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lexiecarver · 5 years

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Nothing Good Happens After 2AM

Prompt: Imagine getting drunk during a trip to Vegas and accidentally marrying Crowley.

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The reader is a Winchester, the younger sister to both Dean and Sam. She has a thing for Crowley. I only put the read more in so I’m not clogging everyone’s dashboard. This is my second fanfiction, enjoy. :)

You woke up with a start. You saw movement out of the corner of your eye and started screaming nearly falling off the bed. Crowley turned around slowly to face you and raised his eyebrow. He looked almost hurt or were you just imagining that?

“Really? I don’t think I’m that scary.”

“Crowley is in my bed! I’m in a bed with the King of Hell? Oh shit!” you think to yourself.

You eye him suspiciously. Your hands slowly peel away the covers and you notice that you’re both naked. You scream again and then move farther away from him into a sitting position dragging the sheets over your body. You’re nearly falling off the bed at this point.

“Nothing I didn’t see already love but if you feel more comfortable, by all means, cover up. And yes, we did several times. And that’s not all.”

Crowley smirked at you as he took in your body language, the skin you couldn’t cover up completely with the blankets and your sexy bed hair. He held up his hand and pointed to his fingers wiggling them. A ring. A gold ring. On his- Oh shit. You then looked slowly down at your fingers. You had a gorgeous antique engagement ring and a wedding band. What? WHAT? Shit!

This was supposed to be a job. There was a zombie killing people at the wedding chapel in Vegas brought back to life by a demon. Why? Damn, I forgot. I mean why would a zombie kill people getting married that’s just sad. Awesome case right? Well, at least the part where I got to hang in Las Vegas. Then again, this happened so maybe not an awesome case.

What had the plan been again? Where were Dean and Sam? Well, we found both the zombie and the demon. Both of them were very much dead now. Oh yeah, we were celebrating. Shit. Dean slept with “some girl.” And Sam is probably watching that show he loved on Netflix or gambling and me well duh we already know that story. Crowley came along for some reason. Mmmm... Why? Think…. Oh yeah, the demon. That was the same demon he claimed was starting a rebellion in hell.

Of course, knowing Crowley he could have just lied. It as no big secret that he liked me. Wait did he plan all this? So he demanded to come along since Dean and Sam fuck up on a regular basis. His words. I rolled my eyes and afterward, we got cozy too cozy and fuck. Maybe he really liked me? He did flirt with me a lot not just tonight? Awww. Not the point y/n! Stay focused we’re angry.

I had drunk sex with Crowley apparently many times and we’re the QUEEN OF HELL NOW! Libido shut up! I wasn’t supposed to get married and have sex. Fuck! Ok, calm down. I’m not dead, there are no marks on my body and I’m not in pain. Well, I have a massive hangover but aside from that no pain. Ok, so just married. How are my brothers going to deal with this? How am I going to deal with this? I mean I did like him from the beginning. That accent, wow and that cocky demeanor. He was also nice to me, always protecting me in his own way. Sometimes I would ever feel his presence in my room at night. Creepy maybe or romantic. I suppose it depends on how you look at it. I mean even if I was drunk, I’m not some kind of cheap floozy. Not counting Crowley I’ve only had sex with what four people? I just don’t have sex with anyone. I had to have liked him before.

God, is he hot and wow was it big, extra three inches for sure. His deal was a good idea. I mean that must have felt amazing. And all those centuries of practice. He must be fucking amazing in bed! Has to be, right. Not the point. Shit. He’s staring. Talk. Say something. Wait can he read minds?

“So we’re married.”

“It seems we are.”

Crowley stops talking not sure how to proceed. He always liked you and the fact that you were the Winchesters’ little sister made it all the more delicious. He remembered the sex, all of it. And wow was it good. His demon metabolism made it easy to process large quantities of alcohol and remain buzzed but nothing more unlike you obviously. Crowley kind of wanted to stay married. He’s never been married, could be fun. He kept his face blank, the last thing he needed was you guessing his thoughts.

You remembered some of the sex or rather bits and pieces and what you remembered of it was great. You were a Winchester, a hunter though and Crowley was a demon, the king of demons actually. He was handsome and you couldn’t deny the way he looked at you, that hungry you sometimes saw in his eyes, the way he touched you. Oh god, you remembered more about last night and wow the sex was really good. You bit your lip to keep from moaning. You felt yourself get a little wet. And when he was chained up in the bunker, it took all of your strength not to do anything then. So you figured what the hell? You were getting tired of risking your life; of almost dying, of being scared of dying, of being threatened and kidnapped, and of never having anyone to be with. That was the life of a hunter Dean would say. But you didn’t want you that life, you wanted a normal life, you wanted to get married and have a family. Maybe this was your chance. Your only chance? Sure not exactly normal, but you’d take what you could get in your messed up little world.

You were about to speak and then suddenly, you felt a wave of nausea hit you. You closed your eyes, groaned and crinkled your nose. Crowley smiled finding your expression adorable. He carefully took two fingers and placed them on your forehead instantly taking away your hangover. It wasn’t fitting for the Queen of Hell to be in pain, not if Crowley had anything to say about it.

“Thank you, Crowley.”

“Anything for my Queen.”

“Well, my King, my husband what now?”

He snapped his fingers putting clothes on you both in seconds. Crowley smiled and took your hand bringing it up to his lips to kiss gently. It didn’t take a genius to see your indecision a moment before. Going slowly and gently was fine with him, it was worth the wait.

“Well, my Queen how about going to Hell for a moment just to tell my demons I have a Queen, a wife and then we can always go somewhere more fun, anywhere you want.”

“After you,” you said with a smirk.

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huntertales · 6 years

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Part Four: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished. (Appointment in Samarra S06E11)

Episode Summary: The reader and Dean seek out Death to help get Sam’s soul back from the cage. Death tells the reader he will help Sam if the reader will agree to act as Death for twenty-four hours. When Sam hears of the plan to retrieve his soul, the younger Winchester decides he doesn’t want his soul back anymore. Sam goes far as enlisting the help of a new enemy to cast a spell to keep his soul out of his body. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 2,645.

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You sat on the third to last basement steps after Bobby and Dean dragged the unconscious Sam into the panic room and handcuffed him to the cot, knowing all of you couldn’t take the chance of letting him loose. It was the same set up you had to do when the younger Winchester was under the detox for demon blood. Instead this time it wasn't for his protection, but for all of yours. You stared at the ring you had been wearing for the past twenty or so hours. Until you removed it not to long ago in order to fix a problem that you caused.

It should have been so easy to do what you were told. Hillary had been sick since she was first born. She needed to be put to rest in order for her suffering to end. And it wasn't like she was going to be facing an afterlife of misery and pain. People like her got a happily ever after that would last more than just a lifetime. Who knew. Perhaps she was in Heaven right now with her mother in that little cafe, being told stories about how her parents met. The thought made a fraction of a smile cross your lips. It didn’t last long for more than a few seconds.

In the past few years since you came back from Hell with Dean, you conditioned yourself to fight harder than you ever had before. Fight the natural order, fight who the universe wanted you to be. Fight to save the world and try to keep some of that free will you thought you had. And you did. There was rules and structure for a reason. Tessa was right about how everything you and the boys did, from the dying and selling souls, was exactly what the universe wanted. All of you had nine lives, but it didn't mean that others were that lucky. Sometimes you had to follow the rules in order to save them as well.

Nobody came out a winner tonight. You failed at the one chance of getting Sam's soul back from the cage. Dean and Bobby were foolish to think that Sam would behaved himself. Your fingers wrapped around the ring as you clenched your fist. For the first time you felt helpless. There was really no other options at your disposal anymore. Crowley was dead. Cas was up in Heaven, fighting what sounded like a losing battle. And you couldn't keep a damn ring on your finger. You could feel your breathing become more shallower when you wondered if you would be stick with that soulless man that you once called your best friend.

“I can’t keep doing this, Bobby.” Dean’s voice traveled from the other side of the basement. He peered into the panic room to observe his little brother who was chained up like an animal. Sam hadn’t woken up yet from the blow to the head he took when you whacked him out cold with the baseball bat. If you hadn’t acted when you did or showed up, Bobby might have been dead. He didn’t like how the night was coming along. You wondered if he was upset at what you couldn’t do. “What, am I gonna tie him up every time he tries to kill someone? That’s not gonna hold him. He’s--”

“Capable of anything.” Bobby mumbled, knowing exactly what the older Winchester was trying to say. The both of them had witnessed a side to Sam they never saw before. You were sure they hoped they never would have to ever again. No thanks to you, Soulless Sam was staying around for a lot longer than any of you wanted.

Dean fell silent for a few seconds. You heard his footsteps echo off the walls as he paced around back and forth ever so slowly. Your gaze fell to the ground when you heard the question the older Winchester asked himself. "What am I supposed to do here?" Because at the end of the day, no matter how much you tried to help carry the heavy burden that Dean carried on his shoulders since he was four years old, it was his little brother. It was his only remaining blood family that he could try and protect. And, once again, you screwed it all to hell.

You pushed yourself to your feet and began walking up the basement steps, suddenly feeling a parchment in your throat that only a beer could quench. You opened up the door and headed back to the house. Bobby and Dean needed some time to reflect on tonight's events, your lingering presence wasn't helping. You let out a sigh and began walking to the kitchen, happy to think that you were alone. As you turned your direction to walk into the kitchen,you stopped straight in your tracks, quickly noticing a familiar face you didn't think would be back so soon.

“Y/N.” Death sat at Bobby’s table with a friendly smile. You looked at him with a funny sort of expression when you noticed that he was eating a late dinner, the kind that made your empty stomach turn over with a wave of nausea. He stretched out a hand for you to join him. You went far as to the table, you stood next to the chair he gestured to. “Brought you one. From a little stand in Los Angeles known for their bacon dogs.”

"No thanks. I'm trying out this new thing where I don't eat things that have to be killed." You said. The only thing that didn’t change about you was your snarky responses. You stared at Death for a moment until you listened to his command. You pulled out the chair and sat next to him. You sniffed the food that he was happily enjoying. While it smelled rather good, you weren't’ the least bit intimidated by him. “Wow, what’s with you and cheap food?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Thought I’d have a treat before I put the ring back on.” Death said. You almost forgot that you were holding onto the precious thing. You opened your palm to stare at the damn that had only caused you misery. And that was only for one day. You couldn’t imagine being chained to a job like that for century after century. “Sometimes you just want the thing off. But you know that.”

You looked at the man from the corner of your eye from the way he was speaking. You ignored his question about not being hungry. You placed the ring on the table for Death to claim as his own once more. The both of you knew that he was better at it than you ever could. “Look, I think you know that I flunked. So there.” You said, admitting to your mistakes before he could try and rub your face into it. “Oh, and by the way, I sucked at being you. I screwed up the whole natural order thing, but I’m pretty sure you knew about that, too.’’

“So if you could go back, would you simply kill the little girl?” Death asked the most important question of all. “No fuss, no stomping your feet?”

��Knowing what I know now? Yeah.” You admitted, nodding your head slowly.

“I’m surprised to hear that. Surprised and glad." Death said. You huffed out a quiet breath and shook your head from your previous actions. It was just one life that you could have saved. You still had to kill the little girl in order to do your job. "I think it's a little more than what you're leading on. Today you got a hard look behind the curtain. Wrecking the natural order is not quite such fun when you have to mop of the mess. Is it? This is hard for you, Y/N. You throw your life away because you've come to assume that it'll bounce back in your lap. The human soul is not a rubber ball. It’s vulnerable, impermanent, but stronger than you know, and more valuable than you can imagine.”

Death's words hit you in a spot inside of you that not even you realized about yourself. You sold your soul, sacrifice yourself for the greater good because you thought it was the right thing to do. In reality, it was the part of the universe's list of things to accomplish. And you checked off every box. When you were left bleeding in that cemetery with Dean back when Sam threw himself into the cage, you had selfishly thought that you would be fine. That somehow you could become human and live your life. You might have died, but you came back. Because the universe wanted one more thing out of you. One more deed before you finally kicked the bucket.

“Do you want to know what I think? I think you knew that I wouldn’t last a day.” You said. Death tried to pretend and act like he had no idea what you were talking about. But the dumb act didn't suit him at all. "At least have the guts to admit that it was rigged from the jump. You knew I wouldn't harm a head on that little girl. All because you didn't want to fetch Sam's soul."

“Most people speak to me with more respect.” Death said. It seemed he found your tone of voice a bit out of the ordinary, you scoffed at his passive threat.

“If you want respect, old you old bag of bones, you got to earn it.” You leaned over the table and stared at him directly in the eye. You showed him that you weren't scared of him. You had died so many different times in the past six years, all of it was a blur. “We’re done here. Aren’t we?”

"It's been lovely. Nice to see that you're adjusting well without that little piece of your soul. I’ve got to cut our little banter shorter than I hoped.” Death said. You could feel the arrogant smirk on your lips began to slowly fade at what you heard. “I have to go to hell to get your friend's soul."

You had a feeling the attitude you gave him wasn’t what changed his mind. You failed at the deal he made with you. But for some reason, he was being the kind one here and throwing you a bone of mercy. “Why would you do that for me?”

“I wouldn’t do it for you. You and your little friends keep coming back. You’re an affront to the balance of the universe and you cause disruption on a global scale.” Death said. He walked forward to you until he was now standing next to you, hovering over your body. You swallowed as you apologized for whatever sort of problems you may have caused. “But you and those Winchesters have use. Especially you, Y/N. Right now, you’re digging at something. The intrepid detective. I want you to keep digging, Y/N.”

"Okay..." You raised your brow from what you were hearing, and having no clue what any of it meant. "So are you just gonna be cryptic, or--"

"It's about the souls." Death explained. You looked at him with an even more confused expression, still not having the slightest idea what he meant by that. A wiped memory could do that to a human. He reached for his ring and looked at you, knowing that with that little piece of your missing soul, the lost time would come back to haunt you. "You'll understand when you need to."

"Wait." You stopped the man from slipping the ring back on his finger. You wanted to know from all the effort you were putting into this, it was going to at least amount to something. "With Sam, and my little contribution...is this thing really gonna work?"

“Call it seventy-five percent.” Death answered you.

You watched as Death slipped his ring back onto his finger, all before disappearing from your sight again. What you heard was sort of...uplifting. Death put more hope into this plan that you had originally thought. You subconsciously placed a hand against your chest, wondering for a moment what the consequences were going to be for you in order for Sam to get better. Whatever it was, you would face them eventually. Right now, you knew what was about to unfold was going to be painful than anything you'd have to witness. It might even open a few old wounds that you tried to hide since coming back from the cage. But all of it would be worth it if Sam was okay.

You pushed yourself up to your feet and bolted for the basement door again. From the speed that you were going, you were surprised that you didn't go tumbling down the stairs. Your stomping caused Dean and Bobby to break away from their somber mood of lingering around the basement, trying to figure out what to do. For the first time in a long time, you might have just saved the day.

"Guys?" You called out for their attention, jumping down the last three steps and landing feet first on the concrete. You quickly turned the corner when you heard Sam's panicked voice echo from the panic room. Bobby looked at you with a worried expression, wondering what was going on. "Open the door. Now!"

Bobby did as he was told. The man headed over to the panic room and opened up the heavy iron door. You pushed between the two men to see that Sam was staring at Death himself, who was carrying something the man tried so hard to fight. You could feel your chest tighten in guilt as Death ignored the young man's pleads and took a seat down on the cot. He placed down the briefcase that he was carrying after his journey to the cage and opened it up, a burst of light illuminated from the special content inside.

"Now, Sam. I'm gonna put a barrier inside your mind. It might feel a little itchy. Do me a favor. Don't scratch at the wall." Death warned the younger Winchester. "Because, trust me, you're not gonna like what happens."

Sam tried his hardest to try and fight his way out of this one, but he was cornered, with nowhere to go but down. You could feel yourself overcome with fear at the sight of him. You’d only seen the man like this once, down in the cage, where the both of you were stricken with the worst kind of torture that even shook you to this very day. You were only down there for a hot second. Sam’s soul had been down there for over a year and a half. You could feel your bottom lip starting to quiver at the sight of him.

You opened your mouth to tell Death to stop, the memories of the cage and reality seemed to be clashing together. But you reminded yourself that this was reality. This was what you had to do. Dean must have sensed the emotions you were being put through. You found yourself cowering away in fear as Sam's soul finally began to enter his body again after being parted away. You tried your hardest to block out the noises of Sam's cries of pain as you buried your face in Dean’s chest.

You shut your eyes in an attempt to drift off to a better place. Instead you found yourself back in that wretched cage, with Lucifer himself staring at you. While he wasn't alone, it wasn't Michael by his side, it was a familiar face that you saw every day when you looked in the mirror. She blinked, revealing black eyes and a wicked smile to match her rotten soul.

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