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ilycxss · 2 years

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Castiel as Lucifer x F!Reader

You know that Lucifer is in Castiel, but come on, this is the last of your problems. You always had a crush on Castiel but also on Lucifer, now that the two of them became just one, you can have your trip for the paradise.

tw: Manipulation, blood, cussing, daddy kink, mentions of sex, aftercare.

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Well, you were at the bunker, reading some random books that Sammy recommended to you. It was a boring time, cause you were alone. The boys were hunting some shapeshifter at Ohio so was just you, books and the internet. You felt another presence in the bunker. It was strong and with a mixed aura. You knew exactly who was it. “Hello?” You said. “Hi, sweetie.” Here he was, Castiel. Or Lucifer? The two of them. “W-what are you doing here? Weren’t you supposed to be with the boys?” Y/n exclaimed. “Oh let’s don’t play pretend right now, okay? You know exactly who i am, don’t you?” He said it with a smirk in his face, and you too have a smirk in your face aswell. “See? You’re not that silly like Castiel thinks you are. I can see behind those sweet big eyes you have, my dear. And i gotta say, you’re the baddest, you know?” Lucifer approached. “Stay away.” You gave a step back. “Oh you don’t want me to stay away from you, dear. I know how bad you want me. In Castiel’s vessel still? I can give you the bliss.” He said convinced. It was true. You wanted to feel him so bad inside you, but you couldn’t. You wish you could, but come on! It’s Lucifer. He will cause the death of you someday with all that sarcasm and all that charm he got. All of this combined with Castiel’s body? He wasn’t wrong when he said that he could give you the bliss. “Lucifer! Stay away! I’ll call my brothers if you don’t!” You threatened. “Oh you wouldn’t dare, little girl.” Lucifer said bringing a hand up to Y/n’s hair and janking her head back down, forcing you to make eye contact with him. “What’s the matter, huh? Why can’t you just kick me out from that old ass bunker? Oh! I think i know. Do you mind if i tell you?” He said with a sarcasm tone in his voice. “You want me to be inside you so bad, don’t you?” He whispered in you ear. “Now tell me, i wanna hear you saying it.” He pulled your chin. You were looking in his eyes. Those big blue eyes of Castiel were the best thing you have ever sawed in you whole life. That voice, the way he had control over you. “Come on, kitten. Don’t make me wait more to hear the magical words in your pretty mouth, k?” He said and you swallowed hard. “Or do you want me to put Castiel in control? Well, he’s not good as i am but i think he can do it. Or you would be ashamed of confessing your passion for the silly little angel? Oh! Sorry! I just did it for you. Now say it.” Shit. He screwed all up. “F-fuck you!” You said. “No no no my darling. You said the wrong word. I want you to say “fuck me, daddy.”” You were wet as fuck in that moment, Lucifer was still holding your chin, he was almost kissing you, but he wouldn’t, you know he wouldn’t. “Come on, Y/n! That’s not a hard job. You can do it, baby.” He exclaimed “Don’t call me baby you little shit!” Lucifer laugh. “Little shit? What’s this? An compliment? You know, i always wanted to make out with you too. But all those big mans defending you? Hell nah, i wouldn’t be stupid. I was in a weak vessel, the old man couldn’t even be standing up without crack his knees.” He joked, and well, you laughed because it was kinda truth. But still, you were vulnerable to him, one of his hands now was on your waist, moving it in circles to your hips. “Come on, doll. Say it. I promise i won’t tell anyone. But yeah you know, Cass will know it.” He was pleasing you but you had to fight it. Soon your brothers would be at home, and it wasn’t going to be a good idea having their little sister and the Lucifer making out in the living room. “Go away, Lucifer! I won’t!” You said. “Oh my father! You’re so hard to deal. Come on, i’m in Castiel’s body now. That’s a good thing, don’t you think? All you need to do is say the words i need you to say. We both know what do you want. I can read your silly little mind. And there’s two things in there right know. “Cass, fuck me!” And “Daddy, fuck me!” Now, is the “Daddy” Me, or Castiel?” He released you. Now you were beneath him because of the heights. “Screw you, Lucifer!” You was mad. All the rights. Castiel didn’t know about the crush you had on him.

And well, now he did.

“You know, pumpkin, i’m getting tired of waiting for you to say. I am a bad guy but i won’t do that stupid thing that humans call r4pe. But i’ll let a mark on you, your doggies will know who was there, with their sweet little girl.” Fuck Fuck Fuck. Lucifer was cutting your belly. He wasn’t using a knife or something, he was doing it with his powers, and it hurts as a bitch. The mark Lucifer was talking about, well, was nothing less than his name craved with a heart in your belly. After that, Lucifer was gone. Castiel was standing in front of me, still choked. But as soon as he take a glance in my body covered with blood, he decide to wake up. “Hey hey hey slow down, i’ll take care of it.” The blue eyed boy said while picking you up and getting you on the couch. “Cloths, i need cloths. God where are the cloths.” He was nervous. Not because of the blood or because Lucifer was just here. He was nervous because of you. Because of your crush on him. He didn’t know what to do, cause you are literally an Winchester. He wasn’t supposed to be in love with you. After he helps you to clean yourself up, you guys were together on the living room, in completely silence. “I screwed all up, right?” You said, kinda sad. “No no no, don’t say that. Everything’s good. I’m just…you know. Trying to process all of it.” He said softly, bringing comfort to you.

After some hours, the boys finally arrived at the bunker, they saw you with cloths stewed with blood and they just run into you. “Hey, Y/n what happened?” Dean asked “Nothing…i’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.” You said knowing that your siblings already had too much problems. “Y/n.” Sam said firmly. “This is not true. Tell us the true, or we will find out.” You surrendered and took the cloths off. There it was. A big and capital L of Lucifer, and a little heart, obviously. “That motherfucker. I’ll kill him!” Dean said angry. “I’m sorry…i couldn’t do nothing to beat his ass.” You were sad. “No, don’t blame yourself sweetie. That’s fine okay? Now, go get some rest.” Sam said and you nodded.

After a good and hot shower, you were on your bed, watching silly cartoon movies, alone. Your brothers should be asleep so you didn’t have company. You heard footsteps approaching. Castiel opened your door and entered in your room, closing the door behind him. “Can i watch it with you?” He said innocently. “Yeah, of course, come here.” You said pointing to your side on the bed, the guy layed in there with you.

“I’m sorry Cass.” You said low tone, but you sure Castiel heard it. “Don’t be, sweetie. I also like you, but you’re young for me.” He wasn’t wrong. Well, you’re almost an adult now, you was going to college and stuff but you just turned nineteen. “I’m not a teenager anymore, Castiel.” You sighed. “I know. But your brothers, what do you think they will think about it?” The boy looked at you. “They will be happy, i promise. Sam and Dean, they’re not bad. They just jealous as much but they don’t care. They know you Castiel, you’re a good guy.” You said with a smile in your face. “I am but…the things that Lucifer did to you today, he was using me. Using my body. Using my memories, my voice. That was terrible even for me. I can’t forgive me.” He was really sad. “Hey, look at me.” You pulled his chin. “It wasn’t you, was Lucifer. That’s okay.” The guy smiled back. “So, can i kiss you now?” He said and you nodded.

He kissed you. You waited for so long for that moment. You guys spent the night hugging each other, giving kisses and stuff. Was the best moment of your life. You were happy, Castiel even more. It was a little fight when you two were waked up by Dean. He was happy for you guys but it was rough to swallow the idea of having his little sis and a angel of the lord dating.

#sam winchester #dean winchester #supernatural #castiel x female reader #lucifer x female reader #x y/n #fanfic #kevin tran #crowley

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teaghouls · 2 years

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Official req page

There’s a lot goin on and shit I’ve added just for fun

#art #spn #crowley #fanart #aziraphale #good omens #crowley spn #crowley supernatural #crowstiel #crowly x aziraphale #anthony j crowley #sam winchester #dean winchester #kevin tran #supernatural #supernatural fanart #castiel

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mcverse · 1 year

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Angst ∇ Fluff ♡ NSFW ✾ Dark Content ❦

m.list

DEAN WINCHESTER

— nothing yet

SAM WINCHESTER

— nothing yet

CASTIEL

— nothing yet

CROWLEY

— nothing yet

JACK KLINE

— nothing yet

CHARLIE BRADBURY

— nothing yet

KEVIN TRAN

— nothing yet

ADAM MILIGAN

— nothing yet

#supernatural #supernatural x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #crowley #castiel #charlie bradbury #jack kline #kevin tran #adam milligan

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lvckyuh · 1 year

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I can’t explain how I want to do a Raymond and Kevin, Good Omens au

But Shawn x Raymond is pretty much that but obviously different afterlife situations

Oh well I like, and I have a lot of Shawn x Raymond ideas so I’ll just do it anyways

#Shawn tgp #kevin x raymond #3am Drabble draft #Micheal’s reaction to Shawn having a boyfriend would be astronomical #honestly I have many au ideas but I’m keeping it simple with demon x Angel and cowboyz #i do like the au of Kevin in the nypd #omg and Shawn loves Gertie the way Crowley loves his Bentley #good omens #b99

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britishneonjello · 8 months

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I saw your OC post and AAAHH I ABSOLUTELY LOVE GAZARDIEL!!! I love his ‘Do you love the color of the sky’-esque hair! (Also, I noticed his clothes were kinda trans color-coded, was that on purpose?)

HELLO !! :))))) His hair was my favorite part to color! His outfit colors were just pulled from the sunrise palette I made, but I'm sure if you asked him he would say "Heaven yes Trans Pride 🫡" and flick his ponytail over over his shoulder✨️

Thank you for the ask I cry :*))))))))))

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huggybearsunshine · 2 years

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Things We Left Behind Part 23

[The Great Escapist] Takes place during 8x21. Sam’s health is declining rapidly so Dean takes it upon himself to get help.

“You’re leaving?” Dean’s chin dropped and eyebrows knit together in dread.

“Temporarily,” she assured him, sliding in across the table and taking his folded hands into hers, “My djinn dream… I saw my mom again, and there’s something I think I need to do…”

“Do you need any help?” Dean offered with full sincerity.

“Sam needs you more right now,” she replied darkly as he nodded, knowing she was right.

“Be safe and get back here as soon as you can,” he graveled.

“Before you can even miss me,” she winked.

“I already miss you,” he admitted softly.

She cupped his face with a sweet smile before standing up, “Be back soon.”

“Better be,” he looked at her pointedly, “Cas know?”

“Talked to him before you,” she smirked, “Needed to work my way up to telling you.”

“Yeah, save the needy friend for last, huh?” he looked away.

“No, I’m just gonna miss you the most, scarecrow,” she responded softly.

“Well, go on then, Dorothy!” he cleared his throat and schooled his expression, “Get gone before I decide to chase after you.”

A smile curled her lips and she hugged him before disappearing into the hallway with her bag thrown over her shoulder.

Dean sat for a moment before he found himself up and moving toward the stove. And within a half hour, he had a bowl in his hand and was headed toward Sam’s room with it.

He knocked softly, receiving a ‘yeah’ in response before entering.

“I uh, made soup,” he glanced down before giving his brother a shrug, “Thought it might help with the-“

He waved his hand and gestured vaguely toward him.

“What’s in it?” Sam arched his back to try to see into the dish.

“Meat, veggies, broth… you want it?” he presented the meal forward.

“Yeah, sure,” Sam warmed slightly, “You talk to Charlie?”

“Yeah, she just left,” he nodded as he placed the bowl in Sam’s hands.

“Yeah,” Sam offered softly, “Thanks by the way… for the soup.”

“No problem,” Dean sniffed and his posture stiffened.

He clapped Sam on the shoulder, causing some of the broth from the bowl to spill out.

“Oops,” he cringed, “Sorry.”

Sam’s smile turned suddenly and he grabbed at his trash can by the bed, holding it to his face as he leaned over.

Dean grabbed the soup from him before it could spill and watched in horror as he began to throw up blood.

“Sam?” his voice cracked as he practically slammed the bowl down onto the nearest surface and placed a hand on his brother’s back.

“I’m okay,” Sam assured him as soon as he could but Dean wasn’t buying it.

“No, we gotta hurry this shit along,” he looked around and grabbed the man a towel, “Cas!”

The Angel appeared, “What’s wrong?”

“We need the last trial…” he turned to him with desperate eyes, “Now.”

“Kevin,” Cas called out as he appeared at the door to room 20.

“What’s happening?” the door swung open to a frantic-looking prophet.

“It’s Sam,” Cas answered, eyes wide with worry.

“I’m not ready, I-“ Kevin ran a hand through his hair, “With half a tablet, I haven’t been able to-“

The sound of wings rustled before he found them both now standing in Sam’s room.

“I can walk, you know?” Kevin huffed.

“We need the other half,” Cas looked to Dean, ignoring Kevin’s complaint.

“There’s not enough time for that, but I might have… something,” Sam coughed, “I’ve been going through your notes, and I keep seeing this symbol…”

He stood on shaky legs and Cas reached for him but was waved off.

“The signature…” Kevin nodded, “For the scribe…”

“Yeah, I think I’ve seen it before,” Sam nodded, “A long time ago in one of my humanities courses at Stanford…”

He took off toward the library as the other followed behind.

“They taught Word of God at Stanford?” Dean scoffed as he rounded into the library behind him.

“It was an overview of Native American art,” Sam rolled his eyes as he searched for a particular book, “It’s a petroglyph, I think…”

“A petro-what now?” Dean’s face scrunched.

“This one belonged to a tiny tribe in Colorado,” he slammed the book down onto the table as the others gathered around him, “It says here, they held onto their scrap of mountains when all the other tribes fell to the white man, and this glyph was a territorial marker… Closest translation being ‘messenger of God’… Dean, I think we need to go there.”

“On that hunch?” Dean’s brows rose as he crossed his arms, “You can barely function.”

“And I’m only getting worse the longer we sit here,” Sam stood straighter as he turned to him, “Without the other half of the tablet, we’re just sitting ducks!”

“And you think Metatron is hiding in the mountains of Colorado?” Cas asked with a furrow to his brow.

“I do,” he turned to him, steel to his gaze.

“Fine, we’ll go,” Dean gave in, “You,” he turned to Cas, placing a hand on his shoulder and looking pointedly into his eyes, “Don’t let Kevin out of your sight ‘til we get back.”

“Dean, you can’t face down an Angel on your own with Sam in this state!” he argued back, “The bunker is safe enough, I should go with you.”

“Come here,” Dean pulled him aside until they were away from the others enough, “I don’t think we’re gonna find anything, and if something happened while we were gone…” he shook his head at the thought.

“I know,” Cas touched his chest, “But if something happened to you…”

“I’ll be careful, and I’ll be quick,” he held his neck just under his ear, a strength and assurance to the grip, “I promise.”

“We have a tendency to break that promise,” Cas swayed, his voice as uncertain as his movement.

“Not this time,” Dean tried for charm but there was far too much rawness to the tone, “But I have to do it, okay? It’s Sammy.”

“I know,” Cas swallowed, unnecessary for an Angel but there it was regardless.

Dean ran his thumb quickly over Cas’ cheek before turning back to the others.

“Let’s go,” he nodded to the other hunter and the two departed swiftly from the room.

“Hey,” Dean called back, earning Castiel’s attention, and without even a glance toward the others, he let the words fall, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Dean,” Cas’ voice was tight as he returned the sentiment.

Sam clapped the Angel on the shoulder as he passed him, smile tugging up on his worn face.

“Sam, I hope Metatron can help,” Cas nodded to him.

“Yeah, fingers crossed,” he joked before following up the stairs and out the door.

And as soon as it closed, Cas turned to find Kevin right behind him.

“So how long til you’re going after him?” he asked astutely.

“Not long,” he pulled his phone out.

“Who you calling?” the prophet’s head tilted.

“The vampire,” Cas rolled his eyes.

“Castiel,” the accented voice rang out from the speaker on the cell, “Didn’t expect to hear from you!”

“Benny, I…” the Angel cringed, “I need a favor.”

“I’m full of ‘em,” the voice returned, “Whatcha need?”

“That seemed intense in there…” Sam waited to speak until they were down the road a bit, “You okay?”

“This is all really new for Cas,” Dean admitted, keeping his eyes on the lines disappearing under Baby’s hood, “Everything’s intense, but… in a good way- I think… I mean, definitely good for me, but I think it’s really scary for him…”

“But not for you?” Sam asked with a skeptical brow.

“Yeah, I don’t know, maybe a little for me too…” Dean’s brows furrowed, “I said some things the other night… I don’t know what to do about it…”

“Did you mean it?” Sam turned curiously.

“A little…” he answered truthfully.

“Bad things?” Sam pressed.

“Told him I thought he made me weak,” Dean ran a hand over his mouth after the words as if trying to wipe any remnants of them away.

“Hm,” Sam huffed, drawing a questioning eye toward himself from his brother at the wheel, “I think he does the opposite actually.”

“Really?” Dean turned back to the safety of staring at the road.

“Without a doubt, Dean, yeah,” there was laughter in Sam’s words, not mocking but just light and happy.

“Thanks, man,” he nodded back, “Think I might’ve needed that.”

“Thank you,” Cas looked away from him to say it as the vampire entered the bunker and the pair descended the stairs together, “For your help.”

“And what exactly am I helping with again?” he chuckled.

“I need to go to Colorado to keep an eye on Sam and Dean, but I don’t want to leave Kevin here without protection,” Cas explained simply.

“Ah, so I’m the protection,” Benny surmised.

“Yes, I’m hoping nothing goes awry and I can be back quickly, but-“

“When do things not go awry,” Benny finished for him.

“Yes, exactly,” Cas deflated a bit before Benny surprised him with a nudge to his shoulder.

Cas straightened a bit before turning toward Kevin again.

“I’m sorry,” his eyes softened.

“Hey, don’t sweat it,” he waved him off, “I’d do the same thing… Maybe not for Dean,” he grinned teasingly, “But right person? I’d already be gone.”

“And I should be,” he schooled the impact of their words from his expression, “Be back soon.”

And with that, he was gone, the air whirling around them as some papers from a nearby table flew into the air and drifted back down.

He was there ahead of them and for good reason. He wanted to vet Metatron before they reached him to see where his allegiance fell, and he could sense him as he neared the building.

He didn’t stop, but headed directly for the stairs and toward the room where he knew he would find the scribe.

“I know you,” he heard behind him, once he was fully in the room, “Castiel, Angel of Thursday, yes?”

“Yes,” he turned, “And you’re Metatron. The scribe of God.”

“How did you find me?” Metatron asked as he stepped out further into the light.

“A very intelligent human named Sam found you, actually,” Cas replied with pride.

“And where is this human?” Metatron looked around them.

“Not here yet,” Cas stepped forward, testing the boundaries, “I wanted to make sure it was safe for them.”

“For the human,” he looked at him skeptically.

“And his brother, yes,” Cas’ face gave nothing away, remaining emotionless as stone.

This seemed to intrigue Metatron who also stepped forward, “Why would an Angel care about these humans? Are they important?”

“Very,” Cas answered almost like a threat.

“To which side?” Metatron furthered.

“To me,” Cas clarified.

“Fascinating,” the scribe’s face lit up.

“What happened… in purgatory?” Sam ventured cautiously, “I know you said it was… freer, somehow…”

“What are you asking me?” Dean’s brow dipped.

“I don’t know… I guess I’m just curious…” Sam looked almost nervous as he fumbled, “You’ve always been so closed off…“

“Sam, if you say closeted I swear to god-“

“No, Dean, I mean…” Sam’s eyes snapped toward him and away again, “What changed for you? Was it… was it that I wasn’t there for you to have to take care of or worry about..?”

“What?” Dean’s gaze snapped quickly from the road to the passenger’s seat, “No, it was… Jesus, okay, we’re doing this…” he adjusted in his seat, “I didn’t know there was a way out and then Cas disappeared immediately after we got there… He was all I had and I just became laser-focused on finding him…” he cleared his throat, “He’s all I could think about… and when I found him…”

“Yeah, happiest moment of your life,” Sam’s lip tilted up at the side, “I remember…”

“He decided he was going to stay… penance or whatever… He told me I was good and I deserved to get out, but that he had to pay the price for his failures… Then he…” Dean was lost in the road and his memory as a far away look set into his eye, “He said he was never going to forget me… that he just wanted me to know how cared for I was, and he kissed me. Practically pushed me through that portal after that.”

“Wow, I didn’t think Cas had it in him…” Sam shook his head, “That’s some pretty romantic stuff…”

“Yeah,” Dean responded simply, “He does that.”

“You did that… all of that…” Metatron asked at the edge of the chair he had found himself in, “For one human man?”

“Yes, which is why I am no longer aligned with heaven, but Metatron, I need to know who you are aligned with,” Cas implored, a seriousness to his stare.

The scribe looked him up and down curiously, “I’m not against you and your humans, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“So, you’ll help them?” he clarified.

“Yes, I will help them,” Metatron agreed, “As much as I can.”

“You will?” Cas looked surprised by his answer, “Why?”

“Because that sounds like an amazing story, and I want to hear more about it,” he walked passed him toward a chair.

The seraph’s eyes followed as he sank into the seat, “So I can… trust you.”

He said it like the words tasted bad coming out of his mouth.

“Yes, Castiel,” he nodded slowly, eyes seeming to try to piece the Angel together but falling short on the entirety of him, “No harm will come to your humans. Not from my hand.”

“Their names are Sam and Dean,” Cas informed him.

“When will they be here?” the scribe asked, but before Cas could answer, they heard Sam’s voice down the hallway, louder than usual and carrying to the point where even without angelic hearing, the pair would have known they were coming.

Cas vanished, appearing outside of the room as the brothers entered it. However, a creak in the floorboard alerted him to another presence.

“Castiel, what an unexpected surprise,” the familiar cockney voice spoke up behind him.

“Crowley,” Cas practically hissed, “What are you doing here?”

“I just had some eyes on the lumberjack twins there- should’ve known you wouldn’t be far behind,” the demon snarked as their eyes met, “I have a colleague that will be just chuffed to see you.”

“Who-?” Cas started to ask before everything went black.

“Sam and Dean, I presume,” Metatron stepped out in front of them as they neared the center of the room.

“Good, you know who we are,” Dean acknowledged, “Saves us some time.”

“And which one are you?” the Angel’s eyes focused on him in a heavy way.

“Dean,” the hunter said it like a threat.

“Ah, yes,” Metatron remarked, “You seem very much like a Dean.”

“I’m gonna take that as a compliment,” he remarked back, brushing it off to move the interaction along, “Got some questions for ya.”

“I think I may have some for you as well,” Metatron grinned.

“You managed to evade me for some time, didn’t you Castiel?” Naomi came into focus as Cas’ eyes blinked the fog away, “Or should I say Cas? You aren’t really ‘of God’ anymore, are you?”

“Naomi,” the Seraph growled, pulling at his arms to find them held by two other angels.

“No, you only serve Dean Winchester now,” she grimaced, looming over him with a sick enjoyment in her glare.

“More like servicing,” Crowley circled around into view, tugging at his cuff before brushing the shoulder of his jacket off with the back of his hand, “I hate when you do that…” he asided to Naomi, “I feel… blessed.”

He made a face of disgust as the last word left his mouth before his eyes returned to Cas again.

“What could’ve possibly brought you two together?” Cas’ brows dropped.

“We both had our reasons for following your boy toy,” Crowley shrugged, “Kept running into each other so we decided to pool our resources.”

“And how’s that going?” Cas’ eyes found Naomi’s.

“Bloody,” she sneered.

This pulled Cas’ attention away from the pair to notice the various bodies around the room. They were in a restaurant. Biggerson’s, Cas believed he recalled.

“We were supposed to be their shepherds,” he shook his head, “Not their murderers.”

“Not always, Angel,” she snapped back, “There was that day back in Egypt… not so long ago… where we slew every firstborn infant whose door wasn’t splashed with lamb’s blood,” her eyes met with the demon’s as she added, “And that was just P.R..”

“Well, I wasn’t there,” Cas looked down toward the floor.

“Oh, you were there,” she hissed, “You just don’t remember it.”

“How-“ his voice cracked, “How many times have you torn into my head and washed it clean?”

“Frankly, too damn many,” malice dripped from each word as she said it.

With a harsh snap of her fingers, a chair slid over and she sunk into it without breaking eye contact.

“You’re the famous spanner in the works,” she continued, “Honestly, I think you came off the line with a crack in your chassis.”

Cas’ face hardened defiantly.

“You have never done what you were told, not completely,” she looked away in disgust before continuing, “You don’t even die right, do you?”

Crowley interrupted, placing a hand on her shoulder which she glared at in utter offense.

“Where is the Angel tablet?” he released his hold on her and bellowed in Cas’ direction.

“In the words of a… good friend,” Cas smirked to himself as his eyes rose slowly to lock onto the pair, “Bite me.”

“Oh, we’ll bite,” Naomi threatened, “Don’t worry.”

Suddenly shots rang out and hit one of the Angel’s holding Cas in the arm while the other barely missed Naomi’s ear.

She whipped around in shock to the smirking demon behind her.

“Naomi, darling,” he blew the smoke away from the barrel of the gun, “This is where our plans diverge.”

“Michael and Lucifer?” Dean asked in disbelief, “They’re in the hole. Saw to it ourselves.”

“What about Gabriel? And Raphael?” Metatron added, sounding almost scared.

“Both dead,” Sam practically yelled, hands covering his ears as if in pain, “I’m sorry, could you turn that down, maybe?”

“Turn… what down?” it seemed to hit him at a delay, “Wait… you’re resonating, aren’t you? You’ve attempted the trials…” his eyes cut between the brothers in surprise, “Must be pretty far along too…”

“Wait, how do you know that?” Dean’s expression took on a firmer, defensive look.

“Get that far along, you start resonating with the word- or in this case, it’s source,” Metatron explained, then quietly to the side, “Castiel didn’t mention that.”

“What do you mean?” Dean stepped forward, suddenly not caring about the gun in the entity’s hand, “You talked to Cas?”

“Shit…” he grimaced, “Yeah, he… came by before you did… asked if I was going to hurt you…”

“Cas did… what?” Dean looked around as if half expecting to see him there.

“He was worried about where my allegiances fell,” he explained, setting the gun down on a nearby desk.

“And?” Dean pressed.

“And I told him I’d help you,” he answered back, “Seemed to believe me because he left after… I don’t think I was supposed to say…”

“Damnit Cas,” he turned away, sending a silent prayer of ‘We said we weren’t gonna do the whole behind each other’s backs thing anymore!’

“So you’re gonna help us?” Sam yelled out again.

Metatron snapped his fingers and Sam eased, pulling his hands away as the ringing stopped.

“Yes, what can I do?” the scribe clasped his hands together in front of himself.

“Tell us what the third trial is!” Dean stepped forward again, only this time in excitement.

“Oh, that’s easy,” he looked between them, “Cure a demon.”

“Demon scum,” she hissed.

“Do you like it?” he showed off the gun, “I had my R&D people melt down one of your Angel blades and cast it into bullets… seems to do the trick.”

“How dare you,” she spat back.

“I’m the daringest devil you’ve ever met, love,” he snarked.

Her eyes lit in holy fury, but he raised the gun without hesitation.

“We’ve been here before, haven’t we?” he challenged, “Let’s see who blinks first.”

The shot rang out but Naomi was gone, leaving nothing but the carnage she’d wrought and an Angel blade bullet in the wall behind her.

“Hmm,” Crowley shrugged and lowered the gun, looking almost disappointed under all that nonchalance, “Hi, Cas.”

His eyes followed the Angel and he answered the unasked question happily.

“That’s right, I got an Angel on the payroll,” he grinned toward the remaining one, “It’s that kind of universe these days, but from what I hear, you know that better than anyone…” he tisked as paced around, careful to remain in Cas’ view, “Shacking up with a human… and a Winchester at that. Must admit… I’m impressed.”

He raised the gun suddenly and shot Cas in the stomach.

The seraph let out a guttural cry and doubled over.

“Now, grab him and follow me!” he barked toward the other Angel in the room.

Dean drove with a lead foot, trying to get home as fast as he could to the point where Sam was white-knuckling the handle above the passenger’s side door and looking at him like he was crazy.

“Dean, it’s like a seven hour drive,” he offered gently.

“Not today, it isn’t,” Dean warned, and that was all that was said until they arrived.

He burst through the door and was down the stairs in a blink.

“Woah, Dean,” Benny stood in concern.

“Where is he?” he was practically frantic, “Is he here?”

“Guessin you ain’t talking about Kevin, huh?” his apprehension grew, “Cas went to find you… That’s the last I’ve seen of him.”

“Fuck!” the hunter yelled and threw everything off the table next to him before bounding back out of the bunker.

He reached the car and practically fell into the front seat.

“Don’t do this to me again, Cas,” his voice shook with his hand as he tried to get the key into the ignition.

He was about to take off when he heard the car rumble, not knowing where he was even going, but that question answered itself as a lump of tan coat appeared in the garage ahead of him.

He jumped out and ran to him, crashing to his knees and pulling the Angel into his lap.

“Cas?” the sound of his voice was pure fear as his hand came back up covered in blood.

“Dean, I’m sorry,” the Seraph’s voice gurgled as he spoke.

“Shut up,” Dean shot back before softening a bit, “What happened?”

“Naomi…” he explained, “and Crowley…”

“Together?” Dean looked surprised and disgusted in equal parts.

“Not anymore…” he winced and his hand darted toward his stomach.

“What did they do?” Dean’s grip tightened.

“Crowley thought I’d hidden the tablet inside my vessel,” he winced again as he shifted to sit up better.

“So he tore you open?” the hunter scoffed, “Remind me to return the favor. Come on, let’s get you inside.”

He stood him up with care and helped Cas into the bunker.

“Sam! Benny!” he called but they were already running up the stairs to help.

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@spuffy-destiel @destieliscanon5nov @hotsocke

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roseunspindle · 4 months

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Sam x Kevin x Samandriel would be really cute.

#sam x kevin x samandriel #ot3 #sam winchester x kevin tran #sam winchester x samandriel #what if we don't let crowley torture either of them #supernatural

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zepskies · 10 months

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Hello my lovely friend! I would love to see an imagine/head canon of Dean and the reader seeing each other for the first time after he either comes back from hell or purgatory if you’d be up for it 💕 up to you whether it’s an established relationship or mutual pining 😉 thank you! 😘

Hello, my dear!!

Thank you so much for this imagine! I needed a bit of Dean. 😘

Now I went with Purgatory for this one (S8, E01 – “We Need to Talk About Kevin”).

I diverged from canon of Sam not looking for Dean to make sure if he was dead. Not just because I think that choice by the SPN writers wasn’t true to Sam’s character (Even Jared has said this lol), but because I think if Dean had a girlfriend at this point in time, Sam wouldn’t just abandon her to deal with Dean’s loss alone.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Song Inspo: Yes, I had one for this! Weirdly enough, it was the entire “Moneyball” soundtrack. The whole smooth but intense pace of it really drove me on this.

Word Count: 2,200 Warnings: 18+ only for some smuttiness.

Imagine: Reuniting with Dean, not knowing if things will be the same.

You’re doing the dishes when your phone rings.

You check the caller ID, frowning when the number is unfamiliar. But you answer with a thread of wariness while you’re holding a glass.

“Hello?” you answer. For a moment, there’s silence on the line. Your brows knit together in suspicion.

For months, you’ve been living with Sam and Kevin in this dusty cabin in the woods. Literally, in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. It was the only way you and Sam could try to protect the prophet from Crowley.

So the fact that you're getting a call at all is surprising in and of itself.

Your frown deepens. “Whoever this is, you have three seconds before I hang the hell up.”

“Hey…it’s me.”

Your suspicion fades, but shock overtakes you. Your breath stills in your lungs when you hear Dean’s voice. However, your brain can’t compute.

It’s been a year.

“Sweetheart, are you there?” he says.

You finally choke on a gasp, and the glass slides out of your hand and shatters in the sink.

“Hey, you okay?” his gruff concern is so very Dean that it continues to choke you into tears.

“Dean,” you utter. Your mouth trembles as your eyes close, and your tears find their own way down your cheeks. “I…I’ve been…you’re okay?”

“Well, I’m here,” he answers, with some dry humor, but he sounds off. You don’t know what to make of that, but now you’re worried.

You look down at your shaking hand, and you realize that there’s a small piece of glass that ricocheted into your palm. You ignore it, because all you can focus on is your boyfriend’s voice in your ear.

“Where…are you?” you ask. Every trembling, heave of breath brings you closer to a sob.

“Louisiana. Clayton, Louisiana,” he replies. His voice is even, but there’s emotion there too. You hear it, only because you know him so well. “Where are you?”

And how soon can you get here? his tone implies.

After Dean disappeared in the aftershock of Dick Roman’s death, you, Sam, and Kevin had been scouring every lore book on God’s green Earth. Nothing has gotten you closer to finding Dean in the last year.

You hadn’t allowed yourself to fully give up, but in recent weeks, you would never admit that your heart has been starting to falter. So has your body.

Sam watches you closely on the way out of the house, heading to the Impala. You’re grateful for the way he’s been looking out for you, but you also resent it. You don’t need help. You’re fine…mostly.

As strange as it’s been living in this house, it’s become your safety blanket. Your cold shell where you can block off the rest of the world, as if time hasn’t been ticking by all these months outside of it.

But now you’re practically shaking. Call it nerves, lack of sleep, too much caffeine, too much crap food, stress, and grief. You ignore it, taking a firm grip of the passenger door handle and yanking it open. Sam drives.

The hours are excruciating. Your leg bounces restlessly, and Sam notices, but doesn’t comment. He does try to soothe you with your favorite music in the car. He tries to pick up conversation, but you’re not having it.

You’re even being pretty selfish right now. Sam had been without his brother for a year, just as you had been without. And here he is, trying to comfort you.

You can’t help it though.

You’re not okay. You don’t think you’ll ever be okay again until you see him.

Sam eventually pulls into the dingy motel in the middle of rural Louisiana. (And yet, somehow on the corner of a Hustler, one of Dean’s favorite sex shops. Your lips curve slightly.)

Sam’s calling Dean on his cell, but you’re too impatient to wait for the man to come out.

You jerk the car door open, and in your haste, you don’t realize that you’ve slammed the door shut.

“Hey, easy on my Baby.”

You turn with a gasp lodged in your throat, but not even that can escape when Dean comes into view. Complete with red plaid and old jeans and rough stubble that approaches a beard, and a duffel bag.

Dean’s smirk fades into a softer grin when he takes in the familiar curve of your face, the gentle frame of your body, the sight of your tears, welling up in your eyes.

You take in a shuddering breath, and you go to him. Dean drops his bag so that he can properly welcome you where you’re supposed to be.

His arms wrap around your waist, a hand coming up to cup the back of your head. He smells like motel soap and second-hand clothes, but all you care about is that he feels solid and alive and your heart’s just shy of shattering, or knitting back together. It beats a fast flutter in your chest.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he rumbles in your ear. You nod, even though you can’t help the way you’re shaking, crying, clinging to him.

“I’m sorry,” you say. You hate that those are your first words to him, but you can’t help it. That’s what you feel, down to your bones. “We tried so damn hard to find you…”

Dean pauses a bit on that, but he just shakes his head. He meets Sam’s gaze behind you and offers his brother a smile. Sam smiles back; he’s full to the brim at the sight of Dean, but for you, he’s patient. He can wait his turn.

“I know,” Dean tells you, holds you a bit tighter. “I'm all right. It’s not your fault, you understand?”

You draw another shaky breath and lean back far enough to see his face. You raise a hand to touch his cheek. When he stares down into your eyes, you know you’re going to be okay.

And so will he. You’re going to make sure of it.

In lieu of words, Dean leans down and captures whatever you might’ve said then with his lips. The kiss is heat and longing, both sweet and rough. It’s everything you need.

It’s a long drive all the way back to your cabin in the woods. Dean checks on you often while you’re passed out asleep in the backseat. He’s back in the driver’s seat of his car, hands wrapped around the familiar leather steering wheel, but he still doesn’t feel totally…right.

Despite being wrapped around the leather, his right hand feels empty. Like it needs the weight of a weapon. He’s still tense and on edge, even now, and Sam notices.

“What was it like?” he asks, quietly so he doesn’t wake you. He’s glad you’re finally sleeping.

“Purgatory?” Dean scoffs. “Like being deep in God’s freakin’ armpit.”

Sam’s brows knit together, but he waits, seeing if Dean will continue. And he does, after giving Sam a brief glance.

“It was monsters, Sam.” A never-ending twilight. Never a moment to rest. A wide-eyed existence of gnashing teeth and blood and black ooze.

When Sam inevitably asks how he got out of Purgatory, Dean is vague, evasive. Castiel didn’t make it, he admits, also in halting detail. But Dean is more willing to focus on how tired you and Sam both look. How pale your skin is. How it seems like this is the first hour of sleep you’ve gotten all week.

“How’s she been?” Dean asks, once again checking on you through the rearview mirror. Sam inhales deeply, making Dean frown.

“She’s been holding on,” Sam replies. “Strong, for Kevin especially. Poor kid’s too scared to go outside half the time.”

Dean turns to him with a frown.

“You’ve been taking care of her, right?” he asks.

Sam huffs, with a wry smile. “When she let me.”

Dean quirks a bit of a smile. That sounded like you. Stubborn at your best, damn near impossible at your worst. But the latter is what he’s worried about.

He later carries you inside the cabin, acknowledging your sleepy mumbles that you can walk, but not actually heeding your words. Sam tells him which one is your room, and Dean carries you there. By then you’re awake, but resigned to the fact that he isn’t going to let you down.

Your hand smooths up his arm, up the back of his neck and into his hair. It makes a pleasant tingle run up his spine.

“Your hair’s gotten long,” you muse, sorting your fingers through the strands. His hair’s darker too, not quite so dirty blonde, now leaning closer to light brown.

Dean smiles a bit. “If that’s all that’s changed, then I’d say I’m in good shape.”

He lays you down on the bed, and you bring him down with you by grabbing onto the front of his gray undershirt. He sinks down onto the edge of the bed and drifts a hand from your arm, to your face. He refreshes his memory of every angle, the soft feel of your skin. He knows his hands are rougher, but you feel the same.

You draw him into you and it begins.

Kissing him feels like taking a much needed breath. The way he grips your arms when you lick sensuously into his mouth—a sudden squeeze, an iron hold—it ignites your blood and the fire in your lower belly.

Your fingers rake into his hair. His solid grip moves to your hips, and you lie back when he guides you onto the mattress.

The sound of your breaths mingling together become shallow as you shove the plaid off his shoulders and ruck up the shirt. He does the same for your shirt and jeans, followed by his own. All that’s left it his skin against yours and rough hands squeezing fingerprint bruises into your hips and thighs.

You don’t mind at first; the strength of his hold and how much he wants you spurs you on. You’re slick and pulsing with need when Dean eventually slides home inside you. He has a hand tight in your hair, gripping tighter as he begins to move hard and fast.

“Dean,” you pant. You moan on his name, but you’re also trying to get his attention. You wince as his hand tightens, both in your hair, trapped against the pillow, and on your hip. You hold onto his wrist.

“Ease up, baby,” you whisper. You don’t want Sam or Kevin to hear you, even though you’re sure they could guess what you and Dean are up to.

But Dean doesn’t seem to hear you at first. You look up into his eyes, and you’re not sure if he’s entirely seeing you. It’s not like him, and it triggers warning signals in your mind. You have to wrap your legs tightly around his hips, squeezing his wrist even harder to stop him for a moment.

“Dean,” you insist. And he finally sees you.

When you soothe a thumb against his wrist, his eyes widen. He releases his hand from your hair, bracing against the bed instead.

He frees the other hand from your hip, and he sees the shape of his fingers already forming in your skin. He knows his hold was tight enough to bruise down to the bone.

It’s happened before, but not like this. Dean’s never lost control like that. Not with you, even in times like these.

“Fuck,” he mutters as he catches his breath, frowning deeply. His green eyes meet yours, raw and guilty. “I uh…I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

You tilt your head at him with a thoughtful frown. You reach up to frame his face with both hands, and you wordlessly tug him down to you. Dean is somewhat reluctant, but he follows your guiding hands and meets your waiting kiss, tender and slow.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats against your lips. His voice is low and coarse, filled with the true depths of his emotions. Everything he's been trying to hide from you.

Your eyes sting with the threat of tears.

“It’s okay,” you reply, through sweeter kisses. “I love you. We're gonna be okay.”

He hesitates. Then, he nods, accepting your words and your warmth.

His hand slowly brushes against your thigh, soothing along your bruising skin. You still have your legs wrapped around his hips, but you lessen your own hold, now that he seems to have come back to himself.

You both realize then that it might not be okay for a while. But that too is all right. Because you’re nothing if not stubborn, and Dean is worth the challenge.

He closes his eyes to breathe and center himself. They blink open at the feeling of your hand, insistent on his shoulder. Your face is both tenderness and determination.

You push against him and twist until he's the one on his back, on the bed, holding your hips, the two of you still joined. He looks up at you still with a measure of reluctance.

"I've got you this time," you tell him, stroking his cheek. His almost-beard prickles against your palm.

After a moment, you can see in his eyes that he believes you.

And you begin again.

AN: Gaaaah, this man. I'm weak every time I write about him. 🥲

I have another Dean imagine coming soon. Some special anon asked for the reverse of "Sam being in love with Dean's girlfriend."

So stay tuned for "Dean gives you an impossible choice." 😉

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17-million-years-of-pining-poll · 1 year

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Here's our roster!!!

These are all 32 pairs (or trios!) that will be competing in this bracket :> In no particular order, they are,,, 1 - Barry Bluejeans and Lup (Blupjeans) from The Adventure Zone 2 - Aziphrale and Crowley (Ineffable Husbands) from Good Omens 3 - Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth (Narumitsu) from Ace Attorney 4 - Hua Cheng and Xie Lian (Hualian) from Heaven Official's Blessing 5 - Catra and Adora (Catradora) from She-ra 6 - Princess Bubblegum and Marceline (Bubbline) from Adventure Time 7 - Merlin and Arthur (Merthur) from Merlin 8 - Dean Winchester and Castiel (Destiel) from Supernatural 9 - Rashmi Jamil and Amelie Macon (Rashmelie) from Entropic Float 10 - Tim Drake and Conner Kent (Timkon) from DC 11 - Wei Wuxian and Lan Wanji (Wangxian) from Mo Dao Zu Shi 12 - Raine and Eda (Raeda) from The Owl House 13 - Mike Wheeler and Will Byers (Byler) from Stranger Things 14 - Pearl and Rose Quartz (Pearlrose/Rainbow Quartz) from Steven Universe 15 - Benjamin Kondraki and Alto Clef (Clefdraki) from SCP 16 - Dream/Morpheus and Hob Gadling from The Sandman 17 - Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase (Percabeth) from PJO 18 - Madoka and Homura (Madohomu) from Madoka Magica 19 - James T. Kirk and Spock (Spirk) from Star Trek 20 - Han Sooyoung and Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk (Yoohankim) from ORV 21 - Utena and Anthy (Utenanthy) from Revolutionary Girl Utena 22 - Red and Blue (Reguri) from Pokemon 23 - Nozomi and Mizore (Nozomizo) from Liz and the Blue Bird 24 - Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye (Royai) from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood 25 - Kevin Ryan and Javier Esposito (Rysposito) from Castle 26 - Basil and Sunny (Sunflower) from Omori 27 - Candace and Jeremy (Canderemy) from Phineas and Ferb 28 - Gideon and Harrow (Griddlehark) from The Locked Tomb 29 - Dana Scully and Fox Mulder (Msr) from The X Files 30 - Naruto and Sasuke (Narusasu) from Naruto (replacing jonmartin) 31 - Akane Kurashiki & Junpei (Junepei) from Zero Escape 32 - Yue Wuhuan and Song Qingshi (Yuesong) from Mistakenly Saving the Villain Bracket will be out ,,, some time this week <3 (dont trust me)

#update: wait what.#okay nvm!!! they got in and i didnt even have to rig the bracket! epic!#how did i not notice? ...dont ask. thats a touchy subject /j

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daughterofcain-67 · 8 months

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𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 (𝔭𝔱.2)

(Dean Winchester x Reader)

(masterlist)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Sam and Dean are on the road looking into a lead that Castiel had given them. Sam is hoping that this will get them a step closer to getting Dean some help. Meanwhile, Dean is reluctant because the lead doesn't sound promising in aiding Cass in the hunt for Metatron. He thinks this will be a waste of time, but little does he know what he and his brother will find waiting for them in Cincinnati. Meanwhile, you are on a mission to find out why exactly Crowley has sent a demon to come and find you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SPN spoilers, the usual supernatural violence, torture and gore that may not be suitable for all audiences.

Sam was riding in the Impala beside Dean while he was driving. Castiel asked them to go to Cincinnati, Ohio to look into a lead. There was a report that a demon went to some sort of tattoo parlor and hadn't been seen again.

No one was sure if it was related to Metatron, or if an angel under him had something to do with it. Dean was a little skeptical at first but in the end he agreed to go with Sam, hoping this wouldn't be some sort of wild goose chase. It's like they've left every stone unturned when it came to locating the former Scribe of God but they would come in empty handed every time and it was really getting under Dean's skin.

"This had better be worth it, other wise we're just wasting time when we could be looking into an actual lead, not to mention it's a waste of Baby's gas." Dean said with a bit of a grumble. Sam rolled his eyes at the last part of the remark.

"With the amount of credit card frauds we've undergone, I think the car's gas is the least of our worries." Sam said with an arched brow and Dean shrugged a bit, gaze still transfixed on the road.

The constant burning in Dean's arm was relentless with the mark. He knew that he had the urge to kill. Something needed to be done, he needed to kill something on this hunt to get some sort of relief, even if it was temporary.

Sam had told Dean not to bring the first blade along. At first, Dean complied but the second that Sam wasn't looking, he tucked it into his jacket for safe keeping. After all, what if Metatron just showed up spontaneously? What if they ran into more than just a handful of demons on this 'new lead' Cass sent them on? Bringing the first blade was a necessary precaution even if Sam didn't see it that way.

"Dean? You alright, man?" Sam asked. Dean perked up when he was broken from his thoughts. But the older brother nodded a little.

"Yeah. Just hoping that this lead won't be a waste. If we don't take care of this mess soon, who knows what that bastard will do. Metatron has to die and we can't afford any more screw ups. Not when we've lost enough people over it." Dean said.

"Then there's the fact that Cass is obviously having trouble finding what he needs. I should be over there helping him out. He needs some answers and those stupid angels don't know how to get it out of the other angels they capture. they don't know a damned thing about interrogation and who knows when things will get worse on his end." He continued on.

Sam frowned, understanding where Dean was coming from. He couldn't blame Dean for feeling bad about Kevin. Nobody wanted something like that to happen. He was just a kid. And Kevin didn't deserve Gadreel killing him like that.

"Dean, if they need help with some interrogation tactics then I'm sure that Cass will give us a call. Especially considering your... experience. And I'm just as angry as you are about what happened to Kevin. I get what you're going through. But unless we have any other leads to follow, this is the best one that we've got for the time being." Sam said.

Dean took in Sam's words and his jaw tensed, his grip tightened on the steering wheel as his brows furrowed together. The mere mention of what happened to that kid was enough to make his blood boil.

"How could you possibly understand what I'm going through, huh? There's been enough shit in our lives, this mark is the only thing that has brought any hope in this whole damned disaster, and you do nothing but nag about the so called effects you think it gives me. It's always one argument after another over the one thing that can bring all of this shit to an end." Dean practically snapped.

Sam was a little shocked that he'd burst like that, yet he wasn't really surprised at what had been eating at his brother. He knew Dean wasn't one to open up about how he felt, but he didn't to a good job at hiding the fact that he was bothered either.

"Okay, wrong choice of words. But putting an end to this mess is a part of why we're out here right? As long as it's a step forward, then it's at least a step closer to the goal. It's a Hell of a lot better than taking five steps back, right?" Sam said with that typically optimistic tone that he seemed to have most of the time. The tone that Dean didn't always understand when things seemed to be at its darkest.

The real reason for coming to Ohio right now was because Cass had a hunch that it wasn't one of Metatron's angels that may have killed that demon. Maybe this person would be able to assist in killing Metatron. But what Sam was hoping for the most was that this would be the break they needed. That this lead would be the foretold, missing daughter of Cain. Dean needed a win, and Sam was hoping that this would be some kind of win for the both of them. Someone to help ease the suffering, help Dean gain some kind of control.

"Yeah, I guess you're right, Sammy. But if this thing turns out to be a disaster then you won't be hearing the end of it."

"Yeah, I've already gathered that." Sam said with a slight smirk.

Dean rolled his eyes a little before he leaned forward and pushed a button on the Impala's radio to play one of his cassette tapes. The next thing they knew, they were listening to Would by Alice in Chains.

"Well this is kind of different from your classic rock you normally play isn't it?" Sam asked and Dean shrugged.

"Nothing wrong with a little variety once in a while."

But once there was silence in the car again, outside of the music that was being played, Dean focused on the road. It would be another day before they'd get to Ohio. Then they could get this little 'lead' over and done with. Then he'd be able to kill some sort of monster or he could check on Castiel and see if he needed help with gathering information from Metatron's angels.

Either way, the mark was thirsting for blood, and Dean was trying his best to hold it together to keep Sam off his back.

You were growing antsy. The burning mark on your arm was more intense than it had ever been before. And somehow, you were sensing that there was another barer of the mark. They hadn't killed in a while and you could almost feel the thirst that person was going through as well.

But you were having enough of it. You had to know who this person was and you were willing to do anything to get to the bottom of it. Because surely this person, this mortal, had no idea what they were getting themselves into.

Needless to say, your little shop was closed for the day and your appointments were cancelled of course. And now, you were in your own cellar beneath your store.

There you had a summoning circle, an iron chair, and there was a demon trapped inside since the devil's trap was engraved into the iron shackles attached to the arms of the chair.

"What do you want with me? We know you killed one of the other demons just for stepping here. If you don't want to be found then why did you summon me?" The demon asked.

"Oh, Sweetie, who said that you were the one in charge of asking questions?" You asked with a chuckle as you moved your rolling table. On top of that table was your, what you liked to call, interrogation utensils.

You stooped down to the demon you had in a bind and you held your blade up to its chin. Now, this was no ordinary blade. Granted it wasn't as legendary as the First Blade, nor was it the demon blade that Ruby used to carry, but it was something similar that killed demons, angels, and monsters alike.

"Now, don't make this easy on me. It's been a while since I've enjoyed a good, slow kill." You smirked and the demon's eyes widened. The rumors were right. You were just as menacing as your father before you.

"But what if I don't know anything?" The demon asked as it regained its composure and attempted to be as unphased by you. You cocked your head to the side and shrugged a little before placing the side of the demon's cheek and watched the steam appear from the vessel's flesh since the blade was previously dipped in Holy Water. The demon hissed and gritted his teeth as if he tried not to scream.

"Well then, I get to have my own kind of fun. It's not like I can let you go now that you know where I am." You said.

"Now. Why is your pathetic king searching for me, hmm?" You asked and the demon's eyes shown black as he glared at you.

"If I'm going to die anyway, I'll never tell you." But then you slashed his cheek, causing him to wince as the wound started to bubble up due to the Holy Water.

"Oh, but I think you will. Now I'll ask you a second time: Why is Crowley looking for me."

"I will not betray the King of Hell."

Your brows narrowed. You had told him not to make it easy, but you needed to know why you were being sought after. You had to know what Crowley already knew incase you needed to go into hiding again.

So, you took your knife and cut off one of the demon's fingers before you dipped the wound in salt. Hearing the cries of the demon was a little annoying but you had to admit, there was finally a soothing feeling in your arm from the mark you were born with. It was finally some sort of release.

"Y-Your mark! He wants to know more about your mark to help a Winchester." The demon said.

You perked up when he finally gave some kind of information. You supposed losing a finger would have that effect on almost anyone.

"So your King that's too good to get his hands dirty is helping a human? Who is this Winchester?" You asked as the demon's head hung low.

You rolled your eyes with annoyance and you lifted the blade to his chin to make him have eye contact with you.

"If you have that much of a problem looking at me, I'll gouge those eyes right out of your skull. Now talk." You said as your eyes started to glow red.

"His name is Dean. Crowley was having trouble with the Knight of Hell, Abaddon. He went to Dean for help and they found your father. Your father gave Cain the Mark and Crowley wants to know more about it to hold the information over the Winchester's head to get what he wants, I assume." The demon spilled.

You lifted a brow as your eyes changed back to their normal color and you stood upright.

So, Crowley wanted some leverage, huh? You supposed that he couldn't exactly find the information he needed from some kind of book outside of the fabled Book of the Damned. No one seemed to know where that book was and that would have at least some kind of information Crowley could be after.

"That's all I know. let me go. I won't tell anyone where you are. Just spare me." The demon pleaded and you looked down at him again.

"Oh, Sweet Cheeks. I can't go around trusting demons not to give away my location. I'm sorry but you're just going to have to suffer." You said.

And with that, you placed your hand on the demon's head and your eyes glowed red once more. Suddenly, the demon started to let out a bloodcurdling scream and his eye sockets were glowing red. Blood started dripping from his eyes and the drops started rolling down his face like tears. Red droplets came out of his pores like sweat before turning into a black ooze.

Yet you looked at the demonic scum without a hint of expression in your eyes. But finally, finally there was a relief from the constant pain in your arm.

Once the demon was finally dead, you looked at the body. That has been the second demon you killed. But at least you got the information you wanted.

"Dean Winchester.." You muttered the name before looking down at the mark on your arm.

It hadn't even been two minutes but the pain was back like you needed to kill yet again. You placed your knife on the table and let your thumb graze over your mark.

"Dean, you don't realize what you've done."

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The Lion's Den - Part 8

Characters: Crowley x F!Reader

Warnings: Contract Negotiations as Foreplay/Pillow Talk, Smut (Protected Sex, Marking, Possessiveness, Oral Sex, Spanking, Choking/Asphyxiation, Rough Sex, Squirting), Fluff

KINK: MARKING KINK (@anyfandomkinkbingo)

WC: 2,495

A/N: I am so happy and relieved that I got this part written. It felt like a fistfight to get every word down. But now that I've worked through my blocks, my anxiety is easing up and I've been able to work a little more on other fics as well. One more chapter after this one, though I have outlined possible timestamps. Thank you so much for your patience and I hope this installment in the series was worth the wait. ;)

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Part 7

Y/N took a deep breath to calm her nerves as she exited her hired car, the all-too-familiar door of The Lion's Den glowing brightly, beckoning her within. She pulled the gold-embossed invitation card from her clutch, handing it to the doorman who smiled warmly and opened the door for her to enter.

The Den was buzzing with life and activity like a nightclub - music blasting, drinks everywhere. All the staff and the most elite of clientele were invited, closed to all others. It was a private celebration of the anniversary of the club's opening. The sounds of laughter and joviality rang through the ever-sex-tainted air.

Grabbing a champagne flute off a passing waiter's tray, she began to walk the room, letting her eyes take in the abundance of sensations around her.

As she surveyed the party-goers, her eyes paused as she caught each man that she's enjoyed separately, each surrounded by clients, both favored and prospective. Playing coy and unaffected - and truly just anticipating her time with Crowley - she passed by each of them, their eyes findings hers and giving her a sultry look that made her reminisce of her times with them.

Before long, Crowley's young assistant, Kevin, found her amongst the crowd, inviting her to follow him to his boss' private table.

"Crowley's been waiting for you," Kevin told her as he effortlessly maneuvered through the crowds and to the familiar, secluded booth Crowley liked to occupy.

She was eager and excited but tried her best to hide it. She'd learned to hone her poker face over years of business meetings and negotiations. The Den was one place she felt she could let her guard down and relax.

"There she is," Crowley greeted as she approached his private booth. He stood beside the alcove, straightening his suit and eyes raking her body, draped in a simple gown for the evening's events.

"Crowley," Y/N responded with a smirk, offering her hand. Crowley grasped it gently between both of his hands, bending down to kiss the back of her knuckles.

"Thank you for accepting my invitation," he gestured to the booth and Y/N slid into the seat, Crowley sitting opposite of her.

"I was wondering if I was ever going to get this one-on-one with you or if you were going to keep teasing me," she pouted playfully.

"Ah, yes," Crowley sighed, nodding his head. "I've been rather busy lately," he explained. "Expanding my empire, you understand."

"I do," she agreed quickly. "And I've heard of your successes. Opening a new club?"

"Yes, and I heard of your latest conquering as well. You've been all over the papers recently. I have to admit, I'm a fan of your work."

Silence fell between them as fresh drinks were delivered. Y/N took a long sip, her eyes trailing over Crowley in yet another perfectly tailored suit.

"How have you been enjoying the club?" Crowley inquired, easing the momentary lull in their conversation.

"You should be able to tell from my monthly bill how much I enjoy this club of yours," she smirked behind her glass, feeling mildly tipsy and relaxed in Crowley's presence.

He chuckled, "Yes, well, what if I told you that I'd like to make a deal with you," he challenged, a glint in his eyes.

Y/N sat up straighter, gently setting her drink on the table. She eyed him carefully, as anyone would a potential opponent. Her eyes sparkled and her heart raced, ready to broker another deal. After all, it's what she lived for. With a silent gesture of her hand, she urged him to continue.

Enjoying the game as much as Y/N did, Crowley prepared to lay out his offer.

"You can have me tonight, however you want, as a client. I am more than willing."

Y/N's heart raced differently, Crowley's proposal cutting to the chase of what she'd been after since she laid eyes on him. Biting her lip, she was eagerly anticipating the rest of his proposal.

"Or, you can agree to be mine and I'll fuck you for free, whenever you want."

"Be yours?" she inquired with a quirked brow, more than intrigued by his proposal.

"I'm a King without a Queen," he sighed. "You are smart, beautiful, cunning. Together we could expand my empire and be unstoppable. And of course, you can continue to sample the wares, so long as you remain mine."

"Think it over. In the meantime, I believe we have much more pressing matters," his smile morphed into a grin as his eyes shamelessly trailed over her body.

More pressing matters indeed.

She would definitely think over his offer, though she was sure what she'd most likely say.

Welcoming the distraction, and far too eager for this long-awaited encounter, Y/N allowed Crowley to lead her by the hand away from the staircase and familiar hall of rooms and into a long hallway that led to somewhere much more private.

It was his office, she quickly realized, and it was single-handedly the most expensive and lavish room she had seen in this entire place so far. The soft click of the door behind her made her smile, her anticipation ramping up, her panties already growing damp.

"I enjoy rare and beautiful things," Crowley spoke as he walked comfortably across the office, unbuttoning his suit jacket and casually leaning against the edge of his desk.

She glanced around the room, indeed eyeing many things that piqued her interest. Her eyes floated back to him. The electricity in the air between them crackled with heat, the delicious banter and teasing drawing out, being savored between them.

"And you are the most rare and beautiful thing I've ever encountered," he breathed out. She felt her body slump and swoon, the seriousness flickering in his eyes making her desperately ravenous.

She wasn't one for relationships, her career at the forefront of her mind, the Den a way for her to feed her needs and desires without the complexities of relationships. The look in his eyes made her realize they might be dancing on a line here, but it also made her want to take a chance and step right over it.

Meeting his eyes once more, she knew her fate was sealed.

"You want to be mine?" Crowley asked as he leaned back against his desk with a knowing smirk. "Show me, My Pet."

A flutter ran through her body as she was more than eager to comply. She knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Holding his gaze, she slipped off her dress, revealing she was completely bare beneath. His eyes roamed over her body with admiration and lust.

"Stunningly beautiful, Y/N," Crowley praised. Standing straight, he raised a single finger urging her to come forth.

She gave a crooked smirk as she slowly dropped to her knees, her hands hitting the ground next. She curved her back like a cat as she slowly crawled towards him, the way that John appreciated. As Crowley rubbed his hand against his strained and hardened cock, Y/N knew he too appreciated her moves.

As she reached Crowley, Y/N used her hands to crawl up his thighs, straightening her naked body against his legs. She ghosted along his covered shaft with her nose, her hands settled on his hips.

"My, you are a good pet, aren't you Love?"

Tilting her head back she met his eyes, his hand cupping her cheek.

"Yes, Sir," she responded, doing her best to maintain doe-eyes and a straight face.

Crowley growled before leaning down to crash his lips into hers. Pulling back he whipped off his jacket, the matching vest underneath following closely behind. His hands tucked under her arms - with a strength she didn't know he possessed - he lifted and carried her easily, laying her back on the lush chaise lounge off to the side.

She relaxed back into the soft and plush material of the ornate sofa, her legs falling open to reveal her dampened core. Crowley stared at her hungrily as he loosened his tie, just enough to slip the loop off his head and over hers, adjusting the tie to lie between her breasts.

"Looking more and more like mine by the minute," Crowley smirked, rising from the sofa to strip himself bare.

Y/N watched with hungry eyes, licking her lips as his glorious cock was revealed to her. From head to toe, he was every bit as delicious as she'd imagined he'd be, still emanating power and authority without the amazing, tailored suits.

She licked her lips as he slowly climbed over her, his lips ghosting along her body but not quite touching, the tease of it making her squirm. He lapped at her nipple before encasing it in his mouth, humming at her responding moan.

In her distraction, he moved his mouth lower, sucking a mark on the underside of her breast. She jumped and hissed, the sensation making her core clench. She glanced down, seeing the mark he left behind, and giving him a questioning gaze.

"Only where it won't be seen," he answered her unspoken concern. "Want to see my Pet covered in my marks," he growled at her, settling in on her other breast.

He worked his way down her body, leaving hickeys and love bites as he went, adorning her in his marks. She shivered beneath him, each new mark drenching her core. He worked his way between her thighs, teasing her and leaving even more marks, avoiding the sensitive areas where she was desperate for his touch.

Finally, he turned his attention to her needy and dripping core, lapping up her essence before focusing his energy on her clit.

With mostly his mouth and a little help from his hands, he guided her through a slow-building, slow-crashing orgasm that washed over her like a wave. The scratch of his beard against her sensitive skin added to the euphoric feeling.

He stood suddenly, making her whine from the loss of his touch. He smirked down at her as he rolled on a condom. She licked her lips once more, writhing with neediness.

"Hands and knees, Pet," Crowley grinned, helping guide her into position. She gripped the armrest, curving her back and spreading her legs, her dripping pussy on display.

He groaned, gripping her ass in both hands and kneading the cheeks before slapping the right one harshly. Y/N jumped and moaned, the sting further igniting her lust.

"So responsive, Y/N," Crowley crooned, before sliding deep within her core in one smooth stroke. "So eager; so much fun to play with," he moaned, pulling out and thrusting in hard, relishing her surprised gasps.

Crowley set a fast and harsh pace, the slap of their skin leaving a red tint on Y/N's ass and thighs. She let out a guttural moan as he hit her deep, rubbing deliciously over her g-spot and slamming into her cervix. The mix of pleasure and pain was setting her alight. Her hands clung to the armrest, her nails digging into the upholstery. Part of her was afraid she'd claw it to pieces; part of her didn't give a damn.

His fingers found the tie, still around her neck, turning it to now lie down her spine. He gently tugged on the tie, showing her his intent.

"You good, My Love?" he asked, his hips never stopping their harsh pace.

"Y-yes, S-Sir!" she moaned out wantonly. He held her expertly on a high but kept her from crossing over, the torture of it exquisite.

Crowley wrapped the end of the tie around his hand, the other hand on her hip to steady her to take his cock. He tugged on the tie, simultaneously pulling her back on his cock and beginning to cut off her air. Her pussy fluttered and she let out a groan that made no sound, the pressure and pain bordering too much.

Suddenly, the pressure released and she sucked in a large breath of air, her pussy clamping hard around Crowley's unrelenting length. He growled, both hands on her hips as he fucked her near flat on the sofa. She came hard, gushing around his cock, screaming out her release that seemed to reverberate off the office walls around her.

The intensity of her orgasm pulled Crowley into his own, thrusting deep within her and filling the condom, his hips still moving to extend their mutual highs.

After catching his breath, Crowley removed himself, disposing of the condom. Y/N lay on the sofa, the cool air of the room against her heated skin refreshing. She was thoroughly fucked and sated. Crowley more than delivered, the real thing far better than her fantasies could have conjured.

Hearing the clinking of glass, she rolled over, resting her head back against the armrest. Crowley approached, now wearing his slacks, with two glasses in hand. He offered her one, lifting her feet to sit on the sofa, and setting them back across his lap.

She took a sip from the glass, eyeing Crowley warily, his words and proposition from before still present in her mind.

"So," she glanced at her glass, swirling the liquid within before meeting his eyes once more. "Be yours?"

He grinned and she matched his expression. He set his glass on the side table and rose, moving to his desk and digging in the drawer, finding what he was looking for and setting it on the small table beside her.

"A contract?" she asked excitedly as if he'd slid a jewelry box across the table to her.

She gave it a cursory review, finding it to be a detailed partnership agreement. She loved reading through contracts, finding loopholes, and exploiting or eradicating them, whatever suited her and her clients' interests best.

It was solid, ironclad, and perfect. More perfect and romantic than flowers and dates and frivolous things that she wasn't interested in. It was a great deal and one she was more than willing to accept. Included in their partnership was a VP position for her in Crowley's firm - a right hand to the man himself - and control and Madame of the new female brothel that he intended to open across town.

Aside from more money and a great opportunity, it was a chance to share her life with someone. It wasn't something she was ever really interested in, but with Crowley, her passion for business and appetite for sex crossed into a perfect match.

"And you wouldn't be upset about me continuing to see your gentleman?" she asked with a quirked brow. She did not expect his hearty chuckle.

"My Dear, fuck whomever you want. It's your heart and soul I'm after," he grinned, cupping her cheek.

After reviewing the contract - and knowing she'd have her lawyers review it before signing anything - she grinned, "You little devil," she teased.

Climbing into his lap, she wrapped her arms around his neck, grinding down against his cock which was already hard and ready for her.

"I accept."

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