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More Than A Liability

From this request: reader and Dean where the reader is taken by crowley because he finds her to be a liability only for her to help him out of a jam and change his opinion on her?


You kept your hand on your gun as you watched Crowley in the mirror behind the bar. The King of Hell slowly stalked up to you, his eyes glimmering.

“Y/N. Just the girl I was looking for.”

“What do you want, Crowley?”



Before you knew what was happening, Crowley placed a hand on your arm. He snapped the fingers of his free hand and the two of you disappeared, just as Dean came out of the bathroom.


“What the hell, Crowley?” you asked. You looked around the room you were in—dark wood floor, deep red walls, black furniture. The room was a bedroom, a large king sized bed taking up a majority of the space. You were obviously in Crowley’s lair in Hell.

Crowley stood in the doorway of the room. You made to go after him, strangle him for all he’s worth, but you found that you were frozen in your place. Your legs strained against whatever charm Crowley had put on them.

“Now, now, Y/N,” Crowley said, watching you struggle. “You’ll be free in a moment. But I’d be stupid not to restrain you while I’m still within your reach.”

You reached for your gun, your arms still able to move, but your gun was no longer on your belt.

“Oh, yes, and I took your weapon. All of them, actually.”

“Crowley, what the hell is going on?”

“I’m not going to harm you, Y/N. I just needed you out of the way.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I need Squirrel’s help with something. However, since the two of you have gotten… intimate, as it were, I feel that you are a liability to him completing the job.”

“You son of a bitch.”

“I’m not going to argue with that. But that’s beside the point, love.”

You struggled against the invisible restraint again—it hadn’t weakened in the slightest.

“Now,” Crowley said. “I’ve given you comfortable lodgings here. Any and everything you could possibly want is available to you. You’ll stay here until Squirrel finishes the job I have for him. Once it’s completed, you can go once more into his loving arms.”

“You really think Dean’s going to go for this?”

“What choice does he really have? Unless… he doesn’t truly love you?”

You stood, fuming.

Crowley shrugged. “Now, I’ve got to be going. If you need anything, just ring that bell.” He motioned to a bell on the bedside table. Then he stepped from the room, shutting the door behind him.

The moment the door shut, you sprang forward, rushing at the door. You turned the handle but the door refused to budge. You pounded on the door.

“Crowley, let me out of here!”

“In time, love. Now, you’ll wear yourself out if you keep this up for much longer. Just settle down. Relax. Watch some Netflix. The new season of Orange is the New Black is out.”

You pounded on the door a little more before checking the rest of the room, looking for any sort of exit.

You were sealed in.

You patted your pockets and found that your phone had been taken away as well.

‘Dean’s gonna be pissed,’ you thought as you sat down on the edge of the bed.


Dean searched the entire bar for you, but you were nowhere to be found.

“She’s not here, Squirrel.”

Dean spun around, facing Crowley. “Where is she, Crowley?”

“She’s safe. Now listen,”

“No, you listen. You bring her back right now or I swear to God–”

“Squirrel. Calm down. She’s safe, I promise.” Crowley studied Dean. “You want proof?” Crowley pulled out a cell phone, dialing a number. “Y/N? There’s someone who would like to speak to you.”

Dean grabbed the phone out of Crowley’s hand. “Y/N, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Dean.”

“Where are you?”

“Some room in Crowley’s lair, I think.”

Dean stared at Crowley. “Are you hurt?”


“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll get you out of there.”

Crowley took his phone back, shoving it in his pocket. “Satisfied?”

“That’s not the word I’d use.”

“Listen,” Crowley said, taking a step toward Dean. “You help me out with a little problem I’m having and she’ll be returned, safe and sound.”

Dean knew that he didn’t really have a choice.


Time moved slowly in Hell.

Occasionally, a servant of Crowley’s would appear, bringing you food, seeming to know your favorites and your cravings. You denied the meals at first, but soon hunger won over.

You didn’t know how long you’d been stuck in the room—days, you were guessing. Maybe weeks. You hoped Dean was safe.

One day, you heard an argument down the hall. You checked the door, out of habit, but found it actually opened.

You stuck your head out into the hall before stepping out, following the sound of the voices.

Turning a corner, you found Crowley arguing with one of his lackeys, who had apparently cornered him.

“You really think you can get away with this?” Crowley asked. “I own you. You work for me.”

“That’s what you think,” the lackey said. He jumped at Crowley, pushing him against the wall, a blade against his throat.

“You really don’t want to do this,” Crowley said, eyes burning.

“Don’t I?”

You found a blade in your waistband. Without hesitation, you pulled it out and stabbed it into the demon. It screeched, dropping its own blade before disappearing into a cloud of black smoke.

Crowley stared at you as he brushed his suit off. “Well. That was…”

You glanced down at the blade in your hand. You could easily slam it into Crowley, finish the other demon’s work.

Instead, you flipped it up in the air, catching it gingerly. You held it out to Crowley, handle towards him.

Crowley carefully took the knife from you, slipping it into his coat. “I suppose a ‘thank you’ is in order.”

You shrugged. Did it really matter? You were still stuck here.

Crowley watched as you turned and walked back down the hall, heading back to your room. He followed, watching as you shut yourself away again.

Perhaps… he’d been wrong about you.

Thread pt 8

“And I a mum. It is strange,” she agreed. Amelia went over to the pack of seals, laying down on her back, initiating seal games. They barked loudly and clapped their fins. “I used to do this all the time. One of us would lie down and the others would drum their stomach. Of course, they know to be gentle,” she said as the seals gently patted her stomach.