12x01 “Keep Calm and Carry On” // 12x14 “The Raid” Loose Companion Piece to This Post
I don’t know about you, but this is making me very uncomfortable. Of course this isn’t anything new but when going back to the season premiere and watching that scene where Mary is very okay with torture much to Dean’s surprise and almost shock just seemed very similar to the one we saw in 12x14 “The Raid”, where once more Mary condones what at the very least we must assume to be torture given the fact that Sam was treated like a “rogue” as well by Toni, I suppose (I will just never understand how Sam could make such 180 tbh, with what he experienced with the BritMoL. it is just troubling to see him “happy” about the hunter getting whatever unpleasant treatment it might be, because usually Sam is not one to wish something he had to suffer on anyone else even if they are assholes, but oh well…). And it just troubles me to see Dean in the background between Mary and Sam visibily swallowing (and looking at the very least as uncomfortable as he did when Mary condoned torture in 12x01) over what Ketch is insinuating while his both closest family members amost smile about this “rogue” getting what he “deserves”. And especially Toni’s line kind of feels like a thick heavy cloud of spec on what the BritMoL may try to do to Dean too should they clash with him at some point, because he isn’t one to back down or just follow - yes, Dean Winchester has come a very long way from taking order from his dad without question, but has rejected control (unless he was subjected to it by the MoC or Amara) stood up for free will every single time.
Summary: The reader is
pregnant, and a witch hits her with a spell that slowly kills her child. The
only cure seems to be Lucifer, but Dean does not want her to get into trouble.
So the reader asks for help from his father, Crowley, the King of Hell.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Pregnant!Reader
Characters: Reader, Lucifer,
Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Rowena (mentioned)
Word Count: 2000 (approximately)
Warning: Angst, more angst.
A/N: I write this for the Ana’s
“Shit My Patients Say” Challenge, by this beautiful >>> @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms
My prompts are: 8. “My friend said I couldn’t do it so I
had to prove them wrong.”
22. “My family has a recipe to fix this.” So, I hope you like it!
“What have you done to me?”
“A curse. But you can also call it ‘a step away from death’.”
“What have you done!?” I shout louder; I feel the tears wet my face.
“You’re dying.. indeed, no. Your child is dying. So delicate.. but there
is a cure. The blood of a powerful heals your child. The blood of an archangel.
I look down, my gaze is pure horror; I can’t breathe. The blood of an
“..ops, too bad they’re all dead.”
“No. Y/n, it’s impossible for me to allow you to do such a thing.”
“We’ll find another way.”
“There is no other way!”
A few days ago, a witch gave me a curse. My baby is slowly dying, and I feel
his heart beat more and more slowly. I can’t stay calm to do nothing, I can’t
kill my baby; our baby, mine and Dean’s. Because he doesn’t understand? Dean
paces nervously back and forth to the library, and observe him, I get dizzy. We
need to talk to Lucifer; the witch said that the only cure to save our son is
the blood of an archangel. But they are all dead: Gabriel, Raphael, Michael..
but Lucifer, he was an archangel before his fall, and he still has archangel’s
blood in his veins. The problem is that Lucifer doesn’t want to talk to anyone
but me. And Dean doesn’t want me to put me in trouble.
“Lucifer will be closed in his cage, with me there will be Crowley, and
Rowena. Nothing will happen to me.”
“I said no. End of the matter, Y/n.”
I try to think even once Dean, but it’s useless. I breathe slowly, trying to
keep calm. I understand that he’s worried about me, and for the child. But
there will be no danger to me.
“How can you say such a thing? It is what our son is dying! Will not you
“Of course I want to save it, damn it!” I jump when Dean makes a fist
on the table; he licks his lips, and then looks at me.
“I’ll find another way to save it. But we’re not going to Lucifer; I will
talk to Rowena. Maybe she knows what to do.”
Dean lays a kiss on my forehead, and after taking his jacket, he comes out of
the bunker. He doesn’t know that I have already spoken with Rowena, and she
knows no other way, that talk to Lucifer.
I go into the kitchen to drink some water, and I find Sam with a book in his
hands, as he reads. When he sees me, Sam puts the book on the table and coming
toward me; he wrapped his long arms around my body, and I without thinking
twice, I make tiny against his body. Dean and I have quarreled violently, and
we screamed. Sam will have definitely heard the whole conversation.
“Are you okay?”
I would answer yes, but clearly it is not. Since Dean has known the child,
chaos reigns in the bunker. Every day there is a reason for strife and shouting
at us against.. Should I be happy that he cares about me, but the fact that he
does remain closed to me all the time in the bunker to do nothing, is like
torture for me. And now after all this time that I came out of the bunker, we
hunted a bitch witch; we killed her, but it didn’t do anything. A curse like
the one that launched her, doesn’t go away with her death.
“No, Sam. I’m tired..” I say, as small tears fall down my face.
“I just wanted to help Sam.. I didn’t want to stay forever locked in a
bunker. And now my baby is dying.. and it’s my fault. ”
“Y/n, it’s okay.. we will find a way to save him.”
“Don’t you understand that the only way to save it’s Lucifer!?” I
yelled, pushing away from me Sam. He looks at me with his usual sad look, but
he says nothing. I know he thinks like Dean; he doesn’t want release Lucifer
again, after all that has happened. But how do they not understand that there
is only one possible cure, and it is him?“
I moved away from him, and I run to my room. I lock myself in the room, and I
throw myself on the bed, with tears in my eyes.
“Hey puppy. Everything okay?”
I open my eyes, and I sit on the bed to see who it is. Although I already recognize
The King of Hell is approaching me, and sits on the bed beside me. I keep my
distance from him, and alert.
“What are you doing here?”
“My dear daughter, you called me.”
“It’s not true.”
“Yes, rather.” Crowley said, looking into my eyes. I look down; I
have really been calling him? I cannot even admit it to myself. Dean and Sam
don’t want me to talk with Lucifer, but if I do..
“I want to talk to Lucifer.”
Crowley smiles, and getting out of bed, he wanders around the room, rummaging
through my things. Then he turns to me and looks at me with his usual air of
“I need to talk to him.”
The smile disappears from the face of Crowley; he comes close to me again, and
looks at me.
“Why should I?”
“A witch hit me with a curse. And my baby is dying. Lucifer is the one who
can save him. Please..” I get up and shake hands Crowley in mine. I know
he is not a person you can trust 100%, but he’s still my father, and like it or
not, my child is also part of his family.
Crowley closes his eyes and sighs; he takes my arm, and with a snap of the
fingers, we find ourselves in his ‘headquarters’. I look Crowley and I thank
him with the gaze. I breath deeply: it’s time to talk to the devil himself.
“What a surprise Y/n.. I
thought that you hadn’t the courage to see me again.”
I approached the cage; Lucifer is in its interior, thanks to a Rowena’s spell.
His eyes are fixed on me, his satisfied smile makes me nauseous. “My friend said I couldn’t do it so I
had to prove them wrong.”
His laughter echoes in the air, like an annoying hiss that doesn’t want to
quit. I make a step forward to get closer to the cage, but then I remember the
words of Rowena. Don’t get too close.
“Tell me Y/n, how is the little devil in your tummy?”
I shudder at his words; how does he know I’m pregnant? Lucifer wanders in his
prison, with the grin on his face. I take a few steps back, and I turn to go
away; how stupid. It wasn’t a good idea to summon him, Dean was right. What
made me think that Lucifer will give me his blood to save my baby, without
wanting something in return?
“You sure you want to go? Didn’t you want to know how to save your little
“Stop calling him that.”
“Oh, but it is. You are the beloved daughter of Crowley, and you’ve got
demon blood in the veins. Not to mention the baby’s father..”
I press my hands over the ears to stop hearing his words, but the voice of
Lucifer continues to echo in my head, as if he were talking to my own mind.
“Who knows what will come out of the son of a half-demon, and one that
“I said stop!”
I make a few steps toward the cage, and in a moment, Lucifer leans toward me. I
feel his hands holding my arms, and in a blink of an eye, I am in the cage with
him. I opened my eyes, I feel the breath fail me; I push away Lucifer from me,
and I scream the Crowley’s name. I see the King of Hell quickly approaching
Rowena, look for a way to get me out.
“Hmm, what’s wrong?”
Meanwhile, Lucifer is getting closer to me, I feel his breath on my neck.
“Sorry darling.. I felt so alone.”
Suddenly I turn, I wrap my hands around the collar of his shirt, and slam him
against the cage. He didn’t seem to worry about, in fact, he laughs louder.
Almost as if he was enjoying.
“Get me out of here!” I scream at him, while I try to stay calm. But
I can’t; I begin to panic, and Lucifer rests a hand on my back.
“Ssh calm baby, you’ll be a heart attack.”
I close my eyes, and I do some deep breaths; I’m a stupid, stupid, stupid. I
would have had to listen to Dean, stay by his side, trying to understand him.
And instead, I’m locked in a cage with the devil, and I haven’t even had the
opportunity to apologize to Dean, for what has happened with the witch. I feel
the tears forming in my eyes when I hear again the voice of Lucifer in my head.
“So.. you want or not to save your child? You know, my family has a recipe to fix this.”
I raise my eyes, which meets that of Lucifer; I know that the 'recipe’ of which
he speaks, is its blood. He smiles at me, knowing exactly now he can control
myself. I approach him, trying not to cry; I must be strong, for Dean, for our
“What do you want in return?”
Lucifer smiles and slowly approaching me; suddenly I hear a voice shouting my
name, I turn around and I see Dean, out of the cage, with a mixed look of worry
and despair. Sam is on the side of Crowley and Rowena, and try to get me out;
soon they will find a spell, and I will not have the chance to save my son, if
I don’t move. So, I turn to Lucifer, and I walk closer to him, so that they
don’t hear us.
“Help my baby, and I’ll do whatever you ask.”
At first hesitant, then Lucifer approaches me with a smirk on his face, and his
lips touching my ear. I widened my eyes when I hear the words of Lucifer; I
would like to take a step back and think about his request, but I don’t have
the time, and for my baby.. I’d do anything.
“We have a deal, Y/n?”
“Okay.” I can only say these words, then it all happens in a moment;
the hands of Lucifer brushes my stomach, and a light escapes from them. I feel
my heart beating faster and faster, and my head is spinning. I close my eyes,
the cage seems to spin faster and faster.
“Don’t forget me, darling.”
I open my eyes, and Lucifer winks at me; I try to say something, but suddenly I
feel an invisible force pushing me to the bars of the cage, and away from
Lucifer; within seconds I’m out, in the arms of Dean.
“Y/n, you’re right?”
“The baby.. is fine.”
The head begins to turn again, and then, the dark.
When I wake up, I’m back in my
room, to the bunker. Dean is near me, and when he sees that I have opened my
eyes, he smiles.
“Y/n, how are you?”
I get up out of bed, and I sit next to him; I embrace him, and I feel the tears
slowly down my face.
“I’m so sorry, Dean. It was all my fault; before the witch, then Lucifer..
I should listen to you.”
“Shh, it’s okay. Now it’s all over. Our baby is fine.” Dean says,
massaging my back. He puts his lips on mine, and his thumbs wipes my face with
“Lucifer is still in the cage, and will not come out. You and I will have
our baby. Everything will be fine.”
I smiled, trying to hide my concern. I squeeze in his arms, and again, I hear
the words of Lucifer echoing in my head. When the baby is born, I will come pick
you up. And you’ll have to choose. Or you, or the child.
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“That was different and you know it. It was for a case,” Dean said matter of factly, getting out of the Impala, phone pressed to his ear as he walked towards the restaurant down the block. “And besides, you’re just proving my point. Because what’d I do in that sweater, Sam? I lied, and lied some more.”
“Yeah, okay. Let’s pretend the sweater is the problem here. This has nothing to do with you being jealous.”
“That’s right. Nothing,” Dean said, eyes squinted as he looked inside for you and your date, oblivious to the weird looks the old couple sitting there by the window was giving him. When he finally saw the strangers frowning at him, his eyes widened a little and he gave them a wave of his hand - Hi there. Then he went back to his mission but, for the life of him, he couldn’t find you. Not until -
“Dean? What are you doing here?”
Oh, crap. Looks like you had found him.
He turned around, the phone losing contact with his ear. What was he doing? Good question. He was spying through a window. “Hey, hi. I was - I was looking for you.”
“You were? Why? Did something happen?”
“Yeah, you, uh - you forgot your umbrella.” There you go. Well done.
“Yeah, because it’s not raining.”
Crap. Again. “No, it’s not,” he agreed, “right now. You can never know, though, can you?” But he saw you weren’t convinced, at all, so he changed the subject instead, “So where’s, uh - where’s Daniel?”
“David,” you corrected him. “He’s going home. He just - he’s not my type. Too many sweaters. Hey, can I get a ride home?”
“Yeah, sure thing,” he replied, trying not to smile too much. “Just uh -” he indicated his phone - “give me a sec…?”
“Yeah, of course.”
When you were far enough, Dean brought his phone to his ear again. “Too many sweaters. You hear that? What did I tell ya?”
“Dude, that’s not the actual reason.”
“Shut up, yes it is.”
Sam sighed long and loud, “You’re both idiots.” Then he hung up.