/N to the garage, where Dean was already in the car. Sam got in the back, leaving Y/N in the front. “Dean, what’s the plan? Head over there with hex bags and guns at the ready and shoot anything with red hair?” As Dean pulled the car out of the garage, he shook his head slowly, then pulled out his phone. Sam sighed. Obviously Dean was still pissed. He just hoped Dean got over it if things went pear-shaped.

“Crowley? I heard a rumor your mother’s got the hots for my brother. It must run in the family. I know, I know, after she’s dead we go back to trying to kill each other. Meet us at the bar. See you in ten.” Dean shoved his phone back in his pocket and pulled the Impala out onto the main road. Sam watched Y/N’s face and almost chuckled. The look of incredulity was hilarious.

“Do you have the King of Hell on speed dial?” Although she seemed surprised, there was also a small smile playing at the edges of her mouth. Dean flushed a little pink and then smirked at her. Sam watched the flirtation and wondered why he suddenly wanted to deck his brother.

“How does the song go? ‘I got friends in low places,’ right?” Dean chuckled as Y/N laughed and Sam glowered at the two of them.

“Why does the fact that the King of Hell has a cell phone surprise me? I guess I always figured there’d be magical ways of doing things like that if magic existed.” Sam was still feeling grumpy, so let Dean answer the question.

“There are, but a summoning spell takes time. Demons make phone calls using blood, but really, burner phone is just easier. If you know who you’re calling is going to pick up, it’s not worth the bloodshed, quite frankly.” Y/N shook her head in amazement.

“I have so much to learn.” Sam felt his chest get tight at the thought of Y/N having to learn anything, and sighed. The car pulled into the parking lot of the bar, and the three of them got out and walked in, finding a booth near the back. Sam made sure he sat next to Y/N, keeping her safe on the inside, while Dean went up to the bar and ordered beers for all of them. As Dean was setting down the glasses, Crowley appeared behind him.

“Hello, boys. And girl.” Dean jumped, then turned to Crowley and grimaced. Y/N tried to stifle a giggle, but failed.

“What the hell, Crowley? I thought I was past people popping up behind me like that when Cas lost his wings!” Dean sighed and slid into the booth. Crowley slid in next to him.

“Just trying to keep you on your toes. If you’re going to go up against my mother, I need you sharp. Now, tell me, why is the newest member of your little club joining us for such a high-level discussion?” Crowley turned to Y/N with a charming smile that made Sam gag. “Not that I mind being in the presence of a beautiful woman, mind you, I just know how overprotective Moose and Squirrel can be about their girlfriends.” Sam felt Y/N stiffen and put his hand on her hand to calm her. He turned to Crowley and hoped he was giving him the bitchiest of all bitch faces.

“Never mind her, Crowley. Just tell us what you know about what Rowena’s got planned,” Sam barked. Dean smirked as a waitress brought over a large, fruity drink with about four or five skewered pieces of fruit and a teeny, tiny umbrella sticking out of the top. She set the drink in front of Crowley, and he stared at it for a long moment. Sam heard Y/N work to stifle another giggle.

“I see you remembered, Dean. You make me all warm where my bathing suit goes.” Crowley rolled his eyes and took a sip of the drink from the straw with a shrug. “What I know about Rowena’s plans is very little. I was able to intercede this afternoon because I travel faster than she does. I’ve had demons watching her, but she didn’t show her hand until it was almost too late.” Crowley looked at Y/N with what almost looked like sympathy, but Sam knew better. “I’m sorry about your shop. I do hope you had insurance.” Y/N nodded and smiled at Crowley, which put Sam on edge.

“I want to thank you for saving my life, even if you couldn’t save my shop,” Y/N said, quietly. Crowley’s eyes widened in surprise and he smiled at Y/N.

“Finally! Someone who understands the value of gratitude! Keep her around, boys. She can teach you lunkheads a thing or two.” Sam huffed angrily and glared at Crowley. Crowley kept his eyes coolly on Sam, as if egging him into starting something. Dean waved a hand to interrupt the stare down.

“Back to the matter at hand, you two. If we’re going to try to take Rowena out, we have to know where she’s going to be, and we have to find something that can kill her. Right now, Y/N needs supplies from her place, so we have to figure Rowena’s got her place staked out. As for weapons, we have bullets with witch-killing brew in them for distance shooting and Molotov cocktails of the stuff for close attacks. I say, we try to kill Rowena at Y/N’s apartment. We go in, pack up as much stuff as we can, and when Rowena comes after us, we take her out. If we kill her, then Y/N goes back to her life. If we don’t kill her, then we’ll have everything she’ll need for an extended stay with us while we find something else that can kill her.” Sam listened to Dean’s plan and had to admit it wasn’t all that bad.

Crowley’s eyes nearly bugged out. “You’re going to risk this beautiful young woman’s life by trying to take out Rowena whilst getting supplies? Are you joking?” Sam looked at Y/N and wondered if maybe Crowley was right. He started listing in his head everything she might need, and what other ways there were to obtain them. He felt his face flush at the thought of buying her bras and panties, and found himself shifting in his seat as his mind wandered inappropriately until Dean interrupted his train of thought.

“Look, she needs clothes, she needs personal items, and I’m sure there are other things in her apartment that she’ll want that aren’t replaceable. If what we have works, Rowena’s dead, Y/N gets to go back to her life, and everyone’s happy. If it doesn’t work, then we have a start on finding something that will work, and Y/N has what she needs for an extended stay with us. Two birds with one stone. ” The table got quiet while everyone took a long pull from their respective drinks.

“Look, it’s either this, or she borrows clothes from us,” Sam replied sarcastically. Crowley rolled his eyes and made a disgusted noise.

“If that’s your solution, Moose, it’s no wonder your relationships all end in the cemetery. They’d rather die than put up with you.” Crowley turned to Y/N and gave her a smarmy smile that made Sam cringe. “Darling, if you ever get tired of Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber here, I’d gladly keep you safe, and in a manner to which a lovely thing like yourself should be accustomed. Just because you have a 300-year old witch on your tail doesn’t mean you need to live in a hole in the ground that barely has indoor plumbing. You deserve satin sheets and chocolates on your pillow.” Sam groaned inwardly, but tried to keep his cool on the outside.

Y/N smiled and squeezed Sam’s hand. “Thank you for the offer, Crowley, but I’m fine where I am.”

Sam admired her ability to hide the nervousness she had to be feeling right now. “Crowley, just tell us. Will you help us or not?” Sam glared at Crowley and realized he was now almost crushing Y/N’s hand. He forced himself to relax his hand while he waited for Crowley’s answer.

“I can get her in and out unnoticed. We pop in, she packs, we pop out, and nobody would be the wiser. Then, once she’s out of the line of fire, you two idiots can go after Rowena on your own time.” Crowley had taken Y/N’s refusal better than Sam expected, still giving her admiring looks and smiling sweetly. Sam stopped himself from squeezing Y/N’s hand any harder.

“If you can pop her in and out, you can pop all of us in and out, Crowley.” Sam glared at the demon in front of him while Dean backed him up.

“Sam’s right. We’re not letting her out of our sight until we’re sure she’s safe. I don’t care if you saved her life yesterday, I still don’t trust you as far as I can throw you. Either we all go, or none of us go,” Dean said. Crowley pretended to be offended by Dean’s remark.

“Dean, you wound me.” Crowley shrugged and nodded his head, though. “But, I see your point. Fine, I’ll pop us in, you three pack whatever you can, and I’ll pop us back out. If we run into interference, though, you idiots better shoot first and ask questions later.” Crowley sighed deeply and overdramatically, then took a long pull from his drink. Sam looked over at Y/N to gauge her reaction to this plan. He never expected what came next.

“Crowley, thank you for everything you’re doing for me. I know you don’t have to, and you’re putting yourself on the line for me, so I want you to know that I appreciate it. And if there’s something I can do in return, let me know, and I’ll do the best I can.” Sam and Dean both jumped and started talking over each other. Crowley waved a hand and both men lost their voices, opening and closing their mouths like guppies. Sam felt panic wash over him, and he clutched at Y/N’s hand.

“What I’m sure you’re overgrown protectors are trying to say is that making such an offer to the King of Hell is never a good idea. Now, I like you, so not asking you to seal that particular agreement with a kiss pains me greatly, but I won’t. Not that it wouldn’t be fun making Moose watch. I appreciate the sentiment, though, and will someday hold you to it. In the meantime, let’s get this show on the road. I have an underworld to run.” Crowley waved his hand again and both Winchesters groaned as their voices returned. “Let’s take this outside, shall we?” Sam took a deep breath, and pushed away his worry over what Crowley might ask Y/N to do in the future. Now was not the time.

On the walk out of the bar to the parking lot, Y/N gave Sam and Dean a quick rundown of her apartment, and where they could find bags they could use for packing. By the time they were outside, they had a plan for getting as much as possible packed up as quickly as possible. When they got to the Impala, Dean handed a big bottle with a rag sticking out of the top to Sam, and then put a similar bottle into an interior pocket of his coat. When he slammed the lid of the trunk shut, Crowley snapped his fingers, and the four of them found themselves inside Y/N’s apartment.

Sam took a quick look around and wished he could spend more time looking over her things. Today was not the day, though. The plan was set in motion, and Sam grabbed bags from closets, handing them to Y/N and Dean, and then following Y/N as she grabbed items and handed them to him to pack. Dean cleaned out the bathroom, then joined them in the bedroom to pack clothes. Sam took a bag and went through the living room, grabbing pictures and photo albums and anything else that looked important. In less than ten minutes, they were done, and as Crowley raised his hand to snap his fingers, the front door banged open and a man with blood dripping down his cheeks growled at them. Crowley snapped his fingers, and he and Y/N disappeared. Sam looked around the room in shock, seeing the same flash of anger and shock on Dean’s face. What the hell?

The cursed man was advancing on the brothers, and Dean quickly shot him in the head. The man’s head flew back while he took a step back, but he didn’t fall. As he straightened out to take another step closer, Sam and Dean both put two more bullets in his brain. After standing there with a dazed look on his face for a long moment, the man finally fell. Sam did some quick math in his head to calculate the number of witch-killing bullets they had left, but didn’t get to finish before he saw Rowena’s wild red hair turning the corner as she entered the apartment. Sam started firing at Rowena while Dean pulled out his witch bomb and lit the fuse. Sam fired one, two, three, four times, and Rowena simply raised a hand, making the bullets stop just in front of her and then fall to the ground. Dean, seeing that throwing something directly at Rowena wouldn’t work, instead threw his bomb at her feet, reciting the incantation as he threw. Rowena was obscured from view by a cloud of flame and smoke. Sam held his breath while the smoke cleared, and then let it out as he saw Rowena still standing there. She looked slightly green, and was taking heaving breaths, but she was still standing. Sam felt fear rising up in his chest as he fully realized he was about to die. Rowena was standing in the doorway of the apartment, and if there was another exit, he wasn’t aware of it. Even if there was a fire escape somewhere, Rowena could throw a curse before they’d get out the window.

Sam watched Rowena raise a hand to him and Dean, and just as she began to speak, he blinked, and he and Dean were standing in the bar’s parking lot next to the Impala, Y/N, and Crowley.

“Is she dead,” Crowley asked with a smug smile on his face while Sam and Dean caught their breath.

Sam huffed, glaring daggers at Crowley. “No. She stopped the bullets before they hit her, and the witch bomb only slowed her down for a moment.” Sam watched as Dean straightened up and his face hardened in anger.

“What the hell was that all about, Crowley? Another second and we would have been witch food!” Dean took a step toward Crowley, and Crowley held up a hand, stopping Dean in his tracks. Sam suddenly saw the family resemblance between Crowley and his mother and frowned deeply.

“I figured you’d want to take a crack at Rowena, but with the lovely Y/N safely far away. I brought her to safety, then got you. Would you rather I left her with you?” Crowley had a subtle smirk on his face while he looked back and forth between the brothers. Sam felt bile rising up in his throat.

“Call me when you figure out how to kill the bitch.” Crowley snapped his fingers one more time and disappeared.

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stormtodoroki · 5 years

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Happy Pi (Pie) day

Warnings: lots of fluff, teasing, some implied smut so read at your own risks and I'mma just say 18+ to be safe.

Pairing: Crowley x Oc, Sam x sister, Dean x Sister

Words: 2,871

Summary: Beth, decided to surprise the brothers with some pies on Pi day,and make them be okay with her dating Crowley.

Beth had just woken up and ran to the kitchen to start on the pies, today was national pie day and she wanted to surprise her brothers by making them each something special. She had just started chopping the apples when she felt her phone buzz in her pocket, she set down the knife before pulling out her phone and she read the text with a small smile. She thought for a moment before she texted him back telling him she was making pies and if he wanted to help he could. Within seconds Crowley was right beside her and took some flour and placed it on her cheek he let out a small snicker with a smug like grin plastered amongst his face.

"I must say kitten you look amazing in white."

Beth's cheeks turned a light shade of pink before her face turned serious and she continued making the pie.

"You'd better not waste any more of my flour Crow. I need to make three pies with this bag."

Crowley tsked and shrugged his shoulders before he gave a light kiss to her flour stained cheek. When he pulled back he took off his overcoat and suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt with a smile.

"Guess I'll help you bake some pies then my love."

With Crowley helping Beth make the pies it actually took longer than expected as Crowley would keep stopping every other minute or so to try the mixture, put more flour on Beth, or distract her by kissing her. She fought all the urges in her to take the pie and throw it at him, but she decided to wait till later, after all, she did fancy the king, why not make the revenge fit for a king?

"Beth doll, the silence is killing me, can we please strike up a conversation? Perhaps about how come Moose and Squirrel are still in bed?"

Beth smirked while remaining silent, Crowley was getting antsy, she knew how badly he loved the sound of her voice, he's told her countless times that if given the chance he would play it over and over in his head all day and not grow tired. Well, she wasn't gonna let him have the pleasure of hearing it until they got the pies finished.

"Come on Love, I know just as well as you do that you can't keep quiet all day, you love running that mouth of yours."

Beth smiled and she put two of the pies in and set the timer, she then pointed to the unfinished one in front of Crowley and then pointed to the timer on the oven. Once Crowley got the hint he let out an exasperated sigh and became serious as he began to make the pie he was tasked with making.

"You know Beth, you seem extra enticing when you're all serious and in command. Gotta say it's driving me mad."

Beth gave a triumphant smirk and sat on a chair and watched Crowley intently as he began to finish the pie. After about 15 minutes Crowley clapped his flour soaked hands together and put his pie near the oven, being careful to not put it too close.

"Well, I do believe I'm done, Love. Now I just got to wait for your pies to finish before I can put mine in the oven. So let's say we relax a bit and you can answer my question from earlier."

He turned around and saw Beth with her eyes closed, her head slowly making its way to her right shoulder, fearing she'd fall he poofed the two of them onto the couch and rested her on his chest. He had a soft smile and listened to the rhythmic beating of her heart. When the oven beeped he snapped his fingers and the pies were on the counter, and with another snap, the last pie was put in and the timer set. Surely she can't be mad at him for using his powers to make sure they didn't burn right? At least he didn't cheat and make them automatically cooked to perfection, which was definitely easy enough to do.

After the final pie was done Crowley thought it was best to wake Beth up. He gave her a small kiss on the forehead before he began to tickle her sides, within seconds she was a laughing mess and smiled up at Crowley before she bolted up and ran to the kitchen.

"Holy Crap! The pies they're gonna-"

Crowley walked into the kitchen behind Beth and snaked his arms around her waist with a smile and he leaned to her ear and whispered.

"Gonna what? Burn? I'd never let that happen love."

Crowley smiled and nibbled her ear lightly before he spun her into his chest and kissed her passionately. He only stopped when he heard someone clearing their throat, turning around with Beth still against his chest he faked a smile.

"Moose, Squirrel it's a pleasure you two finally decided to join us. Where's your little angel Squirrel?"

Dean rolled his eyes with a groan and he looked over to Beth.

"What is he doing here Beth?"

Beth smiled and told the brothers to wait where they were, she ran over the pies and carried them over.

"Well Dean, Crowley was so sweet and decided on making pies for you two for national pie day that I decided to help him."

The three men stood shocked in front of her, Sam and Dean were shocked Crowley would actually come up with such an idea and Crowley was shocked that she told the brothers it was his idea when it really wasn't. The brothers thanked the both of them and went to the kitchen, nearly dropping the pies as Beth yelled for them to not touch the last one.

"Love, why'd you tell them it was my idea? We both know it was you, and I think your brothers know it too."

Crowley was looking at her, the confusion still plastered upon his face as he held her cheek in his hand, he kissed her gently and gave a wink. Beth's cheeks immediately turned pink and she smiled softly as she looked into his eyes.

"Cause you are sweet, and even if you are the King of Hell you still helped me make the pies. That said I'm grateful you had helped and my brothers are gonna enjoy the pies and they'll hopefully dislike you less."

Crowley pulled her into a tight embrace, his face in the crook of Beth's neck with her hair hiding his small hint of blush.

"This is one of the many reasons I love you Beth."

He looked into her light blue eyes as he took in her every detail.

"I love you too Crowley, and to prove it I have a special date night planned for us soon."

She stood on her tippy toes and gave him a quick peck and she went to the kitchen, she saved the final pie for her and Crowley, and she honestly wanted to eat it.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Crowley watched her walk away and soon followed close behind Beth, never wanting her to go out of his sights.

“And what surprise would that be?” He asked a little smile on his face as he followed her back into the kitchen.

"Wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you now would it?" She smiled as she turned around and shot him a playful wink. "I'm really excited to taste the pie you've made though.”

“ I do like surprises. Wonder what delights you have in that head of yours.”Crowley said as he sliced the pie, smirking as he caught her wink, “I only helped, luv. Now let’s taste that pie.”

Beth smirked. "Yeah, sure you helped." She hopped up onto the counter and fixed her tank top making sure to send Crowley a mischievous wink this time around. "You made this pie on your own cause I made the other two. You took your time and kept throwing flour at me." She giggled lightly hoping he was getting antsy.

“Well I love keeping you distracted luv,” Crowley’s eyes darted to the flash of exposed skin of her waist as she oh so teasingly adjusted her shirt, throwing him a wink for good measure. Oh, such a tease indeed, making him oh so subtly lick his lips in anticipation. If she kept this up, who knows how long he’d last before giving in to temptation.

Almost forgetting about the pie in general, he unwillingly dragged his eyes away from her beautiful frame to stick the fork down into the top of the sliced piece of pie and offered her a piece,

“Taste see if it up to your standards.”

He asked innocently enough, although his eyes were focused on her lush, full lips.

Beth bit her top lip as she smiled, the blush creeping onto her cheeks, she looked down and giggled softly. "I wouldn't pass up tasting anything you cook or bake for me Crowbear." She ate the piece offered to her from the fork and she moaned pleasingly.

"Crowley my dear you've made one Hell of a pie. It is so delicious, if I could I'd probably eat it all." She leaned towards him with a seductive look in her eyes. "Of course then I'd need you to help me make room for desert." She kissed his cheek and smiled.

He watched as her lips pulled the sweet desert from the fork, all the while such sinful thoughts entered into his mind.

He smirked from her praise, and the rather cute nickname she called him when they were alone. But her moan of delight only added to his rather fiery thoughts and made a silent promise to himself that he’d make her pretty voice utter it again...and again. He felt her lips on his bearded cheek and looked at her, his eyes holding something akin to adoration although there was something as always, lurking behind that gaze of his.

He tore his attention away from those little thoughts in his head, bringing the fork back down for another piece,

“I’ll make note of that kitten, every word.” This time he brought the fork to his lips and tasted the pie,

“It’s good, sweet, but it pales in comparison to the taste of you.”

Beth blushed and hid behind her hands as she looked down, her dirty blonde locks covering her face. She crossed her legs over each other and she mentally cursed at herself for not holding out and took a deep breath determined in trying to keep this little game of hers going.

"Oh, is that so Crow-Crow? Please do tell me just how much better I am than this magnificent pie."

She looked up to him and raked her hand through her hair, pushing it away from her blueish-grey orbs.

"Maybe if I like your answer I could help you with your," She leaned forward towards his ear whispering seductively. "problem in your pants.”

He kept his gaze on her, the scent of her, sweet like the pie but the hint of her perfume, delicate like rose petals penetrating through wafting into his nose, so perfect, combining with the imagination, fueling the warmth in his stomach.

“You skin as soft as velvet cake, that voice of yours is as sweet and soft like honeysuckle.”

“Oh words can never do it justice, the sweetest thing. Pie may be dessert for you, but you’re mine. And I can’t wait to taste ever inch of you.” He said, his rough husk whispering into her ear, his hand resting on her mid thigh.

Beth's hair rose up and she quivered slightly when Crowley rested his hand on her thigh, to her it was like sparks of electricity had made her notice how much of an effect he was having on her and just like she was having on him. She reached her hand to his scruff and smiled.

"My voice is like honeysuckle? I must say I'm quite impressed with your answer Crowbear."

She traced her fingers gently along his jaw, enjoying the feeling it gave her. She then traced them down his neck to his chest where she grabbed his tie and pulled him flush to her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and smirked as she traced a few circles on his chest. She then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"So why don't we go somewhere else and you can show me just how much I mean to you Crow?”

Crowley pressed closer to her, indulging in the kiss as his hands was wandering huger to her waist, his finger spread out across her thick thighs before pulling her hips flushed against his.

He lifted from the counter to his hips, “Darling, I could show you how much you mean to me, anywhere...” He said walking away from the counter with her. It seemed like Crowley was going to lay her down right on the kitchen table but he teleported with her instantly laying her down on red expensive sheets on a California King sized lavish bed, his bed. They were in Hell, “But I’d rather have you in my bed.” Crowley said deep and husky abandon her lips as he kissed her again.

Beth smiled into Crowley's chest, when he had a better hold on her, hiding the evident blush on her face. She loved how much Crowley was affected by her and her teasing. As soon as he teleported her to his bed she kissed him back and ran her hands in his sheets.

"Well you have quite a lovely bed, and it's quite obvious why you brought me here out of all other places you could take me, I mean your bed quite soft and to be honest your room feels quite homey. I couldn't dream of anywhere better, more personal."

With blush still sprawled on her face she grabbed Crowley's tie and undid it, she then put it on her shoulders with a smirk before she played with his scruff.

Crowley smiles softly, one of those very rare, rarely expressed genuine smiles. It was small but the his emotion he felt for Beth was so powerful behind it.

“You ought to be lavished and spoiled in silk sheets and sleep in the finest beds. You don’t know how much I hate seeing you sleep in decrepit shady motels and sub par twins at the bunker. I want only the best things, the softest sheets and the finest clothes to grace your skin.” He brushed a lock of her hair back from her face.

“You are welcome to sleep here anytime you please... although I can guarantee tonight there won’t be much sleeping...” He as he lifted up her shirt, sliding it gently off her beautiful chest.

“Well, I've gotten quite used to those beds cause I've been hunting for quite some time now, but just being here for this short amount of time I already don't want to ever leave this bed.”

When Crowley removed her shirt Beth’s face became beet red as she realised she was wearing her red and black laced bra today, thinking quick she struck a pose, one hand was on her hip and the other was on the back of her head.

“How do I look?”

She then smirked as she started to unbutton Crowley's buttons, she purposely stayed close to him and every other button she would accidentally graze his bulge.

“From now on luv, you can sleep here.” He chuckled as she did a quirky pose underneath him, hands on her hips and head.

Crowley loved her quirks, her little spontaneousness. Beth certainly wasn’t like other women, and he believed it was her kind heart and uniqueness that drew his attention to the Winchester.

“You look stunning luv, more beautiful than Aphrodite.” Crowley of course had not missed the sexy black and crimson red lace that adorned her bra, the lace intricately designed framing the bra and accentuated Beth’s rather beautiful features, “Did you wear this just for me?” Crowley smirked slightly, his fingers brushing ever so slightly down her side, brushing across the lace of the bra, down the soft supple skin down her, until his hand rested on the dip of her waist.

Crowley lost his composure just slightly, his brown eyes dark with lust as Beth teasingly started to undo his buttons, every so often, rubbing against him and his constrained hard member, giving him the tiniest bit of friction.

Crowley kissed her lips soft and sweet like the cherry pie filling. He stroked her cheek lovingly, swiping the pad of his thumb over her cheek as he continued his soft kiss, showing her how much he loved her even though he struggled with the words.

He wanted to take his time with her, show her his unyielding and strong feelings for her. He wanted to show her bliss, passionate and slow and sweet, just as they slipped beneath the silk sheets and spent the night tangled in sheets and each other bodies.

#supernatural #pi day #pie day #pie #Crowley #sam #dean #Winchester #baking #fluff #flour everywhere #teasing

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writingishardd · 6 years

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Puppy (Part 2)

Gabriel x reader.

a/n: Somebody asked for a part 2 and I really wanted to do one haha. It’s not edited. Enjoy!

warnings: none

words: 983

Part one can be found here and my masterlist can be found here!

Almost a week had passed since the Winchester’s and Cas brought Gabriel back to the bunker in puppy form.

The witch that cast the spell was already dead, but yet the spell remained unbroken and you woke up everyday since with a series of licks to the face and a cold, wet nose brushing against your cheek.

You didn’t mind so much. You’d always wanted a dog, though Dean never allowed it, simply because anything could happen to the dog or to you and he couldn’t stand to see you heartbroken; and he didn’t want anything leaving a mess in the bunker, so he said.

You’d become used to the whines and yips and the tiny pitter patter of paws following behind as you walked.

4 days from Gabriel initial cursing, you sat in the library, a book in one hand and the other softly stroking Gabriel’s fur.

The archangel pup rarely left your side, in fact, if you were out of his sight for too long, he’d start to howl, which - needless to say, only served to irritate Dean more than when Gabriel chewed up some of his shoes.

“I think the witch that cursed Gabriel is still alive,” Sam spoke up, frowning at his laptop.

You shared a glance with Dean, motioning for Sam to explain.

“I’ve got a few strange deaths with the same m/o a few town’s away from last time.”

You scoffed. “No way is any witch that stupid.”

Sam just shrugged.

“I guess we’ll go check it out,” Dean nodded.

“Okay, I’ll call if anything with Gabe changes,” you promised.

The day continued with no change to your archangel and no word from the boys. You yawned and stretched your arms high above your head, all your muscles popping from being in such a stiff position.

“Hello, Darling.”

You yelled and turned quickly, glaring at the figure behind you. In your haste, Gabriel had been knocked off your lap and onto the floor.

He growled at Crowley and stood in front of you protectively despite being 3 feet tall. You took a deep breath to calm your racing heart.

“I didn’t realise you’d acquired a guard dog,” Crowley noted. “I also didn’t take you for a screamer but I find myself pleasantly surprised.”

Gabriel growled louder and you reached down to calm him.

“What do you want Crowley?”

He pulled a small black box from his coat pocket. “Moose and Squirrel got me out of a tight spot… regrettably, I owed them a favour.” He explained.

You nodded, still slightly on edge, as you always were around the king of Hell.

“What’s in the box?” You asked, eyeing it suspiciously.

Crowley smirked at you, his wrist flicking up to throw the box at you. Catching it, you held it gingerly.

“Just a little something to help.” Was all he said before sending a questioning glance at Gabe’s puppy form and disappearing, leaving behind only the slight smell of sulphur.

Letting out a deep breath, you placed the box on the large table and checked your watch, feeling the exhaustion in your bones.

You reached into your pocket and grabbed your phone, calling the first number on your speed dial and hoping Dean would pick up.

After calling a few times, you eventually decided that they must be busy.

“Okay, c’mon, Gabe. We’re going to bed, hopefully the boys will have some info for us tomorrow,” you told him, almost staggering to your bed.

As you lay in bed, Gabriel curled up on your chest, carding your fingers through his soft fur, you began to think too much.

Would he remember this when he was back to normal? If so, would he tease you about it? Would he avoid you? Was his affection and attention only the result of being turned into a dog?

Questions ran through your mind endlessly until eventually you fell into a restless sleep.

******** Your cell phone rang relentlessly on your side table, waking you. Reaching over, you grabbed the thing making the obnoxious noise and swiped the screen blindly, answering it.

“Mmmm wha?” You groaned out.

“Morning sunshine, Sammy and I killed the witch, douche-angel should be back to normal sometime soon,” Dean told you.

You mumbled an affirmation and then hung up. You stretched slightly under the weight on your torso.

Raising a hand, you slid your fingers gently through soft locks, sighing in contentment. You were warm and sleepy and that was a good way to be.

“Hmmm, feels real nice, Sugar,” Gabe muttered, nestling closer to you.

You smiled lazily, before realising that the puppy just spoke. Shooting up, you knocked the archangel into your lap as you searched the darkness of your room.

A snap echoed through the darkness and suddenly the lights were on and you could see the mischievous eyes of your favourite archangel.

“You’re back to normal,” you observed.

Gabriel just pushed himself up and then settled back against your pillow. “Seems like it, Cupcake,” he said, grinning at you. “I gotta say though, I’m kinda sad about it, despite not having my powers and not being very intimidating, it was the good life.”

Your cheeks blushed an angry shade of red.

“The kisses, the carrying, the belly rubs, oh yeah, it was good,” Gabriel continued, winking at you.

You sighed and tried to regain some of yourself. “Well next time, I’ll just let Sam and Dean chain you up outside, huh?”

The archangel didn’t reply, only pulling you back down and into his arms.

You stiffened up, not sure what to think about being so intimately close to the very object of your affections.

“Gabe? What’cha doing?”

“Cuddling, unless of course you had something else in mind?” He asked slyly.

You relaxed and moved a little closer, choosing to ignore his question and praying to Chuck he wasn’t taking a peek inside your head.

#gabriel x reader #supernatural x reader #archangel x reader

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supernaturalmistress · 6 years

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Lost Soul Series_Pt 1.- Found

Summary: You went missing for four years under Sam and Dean’s watch. Once they get a surprising call from a friend saying that you’re in Kansas, they find you, take you under their wing, but something seems off about you. Like something is missing, and once Dean believes he should confess his love to you, he finds out just what you lost, your soul. His only mission is to retrieve your soul from Crowley and all the while wanting to tell you just how he feels…but knowing he can’t.

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (barely)

Future Warnings: SMUT, Fluff, hella angst, heartbreak (but will be fixed, I swear)

Word Count: 1,611 words (chapters will get longer as we get into it)

Author’s notes: I kinda just came up with this series idea, and since I only write once in a blue moon I figured why not go out? My b-day is in like 4 days so its kinda a gift to me!(conceited much ikr) but yeah, pls leave feedback, if you have any ideas pls send them in cuz I like need more ideas lmao. Love y’all so much, I’ll be writing this series every two days (so each chapter will come out one day then I’ll have a day to write and edit then I’ll post between 9 and 10 P.M.) so yeah thank you so much. Please ask for anything you need. Tags are open!!! (btw I’ll be posting a masterlist later on tonight). Enjoy!

ring ring.

Dean’s POV

I answered the phone only to be greeted by Jasper’s gruff voice. He had news that I couldn’t believe until he gave me his word that it was true.

Jasper, are you sure?

Yeah man. I just got the call from one of my most trusted, she’s in Kansas, Dean. Near Lebanon. Said she was staying at the White Palm. Room 17.

My heart sunk in my chest at the thought of how in the hell she got back. We thought we’d lost her all those years ago.

Four years ago

It’d had been a hard week. Alpha vamp, killing off innocents in New York, no way in hell we could capture him. We’d gotten him to come to terms to stop killing, but he only wanted one thing, J.J. I couldn’t just give her up that easily, she was the love of my life and I sure as hell wasn’t using her as bait, but she insisted and pleaded that she would keep safe as long as we caught the son of a bitch. But like always, we were dumb and stupid enough to actually think we could get him on our own, leading to her getting captured. Ever since that day, I’ve been missing her, wondering and hoping she would come back to me.

Present

“All this time we thought she’s been being tortured, or worse. Now that I know she’s alive, I ain’t ever letting her go” I said to myself as I gripped the steering wheel tight on Baby. I pushed the gas hard, trying to get there as quick as I could before you were gone, knowing I couldn’t waste another minute away from you.

I’ve missed you as long as i could imagine and every since that day I’ve felt guilty for what happened. Now, it was the time to set things straight once and for all.

We arrived at the White Palm, my hands filled with sweat as we walked to Room 17. I was shaking because I had no idea what to do when I saw you. Didn’t know if I should hug you, apologize for all the shit we put you through, or hell I even thought about kissing you.

Sam looked at me with reassurance while knocking. Whatever happened, we both knew you were still our J.J. and you meant the world to us, to me.

The door opened swiftly as a well built, tall, shirtless black haired man stood in the doorway. I looked him up and down.

“Yeah?” he asked with a deep voice.

Sam and I looked at each other, and I was having doubts you were actually here.

Sam asked “Um, we’re looking for J.J., is she here?”

“Sorry bro, no one here by that name.”

My face fell but as soon as I heard movement inside I looked behind him only to see your beautiful figure moving to pack some clothes.

“J.J.?”

You turned and as soon as we locked eyes, a smile grew on my face and a smirk on yours.

“Well, I’ll be damned. Sam and Dean Winchester. Been awhile since I’ve seen them pretty faces.” your smooth voice ran through me as your beautiful Y/E/C burned throughout me. Just then every shitty thing in my life gone to dust, fixed by your lovely face.

Your POV

You were shocked at the fact they actually found you, thought they’d left you behind in their memories long ago.

“Well uh,” you said as you started to give the black haired man his belongings, pushing him towards the door, “Thanks uh Jacob for, last night. It was fun.” Poor thing seemed confused and corrected you,

“Jason.”

“Right, well Jason, bye,” you said as you closed the door in his face. Sam and Dean looked very surprised at this new version of you, for one night stands used to be a big no-no for you.

“Little harsh there, don’t you think J.J.?” Sam asked with a laugh.

You chuckled.

“Well boys, it’s good to see you too.” You hugged them. They took awhile to hug you back before looking at your face. Dean carried out the hug a little longer.

“So, no call, no text, no smoke signals, no nothing?” Dean asked, getting serious.

“Sorry, I’ve just been busy with things. Hunting.”

“Yeah well, I figured as close as we are, you’d check up. Thought we were family. Figured if you came back, we’d be the first people you’d call.”

You scoffed. “Right mom, sorry I didn’t call you to check in, last time I checked I was an adult who makes her own decisions.”

They both asked the same question in their mind: What in the hell had happened to you? Cause this sure as hell wasn’t you.

Sam tried to quickly change the subject, for he could already feel the tension rising between you two.

“So J.J.--”

“Y/N/N.”

“Hmm?”

“I just go by Y/N/N now, haven’t been called J.J. in years.”

Just then it hit Sam the crossed Dean. Years? What’d you mean by years?

“Wait, wait. Years? Y/N/N, how long have you been out ever since…” Sam began to ask.

“After the incident, things happened and let’s just say I got lucky.”

Dean got heated and began to get impatient.

“Answer the question J.J. How long have you been out?”

You sighed, looked at the ceiling in annoyance, trying to calculate exactly, “Umm, about four-ish years? Yeah, I’d say four.”

They both looked at each other with disappointment and disbelief.

“You’ve been here all this time and never even called to let us know you were ok, or alive at least?!” Dean had finally snapped. He thought he’d lost you all those years ago, all the while you’ve been running around the country going on hunts, sleeping in cheap motels and having shitty one night stands. The love of his life, alive, this entire time.

“Oh calm your tits grandma, I’m sorry that as soon as I got out I didn’t want to call the only to people who I completely trusted only to get me kidnapped, tortured, sliced and diced each and every way,” you said, finally tired of their bullshit.

They once again looked at each other, faces and minds full of guilt. You were right. It was their fault you were taken and they had no room to argue. Dean couldn’t bear the thought of what you went through so all he did was move swiftly across the room and hugged you. He kissed the temple of your forehead and whispered ‘sorry’ one too many times.

“Ok Mother Theresa, it’s all good, I forgive you, both of you.” You gave them a small smile which was all they needed.

Sam was more than curious to find out how in the hell you escaped an alpha vamps nest.

“So, J--Y/N/N, I have only one question...how in the world did you escape and alpha?” Sam asked with caution.

There was a long pause until a deep British voice interrupted your conversation.

“Why me of course moose, that poor girl wouldn’t have stood a chance against those blood-sucking parasites.”

Dean jumped from the bed and raised his gun to Crowley.

“Oh calm down squirrel, I was just coming to check up on the girl,” he said as he helped himself to the mini bar in your motel room.

“What do you want you son of a bitch?!” Dean asked.

“Oh, darling I see you haven’t filled them in on our little dilemma. You want to tell them or should I?”

You looked at the boys then Crowley.

“Dean, please,” you asked officially annoyed.

“Not until someone explains what this snot-nosed asshole is doing here!” Dean yelled.

“Oh squirrel, always putting violence before knowledge. Might wanna let your girl explain herself and put that thing down before you hurt somebody.” Dean hesitated before looking to you for reassurance and you nodded to him. He put the gun down, while he and Sam waited for you to begin.

Dean began “J.J., please don’t tell me you made a deal with this shithead?!” Dean snapped.

“Hurtful.”

“J, what the hell is going on?” Sam asked after a moment of silence.

“Ok, yes Crowley did save me and yes it came at a price but I know more than to make a deal with a demon--”

Dean interrupted you while crossing his arms, “Ok well please explain what this “price” is, please.”

“Well, that’s my cue.” and with a snap, Crowley was gone and left you to explain the rest.

You sighed knowing your ass is toast after this, which is why you never called them in the first place, because if they knew they would lose their shit. You began to pack up for leave while you told the story.

“Ok, well after about three months with the vamps, some would come and go, feed then leave. Some would come to taunt, cut, bleed, or do whatever to me and I was just about on the brink of death...before Crowley had somehow found me and told me he could free me, heal me and help me, for something that I had--that he needed,”

You looked behind you to see the boys worried about what you were going to say.

“--he said it was something that was special, innocent, and pure. Something he could use to get himself off the ground in hell and could use to get around and get himself back where he needs to be.”

“And what exactly was it he needed--oh excuse me, what he got from you?” Dean asked.

You sighed, with a shrug of your shoulders.

“My soul.”

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majinie · 7 years

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As I should prompt you with one of the sickfic prompts, here you go. Since I couldnt decide you'll have to. Have fun Elephant in the Room - (character) is sick, but for some reason - rank, personality, etc - no one is talking about it (Drowley - Crowley being sick) Heroes Don’t Take Sick Days - there’s no time to rest when you have to save the world, so (character) has to push themselves even when miserable (Drowley or Drowstiel - Dean being sick)

Better late than never, right?! I went with sick!Crowley and mighthave gone a little off the prompt here, but I hope you still like it!

Crowley had thought that the headaches his moronic subordinatesinduced in him were the worst, and in a way, that was true; but itturned out that combined with the throbbing in his temples he'dstarted the day with, he managed to reach new levels of exasperation.How reassuring it was to know thingscould always get worse.

He stopped his pacing and droppedonto the throne instead, wincing at the stab of pain in his head.This was ridiculous. Demons didn't getsick, and yet here he was, having fought headaches for the past fewdays which got continuously worse instead of just going away.

“Listen up,” he said,interrupting the whining demon in front of him, “I would like youto look at me. Your eyes areworking, yes? Meatsuit in order? Great.” He waved a vague hand athimself. “Do I look like either your daddy, your kindergartenteacher or–” A cough, which he stifled behind his fist,interrupted him and he glared at the assembled demons, daring anyoneto comment. “Or any kind of authority figure who givesa damn? No? Then wouldyou kindly stopwasting my bloody time?”

If he would have been having a very, very good day – which was rare– Crowley might have felt sorry for the wide-eyed young demon infront of him. Right now, he did not. Not a bit.

“You're dismissed,” he rasped, waving a hand and just about tocall up the next one when the tug of a summoning interrupted histrain of thought. “Oh, for pity's sake,” he growled under hisbreath, then told the room at large: “We'll resume this later, I'mtaking a coffee break.”

A moment later, he found himself in the basement of the Men ofLetters bunker, faced with two stone-faced Winchesters. Bloodyfantastic.

“I have a phone, squirrel,”he huffed, deciding to ignore Sam for now. “These small,rectangular things with the funny glowing screens? They work great,you know.” Rolling his eyes was a mistake, since it didn't helpwith his headaches one bit. He caught a flicker in Dean's expressionand the moose's scowl softened a little as his eyebrows raised, andoh no, he was nothaving that. “Well, I'm assuming you two had a good reason to pullme out of my frankly agonising meeting? Couldwe skip the rest of the pleasantries and get to that part?”

Dean wasn't the fussing type, really. Especially not with Crowleyof all people. But there was something about the demon, somethingthat had annoyed him in the beginning but he'd come to see as natural– Crowley, at pretty muchall times, was impeccably put together, well-dressed, snarky, incontrol at all times.

And while he was undoubtedly tryingto do just that right now, he was clearly struggling. Biting humourwas overshadowed by obvious bad mood that was more than Crowley'ssmirking, put-on annoyance when he was usually dealing with them. Ifhe didn't know any better, he would say Crowley looked pale, plushis usually smooth voice sounded strangely hoarse.

For a while, Dean managed to ignore all that. They'd called Crowleyfor help with some lore, which he provided, so everything was fine.

Until Crowley turned around andsneezed.

Demons did not sneeze.

For a few, long seconds, Dean contemplated what to do about this. Ifhe mentioned it outright, Crowley would probably just... stab him.Painfully. Or something. That wasn't gonna get them anywhere. But itwas becoming more and more obvious that the king of hell wasn't doingtoo well right now.

After a while, Dean excused himself with a murmured “nobody stabanyone” to head for the kitchen, grabbing a couple of beers fromthe fridge and then pausing, contemplatively.

Five minutes later, he returned to Sam and Crowley, the former ofwhom had wandered off toward the map table to examine something whileCrowley remained at the table covered in lore books and scrolls. Deanset his and Sam's bottles down, then held the mug he'd been carryingin his free hand out to the demon who'd been muffling a cough behindhis hand and was staring at him out of narrowed eyes.

“What is that?” he demanded as soon as he had enough breath to doso.

Dean rolled his eyes. “What's it look like?” he asked backgruffly. “Just take the freakin' cup, will you?”

Crowley watched him like he expected the mug to explode or somethingwhile he very slowly took it from Dean's hand, curling his fingersaround it. Still holding the hunter's gaze, he brought it to his lipsand raised his eyebrows after he'd taken a sip.

“Tea? Really?”

There was something challenging about the question. Dean knew thatCrowley wouldn't take well to being mothered (not that that was whathe was doing! He was just being a good host. Yeah), so he exaggeratedhis grimace and waved a hand at the demon.

“What? Youdon't drink beer, you complain about our scotch, but youBrits like your fancy leafwater, right?”

There was a huff frombehind the mug. “Stereotypes much, Dean?” Crowley asked drily,but he took another sip from the cup right afterwards before hecleared his throat and turned back toward the books. “Anyway, Imight have found something. Take a look.”

Deanwent with the change in topic, not least because Sam was returning totheir table. Again, theyspent a while discussing lore – they actually got somewhere, too,and Dean felt a little tingle of satisfaction every time he sawCrowley sipping from his tea. It was worth the weird look Sam gavehim, too.

He went as far as getting the demona re-fill for his tea after an hour or so,just as a good host, it was no big deal and he wasn't stupid enoughto ask Crowley whether it was possible for him to catch the flu orsomething. Crowley didn't bring the topic up by himself, either, andSam avoided talking to him anyway, so they were fine, really.

And ifDean noticed Crowley's surprised look at the honest “thanks foryour help” the older Winchester gave him in the evening, he didn'tmention that, either, just patted Crowley on the back before he leftfor hell. He might have made a comment about how tea helped with asore throat, but that didn't have to mean anything. He was just...mentioning it.

The smile that Crowley probablythought he hadn't caught was worth it.

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hekate1308 · 7 years

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Choosing His Side

I can’t leave the Dean-left-because-of-the-Men-of-Letters-idea alone. Destiel, Sam’s POV. Enjoy!

It takes Sam almost a month to realize Dean meant it when he said goodbye.

They have been at odds before, but they’ve always come back.

But this time –

There’s nothing.

No texts, no calls, it’s as if he has dropped off the edge of the earth.

The first week, he doesn’t worry too much.

The second, he tries to reach Cas, but the angel must have forgotten to charge his batteries again.

Hey Cas, he prays instead, Dean is out there and he’s rather upset right now. I thought you should know.

Mom isn’t very concerned either, mostly she’s of the opinion that he’ll come around.

Usually, he’d think the same. But – but...

When has Dean not let him know that he’s well, even when they were angry at one another?

And it’s just so... silent without Dean.

He certainly finds less and less reasons to just relax for a minute and laugh without his brother around.

The Men of Letters come and go, keeping their secrets albeit sharing their knowledge, and the feeling that he’s being held like a dog, ready to pounce when they wave their hands, becomes stronger and stronger.

Cas doesn’t reach out to him for weeks, which is really weird since his last prayer was about Dean. When Sam calls him once more and he finally picks up, he’s distant, more like the angel he was when they first met.

“Sam.”

“Hey, Cas, about Dean – “

“Dean is doing well. You don’t have to worry”.

He’s relieved to hear it, but still, there’s something strange about Cas’ behaviour he can’t put his finger on.

“That’s great. Look, we’re checking – “

“Sam” Cas interrupts him, “I am not interested in what the Men of Letters have to say.”

“What – I – you worked with them before – what changed?”

“I chose a side” Cas says simply and hangs up.

Sam puts his phone away, dumbfounded.

He’s not only lost Dean, but Cas as well, it seems.

He’s not used to feeling lonely, but he gets thoroughly acquainted with the feeling. Mom barely talks of anything but eradicating monsters, and he soon finds that all the books and intellectual conversation in the world is no substitute for a real connection, for years worth of memories.

He misses Dean like a missing limb.

And then, it’s not only his brother and best friend he’s suddenly lost.

He will later think that he should have known when he tries to calls Garth during a difficult hunt for a rugaru.

He hasn’t spoken to their friend in quite some time and is actually looking forward to hearing his voice.

They don’t even speak.

Garth picks up.

“Hey, it’s Sam – “

He hangs up on him without a word.

He tries again and again, but it just rings endlessly.

Could something have happened to Garth? His fingers itch, desperate to call Dean’s number. It’s been almost a year now, almost a year since they spoke, almost a year since Dean turned around and left without looking back.

It’s after this he notices another trend.

Sure, other hunters haven’t been as forthcoming as they hoped they would be, but suddenly they seem to go out of their way not to meet them at all. The Men of Letters report more and more incidents of either being brushed off or stood up to begin with.

He learns why when he bumps into Cesar and Jesse, in a grocery store of all places. Turns out, they settled down in the small town Sam is spending the night.

Neither of them look happy to see him, but after a moment of hesitation, Jesse does greet him.

He’s happy about it. God knows he’s been feeling a bit lonely since...

“Hi”.

“On a hunt?” Cesar inquires casually.

Sam nods.

“All alone?”

The question is full of a meaning the ex-hunters don’t look very comfortable with.

“Yes”.

The silence that settles between them is decidedly uncomfortable until Jesse blurts out, “Are you really working with them?”

Sam, feeling strangely defensive, replies, “They have good gadgets”.

Cesare snorts.

“And how bad is their intel again? That vampire gig didn’t really pan out that well, did it?”

“The Alpha is dead”.

“Because of you, not them.”

Sam doesn’t know what to say.

“Where’s Dean, anyway?”

He could lie, but he doesn’t feel like it.

“He left” he admits.

If he’s looking for sympathy, he clearly came to the wrong place.

“So Dean Winchester doesn’t want to work with them?”

They stare at him as if he’s grown a second head, as if everything Dean considers wrong automatically must be, and to his surprise, he doesn’t even get angry.

Not that he agrees with them. Of course not.

After that, he starts thinking.

And the next time he, Mary and Mick sit down with another hunter, he asks, “So you heard about Dean?”

The hunter nods.

“And you better have one hell of an offer if you want me to join your gig when the guy who killed the yellow-eyed demon and saved the world multiple times wants nothing to do with it. After everything I’ve heard, he would never turn his back on his family, so you’ll understand I am sceptical.”

He remains sceptical to the very end and finally leaves with a shrug and a “it’s just not for me.”

Sam doubts it’s really that simple.

He’d be ready to bet it has everything to do with the legendary Dean Winchester not joining them.

It happens suddenly.

One day, after another vampire hunt (turns out they have been doing their outmost to increase their numbers since the Alpha died) Sam looks in the mirror and realizes he has no idea if those three girls he just decapitated even drank human blood.

And then it’s not him who’s staring back at him anymore.

It’s Dad.

He all but flees the bathroom.

“Mom?” he asks that night, “Can we talk?”

“What is it, Sam?” she answers, and for the first time he thinks she sounds just like her husband.

“Do you ever – I mean are we sure those girls today were dangerous?”

“They were vampires” she says simply.

“Yes, but what if – “

“Sam, they are monsters. You killed the Alpha himself. You know why we are doing this. To get our normal lives back.”

He wonders if she ever considers just how things are supposed to go back to normal.

They never will.

As Dean pointed out, demons and ghosts will still be around. Although demons haven’t been much of a problem lately, apart from the people who make contracts.

Mom goes to fetch their dinner from the kitchen, obviously convinced their talk is over.

They eat in silence, but Sam can barely swallow. All he thinks of is Dean, how different it always was to share his dinner with his brother, how he carefully prepared their meals, how he gave up his food as a kid so Sam could eat.

“Not hungry today? You need to keep up your strength, Sam.”

“I know” he says quietly, because he suddenly realizes at that very second what he needs his strength for.

He’s run away so often.

It’s time to run towards Dean.

And hope he is willing to take him back.

As it turns out, tracking Dean down isn’t easy by any means. Cas has long since given up even dropping hints if they are still hunting together and more importantly where, and Dean could stay hidden for years if he wanted.

Reluctantly, he admits to himself that there’s a chance Crowley knows. Ever since Dean became a demon, they’ve had this weird almost-friends-except-we-are-enemies relationship. The King of Hell is bound to at least wonder where he is.

He’s too impatient to try and call.

He summons him that night in the bunker’s dungeon.

Crowley seems to be more annoyed than anything.

“Really? There is no – “

He stops talking when he sees Sam.

“Moose.”

It’s a weird thought that it feels like Crowley is being short with him, but he can’t shake it off.

“No posh backup? How disappointing.”

“Crowley...” he massages his temple with his right hand. The headache that has been lingering for a few hours us getting worse.

“What do you want? I do have business to attend to.”

“Where’s Dean?” he blurts out.

Crowley blinks.

“First you let him walk out of here, no problem, and now you’re crying over it? Summoning me to get him back?”

Is he –

Yes.

The King of Hell is chastising him for letting Dean walk out the door.

Just wonderful.

“You are in a devil’s trap” he says tiredly, “I’m not letting you out unless you tell me.”

Crowley snorts.

“As if I would just let you know without – “

He fished his phone out of his pocket and sent a text before Sam could intervene.

“The bunker’s warded” he reminds him.

Crowley rolled his eyes.

“Relax, Samantha. Don’t worry. He always answers my texts, you know.”

Before Sam could process what he meant, the reply came.

Crowley nods to himself.

“Well, then. Get me out of here, and I’ll take you to your brother.”

“Why should I believe you?”

“Because you’re too desperate to have any other options.”

He can’t argue with that.

Sam gets his duffle bag, wondering if he should say goodbye to Mom. But at most this would get him another lecture.

He returns to Crowley, breaking the trap. The King of Hell snaps his fingers.

His eyes grow wet when he sees the Impala in the parking lot of the motel he was just transported to.

“Aw, Samantha, no crocodile tears. You’ll need them to grovel.”

The door opens upon the first knock.

“Hey, Crowley” Dean says, “Come in. Craig’s in the fridge.”

And the King of Hell steps into Dean’s room as if it’s no big deal.

Dean’s mustering him, and it’s clear he’s seeing the same thing Sam did.

“I know. That’s why I left.”

“Come on in. Only, this time...”

Cas steps up to his brother, and God, Sam has missed him too.

He puts a hand at the small of Dean’s back.

Oh.

He didn’t expect that. Maybe he should have.

“One condition” Dean announces. “This time, you listen.”

He nods, looking at the floor as he enters the room with one bed.

Naturally. They’re a couple now.

Crowley has made himself comfortable at the table, sipping a glass of Craig.

“I was hoping we could talk in private” Sams hints.

Crowley scoffs as he sips his drink. Dean shakes his head.

“Crowley’s good”.

“There you have it, Moose” the demon announces, “Mr. and Mr. Squirrel here actually like having something supernatural around”.

Sam almost hangs his head in shame until he remembers he’s talking to the King of Hell.

Who doesn’t seem to have much reigning to do, these days, if he can hang around Dean’s and Cas’ room, having drinks.

Cas looks different. He’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt for one thing, and there’s something distinctly... frailer about him.

He looks more vulnerable, somehow.

It’s only when Sam sees the king-sized bed that has clearly been slept in that he comes to the obvious conclusion.

“You’re human” he says stupidly.

“I’ll only return to Heaven with Dean” he answers as if it’s the only reply he can give, and Dean pulls him into a gentle kiss.

That’ll take some getting used to, he admits to himself.

“They do this all the time. Better prepare yourself”.

“Shut up Crowley” Dean mumbles with the fond annoyance he reserves for his friends.

Apparently Crowley is one of those now.

“What are you doing here?” Dean asks.

“Is this another attempt to get us to join?” Cas inquries at the same time.

Us. Dean and Cas are very much an us now. They move around one another with the familiarity of old lovers.

It’s – touching.

“No. Like I said – I left. There was – we killed a nest of vampires a few days ago. Many of them were young. Afterwards I realized I hadn’t even questioned if all of them drank human blood.”

The worst part is how Dean doesn’t even react. He just takes his confession, accepts it, sees Sam as the mindless killer he has become.

Cas reaches out and takes his hand. Crowley groans.

“Could you tone it down? Moose is trying to have a moment here.”

“What I want to say... I don’t want to be that anymore. You were right, Dean. None of the other hunters wanted to join.”

He shrugs.

“Told you.”

There’s no venom behind, he doesn’t sound smug.

Until now, he couldn’t really bring himself to raise his head, childish as it is.

Sam forces himself to take his brother in.

Dean looks good.

No, scratch that.

Dean looks great.

As if he actually does get enough sleep at night, and switches the beer and cheeseburgers for water and vegetables once in a while.

Was that all he needed to get better? To get away from Sam?

“Alright, so you wanna stick around? Try it the old-fashioned way? Because I have to tell you, Sam: Things have changed”.

“I can see that” he says softly, hoping that Dean doesn’t think he’s homophobic, too.

“Not what I meant” his brother replies. “We’ve got a lot more good monsters than Garth running around, now”.

“And Hell is under control if anyone is interested” Crowley pipes in.

“Good monsters?”

“Yeah, you know, the ones who know it’s in their nature, but that doesn’t mean they have to harm humans.”

Crowley waves from behind him. Sam suppresses a groan. He wonders if the King of Hell just randomly drops in whenever he wants, these days.

Later he will find that to be the case.

“And you’re...”

“We make sure no one gets to them” Dean explains. “No point in spilling innocent blood just for the sake of it. We make a few calls, warn them about the genocidal tea maniacs, and in return, they make sure to let us know when they hear about one of their own going off the rails, or handle it themselves. Most hunters we meet are pretty content with that”.

“You’ve been meeting other hunters?”

Dean nods.

“Remember the twins? They sought us out. It sort of... spiralled from there.”

“People were ready to listen as long as we asked politely” Cas points out.

Of course he’s on Dean’s side here –

Sam takes a deep breath and reminds himself that choosing Dean’s side is what this is all about.

“Hear, hear” Crowley affirms.

“Dean?” Sam asks slowly. “Maybe we could talk? You know, just the two of us?”

He loves Cas, but there are some things he has to tell his brother, and his brother alone.

Cas gently touches Dean’s hand. Dean nods.

Crowley sighs.

“I guess we can always try and find a better quality of alcohol.”

“We could also – “

“I was summoned by the more annoying Winchester sibling, Castiel, I am entitled to a good drink.”

And to Sam’s astonishment, Cas actually leaves with him, after Dean catches him by the arm and whispers something in his ear.

With another kiss, they part.

“Take care” Dean calls after them right before the door closes.

“I always do” Crowley answers.

“Are you sure...” Sam trails off.

“Crowley knows I don’t like it when he allows Cas to accidentally drink too much. Guy doesn’t know his limits yet.”

“He fell?” Sam guesses.

“On his own terms. He wanted to be with me as a human.”

“I see” he says carefully, neutrally.

Dean raises an eyebrow, clearly waiting for something to happen.

“Look, Dean, you must know I don’t care.”

“Must I? The last few months before I left, seemed like I didn’t know you at all.”

He deserves that.

“I am happy for you. I really am.”

“Thanks, Sammy” Dean eventually answers. “I’m pretty stocked about this whole thing too.”

It’s the first real smile he has given him, and Sam basks in it.

“So Crowley...” he eventually begins, unsure of how to proceed.

When they last saw him, they were allies at best – at least he thought so – and now he’s apparently... a family friend?

Dean shrugs.

“What can I say? Guy likes to hang out, and it makes hunting a hell of a lot easier.”

“So he’s a – friend?”

“If you mean to ask if we would come to his help if the Brits ever decide to try and take him down?” dean considers it for a moment, then continues, “Absolutely.”

Belatedly he adds, “Hell hasn’t been this stable in – ever.”

Sam can’t find it in himself to be weirded out. Crowley has helped them far more than the Men of Letters ever could.

“Want a beer?” Dean asks abruptly.

Sam understands.

He isn’t forgiven, but it’s a start.

It hurts, being left out.

Especially when monsters call or drop in. But he understands.

He has to earn Dean’s trust – no, he has to earn everyone’s trust.

And yes, that includes Corwley.

Because the demon can’t even stay away for one damn day, it seems.

A bit hypocritical, really, Sam starts to think after a few days. He worked with misguided humans and gets treated like a child, and Dean is best friends with the king of hell and no one bats an eye.

Before this new frustration can grow into resentment, Garth visits.

It’s like a cold shower.

He enthusiastically hugs Dean and Cas, and even shakes Crowley’s hand.

But he only nods in his general direction, saying “Sam.”

Garth hanging up on him was bad. This is much worse.

Because, of course he acts that way.

The Men of Letters would kill Garth out of principle.

Just like they would kill all the others he gets to meet eventually – ghouls and vampires and banshees and goblins, all treating Dean and Cas either as heroes or part of the family.

It’s a stark contrast to the fear or sometimes downright hatred Sam inspires in them.

After a particular rough meeting with a “vegan djinn”, as he happily called himself, Sam escapes to a nearby park and sits down on a bench, burying his head in his hands.

It’s Cas who finds him.

“Did Dean send you?”

“He didn’t have to. He would have come himself, but we felt you might want to talk to a friend instead of a brother. He and Crowley are grocery shopping.”

When did this become normal?

“Sam, you have to understand –“

“I’m trying to, Cas!” he snaps. “But Dean won’t even give me the details! It’s like he’s not even trying to give me a chance – “

Next, Cas says something completely unexpected.

“Dean’s favourite novel by Philip K. Dick is “The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch.”

“What?”

“He thinks it’s almost as good as Vonnegut’s work” Cas continues, “He doesn’t like the 2005 version of Pride and Prejudice – “

“What does this have to do – “

“His favourite flowers are violets –“

“Now you are making – “

“He doesn’t just like to eat pie, he knows how to bake it too.”

“Cas...”

Cas is looking at him, and slowly, it dawns on Sam.

“I never knew.”

“And for a long time he didn’t want to. Now, though...”

Yes, now. It’s true. Dean has been reading – and writing too, now that he thinks about it. Sam just didn’t bother to ask.

He was only too glad to think Dean must be the same he’s always been, even with all this proof to the contrary.

While Sam –

He hasn’t really shown anything else but acceptance of how he is treated.

Cas leaves, but he stays on that bench for hours.

When he returns, Dean doesn’t comment on how long he has been gone. But for once, Crowley isn’t there.

“Crowley’s not around?” he asks.

Dean shrugs.

“Figured you’d like some family time.”

“He practically is” Sam finally admits. Even Crowley has been nothing but nice to him, all in all. Yes, he’s snarky, but he’s also a demon.

“Oh” Dean breathes, blinking.

“And I just remembered something.”

Sam takes a deep breath.

Choosing Dean’s side. It means Dean’s side.

“The firewall of the Men of Letters might not be as impenetrable as they think – “

Only a long while later will he admit to himself that this was the moment they finally became family again.

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A Woman of Letters (Getting a Feel for Sam Winchester) - Chapter 36

Total length: 43 chapters, 70,247 words - Read on AO3 - Series masterlist

Chapter word count: 1548 words

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Canon-level angst and violence

Sam

As Dean was driving them back to the bunker, Sam’s phone vibrated in his pocket. Pulling it out, he found a text from Y/N. As he read the text to Dean, his worry for her welfare calmed a little bit. Sam tried to call her, but the call went directly to voicemail. He huffed in frustration, then told Dean about the text.

Dean hit the steering wheel angrily, then rubbed it with his hand as if to apologize to his Baby for the violence. “Dammit. So, what, is he in love with her or something? Why the hell is he doing this? What’s in it for him?” Dean and Sam both jumped when Crowley’s voice came out of the back seat of the car.

“Well, she stays safe, and I get a Moose and Squirrel heeding my every beck and call. So now all of the resources that are at your disposal are also at my disposal, including the library in that bunker of yours. If my mother wanted it, even though she once had Hell’s library at her fingertips, then there must be something there worth wanting. Really, Squirrel, I would have thought you could have figured all this out by now.”

Dean pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned with Sam to face Crowley in the back seat. “Like hell, Crowley! We’re not giving you anything until you give her back! How do we even know she’s alive? All we have is a text message that you could have sent!” Sam felt his heart thundering in his ears again at the thought that Y/N really could be dead or hurt.

Crowley snapped his fingers, and a piece of paper appeared in his hand. He held it out toward Sam and indicated he should take it. “Here, Moose. Proof of life, and health. I expect the next time I call you, you’ll be more amenable to my requests.” Sam took the piece of paper and Crowley disappeared.

On the piece of paper was a complicated web address and a password. Sam pulled out his laptop while Dean put the car in drive and got back on the road. When he brought up the web site and put in the password, Sam gasped.

The screen was split four ways, and each quadrant was a security camera feed of a suite of rooms. Sitting on the edge of the bed in one of the feeds was Y/N. Sam’s heart ached. She was just sitting there, looking around like she was lost and didn’t know what to do. As Dean was pulling the car into the bunker’s garage and turned to see what Sam was looking at, a message scrolled across the bottom of the screen.

“Behave, and you’ll get sound.” Sam felt his throat close for a moment while Dean slammed his hand on the steering wheel again.

“Son of a BITCH!” Dean got out of the car, slamming the door. Sam slowly closed the laptop, knowing he had to get out the car, and couldn’t carry it open like that, but not wanting to possibly sever the only remaining connection he had to Y/N. He almost held his breath while he walked to the library until he opened up his laptop again, and the security feed was still there. He watched as Y/N started pacing around the room, wringing her hands, and felt tears prick his eyes when he realized she was crying. He watched her until she lay down on the bed, obviously cried out, and fell asleep.

Over the next week, Crowley gave Sam and Dean a few little assignments, each of which they grudgingly completed after Crowley threatened to cut off the security feeds, or remove whatever thing Y/N had found to do most recently to stave off boredom. Sam had watched Y/N refuse food for the first day and a half, until Crowley pointed to the cameras. After a short discussion, Crowley left, and Y/N spent some time just staring at them. Sam watched as she suddenly got up, pulled out paper and a pen from the desk, and started writing. When she was done, she walked over to one of the cameras and put the piece of paper in front of it so he could read it.

“Sam, I love you. I’m okay. This part of Hell isn’t so bad. I miss you, and wish I could see you like you can see me. Don’t worry about me. Stay safe. I love you.”

Sam took a screenshot of the feed while Y/N was holding up the letter and saved it for later. After Y/N threw away the paper in the bathroom, she returned to the camera, and blew a kiss into it. With a teary smile, Sam pretended to catch it and hold it to his heart, even though he knew she couldn’t see him.

When he wasn’t staring at the screen, watching Y/N’s every movement, or running one of Crowley’s little errands, he was trying to formulate an ironclad plan to get her back. It wasn’t the first time Sam had broken into Hell, but instead of unexpectedly rescuing one innocent soul among billions, this time he’d be rescuing what would be considered a high-value asset to the King, and they would be expecting him. Y/N was most likely very heavily guarded, and was probably very close to wherever Crowley spent most of his time. Sam had watched Crowley take many meals with Y/N, even though he didn’t eat. He tried not to be jealous when he saw Y/N relax around him, even laughing at something he’d said a few times. Y/N was kind-hearted, always looked for the bright side of any situation, and could find something to love about anyone. The fact that she loved him proved that.

Sam shook his head to clear it. He needed a plan to get into Hell, find Y/N, fight through the highest security Hell would have to offer, and get out again. All without Crowley finding out. That meant no interrogating demons for the info. Sam sighed.

After a week, and after Sam and Dean had found and handed over a cursed item to Crowley, the security feed suddenly had sound. Sam had been lying in bed, the laptop open on his night stand next to him, trying not to sleep because he was watching Y/N fold laundry. Why she had to fold her own laundry was anyone’s guess, and Sam figured she had begged Crowley to let her do some of her own chores simply to alleviate boredom. As Sam’s eyes were drooping, he heard Y/N’s voice out of the blue.

“If you’d told me ten years ago I’d be begging to do laundry, I’d have called you bad names and had you sent to the loony bin.” Sam’s eyes flew open, and his tired mind tried to figure out if he was dreaming or not. As she kept on talking, letting fly a running monologue on laundry, the clothes Crowley had provided for her, the laundry facilities in the bathroom, and really anything that came to her mind, Sam realized it was really her he was hearing. Sam almost kissed the screen. As he watched and listened, he heard a knock on her door, and heard her yell for whoever it was to come in. A moment later, Crowley showed up in the living room and greeted Y/N.

“Hello, my dear. I’m hoping you’re doing well. I just came to let you know that I’ve wired the feeds for sound, so your beloved Moose can hear you now. No more love letters to the cameras needed.” Sam watched Y/N’s face register the surprise, and then she shrugged. “Besides, you were going to clog the plumbing with all that paper.” Sam chuckled. So much for hiding the evidence of what she’d been doing. Y/N’s eyes kept traveling to the nearest camera while she and Crowley had a pleasant chat about things she needed or wanted. As soon as Crowley was out the door, Y/N rushed over to the nearest camera.

“Sam?” Y/N sighed. “Yeah, I know, you have no way to respond. I don’t know why I keep listening and looking. Anyway, I hope you’re not just spending all day and all night watching me. That’s got to be the most boring TV show ever. And I apologize in advance for the stupid things I say when I’m talking to myself. Godfrey isn’t a talker, Crowley isn’t here much, and the guards just grunt and nod, so intelligent conversation is at a premium around here.” Y/N sighed again and looked around. “I don’t know what to say. I’m here. I’m fine. I love you. And don’t waste too much time watching me, okay? I’m trying to keep busy, I’m reading, I’m watching movies, but I’m more bored than anything, so watching me be bored has got to be doubly boring for you. I love you too much to think of you glued to your laptop 24/7 watching me be bored.” Y/N paused and looked around. “Well, I guess it’s back to laundry for me.” Y/N blew a kiss at the camera and smiled. As she turned away, Sam saw her wipe something from her face and sighed.

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