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You wake up at your own pace. For once you were able to sleep as long as you like without waking up by two giants! You roll over to your back and drape your arms over your eyes. “Best sleep I had in a while.” You say to yourself smiling, you remove your arms and look to your side and see Crowley look down at you. “Good morning Love.” He greets you with a soft grin. “Morning Creepy.” You laugh seeing him staring at you. “Creepy? You wound me love.” He mocks putting his hand over his heart. “Yeah, kind of. It’s odd to be woken up to see the King of Hell staring at you when you wak

A whole week has gone by since you left Crowley, the crying had not stopped quit yet but they don't happen as much. You've been staying by Dean side like a lost little girl, he didn't seem to mind since he was right from the start. Growley was the only one who tried to come and visit you, but all of the devil's traps and banishing symbols he can't come in without getting puffed away. Even if they weren't there you wouldn't allow him in. He was only there under Crowleys orders to check up on you. "____!" You hear Bobby call out to you from the study. "We're out of hunters helper! Go make a run" he tells you. You look over your shoulder from

The can hissed as your pressed the nozzle down and swirled a generous amount of whipped cream over your microwaved slice of apple pie. It was the last slice… You were craving something sweet. You shoved the can of cream back into the fridge, a naughty smile on your lips as you scurried across the bunker to hide behind a bookshelf and eat your pie in secret. You slid low into a chair, pulling your knees into your chest and trying to make yourself as small as possible. If Dean caught you sneaking the last slice of pie, you were dead. The forbiddenness of it all made the pie even sweeter. Your fork scraped against the plate as you took t

 The Mark fucking throbbed. It acted as a lifeline, yet pumped poison through his bloodstream. He knew this, yet didn’t let it stop him; didn’t let it stop him from getting as far as hurting him. He, the only one who fought through Hell for him, who abandoned Heaven for him, who had saved his life countless times, now a bloody pulp. Those were the thoughts that ran through his mind, heading down to the bathroom. He could’ve easily turned around, but he didn’t. He pushed forward, the Mark driving him. So he told himself; all whilst denying the fact that deep inside him, a monster was clawing his way back out, raki