How Wild It Was (To Let It Be) – Preview

Originally Written/Started: 15.11.17

Finished: 19.07.17

Words: 1,955


“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-”

“Shut up.”

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.

“Squirrel-”

“This,” he cut the demon off, before getting onto his knees, undoing his belt, “is for what you did to Sammy.”


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