crowley approves of this

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Request for: @girlwithtwominds

Pairing: Sister!Reader x Crowley, Reader x Dean

Word Count: 502

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You knocked on Rowena’s door before popping your head in. “Mom?”

“Come in!” She yelled and walked out of her closet, pulling you in for a hug. “How’s my favorite daughter doing?”

“Mom, I’m your only daughter.” You rolled your eyes and sat on the bed.

“Still my favorite.” She shrugged and sat down next to me. “You’re much better than Fergus anyways, always trying to kill his mother.”

You bit the inside of your lip, trying to fight off a smile. “I had a date last night.”

Rowena cheered in excitement, lightly hitting your shoulder. “With who?”

“You won’t like it.” You admitted, shyly.

“My little girl is finally dating boys I don’t approve of.” Your mom placed her hand on her heart. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. So who’s the lucky guy?”

“Dean.” You muttered quietly.

“Dean Winchester?” Rowena all but yelled at the top of her lungs.

“What?” You jumped back at the sound of your brother’s voice.

“Fergus,” Rowena said, annoyed. “What did I tell you about eavesdropping?”

“She’s dating a Winchester!” Crowley blurted out. “A bloody Winchester! And it isn’t even the smart one!”

“Now, Crow-” You began, but your mother cut you off.

“Fergus, dear.” She told you. “It’s Fergus.”

“Fergus,” You began again, this time to be cut off by Crowley.

“Mother,” Crowley sighed, holding the bridge of his nose. “Don’t bring Y/N into your petty name calling.”

“Petty name calling?” Rowena asked offended, standing up. “I named you Fergus, not Crowley. Fergus is your name.”

You stood up and slowly walked towards the door.

“Y/N!” Crowley yelled, making you stop in your tracks. “Sneaking off to another date with Dean!”

“I wanted food.” You told him.

“Let me guess, pie.” He grumbled. “No worries though, I’m not mad.”

“You’re not?” You asked, shocked at your brothers change of heart.

“No, no. Not at all. In fact, I want to help the two of you.” He slung his arm across your shoulders and snapped his fingers, making Dean appear before the three of you.

Rowena looked at the eldest Winchester and smiled in approval at you. “Good choice.”

“Y/N.” Dean stepped ever so slightly closer to you. Crowley let his arm fall back to his side as he stepped in between the two of you.

“Hello, squirrel.” Crowley gave him a disapproving smile. “I hear you’re dating my sister.”

“Yeah,” Dean looked at you and winked. “She’s a great gal.”

“If you go near my sister again I will torture you in a way that no one has ever been tortured before.” Crowley threatened. “I’ll feed you to my hellhounds and throw you in a cage with Lucifer.”

“Just ignore him, Dean.” Rowena cut in. “I approve.”

“Mother!” Crowley yelled in dismay. “Don’t encourage him. Y/N’s too good for him.”

As Crowley and Rowena argued, you slipped past your brother and grabbed Dean’s hand, pulling him out of the room and running out of the house laughing.

Quick reminder that the only thing Sam found confusing about this ship was the name. (S10 E05 “Fan Fiction”)

Dreams Become Reality

Anonymous asked: Oh lovely Meg! Can i please request a SPN fic? TFW and Crowley get sent to an alternate universe where monsters don’t really exist(so Crowley and Cas are human). In this universe, Crowley is married to the reader, Sam &Dean’s sister, and they have kids. The whole apple pie life and Crowley realizes that’s exactly what he wants. When they return to reality, Crowley finds the reader and just plants one on her.

Here is your one-shot, lovely! I do not own Team Free Will or Crowley. They being to the creators of Supernatural. 

Warnings: Mentions of breastfeeding, if you consider that a trigger, mentions of blood. Fluff and it’s a bit long. 

Pairings: Crowley x fem!Winchester reader, Team Free Will. 

Originally posted by supernaturaldaily

“Uh guys? Where are we?” Sam asked, effectively cutting off the argument between Dean and Crowley. Castiel was already following Sam’s gaze up to the rather expansive house in front of them. “It appears as though we have been transported somewhere else,” Castiel said. He was right. A few moments before, the four of them had been in a warehouse trying to work out a deal. Now, they were standing outside the very lavish estate.

               "What does it bloody matter where we are? Between Wings and I, we should have enough power to get back.“ Castiel nodded in agreement. Crowley raised his hand to snap his fingers, but nothing happened. "Well come on, Crowley. What’s the hold up?” The King of Hell tried again, snapping his fingers to no avail.  "Castiel?“ Castiel’s brow was furrowed in confusion. "I appear to be powerless,” he said before wandering off a little ways. The Winchesters exchanged a glance.

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Chained Alpha (Crowley x reader)

The loud growls and grunts filled the bunker making Dean and Sam agitated. “He won’t shut up! It really can’t be that bad can it?” dean groaned to the two other men sitting in the library listening to the sounds of the alpha in rut. Sam just shook his head and sipped at his beer while Castiel raised his brows. “From what I hear it is very uncomfortable. Painful even.” He said. As another loud roar filled the halls Dean slammed his beer on the table. “I can’t listen to this shit, come on we are going out.” the oldest Winchester said as he pushed his chair back and made for the door. “What about y/n?” Sam said but saw as Dean just waved his hand. “She’s sleeping off her heat, those suppressants make her tired. She’ll be fine I got the key to the dungeon. Come on.” he says making Sam sigh but follow his brother out.

In the room down the hall the small omega was exhausted from her heat. She had been taking her pills like she did every time her heat came but this time was different. This time Crowley was here. As soon as she had went into heat he had begun calling out for her. The boys didn’t understand, they thought he was just making random noises but it went deeper than that. His noises were directed at her. Whimpering she curled up into her bedding and covered her head with a pillow to help block out the loud roars for her to come to him. Hearing a door shut she knew the boys had left. She just needed to make it through a little while longer.

In the dungeon Crowley let out slow deep breaths. His dress shirt sticking to his sweat covered chest. He had been perfectly collected until just yesterday when a smell had came through the air duct. His eyes had instantly turned bright red and his cock grew stiff at the smell of a unclaimed omega in heat. He knew it had to be y/n, she was the only female he knew lived here also. The boys had never let him get to close to her and now he knew why. Feeling another wave of his rut hit him he roared out for her to come. He couldn’t take much more of this, his hands were bound so he couldn’t even ease his discomfort with his hand. With one last effort he yelled her name. Waiting he heard the door to the dungeon try to open. “It’s locked…” she whimpered. Growling he stared in the direction of the door. “Pick it!” he yelled in a commanding voice, knowing she would have to obey him now that she was so close. It didn’t take long for him to hear clicking and scraping of metal. He gave a smile when he heard the door open slowly, “Come here.” he said as gently as possible. Listening to her footsteps grow closer he watched as the shelves pulled back a tiny bit for her to look through.

Her eyes were cast down at the ground and she had a quilt wrapped around her shoulders. He could see the clear look of exhaustion on her face from where her heat was in control. Smelling the air he gave a deep predatory growl making her tense up. “Come.” was all he said and watched as she made her way closer to him. Coming to stand before him she kept her eyes cast down. “Look at me.” he said making her obey and meet his red eyes. “Why didn’t you come when I first called you?” he asked with a slight growl to his voice. “…I was afraid.” she whispered. Letting out a sigh he decided against yelling against her. “Take your clothes off.” he said and saw her slowly drop the quilt to her feet. One by one her clothes joined the blanket on the floor before soon she was standing before him completely bare. “Good gurl, such a pretty little thing you are no wonder the boys didn’t want me to meet you.” he purred and saw as she trembled in the cold air of the dungeon and her pink nipples become hard. “My dear you are shivering, why don’t you come sit on daddy’s lap so I can warm you up.” He cooed to her patting his lap as much as the chains would allow. Picking up her blanket she moved to sit on the alpha’s lap, pulling the blanket up to cover herself. 

Smirking Crowley stroked the skin he could reach and gave a low purr. When he felt her tense up he to felt a wave of his rut and growled out in unison with her whimper. Once the pain had passed she let out heavy breaths showing him she was more than in agony. “Alright dove, undo my slacks.” he said in a gentle voice and saw her meet his eyes. Looking down she began to un-button and unzip his pants until his hard member sprang free. She looked at him questionably when she realized he didn’t wear boxers or anything, smirking he looked down before back up at her, “Scottish dove, we don’t do underwear.” Before she could say anything else he leaned forward to capture her lips in a kiss. It was rough showing the need to mate and he couldn’t help but smile when she began whining. 

Straddling his lap she looked down at his member and then back into his eyes. Seeing his face serious she slowly slid herself onto his cock, wincing at the pain of the stretch. “Shh, it’s alright darling.” he groaned out when he heard her whimper in pain. Crowley tried bucking his hips upward as much as possible but the restraints would only allow so much. When she was fully seated on him she curled up into his chest for a moment to adjust to his wide girth. Crowley took the chance to kiss and lick at her neck and shoulder. After a few minutes the alpha was becoming inpatient and gave a small growl, “Ride me.” he commanded and felt as she slowly lifted her hips before bringing them back down making her give a moan. Again and again she rocked her hips against his lap. Crowley pulled on chains of his wrists trying with all his might to touch her. When his knot began to grow she went to pull away and that was when Crowley’s alpha fully came out. With a hard jerk of his arm the chain of his right wrist snapped and he quickly grabbed hold of y/n’s shoulder and pulled her back down on his cock, shoving the now fully grown knot into her body. The omega screamed as she was knotted by the alpha, the bulge forcing her to climax hard. Crowley gave a loud roar before sinking his teeth into the nape of he neck and filling her with his seed. The omega cried out as Crowley claimed her as his own. Her body spasamed as he added more pressure to the bite, ensuring she would carry is mark. Holding her on tightly by the hand on her shoulder he felt a she went limp and gave a feral growl of approval, she was his. 

A few hours later Crowley rubbed his free hand over the sleeping omega’s back. Smirking when he heard footsteps coming towards the door. Dean, Sam and Castiel soon filled the opening to the dungeon and looked at the scene before them with horror. “Hello boys.” the alpha said with a smirk. The betas could only stand there in shock at what they saw. Crowley sat in his chair in the devils trap with all other locks and chains in place but the one on his right wrist. Y/n straddled his lap under the quilt. Her pile of clothes were laying at his feet. The blanket covered most of her body except the upper part of her back. A trail of blood rolled down her back leading up to her neck where a clear claiming bite could be seen. With an angry glare Dean looked up at the demon to see his mouth and chin covered in her blood. “You son of a bitch!” he yelled making y/n whimper in her sleep. Crowley rubbed her back and gave a deep purr making the omega sigh and drift back into a deep sleep. “Let’s not wake her, she’s had an rough night.” Crowley said in a cocky voice. When Dean went to advance Crowley gave a growl and his eyes turned red. “Do not touch my omega.” Was all he said before the three men looked towards each other and left the room, knowing there was now nothing they could do.

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Heir to the Throne

Summary/Original Request: Could you do an imagine where your Crowley’s daughter and tfw finds out about you and Castiel starts to fall for the reader but Crowley and dean and Sam do not approve, just a thought.

Requested By: @mishaacklesthepizzaman

Words: 600

Warnings: staring, semi-controlling father, sheltered daughter

A/N: This is my first attempt with putting Cas and Crowley into a fic. Please tell me what you think!

Your entire life you always wanted to see what it was like on earth. You heard so many stories from your father, Crowley, but you couldn’t help but want to see it for yourself. You wanted to meet his friends, Dean, Sam, and Castiel. You wanted to feel all the things your father described, the wind in your hair, grass under your feet, cold water running through your fingers. Yet you were still stuck in hell. It was your home and you felt comfortable there, but you wanted something more. Earth sounded like the most magical place you could ever imagine.

One day you gathered up all your courage and asked your father if you could join him in his duties on Earth.

“Let me think about it, love. Now go torture a soul or something.” Your dad said.

The next day, your dad came up to you and offered you a deal. He agreed to take you to Earth with him, but you were to be the heir to his throne in Hell. You were more than willing to accept his offer.

Earth was just as nice as your dad had described. The birds chirped in the bright, blue, cloudless sky. The leaves on the trees rustled as the wind gently whispered through them. The sun left a gentle warmth on your skin as it touched you.

“Where are we going?” You asked him.

“There is some business to deal with involving Moose, Squirrel, and their Angel friend.” Your dad replied.

“Who?” You asked, raising a single eyebrow at him.

“You’ll see.” He said.

You and your father walked into a clearing in a small forest and you saw three people standing there. One was unusually tall with long hair. A second was more normal sized and stood there like he wanted to kill everything in sight. The third one, a short guy in a tan trench coat who clearly wore his tie wrong, wouldn’t stop staring at you.

“Cas, put your eyes back in your head. The last person you want to be messing with is someone who follows Crowley around.” The normal sized one said.

“That person following me around happens to be my daughter, Squirrel.” Your father said.

“Daughter?” the tall one asked, “How is that even possible?”

“That’s for me to know, Moose.”

“Well, can we at least know why she’s here?” Squirrel asked.

“She’s here to learn the ropes. She will be taking my place eventually.” Your father turned back to you, “Y/N, these are the people I have been telling you about. The tall one is Sam, the one with short hair is Dean, and the one staring at you is Castiel. Guys, this is my daughter, Y/N.”

“I didn’t know you needed an heir to your throne, Crowley.” Dean added.

“Even I get tired sometimes, Squirrel. One can only take so much torture.” Your dad replied.

“Dad, why does Castiel keep staring at me?” You asked, starting get a bit creeped out.

“Because you are the most eye catching creature I have ever seen.” Castiel replied.

“Cas, you are an Angel. Crowley’s daughter is a Demon. It will never work.” Dean said.

“Cas, Dean is right and I absolutely forbid you to have relations with my daughter.” Your father said.

“Cas, this is by far the most twisted thing I’ve ever seen you try to pull off.” Sam replied.

“Okay, okay. I get the point.” Castiel said, looking down at his shoes.

You got the feeling that this would not be the last time that you would hear about this from Castiel.

Way of the World- part 3

Fandom: Supernatural

Word count: 2055

Characters: Dean x reader (soulmates), Sam, Ezekiel

Warnings: Reader in danger, angst, violence

Summary: Dean and Sam go hunting demons, Ezekiel makes an appearance, and the reader finds Dean’s police record.  Part 1 Part 2  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7 Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16

Notes: See the first part for the inspiration for this AU! 

@ilostmyshoe-79 @kittenofdoomage  @mrswhozeewhatsis @stillnotginger2294 @spectaculicious @unapologeticallyapologeticoops @rusticbellamy @satan-squared @f3arl3ssprinc3ss

You tried not to investigate Dean. You really did.

All these years you’d been working for the police, and you had always managed to avoid the temptation to look up any records the police might have on your soulmate. But, since you’d seen him, your curiosity was becoming almost irresistible. It was like a sheet of ice over a pond, slowly cracking as the weather warmed up. You knew what Dean looked like now, and you knew he was lying about something.

Surely a quick look couldn’t do any damage?

It took an entire morning of staring at your computer to actually work up the nerve to type his name in. There was a hit- Dean had a record for something- but that was when your nerve failed. You closed it hastily.

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Not All Superheroes Wear Capes

Originally posted by sati-lotus

Pairing: CrowleyxReader
Word Count: 1,508
Warnings: Implied smut, gore
Author: Brittiny
Request: @sammiefy Can I get a fluffy CrowleyxReader where the reader is has short hair and a marvel addiction?
A/N: I’m not even sure if Crowley can do what I wrote towards the end (spoilers!), but hey, it’s my fic :p


You ran your hand through your short, currently spiked, hair. As you stood in the bathroom, you were making faces in the mirror. The door was open, as you didn’t care if people happened to see you in various stages of undress. In your mind, it didn’t matter. Bikinis were more revealing than your underwear, after all.

“Finally stooped so low that your inner five year old has decided to tease you?” Crowley walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You knew he was just teasing you. When you’d met, you had longer hair. After your best friend was diagnosed with cancer, you shaved your head with her. Once it grew in a bit, you decided you really loved having short hair. It made you feel sexy, and powerful. Just like a superhero.

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Seraph of the End: the Story of Vampire Michaela, chapter 3 (part 1 out of 4)

We’re delving a little deeper into the history of the Crusades now; crash course on it is included in the text of the novel already, but just in case wiki for the Fifth Crusade Crowley participated in (his participation apparently lasted from 1217 to 1221).

Seraph of the End: the Story of Vampire Michaela by Kagami Takaya

Chapter 3 (part ¼) (volume 1, pages 121-150)
The Crusader Who Lost God

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Lionheart

Originally posted by crowleyslittleminion

Prompts: Anon requested King and Lionheart by OMAM for my call for song fic inspirations. 

Pairing: Crowley x Reader (But you don’t have to be a Crowley!Girl to enjoy this, I don’t think.)

Words: 890

Warnings: Mild description of dead bodies, mentions of hell hounds, souls being sold to Hell, character death.

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Prettiest Star

Pairing: Crowley x Reader
Word Count: 2,718
Warnings: swearing, mentions of depression, anxiety, eating disorders, mentions of self-harm, fluff
Authors: Sam
Request: This was an anonymous request that was sent to @totallysupernaturaloneshots and she forwarded this to me! “Reader goes to a carnival with Crowley and her friends and they end up leaving her out of everything, so Crowley finds her crying due to everything being crap lately with her friends and getting depressed and eating disorders and it all drives her over the top. Crowley helps her enjoy the rest of the carnival and they end up running into her friends afterwards.”
A/N: This was a super tough one to write only because I’ve been in a similar situation in my own life. Depression, anxiety, self-harm, and eating disorders are nothing to ignore. If anyone ever needs someone to talk to, wants to vents, or simply just needs a friends, PLEASE message me. I promise I will do everything I can for you in order to help you. I may not know you, but I’m there for you, just know that. I’m that type of person that allows strangers to have my phone number to text me and call me at all hours of the day if they need someone. Just like our Supernatural Family has said before and over and over again, you are not alone and never will be.

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Imagine Being Crowley’s Daughter And Him Not Approving Of Your Attire

Originally posted by safetypinnedsammy

“Y/N,” Crowley called as you sprinted to the door, and you groaned with frustration as he summoned you back to the throne room, “What in the bloody name of Lucifer are you wearing?” You looked at your shorts, t-shirt, and Converse.

“I don’t know, clothes?” you said bluntly.

“Where are you going dressed like that?”

“Out. With my friends.”

“Are there going to be any boys with these ‘friends’?”

“Stop,” you held up your hand, “Dad, stop right there. Don’t start. I’m a teenager but I’m not that stupid. I’m a demon. I can handle this. Have a nice day.”

“Wait…” Crowley tried calling you back, “Y/N…Y/N!!! Don’t you walk away from me! I’m your father! I’m the King of Hell! I..I’m sending demons to supervise you!”

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King’s Not-so Secrecy

So I’ve been kinda bored lately, so here’s a lil’ somethin’ somethin’ for y’all Crowley fans. Enjoy!

Pairing: Crowley x Winchester(Little)Sister!Reader, Sam, Dean, (eventual (Sassy!)Cas if I get enough notes to do a second part).
Warnings: Angst? (”oh shit!” moments) If you have bad anxiety, read with caution! I love you!
Author: Luna  (◕▿◕🌸)

     There was no subtle way to put it. You were in a relationship with the King of Hell. Given, your brothers would never approve, so you and Crowley never spoke of it. You both had attempted to keep the “I hate your guts” front in front of anyone else, but it resolved down to “I can tolerate you” glares. Your incognito relationship had been riding along smoothly for a few months now, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love Fergus MacLeod. You’d do anything for him, sell your soul even. He was a dedicated man, always making time for you, never forgetting special days, and bringing you your food cravings and comfort when you were under the weather. Ever since the first kiss, you knew you were in for a hell of a ride. 

     You and the boys had spent the past few weeks doing the usual business, hunting and eating unhealthy amounts of greasy hamburgers. But today, you were relaxing the day away as the boys decided to have time to themselves, for whatever reason. You assumed it was because Dean probably wanted to go to a local strip club, or maybe see Cas. Both were the same thing to you, since he’d be screwing someone’s ass either way. You carefully waited to make sure that the brothers were totally gone to call your favorite demon, just thinking his mere name, knowing he’d come at the sound of your voice. 

     You knew he was in the room with one whiff of his signature musk. You turned to find Crowley meeting your eyes with his hazel ones. He smirked at you, taking you in. “Daddy’s a bit busy, darling. I was just in a meeting.”

     You pouted, sticking out your bottom lip in a way that made your king go insane. “But you can have meetings whenever you’d like. You’re the King of Hell, what you say goes. And I don’t always have all the time in the world.”

     “True. Now that you mention it…” He trailed off, taking a step toward you. “I can set aside my meetings from today….” He held your hips gingerly with his large hands. 

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Making a Deal III

Request : cydnaplexius asked:Could you possibly make a fanfic (of as many parts as you please) of the reader returning to Sam & Dean after several years of disappearing out of the blue– and said reader (Who is – was also a hunter) meets Crowley? I think that would be rather interesting

Request : Anon asked : can you do one where Crowley and the reader have a child ? 

I combined these two requests.

You can read the part one here X and part two here X

Summary : The reader finally reunites with her brothers .

Pairing : Crowley x Reader

Words :  1858

Warnings : angry Dean , protective Crowley 

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Seven Things About Supernatural: 12x08 - “LOTUS”

So despite my general policy of not singling out particular writers/duos and going in to an episode with specific expectations, I decided to give @messier51′s BUCKLEMING BINGO card a go during my rewatch this morning.  

And.  Well.  

I could have given myself a bingo with sexualized violence and bad pacing, or bad pacing and OOC-ness, but I gave Buckleming a pass on these because the pacing because it wasn’t that bad, the awkwardness among TFW was more a matter of stilted dialogue than anyone being truly OOC, and…okay, so sexualized violence is a near thing, but neither Lucifer nor Kelly were trying to be sexy (nor was the scene shot as if they were) when he attacked her over the pregnancy at the motel. 

It’s not Azazel torturing Ruby, or Abaddon threatening Dean.  It’s very much a depiction of violence against women that is sex-adjacent.  And boy howdy am I uncomfortable with the whole thing – see “unfortunate implications” – but yeah.

I’m also not giving them Bechdel-Wallace, because a two-second phone call to a named woman about a pregnancy?  Nuh-uh.  Especially not with the rest of the baggage.  

Anyway.  Seven Things, some positive and some not. 

  1. Have we ever seen Lucifer to be harmed by religious objects – and particularly Christian objects? – or those objects to be affected by him?  It’s a badass visual, but I feel like there’s a shift from Lucifer as an Angel Who Is Part of The Plan to making him something more akin to a Great Evil.  

    It’s a badass visual, and the show is clearly having an excellent time playing with it, but this is more in line with demonic activity than angelic.  Canonically, the nearest thing I can recall in terms of similar phenomena would be statues crying blood, which we see in 4x09 (when Alastair arrives at the church) and in 5x20 (when crying statues are mentioned in conjunction with Pestilence’s arrival).

    We can’t necessarily just chalk it up to Lucifer having a bit of fun with his role, unless we can extend that logic to Castiel’s Patented Nephilim Pregnancy Test.  That’s not entirely out of the question, but it’s asking the audience to do a lot of work to get there.  So. 

    On the other hand, it does make the prayer scene a lot more interesting, given that Lucifer’s words are some of his most sincere, yet awkwardly shoehorned into a format he despises.
  2. President Rooney feels like an amalgam of a lot of white conservative politicians from the last decade or so.  While I saw some people reacting on Twitter about the prayer scene, I’m from Missouri, and got a pretty heavy John Ashcroft vibe.  

    (Ashcroft, if you don’t know, is Pentecostal, and led daily prayer meetings among his staff while in office as US Senator and Attorney General.  His father anointed him with oil at his swearing-in.  It’s not a stretch.)

    Jeff Rooney isn’t quite as otherworldly as all that – he’s in a sexual relationship with Kelly, one of his staffers – but he at least appears to be sincere in his beliefs.  He’s also a widower, which places him firmly in Lucifer’s preferred zone as far as vessels go.  
  3. And actually, Kelly is the one being screwed here, in every sense of the word.  She is tricked by Lucifer into sex she would not have consented to/cannot consent to, and conceives a Nephilim as a result.  Lucifer reacts violently when she says she won’t carry the pregnancy to term, while TFW are pressuring her to terminate.  Because, you know, literal spawn of Satan. 

    Did we mention that she can set a Bible on fire by touching it now?  Which, given that she is visibly religious in a visibly religious administration with a deeply religious boss/lover who, by the way, isn’t going to remember any of this?  There may be no right answers for Kelly.

    I’m viscerally uncomfortable with basically all of this.  I know that about half of that is intentional on the part of the show — Lucifer is bad and does bad things to people who don’t deserve it – but the implications of the thing?  Yow.

    I do think it’s interesting philosophically that there are angels on both sides of the question of termination.  In general, religious Americans (like Kelly) are cast as being firmly anti-abortion, and there’s every possibility that President Rooney ran on an anti-abortion platform.  Lucifer, however, is firmly in the role of violent patriarchy, while Castiel is…the show doesn’t say as much, but the subtext reads to me that he is the one who’ll be making the termination happen.  At the very least he’s one of a cast of men pushing for it.

    It’s violent, infernal Patriarchy vs. something that feels like “benign” Patriarchy, with Kelly in the middle.  The show at least lets Kelly make her own choice, which is ultimately a good move, but the whole thing still feels very skewed.  We’re not supposed to like her choice, if she ever had one.
  4. LUCIFER HAS NEVER HAD OCCASION.  This would be funnier in any other context, except that Lucifer is, again, a Bad who does Bad Things.

    Interesting, though, that this is also his first act of creation, and that this is exciting for him.  Worrying, too, given that the Nephilim conceived might well be an ideal vessel for him.

    How concerned are we that the ritual might not have worked?  That we might have a New Amara on our hands?  Anybody else screaming internally?  Just me?  And is Heaven going to start paying attention to things again because of the OH SHIT of it all?
  5. Given what the Winchesters do, any interaction with a sitting President was bound to end like this one, even without Lucifer putting the Secret Service on it.

    (Side note: the whole scene with Lucifer cluing Agent Sanchez in that the Winchesters are a Problem was cut entirely by my CW affiliate. We only knew we’d missed a scene because we saw the very last second of it before Sam starts dialing Mick.  I’m told other viewers in other markets had the same problem.  The casual viewer is super confused right now.) 

    They’re not even a difficult target because their lives make them look like exactly what Lucifer says they are: mentally unstable, probably involved in some kind of cult, out to kill him because he’s Satan. 

    Sanchez reacts perfectly, too.  Satan’s not a thing!  Satan’s a metaphor!  It’s fun, because Lucifer is obviously Not Pleased by that sentiment, but Sanchez is unimportant in the greater scheme of things, easily disposed of, as long as he solves this problem first.  

    The end of this ep in terms of Trouble To The Winchesters rates on a scale with 2x12, except instead of getting away to “Renegade” in a couple of SWAT uniforms, they’re literally disappeared.  No legal process, no media attention.  Quick, quiet, and very, very serious.

    On first viewing there was a lot of objection on our couch about how long the Winchesters stuck around, but I’m on the fence about it.  Yeah, they had a short broment, but it feels longer because we’re being shown two things happening essentially at the same time.  We’re talking a span of fewer than three or five minutes.  

    Waking up the President is questionable regardless, but…it’s quite as bad as it could be?  The plan was for everyone to get out quick.  Team B just failed to get out quick enough.

    Potential plot issue: during Ketch’s attack/rescue, he asks Castiel to erase the agents’ memories, but Agent Sanchez arrives later with other units, apparently unscathed, and there is Meaningful Eye Contact.  Obviously the on-site agents called them in, but Sanchez gets a lot of camera time.  He is Important™.  Either something is broken or something is going on here.
  6. Ketch is condescending about it, but can we  just take a minute to appreciate Cas’ statement that the truth is sometimes situational?  That’s kind of a big deal.  Actually, I’m loving some of the Cas moments:

    - Working with Crowley in a hunter’s milieu and taking it (maybe a little too) seriously.  
    - Working with the Winchesters and giving zero fucks about the Secret Service after Sam and Dean (quite reasonably) lose that scrap.
    - Being pretty much Done with people like Ketch treating him like a tool instead of a being with a name.
    - The closet scene.  

    The ep has problems, and Cas’ abilities in places seem to work only when the plot dictates it’s convenient, but there’s still some pretty good Cas in there, and I’m into it.
  7. Sam fucking up Lucifer’s plans?  My jam in every possible way.  This ep gave us the right person getting to take the shot.  I enjoyed that a lot, even if the emotional payoff wasn’t as big as it could have been.  

    Granted, “too easy” on Supernatural generally means “exponentially worse trouble later,” which I’m ready to grant on account of the BMOL providing the ordinance.  Lucifer was becoming a singular, outsized threat.  The BMOL?  They’re nastier in a more personal way. 

    Still, Sam got to ruin Lucifer’s day.  It feels good, even if everything else feels bad.

Bonus Thing: Crowley.  Agent Zappa?  I approve.  Having human agents that he strings along?  Yep, I’m all about this.  Blowing up Rowena’s terrible would-be fiance?  I laughed.  Crowley isn’t a nice person, but he is occasionally his own reward.

Bonus Thing #2: Okay, so I have no idea if the bird shit on the motel sign was deliberate or not, but it was a wonderful visual contrast to how manicured the other environments were, and so I’m awarding credit.

Bonus Thing #3: Ketch with a trunk of neat toys is the show showing us the gun.  No way this ends well.

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Daddy Demon | PART TWO

Imagine: Crowley taking you in as a little girl, raising you by himself, trying to keep you away from anything harmful. One day you’re wandering around his castle when you run into the infamous Dean Winchester and daddy Crowley has a few words. 


  • PART ONE
  • 1314 Words
  • Dean x reader | Daddy!Crowley

“You’re just scared he’s going to take me away.” You follow your father, Crowley, to the ballroom. There wasn’t much spectacular about it, honestly. It was a giant room that used to hold balls, but now looks as if it might hold a few prisoners instead. You always found comfort in it, though, with the tall windows and empty stage. “I’ve only ever known the company of demons.”

“And they’ve protected you well enough.” Crowley walks over to the centre of the ballroom and heaves a huge sigh. “If that man hurts you…”

“He would have done so the moment I walked into that room.” You state, knowing you were speaking the truth. You can’t believe what you’re about to say. The first bit of human contact… And it was fading away. “But if you wish, I will stay away from Winchester.”

Crowley turns around to face you, his squint studying you, deciding on believing you or not. He would have been right not to believe you, he did raise you after all, he raised you to be just like a demon, though being an actual demon was something he never did. Every once in a while, he would send you to grab a soul or two for him, being that he was too busy or too lazy, and you’d take the soul no problem. Other than that, you were bound to this castle, only leaving when he deemed it fit for you to step outside and take in the fresh air. On the inside, you knew he was only looking out for you. He was scared he’d lose you. You only wish you could show him you were all grown up now.

“You’re right. You are my only daughter and I want to make sure you’re safe. The king of hell has his enemies and… That boy is one of them. Although he is also a great ally, especially now. I need him to be on his best game.”

You look in his eyes, searching them for the real reason Dean was so important to him, but there wasn’t much. You may never know.

“Sure, daddy.” You finally nod your head.

Crowley smiles and kisses the top of your head, nodding in approval.

For the most part, you stay in your room and only travel between there and the kitchen. The kitchen was another one of your favorite rooms, always stocking it full with beer and whiskey and whatever else the servants might bring in.

Crowley stayed hidden, mostly. He only shows up to tell you goodnight or inform you that there were meetings going on and you weren’t to disturb him. As if you would, you couldn’t care less about those damn meetings. You’ve only ever attended one and you were so bored, you actually fell asleep against your father.

Although during this meeting, you decide you’re going to grab a drink or two, sneak back into your room, and watch scary movies all night. The thought crosses your mind to wander down to the ballroom and hide behind those velvet curtains you love so much, but you didn’t feel up for the extra walk.

The kitchen was completely empty for once. Alice, one of Crowley’s best, was normally always found by the bar, mixing drinks and trying them out. Demons always took so much to get drunk, so much more than you, and you always thought you had a high tolerance for it.

Beer in hand, you take a few sips of it before starting out of the kitchen, but you were immediately stopped but a 6 foot 3 wall of muscle.

“Omph!” You step back and crane your neck to look up at Dean Winchester. You assumed he would be part of the meeting, unless it had ended. “Oh..”

Dean reaches his arm out to catch you, though you didn’t go far. His fingers clamp on the curve of your waist, pinching you enough for you to suck your bottom lip through your teeth. “Careful, sweetheart. Don’t need you hurt. Crowley will have my ass.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his words. “We wouldn’t want that, would we? That’s a pretty nice one.”

“Yours is better.” He winks at you, causing a blush to appear on your cheeks. “Now what is a pretty little thing like you doing drinking all by her lonesome?” His hand was still touching you. The small patch of skin under it still burning.

“Why aren’t you at the meeting?” You ask, trying to avoid his gaze. It was near impossible.

He grunts. “Son of a bitch thought I should sit this one out.” His eyes grew wide and he shook his head. “That’s not how I meant it.”

“I’ve heard my dad called worse.” You assure him, patting his hand on your waist. “I can handle it.” You shove his hand off you and start to walk passed him.

There’s a hand on your shoulder and Dean’s pulling you back to face him, watching you with those eyes so green, they were hard not to look at and get lost in. Before you have much time to think, your lips were on his and he was kissing you back, pushing you backward but not hitting any wall.

Dean becomes fed up and scoops you up in his arms, lips still attached, and carries you down the hallway. At this point, you don’t care who sees you two. The sparks went off inside your mind, little goosebumps spread down your arms and chills sent down your spine as Dean roughened the kiss up, pulling back and crashing his lips into yours again as he felt his way down the hall, through double doors with a kick.

The room is cold, but the heat from your bodies quickly warms you up. Your legs are wrapped around his torso, fingers in his hair, your tongues dancing with one another. It was so sudden, taking you by surprise that two conversations into this acquaintance and you were all over him.

A deep voice was cleared in the distance. Dean pulls back, looking directly at your father siting in one of the chairs at a long table. Dean had stumbled right in on the meeting, though thankfully it looks to be dying out. Only a few demons remain, and not any of importance, so you thought.

Crowley watches as Dean sets you on the ground, his cheeks flushed and his lips swollen. You can’t hide your cheeky smile, knowing you had done it.

“I don’t know what I was thinking, daddy.” You pipe up, wishing someone else would have already.

“Sit,” Crowley points to a couple of chairs.

Dean is the first to sit, crossing his arms and giving you a bit of a hurt look. You sit beside him and close your eyes some.

“I see I’m going to need to make some changes to my little plan.” Crowley picks up a knife and twirls it in his hand. With one glance to Dean, you notice that he’s stiff. “Dean, why don’t you tell my daughter exactly what we’ve been doing?”

You look up at Dean. He shrugs and nods, looking in front of him, at a piece of the table that must have been chipped off. “I’m Crowley’s weapon.”

Wheels turn in your mind. At first, you wonder why it’s him, of all people. You realize it’s because Dean is a powerful hunter. “Weapon…” You cock your head to the side.

“My dear, there’s a reason I wanted to keep you and Squirrel away from each other. We’re turning him darkside.”

You snap your head over at your father. He was sitting back in his seat, smirking proudly. With a glance at Dean, you felt your heart stop. “No…”

“Too late, Y/N. I signed the contract.” Dean sighs. He sounds sad, his voice dripping with regret.