Special thanks to Cheryl Strayed, for letting me use the quote from her book Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail (check it out here) for the title of this fic.
Worked On/Finished: 17.08.15, 19.07.17
Crown (CrowleyxDean), Hallucifer
Shit, Sam turned as the Scot. popped into the room, stepping in front of his brother so he could continue picking the lock.
“What are you doing here?”
“I assume you know what I want?”
Sam scoffed and reached inside his jacket for the angel blade, “The only way we’d ever give you the tablet, is if we were dead.”
The shorter man peered around the brunette to the man kneeling on the floor, unamused, “Squirrel, I know your brother is big, but I can still see you.”
Sam held the blade out in front of him and took a step forward, “Leave.”
Crowley huffed and rolled his eyes, “May I speak with the competent one please?”
“The only reason we kept you alive,” the giant took another step closer and straightened to his full height, “was because you were useful. I’d suggest, shutting up before you wear out your welcome.”
“Moose, why don’t you let the grown-ups talk for a while, yeah?”
Sam flinched at the snap of his fingers, but upon not hearing anything snap, he smirked and went to continue. His eyes bulged as no sound came out, he tried again but still nothing. The brunette opted for crossing his arms and glaring at the Scot.
Dean finally turned around, and got up off the floor, taking in his brothers’ bitchface before turning to the demon, “Really? You’re stealing voices now? Who are you, Ursula?”
“Give me, what I want,” the shorter man closed the gap between them, eyes locked on the blonde, “or you won’t get a chance to regret it.”
With that, he disappeared.
“Dick,” Dean shook his head and turned to his brother, “you okay?”
Sam nodded, “Let’s head back to the motel,” he shouldered their duffle bags before heading toward the exit.
“We’re just gonna abandon this?” Dean gestured to the door he’d been working on.
“We can deal with that later,” he threw one of the duffle bags at him, “I need a shower.”
“Finally,” Sam ran straight to the bathroom, tossing his duffle onto one of the beds.
“Don’t take forever in there, Samantha. Some of us actually got dirty,” Dean shut the door behind them and headed to the fridge.
Sam flipped him off before locking the door behind him. A second later, Dean heard the water turn on. He padded over to the table and plopped himself down in the chair before twisting the cap off and taking a swig of beer. He sighed and closed his eyes, finally. He relaxed for all of five seconds before he heard the water turn back off and the bathroom door open.
Sam popped his head out the door, “What was up with that?”
Dean sighed and put his beer down, “What was up with what, Sammy?”
“Crowley,” he heard his brother take a few steps out into the room.
“How should I know?”
“I don’t think he was talking about the tablet.”
“And doesn’t that seem suspicious to you? That means he’s not after the tablet.”
Just once, can he let something go? The blonde ran a hand down his face, “I repeat; and?”
“Well, don’t you think that if there is something else he’s after we should, I don’t know, be looking for it?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you think it could be?”
“I don’t know, Sammy,” Dean opened his eyes and turned to his brother, “It could be a lot of things. It could be nothing. We can’t sit around all day and wonder ‘what if we missed something’ every time someone accuses us of having something we don’t.”
Sam looked taken aback and raised his hands in mock surrender, “Okay, okay, jeez. I just thought it was something worth mentioning. What crawled up your ass?”
The eldest sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “Nothing… I’m just covered in sweat and cobwebs and dirt from the grave we dug earlier and I’d rather not have this conversation right now.”
“I just think-”
“Sam, it’s Crowley. He likes screwing with us, remember?”
The brunette gave his brother a skeptical look but kept his mouth shut. He walked the few steps back to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
“Where’s your brother?”
“He’s out on a food run,” Dean got up from the table and threw his empty beer in the trash.
Crowley looked around the room and took a few steps closer to the hunter, “You know why I’m here?”
“Yeah, I know why,” Dean walked forward, meeting the demon halfway, no more than a few inches away from him.
“Good,” he smiled, “then you’ll give me what I want?”
The blonde grabbed the front of his suit and swung him around into the wall, slamming him hard into it before getting close enough to smell the whisky on his breath. The demon let out a startled cry and struggled uselessly against his grip.
“You think, that just because you showed up, I’d give you what you wanted?”
Crowley blinked in surprise and stammered mutely for a minute.
“Because if you did,” he leaned impossibly closer, “you’d be right.”
In the next instant, the demon felt the Winchesters’ lips on his own. The hunter pressed his body against him, squishing him harder into the wall, pulling a deep moan from the demon.
The blonde stepped back, letting him fall to the ground, panting and smirked down at him.
“Wh-what was that?”
Dean didn’t respond, instead opting to take him by the collar again and drag him back to his feet, turning him around before letting him stumble out of reach.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Crowley’s shocked look only made the hunter’s smile grow wider, as he closed the distance again, “Won’t Moose be back soon?”
“We’ve got time,” Dean pushed the demon backward and he felt his back hit the bed.
Crowley gaped at him, “I don’t think-”
Crowley eased himself up the bed, trying to put distance between himself and the hunter, but didn’t respond. Dean smiled before crawling onto the bed after him.
“This,” he cut the demon off, before getting onto his knees, undoing his belt, “is for what you did to Sammy.”
“Sam, go get me pie.”
“I don’t want to get you pie.”
“Damn it Sam! I need pie!”
“Well, maybe I don’t want to go out in this freezing-ass weather for pie!” he slammed his fist down on the dashboard as he pulled into the parking lot.
Stupid Dean, he got out of the car and headed for the store.
“C’mon Sam, he just wanted some pie.”
“Jesus!” the hunter jumped at the sudden voice.
He noticed a few customers jump at his outburst, rolling his eyes before walking faster.
“Why’re you so jumpy? It’s just me,” the fallen angel smirked as he followed him in.
“Well excuse me for not being used to you yet,” he grumbled as he picked up a basket.
He raised an eyebrow at the frown on the angels’ face.
“We’re not getting a cart?”
“We don’t need one, I’m only getting one thing.”
“But,” the blonde turned his gaze to the floor, poking out his bottom lip, “I want to ride in it.
“Get one yourself then,” he began walking away.
“I can’t be in it and push it around!”
“Guess you’re not getting one then,” he called over his shoulder.
Sam stopped dead and turned around, eyes wide, did he really just…?
He nodded and watched as the fallen angels’ face lit up before he bounced over to the nearest cart, plopping himself inside, ear-splitting grin on his face. Sam made his way over, putting the basket back down before grabbing the cart. Sam gave his happy expression a once over and chuckled.
Lucifer turned himself around so he was facing the hunter, “What?”
“Nothing, you just look pretty happy in a cage,” he started toward the bakery.
Luce looked at the cart on either side of himself before winking at the hunter, “I am.”
“A-are you sure,” Crowley panted, turning to face Dean, “that that was because I took away your brothers’ voice?”
“Okay, you caught me,” the blonde smirked and stretched himself out with a yawn, “not all of that was payback for Sam. But the handcuffs and chilli pepper was.”
Crowley shook his head and chuckled, “I had a feeling.”
“What? I can be creative.”
“Not that creative, darling. That was more… pain than pleasure.”
“You still seemed to enjoy it.”
“Of course I enjoyed it,” he shot the hunter a sly smile before slipping out of bed, “I am a demon, after all.”
Dean propped himself up on one elbow, eyes roaming over the bruises and scrapes that littered his back. He chewed his lip for a minute, turning over the question in his head before finally nodding to himself, “This is what you were asking for, right?”
Crowley stopped, pants halfway up his legs and turned, raising an eyebrow at the hunter, “Did we not just establish some of that was new territory?”
“No,” the hunter sat up, “I mean, when you popped in on me and Sam at the house… You said you wanted us to give you something. I was assuming you meant this, but if there’s another tablet or relic out there we need to-”
“Uh-uh,” Crowley picked up his suit jacket, flicking it out before slipping it on, “Nothing you need to concern yourself with, darling.”
“Crowley,” Dean got up off the bed, “Did you find something else?”
“Don’t worry your pretty little head,” the demon turned, straightening the lapels of his suit with a smile, “You boys are going after exactly what you should be.”
The hunter eyed him for a moment, trying to get a read on him – which after being at odds with each other for literal years and sleeping together the passed few months – was still next to impossible, when he heard the Impala pull into the driveway.
His eyes shot to the window, watching the headlights stream in through the closed blinds, “You should-” he cut himself off as he turned back and found himself in an empty room.
Sam came in the door, dopey smile wiped off his face and he covered his nose with his free hand, “Jeez, dude!” He made his way over to the small table in the corner, nodding toward the elders’ bed, “Guess now I know why you were so desperate to get rid of me.”
“You were only gone fifteen minutes,” Dean ran a hand through his hair as he approached his brother, snatching the bag of food from him, “What kind of a chump do you think I am?”
Sam gave his brother a pointed look, “Just… put a sock or something on the door next time.”
“Hey!” Dean pouted as his burger was ripped from his hands, “What the hell?”
The youngest pulled his t-shirt over his nose, “Dude, seriously.”
Dean rolled his eyes before getting up from the table, making his way over to the bathroom. Once inside, he sniffed himself, nearly gagging, okay, maybe he was right. He turned the water on and began to strip, guess that’s what happens when you use food.
The voice made the hunter jump and spin around, surprised to see the demon perched on the toilet seat, “Are you crazy? Sam is right outside!”
Crowley smirked, getting up to pat his face, “Oh Squirrel, still so much to learn.”
“Will you keep your voice down?”
“That sweet, sulphuric stench,” he continued, taking a few steps forward, forcing the hunter toward the shower, “Is what happens when you fuck a demon.”
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