Here's the next chapter, I worked really hard to get it out quickly because I felt so bad about leaving you all waiting for so long on the last few chapters. Anyway I hope you enjoy it and it moves the story along. There are only a few more chapters left and I'll get them out as quickly as I'm able. Enjoy!
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Dean wasn't sure how long he stayed in the kitchen, all he knew that when he finally entered the lounge room his dad was nowhere in sight and Sam was hunched over his laptop, pretending he didn't exist. Dean sighed and slid into the chair across from Sam, resting his elbows on the dining table. Sam continued to ignore him so he reached forward and snapped the laptop shut. Sam grunted and leaned back in the chair, folding his arms and glaring at Dean.
"Come on man. I've already got dad pretending I'm invisible, I don't need you ignoring me too."
"What do you want me to say Dean?"
"Well you could start with where dad is." Dean asked, the thought of John wandering around the house made him very uncomfortable. He didn't need his dad rifling through his things.
"Said he was going for a walk."
"Yeah, a walk to the nearest bar." Dean snorted darkly. Perfect. Just what he needed. "Come on Sammy. Dad's not here, Crowley's not here. It's just you and me. Say what you wanna say."
Sam sighed and unfolded his arms with a shrug. "I just don't…. I don't understand how you can think this is alright. You've always been the moral one, the one who sees everything in black and white. How did this happen Dean?"
"Look, I know that if I were in your position and it was you playing house with a demon, I would be acting the same way you are. And I know there would be nothing you could say to make me think otherwise, but I'm going to try anyway." Dean answered quietly, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "We are both very different to the people we were when all this started. We have both done things we never thought we were capable of and do you know what I've come to realise? I'm not the person I thought I was."
"Yeah. I'm getting that. What's your point Dean?"
"There's something twisted inside me Sam. Something dark that I keep hidden. I didn't even know it was there until I went to Hell and met Alistair. It scares me, so I push it away and I cover it with sarcasm and humor. You have no idea what I thought about doing to Meg and if you did, it would make you uncomfortable. It would anyone uncomfortable." Dean felt the words pouring out and he couldn't stop them. Oddly enough he didn't want to. It felt good telling Sam about something he'd kept hidden for so long, a part he'd only shared with Crowley up until that moment.
"But not Crowley." Sam guessed.
"No. Not Crowley. He understands, he never judges and I know that no matter what I say it won't freak him out or scare him off. In fact, I'm pretty sure he likes my sadistic side."
"Of course he does Dean! He's a sadist. And you love him. You love him so much you've given up everything. So what happens when he breaks your heart? Or when you get tired of playing the doting housewife and you want your old life back? What are you going to do when every hunter and demon knows about your little trip to the suburbs? No one will work with you, you'll be black listed!"
"You gave up everything for Jess." Dean pointed out.
"Yeah and that worked out brilliantly!"
Dean sighed and decided to try something else, going the Jessica route had been a badly thought out idea. "Your problem is that when you look at him you just see Crowley the crossroads demon."
"What else am I supposed to see? That's what he is!"
"Actually he's not a crossroads demon anymore but that's not really the point. The point is; there is more to him than being a complete bastard. Yes, he's an utter sadist but that's not all he is." Dean tried to explain but even he could tell he wasn't doing a very good job.
"Well what is he Dean? What do you see that I don't?" Sam demanded, needing to know why of all people Dean had chosen a demon.
He wanted to be happy for Dean, he wanted to believe that Dean had finally found someone who could make him happy but he was having a very hard understanding why that someone had to be Crowley.
Dean knew Crowley would kill him when he found out what he was about to tell Sam but he didn't care. Despite what he tried to tell himself, he needed Sam on his side, he wanted Sam to approve.
"I see the man who stood by side when no one else did. I see the man who held my hand when I thought I was going to die. The man who watches crappy daytime television with me even though he hates it, who goes grocery shopping with me and goes with me to barbeques. I see the Crowley who reminded me why the world was worth saving." Dean was sure he was smiling like an idiot but he didn't care. Crowley had the ability to turn him into a thirteen-year-old girl and he'd accepted that a long time ago.
"That sounds…. Really nice actually." Sam admitted softly as though hesitant to let the words out. "I'll never like him Dean, something about him just sets me on edge."
"I'm not asking you to like him Sam. I'm asking you to accepted my choices, to be civil to him. I'll make sure he does the same." Dean promised quickly, not looking forward when he told Crowley what he'd promised.
"Does he really go grocery shopping with you?" Sam asked suddenly, a smile on his face.
Dean laughed and took that as Sam's acceptance. "Yeah he does. Complains the whole fucking time though."
Sam laughed and there was a moment of comfortable silence as they both smiled at each other and for the first time since walking into Bobby's kitchen, Dean felt like he had his brother back. After a moment, Sam became serious again and looked at Dean.
"Does he love you Dean?"
Dean paused at the question and frowned thoughtfully. Not really sure how to answer. He'd never had to answer that question before. "I think so. I mean, he's never actually said it but sometimes I catch him looking at me when he thinks I'm not paying attention and I see something in his eyes. I'm…I'm pretty sure it's love."
"You know Dean, I may not approve of your choice of partner but I'm glad he makes you happy. After all the shit you've been through, you deserve someone who loves you."
"Thanks Sam. Although it would be nice to hear him say it at least once."
"Say what?"
Sam jumped at the sudden appearance of Crowley but Dean didn't even flinch, he just craned his head back and stared up at him. Crowley was standing directly behind his chair and rested his hands on Dean's shoulders.
"Just talking about you." Dean smirked.
Crowley leaned down so their faces were closer and glared playfully. "What about me?"
"Ah, see now, that would be telling."
"I could make you tell me." Crowley threatened and Dean shivered at the thought of exactly what that would entail.
"You could try."
"You'd like that wouldn't you?"
"You bet I would. Speaking of making me talk, did you deal with Meg?"
"For the moment. Didn't start any of the fun stuff though."
Dean knew exactly what Crowley meant by the fun stuff but it didn't bother him, Meg would only be getting what she deserved.
"Why not? The fun stuff is your favorite."
"True. But I thought you might like to join me."
"Really?"
"Of course. We'd make a good team and I'd love to see what Alistair taught you."
Dean hesitated as he thought about it. Did he really want to cross that line? Before he could answer, Crowley leaned down further and captured his lips in a tender kiss before pulling away.
"You don't need to decide yet. Give it some thought." The demon muttered against his ear, causing him to shiver pleasantly. "It's completely up to you."
Crowley pulled away and headed upstairs with Dean staring at him as he went, completely forgetting about Sam frowning at him from across the table.
"Seriously?"
"Hmmm?" Dean hummed, snapping back to reality.
"Were you two just flirting over torturing someone?"
"Well to be fair, we were talking about Meg." Dean shrugged, still thinking about Crowley. "Anyway. You keep doing…. whatever you were doing before I interrupted." He leaned across the table and opened up the laptop before spinning it around to face Sam who was looking at him suspiciously. "And I'm just gonna go upstairs and do some… stuff."
"You're gonna go and have sex with Crowley aren't you?" Sam muttered, shaking his head and pulling the laptop closer towards him.
"No! Ok, yes. So if you want to go upstairs for any reason… well it would probably be best if you just didn't go upstairs." Dean answered quickly before standing up and heading over to the stairs.
About halfway across the room he stopped trying to appear calm and bolted up to bedroom, leaving Sam to pull a face and hope he wouldn't be able to hear them. "One o'clock in the fucking afternoon. Horney bastards." he muttered, hitting the keys of the keyboard harder than strictly necessary.
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When Dean found Crowley the demon was rifling through their cupboard with his back to the door.
"What are you looking for?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe.
Crowley continued to search through his clothes and for a moment Dean thought he was being ignored but then with a huff Crowley slammed the closet door closed.
"Have you seen my suit?"
"Which one?"
"The black one."
"All your suits are black."
Crowley rolled his eyes and moved to the chest of drawers to begin search through his ties. Dean snorted and moved across the room with the sort of stealth it had taken years to develop and with a triumphant grin he wrapped his arms around Crowley's neck and pressed his body against the demon's back. Crowley straightened and abandoned his hunt, turning his attention to Dean.
"What are you doing?"
Dean didn't answer and instead slowly begun to unknot Crowley's tie, moving with sure, precise movements. He let the tie slip to the floor and took advantage of the newly revealed skin. Crowley groaned low in the back of his throat when sharp teeth began to bite and nibble at the tender skin of his neck only to be soothed by gentle kisses.
The biting quickly turned to sucking and Dean felt a surge of arousal at the fact Crowley was allowing himself to be marked. When he had finished paying attention to let particular patch of skin he put his hands to use by unbuttoning Crowley's shirt, nibbling and sucking on every area of skin he could get his mouth on.
The shirt soon followed the tie to the floor and he wrapped his arms around Crowley's waist, hands roaming freely and playing with dark chest hair. Crowley was still moaning and Dean couldn't believe how good it felt to be the one staking his claim for once. As he continued to feast on Crowley's neck and collarbone, the heat was slowing building between their bodies and arousal flooded his mind. It was that heady mix of lust and desire that caused the words in his head to come tumbling out of his mouth without thought.
"I want to fuck you." He murmured against the demon's ear, the thought alone making his shiver.
Crowley froze, his entire body tensing up and it bought Dean out of his lust induced haze rather harshly. Before he could process what was happening, Crowley was removing his hands and the wonderful body heat was taken away to be replaced by a startled look demon.
"You want to fuck me?" Crowley repeated.
"I probably could have used more tact when I said that but yes."
Crowley nodded slowly and his body began to unwind after the initial shock of the question had worn off. "What's bought this on? I thought you were happy with our sex life."
"I am! It's not about that." Dean assured him, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Meg, Bobby, Sam, even dad, they say I'm yours. And I am yours! But… you're mine too and I want you to belong to me the same way I belong to you. If that makes any sense?"
Crowley smiled one of those rare, real smiles that Dean loved and reached forward to undo Dean's belt. "Well you can't fuck me with your pants on."
Dean's jeans fell to the floor next to Crowley's shirt and tie. Kicking them away, he started on Crowley's pants. As soon as he undid the buttons he was pulled into a kiss, mouths crashing together and teeth bumping but this time Crowley allowed Dean to dominate the kiss.
When the last of Crowley's clothes pooled on the ground, Dean broke the kiss and maneuvered him over to the bed. He pushed him down onto the mattress and took a moment to admire the view. Crowley was spread out and Dean thanked what ever had made Crowley chose that body as his meat suit. While he stared he quickly removed the rest of his clothes, sighing happily when his straining cock was bought out into the cool air and his boxers thrown off to the side somewhere.
Thankfully Crowley was just as hard as he was otherwise he would be having serious doubts about being able to keep from blowing his load before anything started. The dominant side of him that had been hibernating for so long reared its head at the sight of Crowley spread out and waiting. He was in control. Climbing onto the bed he pushed Crowley's legs apart with his knee so he could settle in between them.
"Pass me the lube?" he muttered as he ran his hands up and down the strong calves either side of him.
Crowley reached under his pillow and pulled out a bottle of lube, causing Dean to cock his head in confusion.
"Why is there lube under your pillow?"
"Figured you'd follow me up. Might as well be prepared, although I did assume of positions would be reversed." Crowley explained, handing him the bottle.
Dean chuckled and took the bottle, scratching his nails across Crowley's muscled thighs.
Crowley shivered at the touch but it wasn't enough to smother the panic rising inside him. Giving up control was against every fiber of who he was. There was a reason he always topped, bottoming required trusting your partner and trusting was still a foreign feeling for him.
"I think someone is horny." Dean teased as his face hovered over the straining, dripping cock.
He loved Crowley's cock he really did and being so close to the dusty pink mushroom head was making his mouth water. The hand still resting on his lover's thigh alerted him to Crowley tensing up again.
"You need to relax." He muttered, trailing his fingers across the demon's stomach and watching the muscles jump and shift under his touch.
His fingers followed the hair that took him to the base of Crowley's cock and he ran his fingers through the dark hair. Crowley gasped and arched against Dean's fingers.
"I'm trying." He grunted, irritated when Dean's hand stayed away from his cock.
"I know something that will help you relax." Dean promised, more to himself than anything else.
He leaned down and licked a strip from the root to tip, swirling his tongue around the tip and dipping it into the slit. Crowley's hips bucked Dean took the not so subtle hint. Crowley groaned low in the back of his throat when Dean's impossibly hot mouth enveloped his cock and suckled lightly on the head.
"Fucking hell!"
Dean chuckled and the vibrations travelled through Crowley's cock, making his pant. Dean was doing his best not to hump the mattress, the noises his lover was making driving him insane with want. Taking a deep breath he swallowed Crowley until the head touched the back of his throat and was rewarded by a hand gripping tightly in his hair. He looked up at Crowley who was silently asking permission and he answered with a nod.
The hand tightened and Crowley began to thrust his length in and out of Dean's mouth, fucking his face roughly. Dean was doing his best not to gag while his free hand popped the cap of the lube open. Crowley was too busy fucking his throat to notice the slick finger rubbing around his entrance. However he did notice when that finger was pushed inside him and begun sliding in and out.
He stilled his movements and focused on the invading finger, it wasn't as invasive as he'd thought it was going to be. He heard Dean start to choke and he realised he still had Dean pushed down on his cock with his nose pressed firmly against his pubic hair. Dean's throat was clenching and twitching around him as he fought for air and it felt fantastic, his whole body jerking as he gag reflex acted up.
The finger was still moving inside him and Dean wasn't struggling so he took that as a sign Dean was still alright so he held the position for a moment longer before pulling Dean's head up and allowing him to breathe. Dean gasped for air, spluttering as his gag reflex calmed down and the need to throw up faded.
He was slightly dizzy from lack of oxygen but he continued stretching Crowley and added another finger to join the first. He progressed quickly from there, a third quickly joining the second and then a forth as he battered Crowley's prostate while the demon let lose a string of what Dean assumed to be profanities. He wasn't too sure what language Crowley was speaking.
He pulled his fingers out and marveled at the sight of Crowley's hole stretched, quivering hole, the possessive part of himself rising up and preening at the sight. Crowley was his, only he got to see this. He was the only person in six hundred years Crowley had given this to.
Without wasting anymore time he coated his length in lube and settling on his knees he lifted Crowley's legs over his shoulders and guided his cock into the waiting hole. Crowley grunted at the burning stretch as Dean pushed in completely. He leaned over Crowley with his hands on either side of the demon and begun to thrust.
He wasn't confident in his ability to last ay length of time, it had been over a years since he'd topped and Crowley was amazingly tight. Crowley couldn't believe how good it felt to have Dean battering against his prostate or how unbelievably full he felt. Their bodies pressed together and soon they were just two sweaty bodies, thrusting and grunting against each other. Crowley wrapped his arms around Dean's neck and grabbed the hair at the base of his neck, tugging roughly with each thrust.
"You're mine." Dean grunted as his thrusts became more and more erratic.
"I'm yours." Crowley panted breathlessly, knowing it was what Dean needed to hear. And it was true; he did belong to Dean. He was dreading the day Dean figured out that he could never deny him anything although not without a good deal of grumbling first.
Dean could feel his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach and the tightening of his balls. Reaching between them he wrapped hand around Crowley's neglected length and started jerking him off to the rhythm of his thrusts.
"Come on Crowley. Need you to cum."
Crowley didn't need Dean's encouragement, he was ready to blow and with a well placed thrust to his prostate he was coming. His orgasm erupted through his body and cum landed in thick ribbons across his stomach. Dean followed him with a deep grunt as he emptied himself inside Crowley's body, filing him to the brim with cum.
Rolling off Crowley, Dean hit the mattress with a thump before turning and cuddling into Crowley's side. They lay in silence while they both caught their breaths and their heart rates returned to normal. Dean rested a hand on Crowley's chest and traced patterns idly, enjoying a moment where his mind was completely empty. Unfortunately the moment didn't last long and Crowley bought him back to reality.
"So where has you complete asshole of a father gotten to?"
"Out at some bar getting utterly shitfaced. I'll warn you now, he's a mean drunk."
"So is Bobby but I handle him perfectly fine." Crowley pointed out, playing with Dean's hair.
"No, Bobby is a grumpy drunk. Dad will start throwing punches." Dean sighed happily at the feeling of Crowley massaging his scalp.
Those wonderful fingers stalled for a fraction of a second before continuing as through nothing had happened. "Has he ever hit you?" Crowley asked eventually.
"A few times. More than a few times. At least once a month I'd have black eye or a split lip." Dean admitted softly. Not even Sam knew about that, he'd been too wrong at the time to remember and he'd never told him.
"How old were you?"
"Ten. The last time anyway."
"What happened?" It was nearly unrecognizable but Dean could still hear the concern hovering in Crowley's voice.
"Don't really know. I remember dad coming back from the bar, I think Sam had done something wrong and dad was pissed. I told Sam to go to his room and then I told dad if he ever touched Sam I'd call Bobby and tell him. I'd take Sam away. I woke up in hospital the next day with two broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder and a fractured collarbone." Dean answered absently. He hadn't thought about it for a long time and it was unpleasant dragging up those memories. "After that he never touched me again and he stopped coming back to the motel drunk."
"When didn't you ever tell Bobby? Or anyone?"
"I was a kid. Dad had taught me not to trust anyone but family and I knew if I told Bobby he'd take us away. I'd already lost my mum, I couldn't lose my dad too." He said with a shrug. "Did you ever hit your son?"
"Gavin? Once." Crowley muttered, taking Dean's hand in his and twirling the ring around Dean's finger thoughtfully. "I hated him in general, don't know why. There was just something about him that I didn't like but I mostly ignored him. One day he came over for dinner with his wife and she had a broken arm. She said one of the horses had done accidently but I knew it was Gavin. It was obvious she was terrified of him and Gavin had always been quick to anger, he took after me in that respect. I beat the shit out of him. I was a bad person Dean, in fact I could be downright cruel but out of the all the shitty things I'd done in my life, I never hit my wife. No matter how angry I got."
Dean didn't say anything, there was nothing to say and instead he buried his face against Crowley's neck and closed his eyes. He was taking full advantage of what would probably be one of the last moments of peace they would have for awhile.
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The street was empty when John stumbled out of the bar, tripping over his own feet and swaying slightly when he stopped to regain his balance. He wasn't sure how long ago the sun had set but the streetlights were on and the sky was pitch black, clouds covering the stars from view. Sighing heavily when his head started to swim he leaned against the nearest streetlight and closed his eyes until the spinning stopped.
"I didn't bring you back to get pissed at the local dive bar."
John started upright to face a tall black man in a well-tailored suit standing in front of him. "You were right. About everything." He murmured. "They're not the son's I raised, they've forgotten everything I taught them."
"Not forgotten. They've been corrupted. The demon blood has changed Sam, the need for it will never go away and it clouds his judgment and Dean left his humanity in hell, becoming the whore to a demon."
John flinched at the words but couldn't deny their truth. He hadn't believed the man who called himself an angel at first but seeing Dean and hearing what Sam had done since his death had proven his words. Something had happened to his boys, he'd always known Sam could go either way but Dean; Dean had always been the good one, the moral one. Now he spread his legs for demonic scum and Sam was an affront against humanity. They had to be stopped before they caused any more damage to the world then they already had.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked, slurring his words slightly even though the cool night air had sobered him up significantly.
"Nothing. Not yet. I need them to get me something first."
John nodded, dreading having to go back to Dean and Sam. "Who are you really?"
"The Archangel Raphael, John. You're doing God's work."
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Sam was still sitting at the laptop when Dean and Crowley came down the stairs and entered the lounge room.
"Do we have anything?" Dean asked, pulling out a chair and sitting next to Sam.
Sam glared at him and snapped the laptop shut before crossing his arms. "Are we just going to pretend I didn't hear what I heard?" he asked.
"Well if you prefer we can talk about how pretty your brother sounds choking on my cock?"
"Excuse me! I was only choking because you wouldn't let me fucking breathe!"
"Enough! Fucking hell!" Sam yelled, shaking his head wide eyed at the both of them.
Crowley smirked and leaned against the back of the couch, winking at Dean.
Dean suppressed a smile and turned his attention back to Sam. "Back to my original question. Do you have anything?"
"Well I couldn't find anything but then I remembered what Bobby said when you came back from hell."
"Before or after he tried to stab me?"
"He said the only thing capable of pulling you out of the pit was an angel." Sam continued, completely ignoring Dean.
Dean blinked and leaned back in his chair. Why didn't they think of that before? It had taken serious juice to pull Sam from the cage and angels were the most powerful creatures they knew. "Is it possible?" he asked Crowley.
"It's possible but it would take an enormous amount of power, not just any angel could have done it." Crowley conceded with a shrug.
"What about an Arch?"
"An Archangel would definitely have the juice." Crowley confirmed and Dean noticed the talk of angels was making him increasingly nervous and he couldn't blame him. Crowley was powerful but even he couldn't take on an angel in a fair fight.
"Yeah there's just one problem. Every Archangel that had anything to do with the fuck-up that was the Apocalypse is dead." Sam reminded them.
"Not all of them. Last time I heard Raphael was still up and kicking."
"That's just fantastic. Just what we need, a crazy ninja turtle who wants your head on pike!" Sam sighed unhappily. "Can we call Castiel? He might know something."
"I doubt it. Cas hasn't spoken to me in nearly two years. He's pissed at me for the whole Crowley thing." Dean admitted, rubbing the back of his neck a little bit embarrassed.
"Well than what the fuck are we supposed to do?"
"We catch ourselves an Archangel. I know exactly where to put him." Crowley spoke up. He was smirking in a way that told Dean he wasn't going to like the next thing Crowley said. "I'm going to need a few things though."
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Well there it is, I managed to get it out a lot quicker than the last few and I hope everyone likes it. Remember to review; I love getting feedback. Stay tuned for the next installment coming soon!