Another Mooseley, yay!
It was supposed to be a simple salt and burn, but as Sam had come to quickly realize over the years, it was never that simple when it came to him or his brother. The thing with a haunted house, it was usually a ghost that was doing the haunting, not some ghost that were trapped in another dimension and trying to get out. It was some poltergeist shit, and that left one option.
Only one thing could be done and that was burn the house before the ghost escaped into this dimension, and if they did, there would be a serious problem. But things couldn't be that simple, could they?
Now here he was, trying to add pressure to his abdomen as the blood quickly seeped out, leaving one of his beloved flannels a stained mess. The two gashes on his head were deep, but not as bad as the one on his abdomen and chest, and Sam had to fight to stay on his feet.
"vel una excedere facti sunt"
When a giant, glowing arm came from the room and knocked him into the nearest wall, Sam coughed up blood and was once again fighting the urge to close his eyes and let unconsciousness take him. This was serious and he couldn't do this on his own.
"Fuck..." He gasped, nearly choking on more blood that made its way to his mouth as he pulled out his phone. Dean was out of the question. He needed someone who wasn't human, and so that left only two other people. Despite the blurring vision and the slight dark edges forming, he was able to find the contact and call. On the second ring, the thick accent spoke up, sounding slightly pleased.
"Hello, Moose. While I do enjoy hearing your voice, you've caught me at a bad time. I'm busy with-"
"Cr..crowley.." Sam's voice was raspy and weak, almost like it was fading. The king of Hell noticed and from where he was, became alarmed immediately.
"Sam? What's going on?" Crowley questioned and Sam took a slow, shuttering breath as if to answer, but was interrupted by coughing up more blood.
"Solo...hunt.." Sam stumbled for his words, clearly disoriented. "not..not a regular-" Again, the deep and foreboding voice growled through the entire house, sending shiver down Sam's already shaking bones.
"tempus coniungere"
On the other end, Crowley tensed up at the words and stood from his chair, but Sam didn't know that. Not that he really could notice anything much at this point besides his warm blood against his cold body.
"Where are you?" The demon's voice shook and again, Sam didn't catch it. He barely even noticed the question, but it was finally answered.
"Ashley..o-ohio..west street.." Before he had time to even state the address, Crowley was there, kneeling down and shaking his head.
"For God's sake, Moose." Crowley muttered, barely able to hide his worry. All he could see were the gashes on Sam's head, but when he looked down, he noticed the pool of blood forming from the two wounds on the hunter's torso. "Fucking hell, Sam." The demon mumbled, biting his lips in worry at how pale the hunter looked from all the blood loss. He was about to grab him and pop out when the walls started shaking and an angry growl erupted, voices shouting and pleading all at once,
"claudere oculis vestris"
"vade ad lucem"
"deditionem"
"morietur"
The glowing arm from before returned, this time accompanied by multiple ones that all aimed to grab the dying human and king of hell. Before they had an opportunity to grab Sam and drag him into who knew what, Crowley managed to transport them out of the house, narrowly escaping a hand that grazed his body.
"I won't even ask how you managed to get yourself into that mess." Crowley muttered, quickly helping Sam stay on his feet as the taller swayed lightly. He sighed and snapped his fingers once more, starting a fire to burn the house down. "You're welcome." The demon glanced to Sam's abdomen, narrowing his eyes. He was about to say something when the hunter stumbled again, only for Crowley to help him like before. "I've got you, love." He said softly without thinking, holding on tighter when the human finally lost consciousness.
.
.
.
When Sam started to regain consciousness, he realized that he was no longer fighting for his life, but back in his own bed. How did he even get here? The last thing he could remember…
Oh.
Crowley had saved him and had even used his powers to burn down the house. But how did the demon get him into the bunker with all the protective wards they had up? Shouldn't it have been impossible? But as Sam thought it over, it was Crowley, and he was always surprising them. As he started to sit up, a dull throb of pain snapped him out of his thoughts and he glanced down. Did Crowley help with this as well? There was no indication that his abdomen had even been sliced open a few hours ago. Sam pressed his lips together, wondering when Crowley had done all of this. He couldn't even recall passing out. The last thing he could remember was the demon burning the house and helping him stay on his feet.
"I've got you, love." Sam's eyes widened when he thought about what the king of hell had said to him. That wasn't what he said, was it? Could it have been the lack of blood that made him think Crowley said that? He had to clearly be out of it to believe Crowley had said that to him, but that was all he could think about now.
"I've got you, love." Echoed in his mind, causing a pink flush to spread across his cheeks and neck.
There was no way Sam could have imagined that. For some reason, the way his lips moved and the way his words had been softly spoken was clear as day to the younger Winchester. When he thought back to the moment, the demon's brown eyes had been filled with worry and Sam sat there, confused to how he hadn't noticed before.
How was he only catching onto all of this now? Even on the phone Crowley's voice had been full of worry as it shook, but he had missed it. Until now. Now that he was fully aware, Sam could recall everything.
He could remember Crowley's pleased voice when he answered, the fact that he was right in the middle of something until Sam had croaked out his name. Sam could distinctly recall the sound of a metal chair hurriedly scraping against the floor, and the fact Crowley had somehow made it to him in seconds flat, those brown eyes filled with worry.
"I've got you, love." Sam swallowed and walked out of his room, needing to think about and digest the information. As he walked into the living room he spotted Castiel on the sofa, looking off into space.
"Hey, Cas. Where's Dean?" Sam spoke up and the angel turned to him, looking him over.
"Dean went out to grab some dinner for us. He's upset that Crowley managed to get in here. Even though he did save you." He nearly flinched, knowing his brother despised the demon.
"Yeah. I don't know how he managed to get me back here." Sam admitted, swallowing when the angel tilted his head and continued to stare deep into his eyes.
"You could have called me." Castiel said, sounding suspicious that Sam had called Crowley instead. "Angels are far superior at healing injuries than demons are."
"It was a split-second decision, Cas." Sam tried to explain, unaware that he had a light blush on his cheeks.
"You trust Crowley?" Castiel asked, not too surprised to Sam's own astonishment.
"Unlike Dean, yeah. I do." The younger hated how Castiel seemed to be looking straight through him. His confusion grew when the angel gave him a small smile.
"It is obvious you two care for each other. Your bond is like the one I share with Dean-" Sam held up a hand, stopping the angel from speaking.
"Woah, slow down. What are you talking about, Cas?" Sam's flush had darkened to the amusement of the angel.
"I think you know very well to what I'm saying, Sam." The hunter groaned, wondering how Cas could be so observant to this, and oblivious when it came to Dean. "I've known for quite some time about Crowley's feelings towards you." Sam stopped, looking at Castiel with wide eyes.
"Wait. You've known?" Castiel nodded, seemingly unperturbed by the whole thing. "How did you know?"
"Crowley likes to tease you the most, and I've noticed he tends to always stick closer to you when there was danger." The angel frowned and looked like he had forgotten something. "Also, there's the fact that he is constantly seeking approval from you ever since the trials."
"How did I not catch all of that?" Sam muttered, worrying on his bottom lip.
"I also know for a fact the feeling between you two is mutual. You've stood up for Crowley multiple times even when Dean wanted nothing to do with him."
"He's not a bad person." Sam immediately said, not thinking about his words. "He's helped us out when we needed all the help we could get."
"You also have a tendency to stare at his lips a lot." Sam shook his head, wanting to get Castiel to stop.
"Okay, okay. I get it. You can stop now." Sam groaned, face flaming hot. "How long have you known?"
"For about two years." Castiel said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Dean has only now started to catch on." Ah, there it was. Even his own brother was starting to catch on, and he was no doubt not too pleased about this.
"No wonder Dean hates Crowley even more lately." They were always at odds, but Dean was still acting like an overprotective big brother. "He's not going to like this." Sam shook his head, a small grin forming at all the possibilities of his brothers' reactions.
"Will you tell Crowley?" Castiel questioned and Sam sighed.
"Cas, it's not that easy-"
"Yes it is, Sam." The angel rose his eyebrow. "You and Crowley have been…what's the word..." Castiel paused to think but soon spoke up again, "pining for each other." The younger flushed at the word choice and cleared his throat.
"I wouldn't say pining." He held up his hands in surrender when Cas shot him a glare. "Okay, okay, continue."
"Sam, I know what pining is. I first experienced it when I was human and-"
"Cas, I know." Sam said suddenly, looking at him with a small smile. "You're really clueless, you know that?" The hunter asked, laughing softly.
"Sam, I don't get what's so funny."
"Dude, you're over here preaching to me about pining, but if there were an award for it, you and my brother would win first place." For the first time, Sam witnessed Castiel flush.
"I think we should end our conversation here. It was nice talking with you, Sam." Castiel's face was still red as he turned away, leaving Sam smirking to himself.
"Cas, trust me on this. You should tell him too." The hunter made his way into the library, in deep thought as he sat down in front of the laptop that was still on the table. Was Castiel right? Would it be that simple to call Crowley and tell him? No. It couldn't be because he was a Winchester, and things were never that simple for him.
He should thank him though. Crowley was always saving them and coming to their aid, sometimes without so much as a thank you. Making up his mind, he hit call and was surprised to hear that Crowley had picked up on the first ring.
"Moose, if you're hurt again, I swear to God." Sam smiled softly, picking up on the worry this time.
"Thank you." He said, relaxing for some reason. "For saving me." It was quiet for a few seconds, but he heard the demon give a small sigh.
"You're welcome, Moose. Next time, do me a favor and be more careful." Crowley muttered and Sam swallowed, the words from before echoing in his head again, "I've got you, love." The hunter was fighting a battle, trying to think of something to say. "Not that I mind you calling, but you could have just texted me, Sam."
"Maybe I just wanted to hear your voice." It came out on impulse, and it was worth it to hear Crowley hum softly, practically against his ear.
"Well, I certainly don't mind hearing your voice either, darling." Sam shivered as Crowley basically purred that into the phone, distracting him for a split second. The human finally processed the demon's words and flushed darkly, biting his lips. Darling? He actually liked that one. Not as much as love, but it was a close second. "You sound better." Sam winced, remembering how his voice had been nothing but a gasp.
"I'm surprised you could even understand what I was saying."
"Supernatural hearing, Moose." He could practically hear the demon smirking on the other end.
"Weren't you busy?" Sam smirked when the demon huffed.
"Not busy enough to let my favorite Winchester die." Sam wondered for a moment what would make Crowley 'busy enough' but didn't comment on it. "I'm surprised you called me, Sam. You could have as easily called feathers to help you." It was true, he could have.
"I could have, but I trust you as much as I trust Castiel." He stopped and then added "Hell, I trust you with my life more." Sam muttered, catching the barely audible hitch of breath. "And before you assume things, yes, I meant it."
"You trust a demon with your life before an angel?" Crowley teased, but Sam heard past the teasing tone and in fact heard a quivering, surprised voice.
"You aren't just any demon, Crowley." Sam chuckled, well aware of the obvious flirting, but what did he really have to lose? In fact, he had more to gain than lose.
"I suppose I'm not." There was amusement in the demon's voice. "I guess being the king of hell can have its advantages." Crowley thought aloud, and Sam licked his lips.
"I doubt it's being king that gives you all of those advantages. You're Crowley."
"Are you insinuating I'm special, Moose?" Crowley was teasing again, so Sam went with what his gut was telling him.
"I'm not exactly insinuating if I clearly said it." Sam smirked, glad to surprise the demon again.
"I must say, I am flattered. It's not every day a Winchester compliments you. Let alone your favorite one." Crowley purred this time, and Sam shivered just like before.
"Is there a reason why I'm your favorite one?" Sam thought about what Castiel said, hoping, even praying for the same answer.
"I have a list, Moose. Should I recite the whole thing?" Sam pretended to ponder for a moment.
"No, but I think one reason would suffice." He smirked at the small chuckle, falling into more ease with the conversation.
"I'll give you two reasons, darling." Sam bit his lips in order to stop the pleased sigh from escaping. "For one, you're more level headed than your brother and actually plan ahead. Lastly, you're selfless." Crowley spoke softly, catching Sam by surprise. "You rarely do anything for your own personal gain, Sam. You put others before yourself constantly." The hunter was left blushing softly, lips parted.
"Is that really a good thing though?" Sam tried to tease, knowing he had caused so many problems by putting the wrong type of people before himself.
"You were trying to do the right thing, even if it didn't turn out that way. I think it proves the goodness of your heart, darling." Speaking of his heart, Sam's stopped for a second at the words. "It's rare to find a heart like yours these days." The hunter swallowed, not sure what to say. "It looks like I gave you three reasons instead." Crowley mumbled, and Sam froze, finally realizing what Crowley had implied. His heart was a reason?
Oh god. His heart was a reason.
"I've got you, love."
"I've got you, love."
"I've got you, love."
"I've got you, love."
Sam snapped.
"I love you too, Crowley."
The words flew out before Sam could really think about what he was saying. When he realized what he said, the hunter's body froze as his heart raced a mile a minute. All he could hear was his pounding heart and the silence coming from Crowley.
Shit, what had he done?
Crowley was utterly silent for once, and Sam hated it. He wished the demon would say something, anything to end the horrible awkward silence. What was he going to-
"Say that again, Sam." Crowley's voice was rough and shaky, just as Sam's was.
"I love you too." Sam managed to say it again to his own amazement. Crowley exhaled shakily, and God, it felt so good to say those words.
"Do you mean that, darling?" The voice was right against his ear and Sam choked on his own breath, his body warming up as the demon pressed into him. The soft lips against his ear had Sam biting his lips, his thoughts a jumbled mess. Despite the protective wards supposedly not working, he could care less about them as he dropped his phone into his lap.
"Yes." He breathed out, holding back a shudder when Crowley gave a pleased sigh, the breath warm against his skin. Sam gasped when the demon grabbed his jaw and brought him in for a kiss. His eyes closed and he immediately kissed back, not caring about the awkward position. When they pulled back, Crowley gave a small, but genuine smile.
"How long?" The demon asked, his thumb caressing his jaw lightly, ghosting over the light stubble.
"Over a year." Sam mumbled, flushing when a finger trailed over his Adams' apple slowly. "Probably longer. Before the trials." He admitted.
"That's quite a while to have a crush, Sam." Crowley whispered, still tracing feather light touches against the neck. "But I would be lying if I tried to deny how long I've liked you, darling." The demon smirked, lips ghosting across Sam's jaw, causing the hunter to swallow. "Although I am curious, why tell me now?" Flushing, the hunter licked his lips and spoke up,
"I remember you telling me something today, before I passed out. It made me realize that you possibly felt the same." Sam whispered, and Crowley furrowed his brows before it dawned on him.
"You heard that?" Crowley seemed surprised, and Sam loved the flush that spread over the demon's cheeks.
"I'm glad I did." Sam mumbled, pulling the demon in for another kiss, which was eagerly returned. They only stopped when there was the sound of bags dropping on the floor and a gruff, almost pissed off voice.
"What is it with you a demon's, Sammy?" Dean didn't look pleased at all, just like Sam had expected. "Look, I'm not too pleased about this, I mean it's Crowley. But damn it, if you're happy Sammy…then fuck it." Dean groaned, rubbing his face tiredly as he set a cold glare at the demon. "If you try any funny business, I won't hesitate to kill you." Dean set one more glare for good measure and headed into the kitchen, grumbling about needing a drink under his breath.
"That went better than expected." Crowley hummed. "He only threated to kill me once this time."
"I think Cas talked to him." Sam speculated. "He's the only one that can get Dean to see reason."
"Don't be too hard on him, Sam. I wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone for messing with you either." Crowley whispered, giving him one final kiss before popping away, leaving Sam with a red face.
"Gross." Dean gagged, causing Sam to roll his eyes.
"Lay off, Dean. I think we both know there's a certain angel you wouldn't mind kissing." Dean choked, face red like his younger brothers now.
"Shut up, Sammy." Dean huffed, muttering a "Bitch." Sam only smirked, chucking softly.
"Jerk."
Yeah, I legit wrote this around 3 am and I am so sorry about how ooc it is. I suck at writing, oops.