What Crowley is. Is the demon he became. Better (in his mind) than all the others and they were going to take that away from him

You Chose Them

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

Characters: Y/n (MALE READER), Dean, Sam, Mary, Lisa and Ben (mentioned)

Pairing: No Pairing    Dean x Y/n (father-son relationship)

Warnings: Pure angst, abandonment, hatred, lotta swearing and degrading language, sadness, feeling unwanted, loneliness, just literally all sadness and angst everywhere. 

Word Count: 3270

Summary: Dean runs into Y/n after he disappeared almost five years ago. Mary and Sam decide to find out why he left his dad.

A/N: Ok, so I’ve had this idea for a while and decided time to write it. Became hella long, my apologies. Also, a lot of swearing and kinda talking trash about certain characters. If u like them two, well, nothing I can do. Just don’t hate on me, cos I can’t be asked with all that. Other than that, it’s purely angst, but I hope u liked it.

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The teenager turned around to see the man he once saw as his father stood there, his brother behind him, both shocked that they’d finally found y/n.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Y/n rolled his eyes, not wanting to listen to Dean’s bullshit.

He began walking past them, figuring Dean and Sam would probably be able to take care of the bodies themselves.

“I don’t think so”.

Dean grabbed y/n’s arm before he could pass them, pulling him back.

“W-where have you been?” he asked, his voice filled with sadness and a little anger.

“None of your business, Dean”, he spat, brushing past them both and the woman who stood there, watching the scene in front of her, not understanding what was happening.

Once y/n had left the building, Mary stepped forward, looking at her eldest son, pain being the only thing she could see.

“Dean. Who was that?”

Dean couldn’t say a single word, the hatred in y/n’s voice when he said his name, called him Dean, for the first time since they’d met, was all he could hear.

“Dean”, Sam shook his brother, trying to get him to snap out of it, but Dean just couldn’t get it out of his mind.

What had he done to mess it up so bad, to make the one person he thought he’d always have by his side, hate him so much?

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A Kiss for the Night

Summary: You and Crowley have this weird connection that non one know about. All you can think of is wonder why everything happened like that.

Prompt  for the Heavens vs Hell Challenge : New’s Years eve Kiss

Request by @winchester-smut : Can i request a Crowleyx Reader where Reader doesnt trust Crowley when they meet until he save her then maybe a kiss or more.

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Word Count : 2904

Warning: smut (oral male receiving, rough sex), alcohol, blood, character injured, character exploded, angst

A/N: Here is my entry for @cici0507​ challenge heavens vs hell. I am sorry for the delay. it’s also a request for @winchester-smut. she doesnt feel well at the moment i hope this fic will make you smile. Thanks to @supermoonpanda​ and to @ariannnawinchester​ for betaing this.

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Originally posted by lucifersagents

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Happy New Year!”

Everyone started to scream before hugging each other. You shook your head, not in a mood for celebration, too worried about Crowley and the Winchester boys, mostly Crowley without really knowing why you were. You turned the tv off, then laid down the bed and looked up at the ceiling, wondering what kind of mess they were in. Strangely Crowley had insisted that you weren’t part of this mission and to your surprised Sam and Dean had agreed.

“Well, well, aren’t you having fun” A Scottish accent pulled you out of your thoughts.

You wanted to stand up, to hug him and even more but you didn’t move, briefly looking at him before looking up at the ceiling

“What took you so long?” You asked him

Crowley rolled his eyes “Happy to see you too, love” He said laying down next to you as you gave him some space before cuddling against him

You know, it took him off guard because it took him a second to relax, you looked up at him and chewed your lips for a second and before you even register what was going on your lips were pressed against his, one of his hands tugged on your hair while the other was resting against your back pulling you closer to him

“(Y/N) we’re home!” You heard one of the boys call out for you

“That’s my call,” Crowley said, pulling away “Happy new year,” He said disappearing

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The Decision (Dean x Reader) (6x21)

A/N: Funn Fact: I didn’t actually plan on writing a part 2 to this. However with some of the amazing feed back I’ve received, I give you part two to the choice! Will there be a third part, I don’t know :)  As always feedback is appreciated! Enjoy!

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Imagine you dating Dean when Crowley kidnaps Lisa and Ben. However, the whole thing makes you question your relationship. It also makes you wonder if Dean ever really stopped caring for them.

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

“Are you sure about this?” Your uncle asked, as you packed your stuff. 

“I’m sure.” You zipped up your bag.

“Any other time I would be glad you left the guy, but at least talk to Dean before you leave.” He begged.

“No Bobby, I can’t.He’s already made his decision and I want to keep some of my pride.” You smile softly.

“Well, I can’t make you stay, but you need me you call me. He’s an idjit.” He grunts in annoyance. “Come here, squirt.” He pulls you in for another hug, you gratefully accepted. After a little, you reluctantly pulled away, and headed toward the door.

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Close Every Door, part five

Characters – Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas, Crowley

Summary – TFW tries to find answers after the reader is kidnapped; what they uncover will surprise them.

Word Count – 5,607

Warnings – Angst, Kidnapping, Torture (sometimes graphic), brief mention of rape - not graphic

A/N – This is the final part to the story.  There will be an epilogue soon!  And I can’t post this story without publically thanking my dear friend, @nothin-after-79.  I was super stuck, and I don’t know what I would have done without Jamie’s help and fabulous ideas! Thanks babe!!!

Thank you all so much for your support and feedback on this series!  It makes me so happy to get your comments! As always, feedback is appreciated and encouraged!  Please let me know what you thought!

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Originally posted by ijensenackles

Your name: submit What is this?

There was still some part in the back of your mind that was warning you that V could still be behind this.  That somehow, he could have gotten better shifters that were more able to portray the warmth of the boys than Lawrence was.  That he’d somehow been able to get their scents right.  There was a hesitation there that you hated, but you couldn’t make it go away.

Time passed in silence. Sam and Dean were content to simply sit at your bedside and hold your hand, their eyes almost constantly ranking over your form as if to reassure themselves that you were in fact there with them.  Cas alternated between sitting in another chair at the foot of the bed and pacing, occasionally leaving the room only to return a few minutes later and shake his head at the boys.  Though he had been very helpful in getting you your favorite pair of pajamas to wear. As soon as he heard your thoughts about wanting them, they were suddenly on you.

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I was chasing a honeybee

Anon Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could maybe write a one shot where the reader and Cas are like together and she stays with Meg in the mental hospital after he took Sam’s crazy and it’s just a moment between them. I’ve never seen anyone write Crazy! Cas relationships and I love your writing so I thought I’d ask. :)
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Words: 2675 (oops)
Warning: Mention of hallucinations, mental hospital (Tell me if I should add smth)

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! I absolutely loved the idea! It was so hard to write though, but I hope you like it.
Also, to the person about The Flash request, I will definetly write this for you! I have so many ideas and now I don’t care anymore about my blog type, so :) Thanks for the lovely request! 

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Imagine: Being the trouble child in Hell.

(This was interesting to write, so I may do more.)

When you first arrived to Hell you were given a number by a shell of a person at the ticket counter, then immediately was queued. You were overcome with trepidation, unable to stop yourself from shaking in terror. You stood completely straight only looking ahead, paranoid that if you strayed from perfect obedience some foul creature would swoop down with un-divine punishment. Slowly, your body slumped, your feet slowed, and you stared blankly at the number in your hand. You shuffled along with the herd like a mindless zombie. Your eyes widened as you looked at the paper, then drooped again as you realized you were remembering a time further back in the line. This had become a usual phenomenon, which was lessening as you felt your life force ebb. You couldn’t even remember where you were before this line. Maybe you were born in this line, but then who was your mother? The person behind you bumped into you. They stumbled a moment, but paused completely unaware you were the reason the line was no longer moving. You looked behind you with a long forgotten instinct of curiosity.

The man was tall with slacken features and eyes devoid of any personality. For a moment, panic twisted your stomach painfully. Your hand reached your face and you wondered if you were the man. Without thought you looked behind him to where a shorter latina woman wore the same expression. Their features were completely different: brown eyes versus green, long sloping cheeks in contrast to a round full face, but the expression they wore erased the individuality in a way that made them look like they wore the same blurry mask. You jumped, surprise registering a breath later. You bumped the person who stood in front of you in line. They wavered, but didn’t turn around. Bit by bit, you gazed around you relearning the people who waited for nothing with you. That’s when you noticed the sign above you. It was an innocuous sign that portrayed how many people were currently waiting. You glanced at your number. It was over a billion below the current count. A thought struck you as the number grew in steady intervals. You attempted the math, but the number you came to seemed impossible. How could you have been standing for that long? It didn’t make sense.

You tried to remember the last time you stood in line for so long. It was a while back when… no, that was still this line. Before that when… no, that was the same line. You sighed turning a corner for the infinite time. Your hand slapped against the wall. You pulled it in front of you. Disconnected thoughts hovered in your brain just out of reach to make sense of any of them. You slapped the wall again. Again, the toxic tendril of familiarity reached into the dark crevices of your mind. The line moved and the wall left. You stared at your hand for a long time, then raised the other. You looked between them. You knew there was a puzzle to solve, but your brain didn’t have the power to even see the puzzle, much less solve it. If only you could make the sound again. You slapped the air, nothing. You looked around almost slapping the back of the person ahead. Instead, you slapped your chest. It made a muffled noise. Bewildered, you looked at yourself. A black tee-shirt with a picture met your gaze. It was the clothes you died in. You pulled it away from your body to get a better look. A memory floated to the surface cloaked in haze. It was from your favorite television show.

Much later, when your mind had slowly regained some of its spark, you waited in line humming the show’s theme song. Your hands, at some point, had started moving on their own, slapping your thighs in beat. Eventually, you started talking to those around you between your musical interludes. No one turned nor blinked more than usual. It wasn’t until, several more turns of the line, when you had begun to sing at the top of your lungs, that you heard another person. You paused and listened. The voice was weak, but there, further up in line.

“Hello?” You yelled hopefully.

A long silence passed, but just as you began to think you imagined it the voice called back.

“Hello?” And then, “Are you awake?”

For a moment you were confused. Were you awake? You decided not to get hung up on it.

“Yeah! Where are you?”

“Wait there. I’ll come to you!”

You waited patiently for the first few seconds, before excitement bloomed in you chest, just as it began to dwindle into anxiety you saw the line shift. One person was navigating through the line bumping and bouncing around people. Your hand shot above your head and waved frantically.

“Here! I’m here!”

Blue eyes met yours from across the rows of line. His lips stretched out arching upward and you wondered what he was doing to his face until you realized yours was matching. He hopped over the metal bars that kept the line in order until you both came face to face. You leaned in studying each other inch by inch until your foreheads tapped. You touched your cheek, it was wet.

“How long have you been awake?”

“About 1 million people ago.” You replied pointing overhead.

He looked up. “I’ve only been awake about half that now. I think… There was a song that pulled me from sleep.”

“I was singing.” You stated blankly, wondering if there was another person singing as well.

“Something about it was so familiar.”

You showed him your shirt. “I think it was from this TV show. I loved it when I was… I think it was from wherever I was before this.” You looked at him hopefully. “Do you remember where that was?”

He shook his head slowly and you noticed a lack of hair. The iridescent light gleamed against his scalp. He crossed his arms and furrowed blond brows.

“N-no… I don’t.”

“Do you remember anything?”

His eyes became watery and an alarm triggered inside of you. A surge of protectiveness welled at the sight.

“No… I don’t.”

“Oh, well. I didn’t remember anything at first either, so you’re way ahead of me if we go by progress made since we’ve been awake.” You offered.

He hesitated. “I do remember one thing.”


A red hue spread over his pale nose. He awkwardly puckered his lips. They vibrated as he blew out air making a wet noise. The red deepened to a near purple. He took a deep breath and tried again before you could congratulate him. A high cool sound pierced the air. He carried the tune of the song you had been singing.

“Oh wow! What’s that?”

“I think it’s whistling.”

You both sat on the rail as he taught you to whistle, you taught him the words of the song and you both helped relearn an old clapping game together. About a million shuffling zombies later, one of the herd blinked at you. The tall black girl stopped the line stepping closer to you and the boy. She leaned against the rail just listening until a smile blossomed. The stole your attention, it was a startling beautiful smile. Eventually a couple more people joined your group. A French woman who didn’t speak english, a Japanese girl younger than all of you, and an older man who refused to speak at all. Your brain was getting quicker at this point and you had an inkling that the last man was choosing not to speak despite looking the most clear headed of the group. In no time, you were laughing at jokes remembered and sharing pieces of memories, musing on the possibilities of who you use to be.

It was like this that Crowley found your little group. The sounds of laughter hadn’t immediately triggered any alarms, after all Hell broke people in different ways. It was after the third notice from a trembling sycophant did Crowley think to visit in person. As he travelled down the line, using a side path of course not to be caught up in the common drabble, he was pleased to see the aimless spirits trudging along in perfect obedience. He was about to write off the whole thing to lower level demon incompetence, when singing grabbed his attention.

“Is that… singing?” He inquired rhetorically.

His yes-man companion nodded vigorously, then thought a moment. He shook his head, then went back into nodding clearly unable to think for himself. Crowley rolled his eyes. Your group came into view. He recognized only one of your group. Only one of you had been notorious enough in your misdeeds to earn public attention, enough so, to have struck a deal with a crossroads demon to keep the status he had obtained. You, however, he didn’t recognize. Your soul probably ended up here on a technicality or some other bureaucratic nonsense. Crowley wasn’t often caught off-guard, so he wasn’t pleased to be found that way nor was he particularly partial to seeing his perfect design of hell have a flaw.

“Gather that group and take them to sector B. I want to know what caused this.” He ordered with a flick of his hand. “Check with that one first.”

His eyes fixed on you. There was something nagging at the way you grinned so easily like nothing could truly control you and that sent a seed of doubt resting uncomfortably in his mind. Call him Miss. Dominatrix, but he didn’t like not having control.

Heathens - Demon!Dean x Soulless!Reader

A/N: Even with my computer corrupting the file, I managed to get it up before midnight! Super excited about that. As of now, this is an imagine that will stand on its own. However, I do have some ideas that could further it if I decide to go down that route. Hope you all enjoy! :)

PS: Yes, the name relates to Suicide Squad. I really did love it. ;)

Originally posted by dashimonsupernatural

Warnings: Murder, Implied Smut, Season 10 spoilers, little editing

Word Count: Roughly 2500

“Y/N?” Dean Winchester. A deep, gravelly voice you hadn’t heard since Bobby died. A voice that should have meant something to you. A voice that instead made you turn slowly, a brow raised.

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All Hail The King

((A/N: This request comes from @tssweets who requested a Crowley fic! It’s my first Crowley fic… so be gentle? I’m surprised it took so long, but there you go. It’s a bit lengthy, but there you go. I hope I did it justice, dear.

PromptIf you’re still taking requests could you pretty please do a Crowley x Reader fic where the reader is Bobby’s daughter and has been harbouring feelings for Crowley since they met by chance. And maybe they’ve even hooked up once or twice, despite her father forbidding it. And after she loses her father he even comforts her, telling her he loves her for the first time. Kind of sad and sweet with a fluffy/happy ending. Sorry if that’s too much detail. Lol.

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Word Count: 2800

Warnings: Death, alcohol, implied sexy times 

Tagging: @little-red-83 @andwhenitwasclear @jodyri @growningupgeek @growleytria @torn-and-frayed @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki @iwantthedean @holywaterbucketchallenge @ohheyitsmik @flintera @the-queen-of-hades ))

Being raised by a hunter had always come with a few side notes. You knew being raised by Bobby Singer came with more small print than most. He had next expected a child in his life, but when his wife passed and you were there, he made sure to take care of you. Sure, you had taken care of him plenty of times, but he was your father. You knew Sam and Dean Winchester as brothers and never thought twice about it. You had become a hunter and it only made sense.

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An Angel’s Grace [Part Fifteen]

Gabriel x Reader

Author: justcallmeyourgoddess

Warnings: Swearing, Angst (i guess), Slight Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1603

Description: Reader is already officially mates with Gabriel with all the ceremonies, etc. and can see his wings. He wants to introduce her to his archangel brothers (saying as Lucifer and Michael and Raphael all live together peacefully in heaven). They discover something about the Reader in the process.

Note: none really

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

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False Pretense X

Prompt: “Operation Switch” is a go.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: You’re all going to hate me, but I’m okay with that.

Words: 6358

A/N: You might need a squeezy ball for this. You know, the ones you squeeze when you get angry.

Tenth part to False Pretense

[Part I] [Part II] [Part III] [Part IV] [Part V] [Part VI] [Part VII] [Part VIII] [Part IX]

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“Will you stop messing with my car?” you snapped, pulling against Crowley’s shoulder to refrain him from digging through the glove box while trying to keep your eyes on the road. “Holy crap. You’re like a child. Stop it.”

“It beats talking to you, doesn’t it?” He looked over at you. “At least you’re not one of those slow drivers. Why are we using this car? It’s too big. Why did Bobby have to partner me up with you?”

You sighed. “Stop complaining.”

“The world is lucky to have me express my opinions,” he declared.

“Whatever you say, your majesty.”

“Stop it!” he yelled. “I know you’re the one who started that whole crap and it’s not funny. Will you-” He groaned in frustration. “I’m not the king of Hell.”

“You sure do act like it,” you muttered.


“Okay, listen,” you said loud enough to cut him off. “We’re stuck working together on this ghoul case, alright? There’s nothing neither of us can do, so deal with it. And there’s no point in shutting each other out while working on this thing because Bobby’s going to find out somehow and we’ll suffer the consequences. So, unbunch your panties and grow a pair, Crowley, because you’re stuck with me.”

The rest of the ride to Tennessee was quiet.

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Title: Smooth

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1279

Request: Can you write a funny Dean x Reader one shot? Like I don’t care about what happens, I just want something funny

Summary: Dean makes fun of the reader while she is shaving her legs. So she makes him shave his legs as well.

A/N: this was so so fun to write and I really hope you guys like it!

Your name: submit What is this?


You let out a deep sigh when you looked at your legs. Shaving in the shower always had been one of the things in life you strongly disliked. You would always manage to bump your head against the wall, to trip and almost break your legs or to cut yourself that bad that it looked like you’d killed someone in the shower. 

Shaving wasn’t really one of your favorite things to do. 

“More like yoga with razor blades”, you murmured to yourself as you started to bend over and pressing the razor carefully against your left leg. If you were not doing it today, you probably wouldn’t do it in the next few days either and you just liked the feeling of freshly shaved legs. 

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topaz-ii-deactivated20161101  asked:

Um you made a post about Crowley being stabbed in the heart and I agree but I don't know how so I was wondering if you could explain it to me? If you're not busy, I mean...

Short answer: Crowley is terribly, wholly infatuated with Dean in a way that’s unbefitting any demon, much less the King of Hell, but Dean does not reciprocate the feeling.

Long answer: Here follows a lot of rambling about Crowley’s developing relationship with the Winchesters and me trying to unravel some of the nonsensical turns it’s taken.

His fixation on the Winchesters has been haltingly growing since season 5. In the beginning they were a means to the end of defeating Lilith and Lucifer so that he could a) not be smished by his vengeful archangel boss and b) become first in line for the throne. They were a natural choice for the job since they were the ones who created the power vacuum that allowed Lilith to rise to power when they killed Azazel.

Working with them personally to capture the demon inhabiting Tyson Brady was a means to an end too, and he clearly enjoyed fucking around with the boys along the way. Most of 5.20 was Crowley jerking the Winchesters along on a leash, dancing one step ahead of them, and occasionally reaching back to backhand them just to see the looks on their faces. Things got muddled up from there, though. They’ve gone back and forth between being outright enemies and reluctant allies of convenience for a few years now; the Winchesters have worked with Crowley against other demons and with other demons against Crowley. There’ve been a lot of game-changers along the way, but I think the biggest one so far was 8.23 when they nearly succeeded in making Crowley human. He might have kicked the human-blood-and-feels habit but Crowley hasn’t been the same since his “I just want to be loved” meltdown.

Now season 9 was a bit of a clusterfuck. Wasting Abaddon’s potential by not introducing her soul-milling operations early in the season left a lot of us wondering why in the fuck the Winchesters were still rolling around with Crowley and why Crowley was still cooperating with them — but both those things happened, so here we are. Crowley’s had ample opportunity to kill the Winchesters. It’s not like he has a hard time finding them or that humans are hard to kill. Of course he’d have a grieving seraph and his buddies storming Hell all over again for it but Heaven has been pretty well decimated so that’s not as big a threat as it used to be. By the same token the Winchesters have had ample opportunity to kill Crowley, and through most of the time they’ve known the guy that’s literally been one of their top goals. Yet they keep sparing him. Why? Dean had the First Blade in hand, power coursing through him between it and the Mark of Cain, and Crowley was stuck to a chair or something — but in spite of their explicit intent to kill Crowley too, Dean did no such thing. Why?

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Friends on the Other Side: Part 10

Author: imaginemethisplease

Warnings: Violence, descriptions of torture, bits of swearing

Word Count: 1785

Summary: Dean encounters someone that he met in Hell. A girl that he became friends with even through the torture. 

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It became frustratingly obvious that I had no control over when my flashes would occur. I could only figure it was happening when Dean fell asleep. I wouldn’t be allowed to sleep while being tortured so I assumed I was entering some sort of catatonic state. Must have been pretty disappointing to my captors when I’d become completely unresponsive. 

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"Friends on the Other Side" Part 10
Author: imaginemethisplease

Warnings: Violence, descriptions of torture, bits of swearing

Word Count: 1,785

Summary: Dean encounters someone that he met in Hell. A girl that he became friends with even through the torture. 

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It became frustratingly obvious that I had no control over when my flashes would occur. I could only figure it was happening when Dean fell asleep. I wouldn’t be allowed to sleep while being tortured so I assumed I was entering some sort of catatonic state. Must have been pretty disappointing to my captors when I’d become completely unresponsive. 

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Friends on the Other Side: Part 11

 Author: imaginemethisplease

Warnings: Violence, descriptions of torture, bits of swearing

Word Count: 2784 

Summary: Dean encounters someone that he met in Hell. A girl that he became friends with even through the torture. 

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-Seven months ago-

“Let me do one last thing for you.”

When Dean had gone to bed a few nights after being turned human he silently prayed to an unknown deity, an act usually against his character, that he could find a way to help her. His eyes fluttered closed as he wished for some sort of  solace from his thoughts. Almost instantly he felt himself being pulled away and awoke in an old room. Hunter’s notes scattered the room and the décor almost reminded him of Bobby’s old place. The flowered chair underneath him squeaked, causing Dean to jump slightly. He scanned the room, as any true hunter would, and looked for threats but only found a sleeping body on the couch next to him.

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Focal Point

Pairing: Dean x supernatural!Reader  (is this a thing?)

Word count:1450

Lyrics used: “I found” by Amber Run. Not mine only borrowing.

Link to the song if you haven’t heard it. :)  It’s haunting and beautiful. 

Originally posted by mooseleys

I’ll use you as a focal point, so I don’t lose sight of what I want.

You picked up the phone knowing what you had to do. You heard the voicemail right away and breathed a sigh of relief. “This is Dean’s other, other cell so you must know what to do.”

You listened to his message with a lump in your throat that you tried your best to clear. You steeled your voice but you weren’t sure if it would ever be enough. “I couldn’t stay and I can’t come back. Stop looking for me.. Please. Please just let me go.” 

You sounded so god damn tired. There was no way to completely rid your voice of it but at least maybe it hid your anguish just enough. He had gotten too close this time and you couldn’t see him at this point or you’d lose it all. 

I’ve moved further than I thought I could but I miss you more than I thought I would.

It’d been a month and he was still looking for you like a mad man. You couldn’t allow him to keep searching, believing that you hadn’t left of your own free will. Mostly anyway.


Crowley stood there like he belonged in your dark motel room where he had just appeared uninvited. He immediately started rambling on about how he was going outside of the lines but he owed you one. 

Finally, he seemed to wind down his tangent but his words just left you more confused. “You need to make a choice. Him or you.”

You sat on the edge of the bed and dragged a heavy hand down your face. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You’re going to die if you stay on this path, if you stay with him.” Your head shot up and you stared but you couldn’t get a read on him which wasn’t completely new.

“Oh, so you’re saying I’m dead if I choose him over myself? You know how many times that bullshit line has been fed..”

He interrupted, his face still a blank but rough canvas. “No.”


“If you choose him then you’ll leave. Right now.” He glanced at the door as if to emphasize his point.

“And how does that make any kind of sense?” You stood as you squared your shoulders and narrowed your eyes.

“Because he loves you and when he loses you, especially the way he loses you, it will destroy him.”

There was a softness to his eyes that caused a knot in the pit of your stomach. Crowley had grown very fond of Dean that much was easy to see when you were around the two of them in the last year. “What game are you playing, Crowley? How could you possibly..”

He pointed to his head then to yours. “You have it in there. If you really wanted to, you could figure it out. So what’s your choice? Him or you?”

“How do I even know you’re actually doing this for me?”

“As I said, technically I owe you one but I’m also doing this for me. You were the only one who could.. tame the beast. You may have saved me once and I don’t like things like that hanging over me for very long so make up your bloody mind and choose! Hopefully, you make the right choice for both of us.. both of you.” 

He turned then glanced over his shoulder with a small smile. “We did have a few good times, y/n. Remember that. And you know, bigger threats and all that.”


You drove aimlessly, numb and cold. Your fingers felt like ice even though the heat was on blast. You’d lost count of the hours you’d been driving non-stop except for gas, food to go, and caffeine. Your mind buzzing as countless moments with him played over and over again. All those nights spent messing around in the bunker, killing time when you were bored. All the cases working together like a well-oiled machine. 

The past eight months with them had been enlightening even though the water was pretty rough at first. You had found your groove though and things became easy. It had been the best thing you had since losing your family at seventeen in a freak fire. Funny thing about your abilities, whenever it concerned you things were either overly fuzzy or came just too late.

If you talk enough sense then you’ll lose your mind.

Now here you were, driving away from the only family you had left and ignoring every call they made to reach out to you. You had shut off your phone hours ago. You were no longer able to take the constant sound of his ringtone and then the buzzing when you turned it to silent. You pulled the battery out at the last stop after remembering how Sam could track anyone with a cell phone. If they had enlisted Charlie to help then the fact that you still had your cell phone with you at all might be a bad idea.

Your phone wasn’t the only thing that couldn’t be silenced unless the battery was taken out. If only it were possible to do something so easy with your mind or your heart.

I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be, right in front of me.

How had it taken so long to realize? Why did it take a demon to make you see what was right in front of you? It just wasn’t wise. It wasn’t a smart move to fall for a hunter let alone one you hunted with. Extra abilities just made you that much more of a target, you knew that. Obviously, Dean had a reputation and he was good, really good. With his brother at his side he was almost unstoppable until the enemy found a way to put a wedge between them. So why the hell did you think that anyone would allow you to strengthen an already lethal weapon?

You pulled off the highway and parked at the first hotel you came upon. You got a room and after convincing yourself that you went through everything you could to hide yourself from them -new alias, new cell phone, new license plate and leaving the old ones where someone could pick them up and use them as a distraction- then you finally allowed yourself to crash.

The dreams and nightmares filled with love, blood, torture, and anguish made you thrash about in the small bed until you finally ripped yourself away from them. You ran to the bathroom and emptied your stomach into the dirty toilet. You rinsed your mouth out with the small travel size bottle of Listerine in your bag then you splashed cold water on your face. 

Your gaze fell upon the mirror above the sink, you saw a stranger with water slowly dripping off her face. You quickly flipped the light switch down and went back to bed.

Talk some sense to me.

You threw yourself stomach first onto the bed. You grabbed the pillow and shoved your face in it to muffle your screams and then the sobs. You cried because Crowley was right. You cried for Dean, for Sam, and finally you cried for yourself. The one thing you never thought you’d get again and you had it thrust in your face just when you had to leave it behind.

You didn’t want to think about what Dean thought or felt when he heard your message but all you could see in your mind’s eye was the confusion on his face that morphed to anger just before he threw phone at the wall. The pieces fell to the floor in slow motion, some of the metal and glass sparkling in the light as Dean stood there staring, a single tear crawling down his cheek.

You screamed into your pillow. It was unfair, so unfair. But had your life ever been any different? 

Alive was better than dead. You kept repeating it over and over like an incantation that would assure it stayed a true statement. As long as Dean was alive, you could do this. You knew it wouldn’t be easy when Crowley first gave you the ultimatum that you weren’t even positive was real at the time. Now with the dreams that threatened the possible futures that lay ahead, every move was critical. 

It would be nice if those moves didn’t involve you because just like every other premonition that included you, it was hazy and constantly changing.  

I’ve moved further than I thought I could but I miss you more than I thought I would.

Demons Can Be Good Too

Title: Demons Can Be Good Too 

Request: Demon!Reader x Sam - Sam doesn’t know that the reader is a demon and the reader hates being a demon because she remembers being human. When Sam cures Dean, she walks into the same devil’s trap and begs him to change her back ~Thanks x 

A/N: How do you gorgeous people even come up with such amazing ideas? This was so exciting and fun to write and I REALLY hope you like it. 

 Warnings: Talk of suicide, slight swearing, a little fluff for your happy needs

Pairing(s): Sam x Demon!Reader, Dean x Castiel subtext 

Word Count: 1919 

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