A/N Although It hasn't come up before, In my personal headcanon, Crowley has wings. Also I don't know the official layout of the bunker. (If there even is one) So Its descriptions are headcanon from yours truly. Fun Fact: This was only supposed to be about 1500 words long...
You Dean and Sam had gone on a hunt a few towns over from the bunker. There had been a few weird deaths, and unexplained disappearances. It really wasn't compelling evidence of a monster rampaging through the town. Sam even commented that the killings themselves had similarities to past murders committed by humans. But everyone was starting to get a little stir crazy cooped up in the bunker, causing you to take it on anyway. So you three set off. Kevin wisely staying behind to research if needed.
After getting there, you and Dean noted that while the town seemed perfectly normal, there was something about it that was just...off. There isn't really another way to explain it. It started out by the odd looks the three of you got by just walking down the street. You and Sam did a few interviews while Dean/Agent Johnson went to the crime scene of the latest killing. The answers you received were very mechanical. They were never longer than a simple yes or no. You managed to get a brief description of the apparent monster in question. But after another person gave the exact same testimony down to the words, you two decided to find Dean and head to a motel for the night.
Sam stayed in the room to get Kevin's opinion via phone, while you and Dean went out to get food. You decided on a small diner a few blocks away from the motel.
Great idea that was.
The second you walked in, two people rushed behind and blocked the door as everyone else turned to stare at you. You started to reach for your weapon when you both were restrained. Every weapon on the both of you had been quickly tossed aside. You and Dean forced on a calm demeanor when everyone's eyes turned black. You were trying to find a weakness in the grip of the "person" behind you. Dean seemed to be doing the same thing until you were roughly jerked back to lose your footing, Dean yelling your name in response. You started to struggle as you were dragged further into the restaurant. Dean started to flail and bark out threats with a renewed sense of panic. The two demons holding him led him to the door, and threw him out. Practically barricading the doors behind him.
He spent ten minutes inspecting the building in hopes of finding a potential entrance. Seeing that there was clearly no way of getting in, he did the only thing he could think of.
Hey Cas! Get your feathery ass down here!
He stared at the sky expectantly, but after about a minute his prayer went unanswered. Frustrated, Dean donned one of his classic "I'm too fucking tired for this shit" faces and sent out another.
It's an emergency! We need help!
Another minute went by, and Dean started to get desperate. So he tried his other angel contact. Although not nearly as trusted as the other, he needed the help either way. He just hoped that his weird friendship with you was enough to at least get him slightly interested in gracing him with his presence.
Hey Gabriel! We've got an emergency down here, and Cas won't answer!
He frantically looked around for either angel to appear. Straining his ears for the flutter of wings. After nothing happened, he took a breath to calm himself. Of course something like this would happen on the first day in two weeks that Cas or Gabriel didn't pop in for a visit.
He hastily dug his phone out of his pocket. Dialling his brother before putting the phone up to his ear as he ran up to the impala.
"You alright?" Sam asked. His voice curious.
"The diner was overrun with demons. They got Y/N!" He said nearly out of breath. The car door could be heard through the speaker.
"Call Cas! How far away are you?" Sam's voice had grown frantic.
"I'm on my way there now. I already tried calling Cas, he won't answer." He sped up slightly
"Try again!"
"I already called him twice. Hell, I even tried Gabriel!" Sam swore under his breath. Dean continued, "I'm halfway there. It doesn't look like we're going to get much help here Sammy."
"How many were there?"
"A dozen at least." Sam sighed.
"We'll come up with a plan when you get here. See you in a few minutes."
"Alright." Dean ended the call. Taking another breath to calm his more than frayed nerves. He turned into the motel as his thoughts were consumed with worry.
(Elsewhere)
You were dragged by two demons into what looked like a small storage room. One grabbed a chair from the corner and placed it in the center. The other one shoved you into it. Tying your wrists behind you, and your ankles to the chair legs with some type of nylon cord. You tensed during the process to give you more room later. The one that tied you down stepped back apparently oblivious to this. The other one yelled out an order at him, "Guard the door. I don't need any distractions." He left the room without another word. Closing the door behind him. You used this brief distraction to scan the cramped room more closely. You didn't see anything immediately useful, but you felt a sharp piece of metal poking out of the back rest. You snapped your attention back to your captor as she turned her attention back to you.
"Y/N is it?" You didn't answer.
"What do you want with Crowley?" You sat there confused. Crowley rarely ever gave even the slightest hint about Hell's affairs. So you had little to no clue on why she would find the need kidnap you for interrogation.
"What do you want with Crowley?" She asked again more forcefully. While you honestly didn't know what she was talking about, you decided it best to stay silent. It isn't as if she would believe you anyway.
With a pleased look she landed a punch on you cheek. Your head turning to the side in response. You managed to keep you face emotionless. You turned your head back to look her in the eye again.
"Why is Crowley allied with you?" You stared back at her. You once again refused to speak. After a full minute of silence she punched you again. This time eliciting a small yelp. The habit of asking similar questions, and hitting you when you didn't answer, continued for what you assumed to be about an hour. You settled on making a big deal of yelling out in pain to cover the sound of the nylon fibers tearing. You chipped away at it little by little with a jagged piece of metal you'd found before. And with one last glorified scream, you hands were freed. You knew it was a risk. You had no weapon to speak of, your ankles were still bound, and you were already weak from the beating. But you felt helpless just sitting there taking it. So you lunged at her in an attempt to catch her off guard and knock her out.
Another great idea that was.
After holding her in a choke hold for a few seconds, it actually felt like she was going to pass out. But your strength was severely depleted after having your joints locked in place for so long, and she was able to yell loud enough to catch the attention of the "guard" from before. He came running in. You were forced back into the chair again. This time using twice as much cord to tie your rope burned wrists back together.
He again left as the woman recovered. Her eyes met yours as she stared at you in rage. "Well then. How about we try this again." She growled with the promise of pain in her tone. Reaching for her waist, she produced a knife hidden in her jeans. The blade was drenched in blood. You felt sick. While being dragged back, you completely lost sight of Dean. That blood could be his for all you knew. She pulled your shirt up until just your abdomen was exposed. Panic started to rise in your chest. To weak to put up another fight, you took a moment to prepare yourself for the pain. Her face broke into a grin as she began to cut.
(Farther Elsewhere)
Castiel and Gabriel were in a meeting in heaven when Castiel heard Dean's prayer. With a sense of urgency he tried to get the attention of the angel speaking.
"I need to go." He was about to fly away when the he pushed him back into his seat.
"No. You have missed these meetings far too many times now." Cas was about to ignore it for now when he received another, more frantic one.
"I really need to go." The other angel let out a sigh.
"There is no real need to protect the Winchesters anymore. You will stay." Cas reluctantly dropped the subject. The longer he talks, the longer the meeting. The longer the meeting, the longer Dean will be without help. A minute passed, when next to him, Gabriel's eyes widened.
"I gotta run." The other angel was clearly getting angry.
"No not you again! You may not leave until we are done here." Gabriel stood up.
"I really need to go, it isn't an excuse this time!" The angel lost his temper.
"Neither of you will leave this room until this meeting is over! Do I make myself clear!" He shook his head in an attempt to calm himself. Straightening his posture, he continued his lecture. Cas looked at Gabriel. His face contorting with worry.
"Was that-"
"Yeah. It was."
They became anxious as they tried to keep their faces from giving it away. It was common to hear a prayer from you or the Winchesters asking for help. But two things stuck out here. Dean insisted that it was an emergency. The ever so slight panic in his voice confirmed this. But why would he feel the need to contact Gabriel as well. Dean had been clear in his distrust of the angel. Yet he was desperate enough to call him anyway. The two brothers sat in silence with uncomfortable knots in their stomachs.
(Even Farther Elsewhere)
Similar to Cas and Gabriel, Crowley was going through the weekly ritual of making sure that the demons were all in line. Checking on their whereabouts, seeing if any were hunted etc. He found the whole process tedious. But you can't be too careful when it comes to them…
He noted a while back that they had taken over a small town not far from the Men of Letters bunker. But since he hadn't caught wind of any trouble there he had left it alone. In fact he had intended to take advantage of it. A whole town's worth of "people" oh so conveniently settled, and ready for an assignment should the need arise. But he figured that checking on it couldn't hurt.
So he flew to a shopping district in the center of the town. And that's when he started to become suspicious. Usually he'd receive polite, if not fearful greetings. But here his acknowledgements were short, and tense. Oh they were hiding something. He wanted nothing more than to grab the next one he saw, and interrogate them. But he resisted. If that one particular demon didn't know anything, he would give away his suspicion, and gain nothing in doing so. So he would feign ignorance for as long as he could. If they thought he wasn't paying attention, they'd underestimate him, and give more away in his presence.
Walking down the street, he saw that most seemed to shy away from him, he walked nearly a block before finally spotting a demon out in the street. Although he didn't seem to be aware of his presence. He made his way to him undetected.
"I expected the streets to be more lively." The "man" flinched at the sound of his voice. Instantly spinning around to come face to face with his ruler, "I expected there to be more…"residents"" he looked like he was trying to compose himself.
Perfect
"Pray tell, is there some sort of event going on?" The look of horror on his face made it difficult for Crowley to keep his glee at bay. The two wordlessly stared at each other in an attempt to get the other to back off.
He didn't even last a minute before breaking down and offering an explanation. His face dropping into a defeated grimace.
Victory
"Keep going down the this street for a few more blocks…" He hesitated for a moment, earning a hard glare from Crowley. He crumbled within moments, "You'll find a small diner. A small crowd has gathered around it, so it shouldn't be too hard to miss." He looked like he want to drop dead. And he knew that if Crowley didn't like what he saw, he really would.
Without another word, he flew himself a few blocks in the direction, pointed out to him. To which he was greeted by the small diner mentioned before. A massive crowd had gathered around the restaurant. Yet it was completely empty. Three demons stood guard around the entrance. For whatever reason no one was allowed in. Making himself invisible, he flew into the building, preparing himself for the worse.
Silence greeted him on the other side. He began to wander when he heard faint voices coming from further in. He followed the sound. The closer he got the more he could make out. He noted that it sounded like questions. The inquiry was met with silence. Like a proper interrogation, the silence was rewarded with pain. He heard the oh so distinct sound of the blade running through flesh. This was accompanied by a whimper. He stopped slightly. He was sure he'd heard that voice before. But a mere whimper was hardly enough for a confirmation. He listened more closely. The interrogator yelled, and the sound of the knife at work was once again audible. The cut being far more vicious than the one before. Then a pained, choke of a scream ripped through the air.
Crowley froze. He knew that voice. He mentally slapped himself for not recognizing it before. It was Y/N. He had to force himself to calm down. How dare they touch you.
How dare they.
He let out a shaky breath and found the exact room you were held in. Slipping in, he took in the sight in front of him. You stomach had been nearly shredded. Countless cuts sluggishly bled as she lifted the knife from the newest addition. Your eyes were clouded with pain, and you breathing was labored at best. Your left cheek had swollen into an red, angry lump. Your nose had bent at an odd angle as blood flowed freely from your nostrils. You were just barely staying conscious. He almost lost control of of his anger. He started forward to, as Dean would put it, gank a bitch. But the knife was risen once again, and before anyone could react, was plunged into your stomach yet again. But this time going to the hilt. You couldn't stifle your voice anymore. A scream tore through your throat at it's full volume.
Crowley snapped.
He rushed behind the no doubt doomed demon, and grabbed the back of her collar. He made himself visible again, "I believe you've made a terrible mistake." Crowley said into her ear. His voice quivering with rage. You looked up in shock. You assumed that you were in too much pain to notice his presence before. All the color drained from her face. She dropped the knife. The instrument hitting the floor with a dull thud.
"I will personally decide your punishment later." His voice was practically dripping with venom. The terrified woman disappeared with a flash.
Crowleys face softened significantly when his eyes met yours. He spoke as gently as he could muster, "Your safe now love." He reached forward, and healed you. You gratefully took in your first pain free breath in what felt like hours. A moment later the bindings holding you disappeared. You tried to stand. The dizziness from you injuries still lingering. He noticed this, and carefully gripped your arm to help you up.
"Thank you." Your voice came out through your panting.
"Think nothing of it. Where's Moose and Squirrel?" His voice slightly shaky as the adrenaline wore off.
"They're at the motel. We came here on a hunt." Your reply coming out far more smoothly than before as your erratic breathing regulated itself.
"This town is completely full of demons. You, dumb, and dumber, are the only humans for miles. I haven't exactly kept a close eye on this area. But I have reason to believe that they faked whatever made you come." He turned to face you completely.
"They want you here. Although I haven't the faintest idea why." You stared at him.
"So everyone's possessed?" You asked, hoping you had heard wrong. Ignoring the question, Crowley went on.
"You need to get out of here. I'm going to bring you back to the motel. You leave first thing in the morning, and never comeback." You gave a nod. Looking back at the chair behind you, you spoke again.
"I can imagine why…" Sensing the slight shudder in you voice, he grabbed your arm and did as he said.
(Back At The Motel)
Sam and Dean had been frantically preparing to rescue you for two hours now. They had come up with a plan, (along with three back-ups of course). And were making the final preparations to leave.
"Alright Sammy, one last time. Holy water."
"A gallon at least."
"Plan A through D memorized."
"Perfectly."
"Ruby's knife."
"Sharpened."
"Alright let's go. Who knows what they've done to her at this point." Dean walked to the door and threw it open with Sam in tow. The abused doorway revealed you along with the King of Hell himself.
"Hello boys." He casually walked in with you not far behind.
"Y/N!" Dean threw aside everything he was carrying and wrapped you in a tight hug. Releasing you just long enough for Sam to mirror him. His six and a half foot stature engulfing yours. Crowley looked on. His expression unreadable.
"Your lucky I already healed her. Your moose-like strength would've finished her off." Sam let you go, and shot an alarmed glance at Crowley.
"While you two had you thumbs up your asses Y/N here was being carved like a bloody turkey. She was already half dead when I found her." The brothers paled. Crowley went through the same explanation he gave you. Dean was about to say something in response when the door was kicked down. The now black eyed receptionist along with a few staff member came in. They all came to a halt upon noticing Crowley.
"We have a lot to talk about when I get back." His voice went dark as he spoke to her. Not a moment later all three of you were teleported to the bunker. Crowley hadn't joined you this time.
Dean immediately ran up to you, "Y/N you okay?!" Sam would've joined him, but Crowley had decided to teleport all of the luggage directly on top of him, Toppling the giant over.
Dean spoke again. "What exactly happened there."
"Crowley pretty much explained it all already. It was some kind of interrogation. Even he isn't sure why. As for the half dead part, she carved half my stomach in an attempt to get information I didn't have. By time he found me I was starting to lose conscious…" Dean's face had been completely colored with guilt while Sam listened with a look of horror behind him.
"Listen Y/N-" Dean was cut off by the frantic sound of two angels landing. Once again knocking Sam over. Gabriel ran up to you and Dean while Cas helped Sam off the floor apologizing.
"So what happened here…" His usual smirk was barely concealing the worry on his face. It was a bit unnerving to see such a large crack in his composure. Although that didn't stop Dean from tearing into him.
"Where the hell were you and Cas!" Gabriel's face fell into a rare display of guilt. But before he could say anything Cas approached him to offer an explanation.
"We were attending a meeting. We both attempted to leave, but these attempts were stopped…" Dean was about to continue chewing him out when he detected a bitchface aimed at him from his brother in the corner. Cas continued. "You aren't in any danger at the moment...what happened?" His head tilted in confusion.
"You two bird brains took so long I had to intervene." The familiar accent echoed through the room startling Dean by appearing right in front of you. This lead to another lengthy explanation. Sam and Dean endured a healthy dose of guilt as the two angels edged closer to you with every word.
"...I have yet to figure out what they wanted to get out of her." A smirk found it's way on his face. "But I assure you they have been...punished." The way he said that was all too unsettling.
"Is there anyway they could find us again?" Sam asked after getting over the implications of Crowley's "punishment"
"I highly doubt it...but perhaps I should stay to ensure it…" His voice faltered slightly. And for the first (and probably last) time, he looked unsure. Castiel glared at him while Gabriel walked up to him.
"And what makes you think we're going anywhere?" He said as he gestured to his brother. Before Crowley could retort yet another figure emerged from within the bunker.
Kevin came walking out of the kitchen. A collection of knives, including an angel blade, hung at his waist along with a flask of holy water. In front of him he held a salt filled shotgun ready to fire. He looked as deadly as he did humorous. His expression melted into a long-suffering frown as he turned to leave. "You know what? I don't wanna know."
This brief distraction proved to be enough for the decision to be made. No one was willing to leave. You and the brothers had skipped dinner. The memory of the knife dragging across your stomach didn't exactly do wonders for your appetite, and Sam and Dean were too exhausted eat. So the three of you retired to your rooms for the night. After changing into sweatpants, and a t-shirt, you all but collapsed into your bed. Not even five minutes passed before soft snores emanated from your room.
Gabriel wandered the hallways of the bunker in search of a good place to perch for the night. He passed by the bedrooms. Curious to see who occupied which. He passed by Kevin's first. His was the deepest in the bunker. He felt a small pang of guilt. He had always fussed over you, or on rare occasions, Sam or Dean. But he never really bothered with him. But he eventually concluded that waking up to see a literal angel watching over him would most likely do more harm than good.
Next was was the brothers themselves. Their rooms right next to each other. Their beds are pressed against the wall so that there's only a wall between them. He was told that if there was someone(thing) attacking one of them in their sleep, all they had to do was bang on the wall to alert the other.
He snaps out of his thoughts when he sees a familiar figure standing in the hall. Castiel had positioned himself in between the two doors. Silently daring any and all threats to so much as try. He let out a little laugh. Clearly the Winchesters didn't need any help. So he continued down the hallway once more. Sending a nod of acknowledgement to his brother, who returns it before resuming his guarding stance.
Last, and closest to the front of the bunker, was your room. He hated it. So close to the entrance, so hard to alert someone beyond screaming, oh so very vulnerable. It's not that he thought you to be weak, It the exact opposite. Anyone who had survived their whole lives hunting with the Winchesters practically deserved a medal! But like Castiel with the brothers, no matter how badass they were, you just couldn't shake the feeling that something could happen.
He was starting to understand what Cas felt like when he was with them.
He was so afraid that something was going to happen to you, and he wouldn't be able to reach you in time. And today, it came far too close to becoming true.
He crept into your room. You were on your side, slightly curled up. He carefully sat on the side of your bed. Propping himself up on the headboard. Taking his time as to not wake you. He would watch you from here. Nothing could even hope to get close to you. He zoned out for a few minutes, lost in his thoughts when he heard the door creak. The handle of his blade falling into his hand. Relaxing ever so slightly when Crowley walked in.
"What are you doing here Feathers?" Crowley tensed, before asking. He stared him down in an attempt to get him to leave. "Feathers" simply stared back. A minute passed before Gabriel spoke up.
"I could ask you the same thing." A smirk formed on the demon's face before he responded.
"Doing what you apparently couldn't." He forced down a bout of rage. You needed your rest. He couldn't allow himself to argue, and he refused to leave his self appointed post.
"Leave. Say what you want in the morning. I won't let you wake her up…" Crowley responded by pulling out the chair from your desk, and sliding it towards your bed.
"Of course I won't wake her." He said in a mocking tone. Gabriel was about to lose it when he heard a small whimper beside him. Looking over, you had broken into a cold sweat. You shifted onto your back in your nightmare. Crowley and Gabriel fell silent. The anger and annoyance had drained from the room in an instant. Gabriel placed two fingers on your forehead. You started to calm down, and fell into a dreamless sleep. The room stayed silent for nearly an hour. Both beings deep in thought.
"Truce?" Gabriel broke the silence. Crowley stared in shock for a few seconds.
"What?'
"I want a truce." Gabriel mentally went through countless responses. But out of all of them, this wasn't one.
"Truce." The angel stared at him. Searching for any signs that he was lying, or mocking him. Surprised, yet relieved to find none. Gabriel eventually decided to sleep. Believing that Crowley wouldn't do anything with you in the room, and confident that if something came in, at least one of them would notice. But unbeknownst to him, Crowley didn't last that long either before sleeping to pass the time.
(That Morning)
Sam woke up before everyone else. He got out of bed, and was walking down the hallway on his way to the kitchen. He did his usual routine of checking on whoever was still sleeping, and informing Cas that they were alright. He was approaching your room to check on you when he heard a noise. With no weapon he reached over to throw open the door, and hope that he had just misheard something. So he did. And he briefly thought that he was still dreaming.
Gabriel half-sat half-laid on your bed next to you. Your head leaning against his side. Crowley had sprawled out in your desk chair with his head hanging over the back. Both were sound asleep. He stifled a laugh as he watched your two mighty protectors. He always figured they liked you for whatever reason. But it was something else entirely to actually see it. He jogged back to Dean's room. He needed to see this. The sudden need to get to his brother alerted Castiel, who grabbed Sam's arm.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah Cas, I'm fine. I need to show Dean something...actually you should see it too." He tilted his head in confusion, but followed anyway. The elder Winchester was then awoken with a long string of grunts and swears.
"It's too early for this Sam!" Dean said as they left the room.
"I know it's still early, but like I said you really have to see this." His brother grumbled again but continued to wordlessly follow.
They got to the room and the door was once again pushed open. Dean's face was priceless. Castiel seemed to be greatly shocked at something, (beyond the obvious) but Sam couldn't tell. The hall was silent while Sam tried to hold in the laughter threatening to suffocate him. But it was in vain as Dean spit out an absolutely horrified retort.
"I don't care what any of them says, those two are not living with us!"
