Pairing: Crowley x Reader, Winchesters x Cousin!Reader
Word count: 9,345
Warnings: Swearing, horror
Challenge: Lexie’s SPN Birthday Challenge
Prompt: Insidious (2015), “Why do I even bother?”
Walking in the front door of your new house, you smiled to yourself. You’d managed a great deal, and for being a first time home owner, you were excited. Setting your box down that was labeled ‘kitchen’ off to the side, you took a moment to look around again before going out to get more boxes. The moving company had already delivered your furniture earlier that day, already filling out the empty space. Even with the furniture and boxes, it felt roomy. You didn’t feel cramped, or boxed in.
When you’d brought in the last box, you kicked the door shut and wiped your forehead with the back of your hand. “Talk about a damn workout.” You sighed to yourself, knowing your work was far from over. You needed to at least unpack the important rooms- kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom. Everything else could be done over time.
Moving around your kitchen the next morning, you had a few boxes open, zigzagging across the room. It wasn’t the most practical way to do things, but it got it done. A box of dishes was on one counter, the box of pots and pans was on the stove, and all the utensils was on yet another counter.
It didn’t take you long to empty the three boxes, making it look a tiny bit more like a home. With a satisfied smile, you moved towards the living room to get some more done. You were feeling productive, and wanted to keep it up. Spotting some books on the floor, you raised an eyebrow. You looked towards the short built in bookshelf that you had put them on, and then back to the books. “That’s odd…” Shaking it off, you crouched down, picking them up off the floor. Sighing, you put them back up and went back to work.
You had a CD playing softly in the background as you did some basic cleaning, refreshing the feel of the house. You sang along, enjoying the freedom of knowing this was yours. Any work that you put into this house would be a reflection of you, and you could show it off with pride.
A little while later, you were sorting through some things upstairs when you felt almost as if you weren’t alone. Your eyes scanned the area as you moved back towards the hall, catching sight of a black door. It hadn’t even caught your attention when you’d viewed the house. Opening it, you turned the light on and saw a set of stairs. Any attic you’d ever seen had a pull down ladder, so this was different.
It was creepy, but not so much to make you run and call your cousins, the Winchesters. More of a ‘let’s host a creepy sleepover’ way. Whoever had lived there before had left things behind, all of it covered in a layer of dust. Once the light hanging from the ceiling was on, you stood with your hands on your hips. The furnace coming to life made your head whip to the side.