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When You Dream (Preview)

Started: 20.05.02

Finished: 21.03.24

Words: 1,879

Destiel (Implied), Sabriel (Implied), Hallucifer


Whoa! Whoa!” Deans’ panicked voice came from somewhere in front of him, and in the next instant there was a hand on his arm, forcing him to lower his gun, “Dude, put that away.”

Sam blinked rapidly, eyes slowly adjusting to the scene in front of him. He watched in confusion as Bobby slowly stood back up, ill-fitting plastic party hat hanging off the side of his head. The giant looked over to Cas and his brother, who were also wearing party hats, and only then noticed confetti was slowly floating down to the ground.

His brows furrowed further as he spotted the haphazardly hung streamers and balloons that lined the walls, “What, uh, what’s going on?”

“You almost shot me, that’s what.”

Sam shifted his weight from one foot to the other, sending his father figure a sheepish smile, “Sorry.”

Gabriel appeared then, blowing the noisemaker that was hanging from his mouth into his face. He thrust a party hat at the hunter, thousand-watt smile lightening up his features, “Happy birthday, Sammich!”

Sam raised an eyebrow at the angel, “… You threw me a party?”

Dean chuckled, making his way over to the table, picking up the half-drunk beer as he shook his head, “Told you.”

Gabriel shot a look at the blonde, before turning back to the giant, “Duh! What did you think we were just not gonna celebrate?”

Sam half-shrugged, fidgeting with the hat in his hands, “Well, I mean, I just… we don’t really celebrate my birthday, that’s all.”

What?” Gabriel gave the hunter an incredulous look, “Why not?”

Cas took a step forward, clearing his throat, “That may be partially our fault.” At the confused look he got, he shrugged, “Heaven was complacent with Azazel’s plan to kill Mary, then Jess, and only interfered after Dean got dragged to Hell… they made sure Sam didn’t feel his birth was worth celebrating, because he was to be Lucifer’s vessel.”

Gabriel waved a dismissive hand, “That was our brothers, not us.” He shook his head and turned back to the giant, raising his hand, “Besides, my present will fix all that.”

“Whoa!” Sam backed up, “What are you…?” his brows furrowed as he read the angels’ face, before he raised his eyebrows, “Wait, were you going to erase my brain?”

“Not all of it,” he rolled his eyes, taking a step forward, “Just all the bad parts that happened on your birthday.”

“Wait,” Sam ducked away from the angels’ hand, side-stepping so he could back himself up into the room, “You can’t just wipe out my memories!”

Dean took a few charged steps forward, meeting his brother in the middle of the room, “You want to do what?”

Gabriel rolled his eyes, “What are you being so dramatic about? It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve had your brain Windexed.”

Bobby raised an eyebrow, “And, where did you learn lobotomies made good presents?”


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Game Night (Preview)

Started: 21.03.25

Finished: 21.04.02

Words: 2,427

Sabriel, Destiel, Crobby

This is fic #2 of the Unlearning Series. (Living In The Shade is #1)


“Ten seconds!”

Dean stepped to the side of his notebook, turning expectant eyes to his love, “Cas, focus. You know what this is.”

Cas was on the edge of the couch, head tilted, brows furrowed, “Is it… an apartment building?”

“No!” Dean stomped his foot, tapping the marker next to his drawing, “C’mon, man! You’ve gotta get at least one!”

“A… School?”

“Time!”

Dean threw the marker down on the table, running a hand through his hair in frustration, “Fuck!” He made his way back over to the couch, collapsing in a huff as he picked up his beer, “I can’t believe you didn’t get any.

Cas let out an exasperated sigh, “Well it’s not like you helped much. You can’t just tap next to your drawing if I don’t get it – you try to draw something else!”

“Whatever.” The blonde took a long pull from his drink, “This is a stupid game.”

“You only think that because you guys are losing.” Gabriel smirked at the hunter from where he was sitting, placing the timer down, “I thought giving you an extra round would at least get you one point.”

Dean shot a look at the angel, “Well maybe the game is rigged?”

“Pfft, please,” Gabriel waved a dismissive hand, “I don’t need to rig a game to beat you.”

“Listen here you candy-loving, brother-crawling-”

“Dean!” Bobby shot the blonde a pointed look, “Maybe it’s time we switch games.”

“Maybe it’s time we switch partners.”

Cas scoffed, “You think this is my fault?” He pointed to the notebook, “Maybe if you didn’t have the artistic skills of a kindergartener we would’ve actually won a round!” Cas turned back to the notebook, eyes squinting as he starred at the drawing, “Seriously, what the hell is that?”

Anyone else here can clearly see what it is!” Dean turned expectant eyes to his brother, “Right, Sam?”


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Living In The Shade (Preview)

Requested: 21.02.09

Started: 21.03.15

Finished: 21.03.23

Words: 2,808

Destiel, Sabriel, Crobby

This is fic #1 of the new Unlearning Series. The series is based on Request #23.


“Pfft, come on!” Dean waved a dismissive hand, nearly knocking the Monopoly board over as he stood from the couch, “There’s no way I can pay that!”

Gabriel shrugged, satisfied smile on his face as he leaned back in his chair, “If you don’t pay, I win the game.”

Dean rolled his eyes, before they landed on his brother sitting in the corner of the room, head buried in a book, “Sam, your boy-toy isn’t playing fair.”

He didn’t look up, “Gabe, play fair.”

The angel sputtered a moment before turning around to face his boyfriend, “Well maybe you should tell your brother that buying all the properties that ‘sound cool’ isn’t a good game strategy.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, eyes still not lifting from the page he was on, “I thought Cas was Game Moderator?”

“He is.”

“So you’re asking me because…?”

Dean sat back down with a huff, “Because Cas left around the time Gabriel stole my last hundred.”

“I didn’t steal anything, Winchester.” Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest, “You land on my property, you have to pay.”

“That’s a dumb rule.”

“That’s how you play the game!” Gabriel shook his head before getting up from his chair. He stretched his arms above his head, before making his way over to the giant in the corner, “So, what’s got you so preoccupied that you had to miss Game Night?”

“You mean other then not wanting to get in the middle of you and Dean duking it out over fake money?” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he finally lifted his eyes from the book and he shrugged, “Just thought I should brush up on some in-”

Cas burst in the room then, eyes frantic as he spotted the men, “Demons!”

Dean stood from the couch, posture immediately switching to Hunter Mode as he took a few steps toward his angel, “What do you mean ‘demons’? Demons are coming? Here?”

“Yes,” Cas took a few steps into the middle of the room, turning so he was facing the kitchen door, angel blade at the ready, “They followed me back.”

Dean rushed to his jacket, grabbing Ruby’s knife before tossing an angel blade at his brother, “I thought this place was warded?”

“It used to be, but after-” The sound of a door banging open cut off the end of the angel’s sentence.

Gabriel rolled his eyes before plopping himself down in Sam’s chair with a huff, “You’d think with Bobby shtupping their leader they’d leave you alone.”

What?” Dean turned to the angel, incredulous look on his face, “You’re kidding, right? Where did you get that idea?”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow at him, “Uhm, because I have eyes. And ears. They’re not exactly quiet about it.”

A demon burst into the room then, evil smile splitting his face as he spotted the boys, “Excellent.” He leaned slightly back into the doorway, “They’re all here!”

Two more demons joined him then, all of them smiling widely. The first one took a step forward, “Where’s Crowley?”

Dean raised an eyebrow, “What makes you think we know?”

“Cut the crap, Winchester.” The first demon took a few more steps toward them, “Whenever the King goes missing, he’s always with you.”

Dean shrugged, holding his hands out to his sides, “Well, unless you think one of us is gonna poop him out…”

“Oh, good,” First Demon’s smile widened, “I was hoping we could do this the hard way.”

He flicked Dean back against a wall with a loud thud, before turning to Cas as he rushed forward. Cas tackled the demon to the ground, while the other two started toward Sam. The giant took a few steps toward them before being flung against the wall, angel blade falling from his grip. He let out a huff as he tried to pry himself off the wall, with no luck.

Dean stood up with a groan, just in time to see Cas plunge Ruby’s knife into the lead demon’s chest. He helped his angel up off the body, before he was flung back against the wall again. He struggled for a moment as he was pinned, sending daggers at the other demons, before noticing Gabriel was still sitting, examining his nails, “You planning on helping or…?”

“Oh, relax,” Gabriel waved a dismissive hand, “They’re not here to fight.”

Dean snorted, “Oh, great.” He raised an eyebrow at the closest demon, “So this is just how you guys get your rocks off?”

“Careful, Winchester.” The demon who had him pinned took a few steps back toward him, “Just because we didn’t come here to kill you doesn’t mean it can’t end like that.”

Cas scoffed and took a step between the demon and his boyfriend, twirling the angel blade in his hand, “I’d like to see you try.”

“What the hell’s going on here?” The voice from behind them made the demon’s jump, effectively dropping the Winchesters to the ground. Crowley took a step into the room, raising an eyebrow at the demons, “Well?”

“U-uh,” One of the demons took a small step toward the Scot, “There was a problem, a-and we needed-”

“A problem?” He shot a look over his shoulder to Bobby, who was leaning against the kitchen door frame, looking just as unimpressed, “And what problem is so terrible you had to violate my Do Not Disturb order?”

The demon swallowed thickly, “W-well, Simon, y’know, the crossroads demon? H-he’s been-”

Crowley held up his hand, “Save it.” He turned to Bobby, apologetic smile on his face, “Can I get a rain check on tonight, Darling?”

Bobby raised an eyebrow at him, purposefully ignoring the questioning look Dean shot his way as the blonde struggled to his feet, “I thought tonight was the rain check?”

Crowley let out an exasperated sigh and took a half-step closer to the eldest, “It’s not my fault they’re idiots.”

Bobby’s eyes flicked up to the two demons, “Yeah, fine. Go save the underworld.” He smirked as he brought his eyes back to their leader, “Not like I needed you for the whole night, anyway.”

The coy smile on the demon’s face made Dean shoot a half-confused, half-surprised look at his brother. Sam shrugged as Crowley turned back to his cronies, letting out a sigh, “Let’s get this over with.”

With a snap of his fingers, all three of the Hell spawn disappeared. Dean immediately took a step toward his father figure, “What the hell was that?

Bobby finally looked at the boys, expression smooth, “What was what?”

Dean took a another step, gesturing vaguely to the space the demons had just occupied, “That! A-are you-”

“Dating Crowley?”

Dean held his hand up as his brother closed the distance, “God, don’t say that out loud!”

Bobby shrugged, “So what if I was?”

Dean sputtered a moment, “I-it…it’s,” he turned to the other men in the room, searching for confirmation, “it’s sick!”

Bobby raised an eyebrow, “Sick?”

“He’s a demon, Bobby! H-how would you even…?” The blonde let his voice trail off, nose crinkling as the mental picture hit him, “No, you know what? Don’t answer that.”

Bobby’s eyes moved off the blonde, “Sam?”

Sam half-shrugged, “I don’t want to think about you like… that, but if you’ve found someone who makes you happy-”

What?” Dean turned to his brother, “Have you completely lost your mind?”

“No, but I just-” he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, eyes darting to the two uncharacteristically silent angels, “We have to be… fair.”

“‘Fair’?” Dean let out a humourless chuckle, “What are you talking about?”

“Well,” Sam shifted his weight again, “We’re both dating angels, so it’s not exactly like we’re in a position to judge.”

“Yeah, but it’s Crowley, Sam!”

“And you’re with Cas.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Cas was never a bad guy!”

“I did once eviscerate your brother’s mental health in a bid to distract you while I attempted to open a door to Purgatory.”

Dean huffed, turning to his angel, “Y-yeah, but that was different.”

“How?”

His brows pulled together as he thought, “T-that… that was a long time ago. And you didn’t do that because you wanted to.” He turned back to his father figure, “Crowley has screwed us every single chance he’s gotten just because he could. Me and Sam would never date someone who would purposefully-”

Gabriel cleared his throat from his seat, sly smile on his face as Dean shot daggers at him, “Wanna rephrase that?”

“You guys are killing me.” Dean ran a hand through his hair, “We’d never date someone who was actively trying to screw us over.” He turned expectant eyes to the others, “Can we all agree on that?”

Bobby raised an eyebrow at the blonde, “So… what? Are you forbidding me from seeing him?”

“What? No. Don’t turn this into some weird teeny-bopper drama. I just…” his eyes searched the floor as he tried to find the right words, “Are you sure there’s no one else you’d rather, y’know…” his faced scrunched again, “do?”

Bobby snorted as he pushed off the doorway, “That’s not all we do, Dean.”

“Not all you…?,” the blonde reached a hand out behind him as he took a stumbled step backward, “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Bobby rolled his eyes as he crossed the now angel-less room, “Quit being so melodramatic. It’s not that big a deal.”

“Not that big a deal?” Dean raised an eyebrow and followed him, stopping at the base of the stairs, “Ordering waffles and getting pancakes isn’t that big a deal. You dating the King of Hell? That’s a big deal!”

Bobby huffed, turning on the step he was on, “Well how ‘bout I make it real simple for you then, Dean?” He locked eyes with the blonde, face hard, “I never asked for your opinion, and I damn sure don’t need your permission. Got it?”

Dean swallowed thickly, but nodded, watching in silent surprise as the eldest disappeared up the stairs. He starred after him a minute – just long enough to hear a bedroom door close – before he ran a hand through his hair, making his way back to the couch, “Can you believe that?”

Sam approached cautiously, kneeling on the ground before picking up the empty game box, “That was a little rude, Dean.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“No,” Sam shook his head as he started packing up the board game, “I mean you were rude.”

“What?” The blonde looked up from the fake money he was stacking together, raising an eyebrow, “You’re kidding, right?”

Sam let out a sigh, keeping his eyes on the board he was packing, “I know you’re not that big a fan of demons, but…” he let his voice trail off, brows furrowing as he searched for the right words, “Where did all that intolerance come from?”

Intolerance?” Dean scoffed, “I’m not intolerant. I just don’t like it.”

“You don’t have to like it to be respectful.” Sam flicked his eyes up to his brother, “You basically outlawed Crowley from his own house, after he saved our asses.”

“Sam-”

“No, Dean, look,” he closed the lid to the now-packed-away game box, and stood, “I don’t trust Crowley any more than you do, but don’t you think – that after everything – Bobby deserves to be happy?”

“’Course,” Dean ran a hand through his hair, before resting his arms on his knees, “But why can’t he be happy with someone else? Y’know, like a human. Any human?”

“Well we did kill Fate.” The corner of Sam’s mouth turned up into a smile, “Maybe he was destined to be with someone else.”

“Oh great,” Dean rolled his eyes as he stood, “Now you’re saying this is our fault?”

“No,” he clapped his brother on the shoulder, getting him to look him in the eye, “I’m saying don’t ask a person to choose between you and their significant other. You might not like who they choose.”

Dean opened his mouth to reply, before closing it silently, “Yeah, alright, fine.” He swatted his brother’s hand off his shoulder, making a break for the kitchen, “Can we get back to game night, now?”

Sam shrugged, “If you tell the angels it’s safe to come back.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Cowards.” He ran a hand through his hair again, “Fine. I’ll send out the Bat Signal while I start the popcorn. You pick the next game.”

“But, Dean, I was in the middle of-”

Dean turned, “Game Night was your angel’s stupid idea.” He shot his brother a cocky smile as he leaned against the door frame, “That means you have to suffer, just like the rest of us.”

 

 

Dean shot up in his bed, frantic eyes looking around the dark bedroom, what the…? He blinked his eyes rapidly, willing them to adjust to the darkness as he scanned the room, jumping out of bed as he saw a silhouette standing in the doorway.

“I wouldn’t bother with that, if I were you.”

Dean stopped, crouched beside the bed, arm halfway to the machete he kept under it. He raised an eyebrow as he placed the accent, “…Crowley?”

“The one and only.”

Dean rolled his eyes before straightening back up, “What the hell are you doing in here?”

“Ssshhh,” Crowley gestured for the hunter to meet him in the doorway, “Are you trying to wake him up?”

Dean turned to the bed, and was mildly surprised to see Cas sleeping, smushed against the wall, since when does he sleep? He made his way out into the hall, pulling the bedroom door closed behind him, keeping his voice low, “Well? What do you want?”

“I always thought angels would be too… hard to cuddle with,” Crowley sighed after a moment at the lack of answer, “Fine, straight to business, then.” He leaned himself against the banister, “It seems we have a problem.”

Dean snorted, crossing his arms over his chest, “We’ve got lots of problems, Crowley. You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

“You have a problem with me and Bobby?”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Not this again. Look, I don’t-”

“Normally, I couldn’t give a rat’s ass what you think about me,” he flicked his eyes toward the bedroom at the end of the hall, sighing, “But apparently your opinion of me matters to Bobby. Which means we need to fix this. So,” he rubbed his hands together, giving the hunter an expectant look, “What exactly are you concerned about, hm?”

Dean scoffed, “You’re kidding, right?” At the lack of answer, he ran a hand through his hair, “Fine. You’re a demon, which means you feed on chaos, and love torturing those around you, just because you can. All you’ve done is lie, manipulate and try to kill both me and Sam,” he took a step forward, face growing serious as he felt the anger begin to bubble up in his chest, “And, perhaps most irritatingly, you’re juuust too useful for us to kill, no matter how much we’ve wanted to. So no, I don’t trust you. And I especially don’t condone your… whatever it is you’re doing with Bobby, because I know you’re incapable of having good intentions. But,” he took in a breath as he backed off a few steps, “for some reason, you seem to be making Bobby happy, so I’m not gonna stand in the way of that.”

Crowley nodded slowly, “Y’know you give pretty good threatening speeches when you’re half-asleep?” At the eye roll, Crowley took a few steps away from the banister, raising an eyebrow, “Are you sure you’ll be able to hide all of,” he gestured vaguely to the hunter, “whatever emotion that is?”

Dean gave him a tight smile, “I did it with Ruby, I can do it with you.”

Crowley snorted, “Yeah, because that ended so well.”

Dean rushed forward again, pinning the demon against the banister, “I got to stab that Hell bitch while Sam pinned her down after she royally fucked up, so yeah, I’d say it ended well. And, just so we’re clear,” he narrowed his eyes, nodding toward Bobby’s bedroom, “If you ever hurt him, I’ll be first in line to roast your bones over a bonfire. Got it?”

“Got it.” The blonde backed off again, and Crowley took a few steps away from the banister again, straightening his suit, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a tied up hunter to attend to.”

“Ugh,” Dean held up his hand, face twisting into disgust at the mental picture, “Just because I’m not gonna stab you in your sleep doesn’t mean I want to hear about your crazy demon sex. I’ve got more than enough life scars, thanks.”

A sly smile pulled at the corner of Crowley’s mouth as he started back down the hall, “Love you too, Darling.”


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Settle (Preview)

Written: 20.11.28

Words: 340

Crobby


“Well?” Crowley raised an eyebrow at the hunter, taking a sip from the drink in his hand.

Bobby starred at the new baseball cap he was holding, swallowing thickly, “What is this?”

Crowley pushed off the doorway and came over to the hunters’ desk, “What’s it look like?”

Bobby finally raised his eyes to the demon, unable to contain his shock, “… You do know what today is, right?”

“You think we don’t have calendars in Hell?”

“So then…” Bobby looked back to the hat he was holding, trying to put the pieces together, “You got me a present?”

“God, no!” Crowley waved a dismissive hand as he jumped up to sit on the edge of the desk, “Pfft, who do you think you’re talking to?”

“… So you just decided to give me a new hat?”

“Yep.”

“On Valentine’s Day?”

“Yes.”

“… You do know what the word ‘present’ means, right?”


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New Things (Preview)

Written: 20.11.28

Words: 606

Dean x Reader, 2021’s Valentine’s Day fic


“Are you sure about this?” Dean looks hesitant as he undoes his belt.

“Oh yeah,” You give him a thousand-watt smile and lay yourself back on the bed, before tying the t-shirt over your eyes as a makeshift blindfold.

“Alright,” you hear him sigh before feeling the bed dip as he kneels over you, sliding the belt around your wrists.

You let out a low breath as the cool metal of the buckle slides up your arms, stopping only once it’s resting against the butt of your thumbs. You can’t help the goose bumps that break out across your skin as you feel him lean down over you, lips just a hair above the skin of your neck. His familiar warmth and scent envelope you, and you can’t help but notice how much more intense things seem when you can’t see what he’s doing.

In the next instant his warmth is gone, and you feel the bed rise as he presumably gets up. You frown, and slowly move your legs around, frown deepening as you don’t make contact.

“Oh come on… don’t tell me you’re gonna leave me here? That’s just rude.”

His low chuckle sends a shiver up your spine as his warmth returns, “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

You feel something drip onto your stomach, and you can’t help but flinch at it’s coldness, “Jesus! What the hell is that?”

He replies in the form of licking whatever it is off you, tongue strangely rough, and you’re briefly reminded of your cat.

His tongue disappears again and you huff, “Now what?”

“I think I heard something downstairs.”

You shake your head, “Very funny, Dean. If you didn’t want to do this, we didn’t hav-”

“Dean?”

“Shit!”

Sams’ voice calls from down the stairs, and the next instant you hear Dean thudding around the room, presumably to pull on some clothes.


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The Prize (Preview)

Started: 20.04.25
Finished: 20.12.20
Words: 3,225
Destiel, Sabriel

“Are you sure you can handle them?” Dean raised an eyebrow at his brother in the mirror as he flipped his collar up.

Sam rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning himself against the door frame, “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Hey, man, I’m just sayin’, if you can’t,” the blonde turned from the mirror, grabbing his tie from the bed, “We don’t have to go.”

The giant let out a chuckle, raising an eyebrow, “I just got back from a solo werewolf hunt, but you don’t think I can handle your kids?”

“Exactly, man, you’re beat!” Dean struggled with the tie for a moment, before letting out an exasperated sigh, “I’m serious, we can call this whole thing off if-”

“Dude, it’s your anniversary, you can’t cancel.” Sam pushed off the door frame, shaking his head before walking over, swatting his brothers’ hands away from the tie, “Enjoy your night out with Cas.”

“But what if-”

If they get unruly,” He shot his brother a smirk as he tightened the tie, “Gabe’ll drop them in a worm hole.”

 

 

“Taylor?” Gabriel came around the corner, stopping in the doorway of the kitchen as he spotted the five-year-old, who was struggling to pull herself up onto the fridge, “What are you doing?”

“Climbing.”

“Climbing, of course.” The angel couldn’t help but smile, and he cocked an eyebrow, “Just don’t go too far, okay? Wouldn’t want you to get stuck.”

The blonde smiled triumphantly at the angel as she reached the top, before she cocked her head to one side, eyes going wide as she saw just how far up she had gotten. She raised her wide eyes back to the angel, bottom lip beginning to quiver.

Gabriel shrugged, “This is why you gotta have a plan, Kiddo.”

She sniffed loudly, reaching her arms out in front of her, taking a step dangerously close to the edge of the fridge, “Down!”

He was across the room in the next instant, “Alright, alright, come on, Tarzan.” He reached his arms up to her, cursing himself for not being a foot taller, shit. He saw the fear in her eyes as he wasn’t able to reach her and he shook his head, shooting her a wink, “Don’t worry, Kiddo, this is why we keep Uncle Sam around.”

She gave the angel a small smile, and took a step backward, thankfully, just as her tears began to fall.

“Sam?” He did his best to keep what he hoped was a reassuring smile on his face, “No-no-no, don’t cry. We’ll get you down.” He turned his head slightly to the door, “Sam!”

A moment later the giant appeared in the doorway, twin brother tucked up under his arm like a football, “What?”

“We, uh, could use your expertise.” Gabriel nodded to the kid atop the fridge, reaching his arms up again, as if to prove he couldn’t get her.

Sam looked from the angel to the blonde, unable to keep the smile off his face as he made his way into the room. He placed her brother down on the ground before walking over to the fridge, shaking his head as he plucked Taylor from the top of it, “Climbing without a plan? Hasn’t Uncle Gabe taught you anything?”

“That’s what I said!” Gabriel shook his head as Sam went to put her down, surprised when she shrieked and tightened her grip around his neck. Gabriel cocked an eyebrow, “What, now you like heights?”

She shrugged and looked at Sams’ arms, “I won’t fall.”

“Riiight,” Gabriel rolled his eyes, hand snatching the end of Tyler’s t-shirt as he turned to leave, “And where do you think you’re going?”

“I want to watch a movie.”

Gabriel shared a look with Sam, who nodded, “Well that sounds like a great idea!”

They trooped out of the kitchen and into the living room, Sam depositing Taylor down onto the couch. Gabriel settled on the arm of the couch as Sam plopped down in front of the TV, beginning to sift through the stack of movies beside it, “What’d you have in mind?”

“Jurassic Park!”

Sam barked out a laugh, and didn’t bother to turn around, “Nice try.”

“Daddy let’s us watch it.”

Sam turned around and raised an eyebrow, reading the twins’ faces, “Really?”


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Son of a Bitch! (#3 – Christmas Edition)

Started: 20.12.22

Finished: 20.12.29

Words: 459


“Son of a bitch!”

Sam bolted upright, reaching for his gun on the nightstand in the dark. He tore out of his bedroom, sweeping the bunker as he went, “Dean?”

“I’m in here!”

He approached the kitchen, mind racing as he heard his brother continue to swear, “… You okay?”

“Fan-freaking-tastic.”

Sam stopped in the doorway as he spotted his brother standing in front of the open oven door, baking tray laying on the floor, amongst scattered pieces of broken cookies. Sam blinked in surprise, tired brain trying to make sense of the scene as he tucked his gun into the back of his pants, “What uh… what are you doing?”

Dean made the short trip over to the sink, running cold water over his bright red hand, “Burnt my hand.”

Sam shook his head, coming down the few steps into the kitchen, “And you’re baking at 4am because…?”

“I was trying to surprise you.”

“Why?”

Dean shook his head, “After the year you’ve had, I… I just wanted to do something nice.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, “And you thought… baking was the best way to do that?”

The blonde gave his brother a pointed look as he turned the water off, shaking out his hand, “It is the holiday season.”

Sam scoffed, making his way over, to help pick up the broken cookies, “Yeah, but we aren’t exactly the celebrating types.”

Dean slammed his fist down on the counter, immediately regretting it as his knees buckled with the pain. He took in a sharp breath, momentarily closing his eyes as he let it out, “I just… I wanted to give you at least one good holiday memory. I mean seriously, it shouldn’t be that hard to-”

The blonde cut himself off as he felt his brother nearly slam himself against his chest, arms wrapping around his back, tightly. He opened his eyes and hugged his brother back, in spite of his surprise. Sam let go in the next instant, going back to picking up broken pieces of cookies, as if the hug didn’t happen. Dean stood there a moment, brows furrowing in confusion.

He made his way over to help his brother pick up the broken cookies, occasionally glancing at him as he helped, unsure of if he should say something. They continued in silence for a few minutes, before Dean couldn’t hold back anymore, “Sammy-”

“Don’t.”

He raised an eyebrow at his brothers’ tone but complied. Sam flicked his eyes up to the blonde’s face and sighed, running the hand that wasn’t piled with broken cookies through his hair, giving a sheepish shrug, “Sometimes you just need a hug, y’know?”

Dean nodded, unable to hide the smile that pulled at the corner of his mouth, I know.


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No Place I’d Rather Be

Reminder: This is 2020’s last fic. I’ll be taking the last half of December and first half of January off from posting. I should be back January 15th with the first fic of the new year.


Written: 19.12.09

Words: 1,395

DeanxReader

Written for the SPN Amino apps’ Secret Santa 2019. I got Not Natural – The Parody, who’s favourite characters are Dean and Charlie. Their bio said they were a Dean girl, hence the xReader part. I posted this in the app last year, and apparently forgot to post it here.

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Oh, no-no-no-no! You spin around, eyes desperately sweeping over the boxes of Christmas decorations that litter the floor. I can’t believe I can’t find it… you drop to your knees and begin digging through the nearest box, it has to be here… he’s gonna kill me!

The turning lock of the front door made your head whip up like a dog, and you feel your heart leap out of your chest as the blonde walks through the door.

He shakes the snow from his hair and toes off his shoes, before stopping, eyes glancing to the half-decorated tree behind you, thousand-watt smile splitting his face, “What’s this?”

You stand quickly, nearly knocking the box of decorations over, fidgeting with your sleeves, “I-I thought you were going to be working all day.”

“Eh,” he waves a dismissive hand as he makes his way over, “Tony slipped a little something extra into Boss-Mans’  coffee, he should be out till tomorrow.” He notes the look on your face and raises an eyebrow, “If you don’t want to spend Christmas Eve with me, I can-”

“No! No, I do,” you force a smile and take a step closer, he’s so going to kill me, “I just wanted to finish before you got back, that’s all.”

“Oh, well,” he wraps his arms around you, and pulls you against him, winking, “Now I can help.”

 

 

“You…” the blonde closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, “You lost it?”

“No! Of course not!” Your hands are shaking and you’re doing your best to hold back tears, “I distinctly remember putting it in one of the decoration boxes last here. I just…” you sigh, hanging your head, “I can’t remember which box.”

“Oh well,” he drops his hand and shrugs, giving you an incredulous look, “That’s just great.” He stomps a few feet away from the tree, “the one ornament I have that actually means something to me, and you can’t find it. That’s… that’s awesome.” He snatches his coat and makes his way to the front door.

You feel your own rage begin to rise, and stomp a few feet toward the door, crossing your arms over your chest, “It’s not like I lost it on purpose.”

Dean shakes his head, wrenching the front door open, “I can’t deal with this right now.”

Your jaw drops as he disappeared, slamming the door shut behind him. What the… Fuck! You run a hand through your hair and take a deep breath. Okay, you shake your head, swiping at your eyes, spinning back around to face the mess behind you, back to problem number one.

 

 

“What are you doing here?”

Dean scoffs, easing himself down onto the bar stool, reaching for the beer bottle, “Save the lecture.”

“Hey,” Charlie held her hands up in mock surrender, “I was just curious.” She jumps up on the stool next to him, “Although, now that you bring it up…” she gives him a crooked smile.

He lets out a heavy sigh, “She lost Moms’ ornament.”

“So?”

He turns, “What do you mean ‘so’? It was Moms’ ornament!”

She raises an eyebrow at him, “Did she lose it on purpose?”

“Well, no, but still, I-”

She shrugs, “Then it doesn’t matter. Yeah it sucks, but are you really gonna let that ruin your holiday?”

He shakes his head and takes another swig, “You don’t understand…”

“Maybe.” She began twirling around on her stool, “But if that’s the worst thing to happen to you this year?” She shrugs again, “I’d say that puts it in your Top 10 Best.”

He gives her a sideways glance, “I hate you.”

She gives him a cheeky smile, “I know.” She bumps his arm, nodding toward the door, “Now go save your Christmas.”

 

 

You take a step back to admire the freshly decorated tree, giant smile splitting your face, damn, I’m good. He’ll love it! Your face falls as the knot reforms in your stomach, stop that. He will love it. You chew your lip as the cloud of worry begins to creep back in.

“Wow.”

You jump and turn around, cheeks burning as you see the blonde standing in the hall, “I-I didn’t-” you cut herself off, shaking your head, “You really like it?”

“’Course,” he flashes a small smile as he comes closer, “How could I not when it was made by my favourite girl?”

You’re unable to ignore the pang in your heart at the statement, “I’m your favourite girl now? Huh.” You turn back to the tree, crossing your arms.

You hear him take a few steps closer, but don’t bother turning, “You’ve always been my favourite girl.”

You feel tears well up in your eyes as he places his hand on your shoulder, and need to use all your strength to break out from under it, heading toward the kitchen, “Could’ve fooled me.”

“C’mon. That’s not fair.” He follows you in, placing his hands on the counter, “You know I’m not good at this.”

You scoff, “It doesn’t take a genius to figure out you don’t accuse your girlfriend of purposefully sabotaging your happiness.”

“Wow, hey,” he holds his hands up in mock surrender, “I never said that.”

You spin away from the oven to give him a look, “You might as well have. The face you made when I told you I couldn’t find it?” You close your eyes for a moment, image flashing through your mind, no longer able to hold back your tears, “God, Dean you looked at me like I killed her!”

His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped, “Wha-? I-I… No, I…”

“You can’t look at me with that much hate and then just waltz back in here like everything’s fine!” You turn back to the stove, swiping at your eyes, “That’s not how it works.”

You hear him take a deep breath, before you feel his hands on your shoulders, “I didn’t… I could never… I’m sorry.” He pressed a kiss into the top of your head, “I shouldn’t of overreacted.”

You sniff loudly and swipe at your eyes, willing yourself to stop crying as you feel his arms slide down to wrap around your waist, chin resting on the top of your head, “I-I’m sorry.”

“No, hey,” he spins you around, lifting your chin so you’re looking into his eyes, “It was just an ornament.”

You sniff loudly again before digging your hand into your pocket, pulling out the carefully folded picture and placing it in his hand. He gives you a quizzical look but opens it, revealing the faded family photo that had been in the ornament, “I…” you take a steadying breath, “I found it at the bottom of one of the boxes. The bulb was shattered, but I thought if we got some ribbon, we could put her at the top of the tree.”

He lifted watery eyes to you, smile on his face showing his gratitude.

You give him a small smile of your own, before sniffing the air, oh no! You push him back a few steps, grabbing the oven mitts before wrenching the oven door open, smoke billowing out, “No-no-no-no!” You reach through the smoke and pull out the burnt pie. “Shit!”

He peers over your shoulder and smiles at the black rock, “My favourite.”

You roll your eyes as you take the oven mitts off, “Please, don’t.”

“What? I’m serious!” At your pointed look, he sighed, before grabbing a fork  and digging into the middle, plunging a giant forkful of burnt pie into his mouth. He squinted his eye as he crunched through it, swallowing before flashing you a blackened toothy grin, “Yummy.”

“Yeah, I bet it tastes awesome now that you’ve burnt your taste buds.”

He shrugs at you before diving back in, unflinchingly putting another forkful in his mouth.

You can’t help but smile as you watch him continue eating, “You really don’t have to eat it. It’s fine.”

“I know,” he smiled at you around the black bits, “It really is my favourite.”

“Somehow I doubt that.”

“No, really.” He took another mouthful, “this is great.”

You shake your head as you watch him continue to devour the pie, “Okay, fine, I’ll bite: why is burnt pie your favourite?”

He shrugs, barely looking up from the ruined dessert, “It’s how Mom used to make them.”


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You Look Good (In My Shirt)

Originally for an art trade, for NerdyDork (Tumblr), who asked for: a DeanxReader x-mas fic.
Started/Requested: 19.12.08
Finished: 20.06.25
Words: 2,414
DeanxReader, Christmas Fic

I can’t believe they didn’t have it, you huff in annoyance and adjust your grip on the shopping bags, blowing hair out of your eyes. I don’t even know what other store might have it!

You transfer all your shopping bags to one hand, carefully digging your phone out of your pocket, I’m running out of time. You sigh in disappointment at the blinking low battery in the top right corner, I told him I wouldn’t take too long…

You stop at the stairs leading down to the subway, chewing your lip, okay, I’ll go check two more stores. And if they don’t have it? You begin down the steps, then he’s getting coal.

 

 

“Thank God,” Dean took a few steps back, collapsing onto the couch as he admired the freshly decorated tree.

“Told you we’d finish in time,” Sam placed the lid on the box of decorations.

“We wouldn’t of if she got back on time,” Dean glanced up to the clock on the wall, “she should’ve been back by now.”

“Maybe she’s still shopping?”

The blonde picked his phone up from the table, frowning at the lack of messages, “She would’ve told me.”

Sam made his way over to sit beside his brother, “Maybe her phone died?”

“Yeah, maybe…” the blonde sat up, boulder of worry beginning to grow.

The giant noted the movement, “Hey, don’t go there.” He clapped him on the shoulder, “She’ll be back soon.”

The blonde settled back onto the couch, keeping one eye on the clock, I hope so.

 

 

Am I blind? You spin around, wild eyes scanning the shelves, the sales rep said it would be right here. You begin reading all the tags on the shelf, maybe they’re just sold out? restlessly switching the shopping bags to your other hand.

You huff in annoyance as none of the tags are what you’re looking for, where else could this stupid thing possibly be? This was becoming less and less about finding the perfect present, and now was closer to a vendetta. I can’t go back with nothing for him. You internally groan, beginning to walk back down the aisle, maybe I missed it? They do rearrange the stores at this time of year.

You hurry down the other shelves, eyes barely registering the blur of shapes and colours, c’mon, c’mon… you huff again as you reach the first aisle, oh, well that’s just great. You shift your weight to your opposite foot, why would he lie to me about it being here? A sinking feeling comes over you then, as you feel yourself beginning to lose hope, I really don’t want to go back without it.

You close your eyes momentarily, taking a deep breath, okay, girl, think: where else could it be? It’s not like it’s holy oil, I know you can get it at a regular store. You re-open your eyes, the store name hitting you like a bolt of lightening, of course! I’m so dumb!

You hurry out of the store, ignoring the confused stares of the employees, resolve strengthening, he’s gonna flip.

 

 

“Okay, now can I worry?”

Sam watches as his brother paces the living room floor, “Dean, I’m sure she’s-”

“No!” He stops, pointing an accusatory finger at him, “No more of this ‘she’s fine’ crap! She was supposed to be here three hours ago!”

Sam sighs, holding his hands up in mock surrender, “I’m sorry, okay? I just figured-”

“It doesn’t matter.” Dean turns on his heel, going over to the door, pulling his jacket on, “I’m going after her.”

“Whoa, dude.” Sam followed, “Relax. Let’s take a minute and think about this logically.”

“Okay, sure,” he toes on his boots, “She wouldn’t just not come home!” He walks the few steps over, hand on the knob, “So – logically – I’m gonna get to the bottom of it.”

 

 

Finally, you feel as though a weight has been lifted from your shoulders as you pick the God-forsaken present off the shelf, snaking your way back toward the checkout line, I’m never shopping on Christmas Eve again.

Your eyes go wide as you walk down one aisle, line of people halfway down it, oh come on! It wasn’t this busy when I walked in! You walk out to the end of the aisle, scanning the rows of closed checkouts, really? Not even the express is open? You hang your head and walk back to the end of the line, noting most people ahead of you had overflowing carts. Should I even try? You chew your lip before shaking your head, no, no. I decided to go shopping tonight, I deserve this.

You join the end of the line and sigh, he better enjoy this.

 

 

“Yeah, she was here.”

Thank God, “Great,” Dean breathed out a sigh of relief, “where did she go?”

The cashier gave him a once over, suspicion evident on his face.

Dean sucked his teeth, pulling the picture of them out of his wallet, “I’m her boyfriend.”

He still didn’t look convinced, why does she have to look so young, anyway? “I’m not sure, sorry.”

“Great, that’s… great.” Dean breathed out a heavy sigh, leaning his arms against the counter, giving him a pointed look, “You’re sure you don’t know? Did she say anything at all?” His eyes glanced to the door, “Did you at least see which way she turned down the street?”

The cashier shook his head, “Sorry, man.”

Dean resisted the urge to punch the counter, giving the cashier a tight smile before exiting the store, opting instead to punch the brick wall, “Damn it!” His heart quickened as he checked the time on his phone, and his sinking feeling grew as he starred out into the empty street, where are you?

 

 

“I’m back!” You burst through the door, dropping the shopping bags, smile sliding off your face as you don’t see your lover. “Dean?”

“Thank God!” Sam came rushing out of the living room, eyes wild, “where have you been?”

“… Shopping,” You toe off your shoes and give him a smile as he reaches for some of the bags, leading the way into the house, “Where’s Dean?”

“He went looking for you.”

“What?” You chuckle as you drop the bags, sliding out of your coat, “I know I was a little late, but-”

Sam gave you an exasperated look, “A little? Try three hours!”

Your jaw dropped, “What?” Your eyes shoot to the clock on the wall, showing it was passed midnight. Oh my God…

“He wouldn’t of been so worried if you had y’know called or something. He left you like, twenty messages.”

Oh no-no-no-no! You rush over to the couch, plunging the charger into your phone, impatiently waiting for it to turn on, “My phone died.”

Sam let out a triumphant chuckle, shaking his head, “I knew it!”

Your heart begins to sink as the screen flashes on, notifications popping up in a steady stream. You shake your head and punch in his number, bringing the phone to your ear, shaking your head, “I can’t believe this.”

You’ve reached Dean. Leave a message.”

Damn it, “Lover Bear to Batman,” you do your best to keep your voice calm, “Big Brown said you went solo? I’m back at base, so don’t unleash the cavalry. Give me a holler.” You hang up and collapse on the couch, closing your eyes, God I hope he doesn’t wait too long to check his messages.

“Big Brown?”

You crack an eye open to look at the giant, “Yeah…?”

He shook his head, “You couldn’t of picked a code name that doesn’t make me sound like a turd?”

You shrug, “You’re tall and have brown hair.” You stretch before getting up, heading for the box of wrapping paper, “Besides, Dean picked the names. You really think I enjoy referring to myself as Lover Bear?”

 

 

Dean scrubs a hand down his face, come on, where did you go? He lets out a heavy sigh as he continues down the sidewalk, why would you even be out this late? He pulls his jacket tighter around his body as a cold gust of wind blows by, worry deepening, of course this had to happen the week when Baby’s in the shop… He shakes his head at himself as he continues down the street, picking up speed as the wind picks up.

I never should’ve let you go shopping alone, He hasn’t seen another person on the sidewalk for about twenty minutes, which is doing nothing but making him lose his shit. He shakes his head again, what was I thinking? Now she’s missing on Christmas Eve. If anything happens to her, I swear to Chuck-

Dean stops as he feels his phone vibrate. Eagerly reaching into his pocket he suddenly realizes he can’t feel his fingers. Oh, come on! He rubs them, blowing breath into them, ends of fingers beginning to tingle as he shoves his hand into his pocket. Come on, come on… He pulls the phone out with the two fingers that have feeling, and feels triumphant as it lifts out of his pocket.

In the next instant, it’s caught on the lip of his pocket and goes crashing to the sidewalk, shit-shit-shit.

He sighs as he bends down, nearly frozen legs protesting as he reaches for it, letting out a heavy sigh as he sees the phone is now broken. He straightens back up, holding down the power button, half hoping to see the screen flash to life.

Well that’s just great… he scrubs a hand down his face as the screen remains black, doing a quick sweep of the street, I can’t keep going without a phone. He groans as he shoves the useless thing back in his pocket, now I have to drive all the way back… maybe I should pick it back up in the morning? He turns and begins walking back the way he came, shaking his head at himself, yeah, right. Like I’m gonna leave her out here all alone, at night… in the freezing cold. He pulls his jacket tighter around himself as the wind picks up again, get it together, Winchester!

 

 

“Please, just calm down.”

“Calm down?” You scoff as you struggle to pull on your boots, “How do you expect me to calm down? He’s still out there and he’s not answering!” You throw your scarf around your neck and take a step toward the door the giant is blocking.

“I know,” he has his hands out, eyes pleading, “But you leaving again and getting lost isn’t going to do anything. What if he comes back while you’re out, and then he decides to go looking for you, again?”

“B-but I-” You cut yourself off as his words sink in, crossing your arms over your chest, “You’re too logical, y’know.”

Sam cracks a smile and lowers his hands, “I know.” He moves away from the door as you begin sliding yourself out of your coat, “He’ll be back, soon. I promise.”

“I just…” you feel the pit growing in your stomach as you quick your boots back off, “I’m worried. If something were to happen to him because of me, I couldn’t-”

“Pfft, please.”

The voice from behind you gets you to turn, and you bolt to him, nearly knocking the blonde over, giant smile on your face, “Dean!”

“Whoa!” He catches you easily, and spins you around in a circle to keep from falling over.

“Where the hell have you been?” You back out of the hug, but slide your hand into his, “Oh my God, you’re freezing!”

“Yeah, well,” he allows you to pull him into the house, nearly tripping as he kicks off his boots, “I had to find you. Why didn’t you tell me you were here?”

You let out an exasperated laugh, “My phone died, and then I got back and you weren’t here. I left you a message after I got back. But that was still a while ago.” You all but push him down onto the couch, climbing into his lap, beginning to rub the cold from his arms, “Didn’t you get my message?”

Dean lets out a chuckle, eyes crinkling as he pulls his phone from his pocket, showing you the shattered screen, “It broke.”

You shake your head and nuzzle your head into his neck, “I’m just glad you’re back.”

Sam turns expectant eyes to the two of you, “If only you had someone to tell you everything would work out…” He pretended to tap his chin in though, “Oh, wait a minute… didn’t- yes, I think so – didn’t I say that?”

You share a look with Dean, mischievous smile on your face, before he reaches over, tossing a pillow at the giant, “Shut up, Sammy.”

He catches it easily, before raising an eyebrow, “Sooo…” He looks between the two of you, “do you want to do the presents now or…?”

Dean chuckles, shaking his head, “I knew you didn’t stay just to see if she was okay.”

“Wha-?” Sam scoffed, “Of course I did!” He turned half-panicked eyes to you, “I’m glad you’re okay, really, I am.” He turned back to his brother, throwing the pillow back, “But we do have a tradition, you know.”

You snuggle yourself closer to the blondes’ chest, rubbing the arm you can’t reach with your free hand, “Well it’s gonna take a while to defrost him,” you flick your eyes up to the clock, “And it is pretty late. Maybe we should just do it tomorrow?”

“Welp, you heard the lady,” Dean wraps his freezing arms around you, sly smile on his face as he stands up from the couch, raising an eyebrow at his brother as he starts toward the stairs – you still in his arms, “I don’t know if you want to stick around for how I plan on warming up, but you’re welcome to sleep on the couch.”

Bitch Face Number Four, with a small chuckle, as Sam starts toward the door, “No! No, I’m good.” He shrugs his jacket on, waving as he opens the door, “I’ll come back tomorrow.”

You shake your head, unable to keep your smile off your face, as he starts up the stairs, “You didn’t have to kick him out, y’know.”

“Sure I did,” He reaches the top and brings you into the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him, “I gotta give you your real present first.”


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Human Nature

Written: 20.06.14

Words: 445

Crobby


Bobby startled awake at the crash that came from the kitchen. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he cautiously got up from his desk, the boys shouldn’t be back yet.

He grabbed the Colt off the edge of the desk as he approached, taking aim as the kitchen door opened.

“Wait!” Crowley held his hands up in mock surrender, “It’s just me.”

“Jesus!” Bobby let out a breath as he saw it was the demon, tucking the gun into the back of his pants, “How the hell do you keep getting in here?”

“Let’s just say some of your warding isn’t as up-to-date as you think,” Crowley smiled, taking a sip from the drink in his hand.

Bobby took the drink and made his way back over to the desk, “Thanks for the tip.”

“Is that any way to treat an old friend?”

Bobby shot a look at the demon, “Friends usually don’t have to break in.”

“Please,” Crowley waved a dismissive hand, “Breaking in would actually require effort.”

“You said you were here why again?”

“Can’t I come by just to chat?” At the disbelieving look on the hunters’ face, the demon sighed, “Fine.” He took a few steps toward the desk, “I was hoping to get your help with something.”

“No.”

Crowley let out an exasperated sigh, “You don’t even know what I’m going to ask!”

“Yeah, well, last time you needed my help, I ended up losing my soul,” Bobby shot him a look as he took a seat at his desk, “So excuse me if I’m not exactly jumping at the chance to relive that.”

Crowley took a seat on the edge of the desk, “I gave it back, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, after I had to dig up your bones.”

“Semantics.” He waved a dismissive hand, “The important thing now is that you have it.”

Bobby gave the demon another look as he took the Colt out of his pants, placing it down on the desk, “You better get to your point if you don’t want another hole in one of your suits.”

Crowley shook his head, “Must you always be so… you about everything? I mean, honestly…”

Bobby gave the demon a once over as he let his voice trail off before sighing, taking his ball cap off to run a hand through his hair, “Listen, Princess, I don’t got all day. So why don’t you make yourself useful and wait for me upstairs?”

Crowley’s jaw dropped at the hunters’ suggestion. He open and closed his mouth a few times in stunned silence, before a wicked smile split his face as he eagerly hopped off the desk, “Happily.”


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