Important: This is the 4th last fic of the year! I’ll be taking the last half of December and first half of January off from posting. I’ll be back January 17th, 2025 with the first story of the new year!
Written: 24.10.31
Words: 533
General, C2C (ish)
Crowley sighed into his hand as he watched the demon before him go on and on…
And on.
It was never ending trivial management bullshit!
This demon wants to eat this many babies, but this demon stole from his supply, the Hellhounds are restless with only 4 runs a day, crossroad deals took a dip this month… who gives a fuck?
Sure, clawing his way to the top was exciting. New baddies to beat, demons to win over, cunning double-crossing plans to enact, but now? Now he just sat on the throne, listening to all of Hell’s ‘problems’. And then he’d fix them.
Sam rolled his eyes as he handed the steaks off to his brother, “I’m only 5 minutes late, Dean.”
“Yeah, well, it might as well be an hour,” The blonde shook his head, fiddling with the barbeque dial, “You know how old this thing is. It doesn’t hold heat correctly.”
The giant shook his head, grabbing a beer from the cooler, “Why didn’t one of us get him a new one for his wedding, again?”
“Because Bobby wouldn’t use it.” He kicked the side of the grill, holding one hand above the grill to check the temperature, “Not until this one finally dies.”
The youngest leaned in, peering over his brother’s shoulder at the dark grill, “…You sure it’s not already dead?”
“Don’t think so.” The blonde turned the dial again, practically willing the grill to heat up, “Maybe we could just order steaks.”
Sam scoffed, “How are we supposed to do that without Bobby noticing?”
Dean’s eyes flicked up to where his kids and father figure were playing – chasing each other around one of the junk cars a few feet away. He slapped one of the steaks onto the grill, shoulders deflating in disappointment as it made no noise.
He brought his eyes back to his brother, lowering his voice, “Make the call on the front porch. Don’t let anyone see you.”
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Destiel (Implied), Sabriel (Implied), Crobby, C2C, Unlearning Series Fic #10
“I thought you were gonna drop it?”
Dean sputtered, gesturing to the bedroom, “Dropping it isn’t the same as giving him my blessing.”
Cas rolled his eyes, plopping himself down on the bed, letting out an annoyed groan. He’d been trying to talk Dean into finally agreeing to let Crowley pop the question for weeks – to no avail. Hell, all of them – him, Sam, even Gabriel had tried, but Dean was nothing if not stubborn. And when Dean Winchester had made up his mind about something, he was hard pressed to change it.
Not that it stopped them all from trying. None of them could understand why the blonde was being so stubborn. Crowley had saved his life – same as Gabriel – but that apparently didn’t matter. Dean just wasn’t budging.
“Are you forgetting he saved you?”
“Oh, please!” Dean crinkled his nose, waving a dismissive hand at the angel, “I’m so sick of hearing that! It’s not like I asked him to save me!”
Cas felt the anger bubble up in his chest again, and he rose from the bed, “So you would’ve been just as happy if he didn’t? If that demon had killed you, oh well?”
“No, Cas, you know that’s not what I mean!” Dean scrubbed a hand through his hair, whole body tense, why can’t I make you understand? “It’s just-”
“What, Dean? He’s what?”
“H-he… he’s still….”
“Yeah…?”
“He’s still him!”
“He’s changed!”
“People don’t change!”
“But he’s not even a person!”
“Exactly!” Dean let out a humourless chuckle, “If people don’t change, demons for sure as shit aren’t gonna!”
Cas threw up his hands, “How can you still be so…. so you about this?” Cas forced himself to take a deep breath, and walked the few steps over to the now-retired hunter, “He makes Bobby happy. Don’t you think he deserves that?”
“Of course I do.” Dean’s tone was lowering to match the angel’s, even though his chest was still huffing, “I just don’t think Crowley is right for him.”
“Okay, fine. Then who would you pick?”
Dean blinked in surprise at his angel, “What?”
Cas gave him a pointed look, crossing his arms over his chest, “You think you can do a better job finding someone for Bobby? Go ahead, pick someone.”
“W-well,” Dean shifted his weight, “I… I don’t know anyone off the top of my head-”
“Uh-huh.”
The corner of the blonde’s mouth twitched, “You know what? Fine! I will find someone better for Bobby, and when I do, all you guys have to drop this.”
“Fine,” Cas stuck out his hand for them to shake on it, pulling the ex-hunter in close once their hands touched, “But if you can’t, you will give Crowley your blessing.”
Dean’s eyes narrowed, searching the angel’s face for a moment, before he nodded, “Deal.”
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This is Fic #9 of the Unlearning Series. There is only one more to go! Fic #10 will be coming out next month!
Started: 21.06.26
Finished: 22.01.14
Words: 3,930
C2C, Destiel, Crobby (Implied)
“This is your big secret?” He rolled his eyes again, “You could’ve hid this anywhere in Bobby’s house without him finding it, y’know. Why don’t you try to hide it on one of his thousand bookshe-” the hunter cut himself off as Crowley opened the box, revealing the shining engagement ring that was inside. Dean’s eyes flicked between the ring and the demon a few times, before he raised an eyebrow, “… What the hell is that?” He peered closer at it, eyebrows raising in surprise, “I-is that an engagement ring?”
“Yep.”
“And you’re showing me this…?”
Crowley let out an exasperated sigh, snapping the box closed, “I know Moose is the smart one, but honestly I didn’t think I’d have to spell it out for you.” At the still-confused look, he shook his head, slipping the box back into his jacket, “It’s for Bobby, genius.”
“Bobby?” Dean’s eyebrows shot up, lips twitching, “Y-you’re kidding, right?” At the serious look, the blonde snorted, licking his lips in a failed attempt to keep his laughter at bay, “Y-you are gonna ask…” his voice trailed off into a fit of laughter.
Crowley gave the hunter a tight smile, “Yeah, yeah, it’s hilarious.” He shot the blonde a death glare and stood up from the chair, “I knew I shouldn’t have told you.”
Dean shook his head, “I-I’m sorry,” his shoulders twitched as he tried to wipe at his eyes, “it’s just, the thought of you asking Bobby to…” the blonde cleared his throat, trying to get his laughter under control, “that’s just… I mean, that would-”, the smile slid off his face, and he turned now-worried eyes to the demon, “t-that would make us…”
“Relax,” Crowley waved a dismissive hand, unable to keep the cheeky smile off his face, “you won’t have to call me Daddy.”
Dean’s face scrunched at the mental image and shuddered, “Ugh.”
Crowley rolled his eyes, retaking his seat, turning expectant eyes to the hunter, “So…?”
“So…?”
Crowley huffed “How did the two of you once save the world?” He brought his eyes back to the blonde, and spoke slowly, “What do you think?”
Dean’s brows furrowed, “What do you mean? What do I think… about you wanting to marry Bobby?” At the nod, Dean sputtered for a moment, “I uh, I don’t know. It’s weird. I mean, do demons even- wait,” Dean raised an eyebrow, “Why are you asking?”
Crowley scrubbed a hand down his face, pursing his lips, “Because, I need to ask Bobby’s next-of-kin for permission.”
“But Bobby doesn’t have-” Dean cut himself off, eyes going wide as he finally realized what the demon was asking, “o-oh!” He tried to shift closer, but was still unable to move, and raised an eyebrow, “You need my permission before you can ask him?”
Crowley shrugged, “I’m unfortunately bound by tradition.”
The blonde smirked, “So, you won’t pop the question unless I say it’s okay?”
Crowley sighed, “Well, you and Moose, but I’ve already asked him.”
“What? When?”
Crowley waved a dismissive hand, “That’s not important. What’s important is getting your answer.”
“No way in Hell.”
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Crap, the blonde swivelled around in the chair, trying not to look as guilty as he felt as Cas came down the stairs, “Cas! H-hey,” He stood, in a failed attempt to block the wall, “What, uh, what’re you doing up?”
“Still adjusting, I guess,” Cas reached the bottom of the stairs, tired eyes flicking up to the wall, “You’re hunting?” He walked a few steps closer, wrapping the blonde up in his arms, “We just got you back!”
Dean let out a nervous chuckle, “I-I know. I just…” he let his voice trail off as he tried to think of a good lie, backing out of the hug.
“Is it important?”
Dean blinked in surprise, “What?”
“What you’re hunting,” the angel took a step closer to the wall, tilting his head to one side as he studied it, “Is it-” his sentence cut off into a sigh as he got a closer look, “Crowley?” He turned, raising an eyebrow, “You’re still hunting Crowley? After you almost died?”
“Cas-”
The angel took in a huffing breath, “You’ve been back all of two weeks, and you’re already planning on jumping back into the fire?”
Dean held his hands out in mock surrender, “I can explain!” At the raised eyebrow, Dean sputtered, running a hand through his hair, “H-he’s… he’s up to something! I don’t know what yet, but he is. I know he is.” At the scoff, he pointed to the wall, “Look! I saw him at Sam’s wedding. He snuck out right before the ceremony to make some shady deal. And when I followed him-”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Cas pinched the bridge of his nose, “That was the reason you left as they started down the aisle?”
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This is fic #7 of the Unlearning Series.
Started: 21.05.26
Finished: 21.05.27
Destiel (Implied), C2C
Words: 4,006
“So you don’t know where Dean is?”
“No.”
“Alright, then you’re gonna help me find him.”
“What?” Crowley sputtered in disbelief, “I do have other things to do!”
Sam shrugged, “Fine. Go manage Hell. But if you don’t want Bobby to find out abut whatever shady deal you had at my wedding, I suggest you help me look.”
“It wasn’t a-” Crowley cut himself off, forcing himself to take in another breath, before nodding, “Fine. We’ll find him together. But when we do, you forget I told you any of this. Got it?”
“Fine.” Sam ran a hand through his hair, letting out a breath as his eyes drifted back to the wall, “Wait.”
“Ugh.”
“If you don’t know where Dean is, why are you burning his tracking notes?”
Crowley rolled his eyes again, “Because half of it pointed to me, and I didn’t want you or anyone else to come sniffing around.”
“… Because of the ‘transaction’?”
“Yes.” Crowley scrubbed a hand down his face, “I’m not the enemy here, Sam. I’m just trying to get my affairs in order.”
“Right. Sorry,” Sam shifted his weight, switching gears, “Well I think we should check out the factory on the edge of town. They were kind of… forceful when I went earlier today. I think they’re hiding something.”
Crowley gave the hunter a tight smile, gesturing to the door, “Lead the way, Moose. The sooner we find your brother, the sooner we can stop working together.”
Sam’s brows pulled together in confusion, “And here I thought you liked us now?”
Crowley waved a dismissive hand as he reached the door, “Please. You think you were the only two who were acting during Game Night?”
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This is the lastUnlearning Series installment that will be posted this year. The fics from now until the end of the year will all be holiday themed. But don’t worry! We’ll pick things back up with Fic #7 on Jan. 14th, 2022.
This is fic #6 of the Unlearning Series.
Written: 21.05.26
Words: 4,086
Sabriel, Destiel (Implied), C2C
“So, Big Bro’s missing?”
“Apparently.”
Gabriel nodded, jumping up to sit on the bed, “How long?”
“Since the wedding.”
Gabriel let out a whistle, “Damn.”
“Yeah,” Sam grabbed a fresh pair of clothes from the closet, beginning to pull himself into a pair of pants, “I know we had big plans for today, but-” he cut himself off as he tripped over one of the legs and fell to the floor, damn it.
Gabriel shook his head, “Don’t worry about it.” He snapped his fingers, eyes roaming over a now-fully-dressed hunter, “Just make sure you come back when you’re done.”
Sam snorted and got back on his feet, walking over to the bed to zip the duffle closed, “You’re gonna stay here?”
Gabriel shrugged, flopping back on the bed, “Well it is already paid for…” He shot a pointed look back to the hunter, “It’d be a shame if it went to waste.”
The giant rolled his eyes, “Sure.” He shoved his cell phone into his pocket, looking around the room, face growing serious, “Alright, I think that’s everything.”
“Good.” Gabriel sat back up, getting up on his knees so he was more-or-less eye height with the hunter. He wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Sam pressed a kiss to his forehead before backing up a few steps, swinging the duffle up onto his shoulder, “I just wish I knew where to start looking.” He ran his free hand through his hair, “He could be anywhere.”
“Hmm…” Gabriel closed his eyes for a moment, holding his arms out to his sides, before opening them, “Got it.”
Sam raised an eyebrow, “You found him? That quickly?”
“Well, no, not him. You guys still have that Enochian on your ribs. But I did find the car.” He popped a lollipop into his mouth, giving the hunter a victorious look, “And I think we both know if you find the car, you find Dean Winchester.”
Sam shook his head in amazement, placing another kiss to his head, “I knew I married you for a reason.”
“And here I thought it was because of my awesome bedroom skills.”
“Yeah, well, just because you can finish the marathon doesn’t mean you came in first.” Sam couldn’t help the smile that crept up his face at the offended look on his angel’s face. “So are you gonna tell me where the car is, or do you just expect me to guess?”
“Neither.”
“Neither?” Sam raised an eyebrow, letting out a sigh, “Gabe, come on. I know he’s not your biggest fan, but-”
“Ah-ah.” Gabriel held up a hand, cutting the hunter off. “Be careful.”
“Of course I’ll-” Sam cut himself off as he felt his feet leave the ground, what the…? He staggered backward a few steps as he landed on the ground with a thud. He looked around, and saw he was now standing outside a factory, Impala parked a few feet away. Sam shook his head and started toward the car, thanks Gabriel.
Request #24, from hallmarkdestiel (Tumblr): I have another idea. There was only one bed. But it’s Crobby.
Started: 21.04.02
Finished: 21.04.05
Words: 1,425
Crobby
“I told you I’ll be fine,” Bobby growled into the phone as he shifted the file he was holding to dig out his motel key. “I did used to hunt solo before you idjits needed me to run phones on every case, y’know.” He wrenched the door open after a moment, tripping on the lip of it, “Balls!”
He landed hard on the motel floor, file and cell phone shooting out from his hands. He got himself to a sitting position, removing his ball cap to run a hand through his hair as he watched all the papers from the file flutter to the floor. He let out a long sigh, before grabbing the phone off the ground, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, Dean. I just tripped.” He got himself back to his feet and closed the motel door, “Who’s bright idea was it to put a step on a ground-level room?”
Bobby shook his head as he locked the door, resisting the urge to sigh again, “Listen, Dean, I’d love to continue this conversation, but unlike you boys, I don’t keep a pee bottle in my truck, so unless you wanna-” He cut himself off, face splitting into a smile as the line disconnected, I’ve gotta remember that one more often.
He kicked his shoes off before collapsing on the bed, letting out a groan as he sank into the mattress. He checked the time on the digital clock beside the bed, before his eyes slipped closed, I have time for a quick nap before meeting with the coroner.
—
“Bobby…”
Bobby rolled over, toward the voice of his wife, not bothering to open his eyes.
She chuckled as he flung his arm over her middle, pulling her closer, “Bobby, we don’t have time for that. You’re late.”
“J’s five m’re minutes…” He felt her roll over, arm falling onto the bed and he frowned, “Nooo…”
“I’d love to stay, Darling, but you’re really going to be late.” His tired brain was unable to place what sounded off with her voice, so he finally decided to crack an eye open – to see a brunette with a beard starring back at him, “Morning Sunshine.”
Whoa! Bobby startled awake, grabbing for the gun under the pillow, firing off a shot before his brain caught up to what was in front of him. He heard an annoyed sigh, before the springs of the bed creaked as the man got up, “Are you going to shoot me every time?”
Bobby finally placed the accent and stood from the bed, “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Well I was checking on you,” Crowley huffed, checking out the new bullet hole in his suit, “But apparently even asleep you’re protected.” He shook his head, eyes going back to the hunter, “Seriously, I’m gonna have to start billing you for my dry cleaning.”
“Dean sent you to check on me?” At the nod, Bobby scrubbed a hand down his face, “That boy needs to calm down. I haven’t even been gone a whole day yet and-”
“Uh, what?” Crowley shook his head as Bobby blinked at him, “You’ve been gone three days, mate.”
“What?” Bobby dug his phone out of his pocket, “No, that’s not-” he cut himself off as his eyes landed on the date in the corner, that can’t be right. “I’ve been asleep for three days?”
“I know you’re getting up there, but that seems a tad overkill, don’t you think?”
Bobby shot the demon a look, “Aren’t you like three hundred years old?”
Crowley scowled, “Nevermind that.” He crossed the room, making a whiskey glass appear on the small kitchen table, “You weren’t snoring.”
“Excuse me?”
The demon took a swig from his glass, “You weren’t snoring.” At the unchanged expression, Crowley sighed, “Just… trust me, you snore when you sleep. But not this time. Ergo…”
“I wasn’t asleep.” Bobby’s brows furrowed, I was drugged? I haven’t even been in town- His face changed as he remembered the diner, “Shit.”
The corner of Crowley’s mouth pulled up into a smile, “Care to share with the class?”
“The diner,” Bobby scrubbed a hand down his face, “I stopped for a burger last night. That’s gotta be where the thing is hiding.”
“Excellent!” Crowley took a few steps forward, finishing his drink, “Then let’s go.”
Bobby raised an eyebrow, “You’re not coming.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t need your help?”
“Pfft, please. You just lost three days because of a burger.”
Bobby rolled his eyes, “Tell Dean I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Fine,” Crowley held his hands up in mock surrender, “Go without me. But don’t expect me to swoop in and save you when things go sideways.”
Bobby snorted, “Deal.”
With that, the demon was gone. Bobby took in a deep breath, looking around the motel room, noting the file was sitting on the kitchen counter – back together. He shook his head before shoving on his shoes, heading for the door, let’s hope whatever it is is still there.
—
Bobby dug his key out of his pocket, shaking his head, what the hell kind of monster is this? I’ve never seen a body that- He stopped himself just inside the door as he spotted Crowley sitting at the kitchen table, “What the hell are you doing back here?”
“My job.”
“Right,” Bobby closed the door, tossing his jacket down on the bed, “And since when does the King of Hell take orders from hunters?”
Crowley bristled, getting up from the chair, “Well excuse me for not wanting to stay indebted to those denim-clad nightmares. I do have more important things to do than sit around and wait for them to call.”
“Great,” Bobby plopped himself down on the bed, kicking off his shoes, “Then why don’t you go do those more important things, and I’ll get on with the case?”
“Anyone ever tell you you’re crochet-y?”
Bobby snorted, “It’s been said.” He readjusted his ball cap as he watched the demon, who seemed hesitant. He let out a sigh, “Why are you really here?”
“I already told you-”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re settling a score with Dean. But that doesn’t explain why you’re hanging around. You could’ve reported I was fine this morning and went about your business. But you’re still here. Why?”
Crowley shifted his weight from one foot to the other, “Can’t a friend just drop in on another?”
“We’re not friends.”
“Fine.” The demon sighed, swallowing what was left in his glass, “I thought this case maybe had something to do with an escaped Hellhound.”
“And now?”
Crowley shook his head, “I saw the body. If this was my girl, there wouldn’t have been that much left.”
Bobby took his hat off, running a hand through his hair, “And you didn’t tell me this at the beginning because…?”
Crowley let out an exasperated sigh, “Because I don’t exactly jump at the chance to announce I screwed up. I am the King, after all. I have to maintain a certain… reputation.”
“You let a Hellhound escape?”
“See?” The demon pointed to his face, “That is exactly the kind of look I was trying to avoid.”
Bobby let out a sigh, “Fine. Stay and help. But it’s…” he checked the time on the bedside clock, “1am, so I’m gonna get some sleep.”
“Perfect.”
Bobby watched as he made his way over to the bed, “What are you doing?”
Crowley blinked at the hunter innocently, “What?”
“You don’t sleep.”
He raised an eyebrow, “So that means I have to stand on the hardwood for eight hours while you sleep?” He shook his head, “Watching hunters sleep is more Castiel’s speed than mine.”
“I was thinking more you could go to Hell.”
Crowley frowned, “And here I thought we were just starting to get along.”
“I’m serious. Go do your other royal duties.” Bobby placed his hat on the bedside table, before digging his phone out of his pocket, “Come back in four hours and I can fill you in.”
“Four hours?” Crowley tsk-tsked the hunter, “That’s hardly enough time to do anything productive.”
Bobby snorted, “Well we’re not sleeping together so…”
Crowley waved a dismissive hand as he pulled back the covers, “Get over yourself. This bed is big enough for two people with plenty of space left between. You won’t even know I’m here.”
Bobby let out a yawn, before nodding, “Fine. On one condition.”
Crowley perked at that, and turned expectant eyes to the hunter, half-sitting on the bed, “Yes?”
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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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 ‘soundcool’ 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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