That's Why I Hate Halloween (Crowley x Male!Reader)
A/N: This was a contest entry on deviantart. Just to help you understand a bit of the story, one Gabriel is alive and Crowley doesn't appear in the story until the end. You are also Gabriel's twin.
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"Come on boys, I've got us a case." (Y/N) says as he walks into the bunker. Castiel is God knows where, so it was just him and the Winchesters.
"How do we know that what you have is even a case?" Dean asks cockily. 'Honestly, just because I'm an angel doesn't mean I don't understand the difference between a case and a normal death' (Y/N) thought.
"Well...hmmm...let me see. Maybe because the vic's heads were ripped off and were described as mauled."
"Well, there you go mauled, not a case just a normal dea-" Dean starts.
"On the 12th floor of a hotel." (Y/N) finishes, smirking.
"Yeah, that sounds like a case to me, let's check it out." Sam says to which Dean eagerly agrees.
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The Winchesters and (Y/N) walk into the room of the murder, the stank of death hitting them immediately. They headed toward the policeman on duty, flashing their fake FBI badges. "Hello Officer, my name is Agent Young, this is my partner Agent Scott and our Rookie Agent Evans." Dean starts pointing to each, (Y/N) looking put out at being called a rookie.
"It's a pleasure to be working with you Agents, I'm Deputy Rudd. I'm really glad you’re here actually, I can't make heads or tails of this one." Rudd replied.
"This is the third one this week?" (Y/N) asked.
"Third one in the past three days unfortunately." We walked over to the body covered on the floor. Lifting the covering we could see that the head had been ripped completely off and the body's gender was almost unrecognisable. "Who was she?"
"Miss Lara Fry, 26 years old." With that the Deputy left to speak to the other officers.
"Seen anything odd?" Dean asks Sam who was observing the body. “It looks like an animal attack since the marks around, what is left of, the neck are made by teeth, probably canine."
"Meaning Werewolf or Hell Hound right?" (Y/N) asked.
"Seems the most likely. You two should check out the families, see if anyone has gotten lucky in the last ten years. I'll go to the library, see what I can find out about what they were up to in the last few days." Sam ordered. It was a good plan and the best one they had so they all agreed and set off to their allocated jobs.
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In the Fry Residence
"We are truly sorry for your loss Mrs. Fry." (Y/N) says soothingly. Mrs. Fry just smiles sadly in response. "Miss, please. I'm not a Mrs anymore, we have finally decided to go through with our divorce."
"Divorce?" Dean asks suddenly interested.
"Yeah, we were going to divorce when our baby girl was sixteen but decided to stay together for her. I'm...not entirely sure why though, we were at each other’s throats most of the time."
"I see, was the decision a spur of the moment or had you had a discussion about it?" (Y/N) asked, finally understanding Dean's interest in the matter.
"It was all so sudden actually, we were arguing one minute, then deciding to have another go for Lara's sake the next."
"Right. Thank you for your time Miss...."
"Constantine."
"Miss. Constantine. If you think of anything else, just give us a call." Dean says whilst handing her a card.
"Of course, Agents." With that they both left the house. (Y/N) decided to be the one to call Sam and tell him of the news they had found. "Anything?" Sam’s voice rings through the speaker.
"You'll never guess whose parents decided to magically stick together ten years ago."
"Lara's?"
"The one and only. So definitely Hell Hound. You find anything?"
"Yeah, a family of two...uh...The Oswald's. The mother's daughter survived stage four cancer and is still fit and healthy to this day."
"How long?"
"Ten years today." (Y/N) looks towards Dean and mouths 'Hunting Tonight'. "I've got a really bad feeling about this guys, something's not right."
"Stop being a wuss (Y/N)"
"Shut it Dean....We're on our way Sam."
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They followed Ms. Oswald all day and when night fell she went out back towards the barn. The boys and (Y/N) followed closely behind. When they were heading towards the barn, they lost sight of the woman they were tailing. "Where'd she go?" (Y/N) whispered. Suddenly, they each froze as they heard growling coming from behind them. Turning they saw nothing was there but the growling was getting closer. "I told you something was wrong."
"Hell Hound." Sam unnecessarily confirmed.
"RUN!" Dean shouted. They headed towards the barn, Sam ahead of the others as he was the fastest. When they reached the barn they closed the door and blocked it behind them.
It all becomes too much for (Y/N), the loud growling. The fear of death. He put his head into his hands and started to cry. Sam and Dean looked at him, no idea how to get out of the situation. The Angels were grounded, he couldn't fly out. They had promised Cas, they would look out for and protect him and now look. They have gotten another person in a deadly situation. They both approached him, Sam sitting next to him and wrapping his arm comfortingly around his shaking shoulders. Dean kneeling in front of him. Both apologising for getting him into this mess, arguing with each other over whose fault it was, then apologising some more.
(Y/N) started shaking more. This time however, for a different reason. Laughing. He was Laughing. He lifted his head to show no tears on his face and that he was full of laughter. The boys looked at him thoroughly confused. (Y/N) then gets up, walking toward the barn door. Before Sam or Dean could protest or stop him, he was already speaking. "Skylar! Down girl!" The Hell Hounds growling ceased immediately. "Good girl, go home now, good Skylar!" The only sound was of the Hell Hound leaving the barn and heading away. Sam and Dean were staring at (Y/N) astonished. "Wha...?" Suddenly the door opens up revealing one smirking Crowley and a certain someone’s twin angel, who couldn't control his laughing anymore. "Happy Halloween Boys!" (Y/N) says towards the very confused brothers.
"Wait...you?...the hound...but what about the case?" Sam asked once he figured out which question he wanted answered first.
"Was never real! Talk about a great Halloween prank, recommend picking treat next time boys" Gabriel replied, looking altogether way to smug for the brother's liking. Crowley walks toward (Y/N) wrapping his arms around his waist. "That was perfect love." He says smirking, his smirk then softening into a smile as he looks into his eyes, "I love you, my king." You had only just managed an 'I love you' back to Crowley before Dean ruined the moment by shouting "You planned this" Pointing very rudely at (Y/N).
"Yep!" was the chipper reply.
"And that, is why I hate Halloween." Dean mumbles sulkily.
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That's Why I Hate Halloween (Crowley x GN!Reader)
A/N: This was a contest entry on deviantart. Just to help you understand a bit of the story, Gabriel is alive and Crowley doesn't appear in the story until the end. You are also Gabriel's twin.
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"Come on boys, I've got us a case." (Y/N) says as they walk into the bunker. Castiel is God knows where, so it was just them and the Winchesters.
"How do we know that what you have is even a case?" Dean asks cockily. 'Honestly, just because I'm an angel doesn't mean I don't understand the difference between a case and a normal death' (Y/N) thought.
"Well...hmmm...let me see. Maybe because the vic's heads were ripped off and were described as mauled."
"Well, there you go mauled, not a case just a normal dea-" Dean starts.
"On the 12th floor of a hotel." (Y/N) finishes, smirking.
"Yeah, that sounds like a case to me, let's check it out." Sam says to which Dean eagerly agrees.
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The Winchesters and (Y/N) walk into the room of the murder, the stank of death hitting them immediately. They headed toward the policeman on duty, flashing their fake FBI badges. "Hello Officer, my name is Agent Young, this is my partner Agent Scott and our Rookie Agent Evans." Dean starts pointing to each, (Y/N) looking put out at being called a rookie.
"It's a pleasure to be working with you Agents, I'm Deputy Rudd. I'm really glad you’re here actually, I can't make heads or tails of this one." Rudd replied.
"This is the third one this week?" (Y/N) asked.
"Third one in the past three days unfortunately." We walked over to the body covered on the floor. Lifting the covering we could see that the head had been ripped completely off and the body's gender was almost unrecognisable. "Who was she?"
"Miss Lara Fry, 26 years old." With that the Deputy left to speak to the other officers.
"Seen anything odd?" Dean asks Sam who was observing the body. “It looks like an animal attack since the marks around, what is left of the neck are made by teeth, probably canine."
"Meaning Werewolf or Hell Hound right?" (Y/N) asked.
"Seems the most likely. You two should check out the families, see if anyone has gotten lucky in the last ten years. I'll go to the library, see what I can find out about what they were up to in the last few days." Sam ordered. It was a good plan and the best one they had so they all agreed and set off to their allocated jobs.
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In the Fry Residence
"We are truly sorry for your loss Mrs. Fry." (Y/N) says soothingly. Mrs. Fry just smiles sadly in response. "Miss, please. I'm not a Mrs anymore, we have finally decided to go through with our divorce."
"Divorce?" Dean asks suddenly interested.
"Yeah, we were going to divorce when our baby girl was sixteen but decided to stay together for her. I'm...not entirely sure why though, we were at each other’s throats most of the time."
"I see, was the decision a spur of the moment or had you had a discussion about it?" (Y/N) asked, finally understanding Dean's interest in the matter.
"It was all so sudden actually, we were arguing one minute, then deciding to have another go for Lara's sake the next."
"Right. Thank you for your time Miss...."
"Constantine."
"Miss. Constantine. If you think of anything else, just give us a call." Dean says whilst handing her a card.
"Of course, Agents." With that they both left the house. (Y/N) decided to be the one to call Sam and tell him of the news they had found. "Anything?" Sam’s voice rings through the speaker.
"You'll never guess whose parents decided to magically stick together ten years ago."
"Lara's?"
"The one and only. So definitely Hell Hound. You find anything?"
"Yeah, a family of two...uh...The Oswald's. The mother's daughter survived stage four cancer and is still fit and healthy to this day."
"How long?"
"Ten years today." (Y/N) looks towards Dean and mouths 'Hunting Tonight'. "I've got a really bad feeling about this guys, something's not right."
"Stop being a wuss (Y/N)"
"Shut it Dean....We're on our way Sam."
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They followed Ms. Oswald all day and when night fell she went out back towards the barn. The boys and (Y/N) followed closely behind. When they were heading towards the barn, they lost sight of the woman they were tailing. "Where'd she go?" (Y/N) whispered. Suddenly, they each froze as they heard growling coming from behind them. Turning they saw nothing was there but the growling was getting closer. "I told you something was wrong."
"Hell Hound." Sam unnecessarily confirmed.
"RUN!" Dean shouted. They headed towards the barn, Sam ahead of the others as he was the fastest. When they reached the barn they closed the door and blocked it behind them.
It all becomes too much for (Y/N), the loud growling. The fear of death. They put their head into their hands and started to cry. Sam and Dean looked at them, no idea how to get out of the situation. The Angels were grounded, they couldn't fly out. They had promised Cas, they would look out for and protect them and now look. They have gotten another person in a deadly situation. They both approached them, Sam sitting next to them and wrapping his arm comfortingly around their shaking shoulders. Dean kneeling in front of their. Both apologising for getting them into this mess, arguing with each other over whose fault it was, then apologising some more.
(Y/N) started shaking more. This time however, for a different reason. Laughing. They were laughing. They lifted their head to show no tears on their face and that they were full of laughter. The boys looked at them thoroughly confused. (Y/N) then gets up, walking toward the barn door. Before Sam or Dean could protest or stop them, they were already speaking. "Skylar! Down girl!" The Hell Hounds growling ceased immediately. "Good girl, go home now, good Skylar!" The only sound was of the Hell Hound leaving the barn and heading away. Sam and Dean were staring at (Y/N) astonished. "Wha...?" Suddenly the door opens up revealing one smirking Crowley and a certain someone’s twin angel, who couldn't control his laughing anymore. "Happy Halloween Boys!" (Y/N) says towards the very confused brothers.
"Wait...you?...the hound...but what about the case?" Sam asked once he figured out which question he wanted answered first.
"Was never real! Talk about a great Halloween prank, recommend picking treat next time boys" Gabriel replied, looking altogether way to smug for the brother's liking. Crowley walks toward (Y/N) wrapping his arms around their waist. "That was perfect love." He says smirking, his smirk then softening into a smile as he looks into their eyes, "I love you, my Light." You had only just managed an 'I love you' back to Crowley before Dean ruined the moment by shouting "You planned this" Pointing very rudely at (Y/N).
"Yep!" was the chipper reply.
"And that, is why I hate Halloween." Dean mumbles sulkily.
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