texts from crowley

Merry Christmas

Fandom: Supernatural

Word count: 1481


Gif belongs to @ruledbyvillains.

“You busy?” was the first text Crowley received from you after a week of silence.

It was a busy week for him and he rarely had time to take a rest or check on you. He hesitated for a moment before writing back, actually curious what would you want from him. You two have never been too close and it was unusual for you to write to him. You only had his number because a long while ago he insisted you were gonna need it when your evenings became lonely. Yes, it was weak and out of character from him, but at that time he had tried really hard to become closer to you and he took every opportunity to do it. Besides, it worked, much to his surprise. Of course, you laughed the whole time and certainly didn’t take it seriously, but it didn’t matter at that moment.

Not really,” he wrote back, pushing the closest pile of documents away from him.

“Wanna work a little magic and help me survive?”

He furrowed his eyebrows, his concern immediately rising up. He stood up, teleporting right to the bunker he was almost sure you were supposed to be in.

The darkness surrounded him without warning and fear struck him hard. He was sure he was in the bunker, but had no way of seeing it.

“Darling?” he shouted, trying to move forward, but he hit his knee on something very hard and very unexpected.

“Crowley?” you asked surprised, coming into the room from the corridor. You used the flashlight in your phone to illuminate him.

“You said it was something important.” He shielded his eyes.

“Yeah, the whole electricity is out and the Boysband is in town, but I didn’t think you would come in right now. Can you do something about it?”

He sighed, snapping his fingers with a tired look on his face. The light almost blinded you.

“Woah, thanks,” you blinked a few times, turning your phone off. “If I knew you would do this so quickly, I wouldn’t have dived in all those wires.”

“You are welcome,” he smiled, turning around. He noticed a few cheap-looking Christmas decorations hanging on the walls. It took him a while to recall what time of year it already was. Hell’s business could be more absorbing than it sounded.

“Yeah, I know,” you noticed the look on his face, passing by him to the chimney to light it up. “I wanted to feel a little bit of Christmas but was also too lazy to do something more about it, so please avoid this poor embodiment of my defeat.”

Crowley chuckled, taking a seat at one of the armchairs. He snapped his fingers again and a glass of whisky popped into his hand.

“I have never taken you as one to celebrate something like this,” he said, observing your actions. You shrugged.

“It’s not that I like Christmas for the opportunity to wish God happy birthday. I just like the atmosphere in general, you know, the happiness and being nice to everyone and this feeling that for those few days nothing bad is allowed to happen. And the snow, OH MY GOD, THE SNOW, I love the snow,” you clutched your heart dramatically.

Crowley smiled, adoring the way your whole attitude lit up, almost in a childish way. You hissed, moving away from the chimney when the fire finally started, burning your fingers. You fell on the other armchair, settling in a more comfortable position under your blanket.

“So… when will the boys be back?” Crowley asked.

“They have called some time ago. It looks like they won’t be back for a few days. They let me stay in the bunker, so I won’t have to wander between some dubious motels. That’s the best Christmas present ever, if you ask me,” you said jokingly, but Crowley took a mental note to himself, looking back at his drink.

“I know a few better,” he smiled softly.

“Right, ‘cause you celebrate it every year and party till morning,” you teased, chuckling.

He smiled, shrugging. You yawned, melting in the pleasant feeling of erupting heat.

“It’s late,” he noticed. “You should go to sleep.”

“Sure, mum.”

“I’m serious.”

“Right… But shouldn’t you also be busy?” you raised your eyebrow sceptically. “I’m not the one ruling Hell. I may be as lazy as I wish to be.”

“Let’s say I’m taking a short leave of absence and hope nothing crashes when I’m out.”

“Sounds cool. You want some tea? I wanted to bake some cookies, but the electricity showed me the middle finger, so there is nothing edible I have to offer,” you asked him casually, surprising him.

“Well, darling, if you didn’t notice, I’m a demon and demons don’t need any food,” Crowley snickered with disbelief.

“But you drink.”

“I like the taste.”

“So do you want some tea? I’ve got something good.”

His laugh stopped when he noticed that you were serious. It was the first time in centuries he was offered something for free. It was a simple gesture from you but the sudden realisation hit him hard, leaving him with the lack of words for once.

“Yes, please,” he cleared his throat, hiding his thoughts from reflecting on his face.

“You take sugar?” you shout from the kitchen a few moments later.


He took advantage of being alone to think about what exactly he was doing right now. You wanted him to help you, that’s why you texted. This is how it has always worked – someone wanted something from him so he summoned him whenever it was needed. The Winchesters, the people desiring something so much they would sell their souls for it, the demons. But after that – he wasn’t neither needed nor welcome anymore. No thank you, no see you later. That’s how the world worked, or so he believed.

Sure, you called him to help you, but who else could you call? Crowley stopped at that thought, remembering everything he had learned about you. The two of you have spoken many times and that didn’t make you friends, but he also couldn’t consider you an enemy. He barely knew anything about your life, but he was almost sure you didn’t have anyone else besides the Winchesters. And him. This thought felt different.

You were always so kind to everyone, yet they tended to turn you down. Crowley corrected himself – you have always been nice to him – that was more important to him. You even asked him nicely if he had some free time.

You treated him like a human. Like any other person and not the King of Hell, the worst demon of them all.

“Here it is,” you surprised him, coming back with two cups of delicious smelling liquid. You handed him one of the cups with a smile that made everything else slow down for a moment.

“Is it good?” you asked as he took the first sip, almost nervous.

“Why do you care?” he answered more harshly than he intended.

“Why would I not?” you tilted your head. “I made it. If it’s shit, it’s my fault, because Sam was able to make it taste delicious a few days ago.”

Crowley snorted, looking down.

“Besides, you’re my buddy,” you added. The honest undertone in your voice made Crowley question his doubts.

He looked up at you. You looked so peaceful, illuminated by warm light, buried under your blanket. No lies, no acting. Something he grew to believe was unavailable for him.

He sipped the tea.

“It’s not that bad.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

The next day, you were woken up by noises coming from the kitchen. You yawned, stretching on your bed. It was a hard decision, but you finally decided to get out of your room and yell at the unexpected (and stupid) burglar. To your surprise, the well-known boys smiled brightly at you.

“Merry Christmas,” Sam said, unpacking some bags.

“Weren’t you supposed to… not be there?” you asked semi-conscious, desperately trying to remember if you fell in a few days long coma.

Dean chuckled, getting around you to take something.

“Yeah, but we were lucky and made it back faster. It was almost a miracle, if you ask me… Oh, and by the way, if that’s how you cope with loneliness, maybe we should leave you more often?”

The Winchesters laughed and you pinched your skin to make sure you weren’t dreaming. Having no idea what were they talking about, you made your way through the hallway and to the room Dean gestured to. You held your breath.

A true Christmas tree. And the lights. And the decorations you wouldn’t be able to afford or even find.

And a small package left on one of the armchairs.

“Merry Christmas,” said the note.

“Merry Christmas,” you whispered to yourself.

Moose Gets Jealous, part 2


Part 1



Moose likes you, Y/N. And you like him. I think I finally kicked his ass into gear. You’re welcome.

You kept reading over the text from Crowley. It had been over a week and nothing had changed between you and Sam. Sure, your heart still fluttered when he was around. Sure, he always had a cute little smile ready for you. Sure, you’d recently spent an evening curled up together on the couch, watching a horrible remake of Friday the 13th.

But there was still no change.

You and Sam had found the soul Crowley was looking for. It was currently in a lockbox, kind of like the trap from Ghostbusters.

“I’m surprised Crowley hasn’t come to get his prize yet,” Sam noted, watching the box tremble with the power of the soul caught inside.

“I’ll text him,” you said.

Sam’s brow creased. “You… have his number?”

You shrugged, feeling as if you’d been caught sneaking around. Sam didn’t say anything; he simply turned his attention back to the box.

Found the soul, you typed.

Wonderful. I’ll be there in an hour. Make sure the wardings are off.

There’s something I want you to do for me once I give you the soul.

Color me intrigued.


Sam and Dean looked up as you stepped into the living room.

“Whoa,” Dean said. “What’s with the get-up?”

“I…” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Nothing.”

“Knock, knock,” a voice called. “Anybody home?”

“Crowley, what the hell are you doing here?” Dean asked.

“Easy, Squirrel. I’m not here for you. This time.”

Dean sneered.

“Here,” Sam said, standing and handing the trap to Crowley.

“Thanks, Moose. But that’s only part of what I’m here for.”


Crowley turned his gaze to you. “You look lovely, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

Crowley stepped over to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Come,” he said, holding his arm out to you. “Let’s go.”

“Where the hell do you think we’re going?” both Winchesters asked.

“Y/N and I have a date,” Crowley explained. “Part of the payment for you hunting down this soul for me.”

“Y/N?” Sam asked, turning to you.

“Don’t worry, Moose,” Crowley said. “There’s love in my unbeating heart for you, too. But she asked first.”

The Winchesters watched as you disappeared down the hall with Crowley. Dean then turned his attention to his brother.

“You really gonna let that happen?”

Sam stood dumbfounded for a few moments.

“Go, jackass,” Dean said, giving his brother a shove.

Sam’s legs carried him down the hall, picking up speed. He burst through the door, stepping outside just as Crowley was opening a limo door for you. “Wait!”

You and Crowley turned.

“What do you want, Moose? We’ve got a reservation.”

“You’re not going anywhere with her, Crowley.”


Sam looked at you, a small sheepish look on his face. “I… I can’t let you do this, Y/N. I can’t imagine you dating someone else… especially not Crowley.”

“Right here, Moose.”

“Shut it, Crowley.”

“Sam, I’m not dating him. It’s just dinner.”

“Let me take you to dinner. Please. Let me…”

“Let you what?”

“Let me show you off. You look… fantastic.”

You bit your lip, staring up at Sam through your lashes.

Crowley smiled, stepping away from the limo. “Have fun, you two.”

“I… what?” Sam asked.

“Go, Moose. Don’t question my generosity.” Crowley looked Sam up and down. “But first…” With a snap of his fingers, Crowley changed Sam’s flannel and jeans into a nice navy suit.

Sam cleared his throat. “Thanks, Crowley.”

Crowley nodded before disappearing into the night. Sam looked down at you.

“Well… shall we?”

“We shall,” you said with a smile.

Anon asked: Hi! I love your writing and have a request, if you dont mind. its a little weird but idk. college au destiel, dean and cas have been friends since they were kids. cas loves dean, but he tries to deny it cuz dean is “straight.” one of deans crazy exs mass texts his nudes as revenge. cas accidently sees them cuz someone texts him them and he cant deny his crush anymore. problem: dean has no shame in the pictures and girls flock to him because of them. jealous cas. you finish it… :)

Castiel groaned as the buzzing of his phone woke him up. He reached a hand out from under his blanket and groped around for it. When he finally found it, he had to squint against the blinding light.

There was a new text from Crowley with a picture attached.

‘Merry Christmas, Darling.’ Castiel tapped the screen to open the picture attachments, then abruptly dropped his phone again.

Pictures of Dean. Naked pictures of Dean. Pictures of him touching himself and standing fully erect in front of his mirror.

“Oh my God,” Cas kicked his blankets away and got out of bed. He went across the hall to Dean’s room and threw the door open. “Get up!”


Castiel threw his phone on the bed an watched as Dean’s eyes went wide.

“That crazy bitch!”

Castiel didn’t need to ask who he was talking about. Throughout the span of Dean’s dating experience, he had only went out with one girl that would do this. Bela Talbot.

“Crowley sent that to me,” Cas said. “I’m guess almost everyone has seen them by now.”


For all his cursing and panicking, Dean didn’t get out of bed. What could he do now? He’d just have to own up to it and hope the fall out wasn’t too bad.


“Call me sometime.”

Dean grinned at the gorgeous red head as she slipped him her number. He watched her sashay away, then turned to Castiel, who he was having lunch with.

“That’s like the tenth one today!” Dean said, tucking the slip of paper into his jacket.

“That’s great, Dean,” Castiel said, looking down at his plate. He was jealous at how easily girls could come up to Dean and flirt. He wondered what would happen if tried the same thing.“

"What’s up?”

Castiel suppressed a sigh. Dean knew his face too well after years of reading it.

“Nothing,” Cas mumbled. It’s not like he could tell Dean what was really wrong. That Castiel was in love with him and had been since their freshman year of high school.

“C'mon, Cas. You can tell me anything.”

“Really, it’s nothing. I just have a test coming up that I’m worried about.” Cas glanced at his watch. “Speaking of, I’m late my study session with Crowley.”

He stood and gathered his bag and coat.

“I’ll see you tonight,” He called over his shoulder, not stopping to hear Dean’s goodbye.


“Why did you send me those pictures?” Cas asked miserably, staring up at Crowley’s ceiling.

“I figured it would would be the only way you’d ever see Dean Winchester naked, seeing as you’re too big of baby to get him there yourself.”

“He’s straight.”

“Right, and I’m the king of Hell.”

“My own personal Hell.”

Crowley threw a pen at him and Castiel sat up.

“Are we going to study or are you going to angst all night?” Crowley demanded. “Because if it’s the latter, I’m going to need to be drunk.”

They ended up sprawled across Crowley’s bed, passing a bottle between them.

“We’ve been best friends since we were six,” Castiel said. “He should have noticed by now, right?”

“It’s dark in the closet.” Castiel snickered.

“Do you think he’ll hate me if I tell him?” Castiel took a pull from the bottle. “The worst that could happen is that he kicks me out and never talks to me again, right?”

“If he does, my bed is always open.”

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” Castiel pushed himself up from the bed and swayed a little before picking up his bag. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Castiel spent the trek across campus wondering what to say to Dean. Could he tell him how he felt? What would Dean do if he did? Castiel couldn’t lose him after so long.

He was still worrying over it when he opened the door to his and Dean’s apartment. Dean was on the couch, kissing a pretty brunette. They both looked up when Castiel walked in.

“I’m sorry!” Castiel said. “I’ll leave.”

“I should actually go,” The girl said. “I’ll see you around.”

Cas’s stomach burned with jealousy as she leaned down to kiss him again. He moved out of the way so that she could leave.

“I’m really sorry,” Castiel said, when the door closed behind her. “If I had known I would have went somewhere else.”

“You live here, too,” Dean shrugged. “I thought that you were spending the night at Crowley’s.”

“Why would I do that?”

“He’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?”

“No,” Cas said, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Why would Dean think that?

“You’re with him all the time.”

“I’m with you more,” Castiel pointed out. “Besides I'm– I like someone else.”

“Really?” He cursed his alcohol addled brain but nodded. “Who?”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s never going to happen, even if he wasn’t straight, he wouldn’t want me.”

“Cas, come on–”

“Why would you?” Dean stared at him for a moment and Castiel realized what he said. “I–”

His excuse was cut off by Dean’s mouth on his. Cas sighed against his lips, allowing Dean’s tongue into his mouth.

“How long?” Dean asked.

“Years.” Cas murmured. He looked up into Dean’s eyes. “You kissed me.”

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for weeks, but I thought that you and Crowley…”

Castiel kissed him again, loving the feeling of Dean’s lips on his.

“Let’s go do something,” Dean said, when they broke apart again.

“Right now?” It was after midnight on a Tuesday. Castiel was already going to be hungover, but he know that he’d follow Dean anywhere.

“I want everyone to know that I’m with you,” Dean said, holding his face in his hands. Castiel smiled.


Dean flicked off the light as they walked out the door, then caught Castiel’s fingers in his as they walked down the hall together.