MalifauxWriter

Y/n looked up from her bed in the bunker. There was a scratching sound coming her door. “That’s not right,” She muttered. There were no animals in the bunker. Sam knocked and Dean didn’t even do that. Her heart rate sped up “That’s not right at all,” Y/n slip out of bed and grabbed the knife on her bed stand. Her feet made little sound as she tiptoed to the door. She tightened her grip on the knife, mentally bracing herself for a fight. She took a deep breath and cracked the door open. To her relief it wasn’t a monster. That was the last thing she wanted on one of her days off. Oh no, it wa

"Christmas? Disgusting. Don't ever say that word again to me." Crowley spat at you. He was still tied up in solitary in the devil's trap.   You hadn't been with the Winchesters a long time, and since you weren't, you didn't have the extreme hatred that they did for him. In fact, you thought he was funny, and popped in once in awhile to hear one of his one liners.  Today was different, you'd just asked if he had any ideas for Christmas decorations in his little..cell. You were just trying to make him feel a bit better and here he was snapping at you. "So you're like a Scrooge, huh?" You giggled and raised an eyebrow. "I'm not a scrooge.

I got this request on Tumblr: Can you please do one where you and Crowley are secretly dating but then the Winchester find out and get really angry. Just a lot of fluff and can you please make the reader like really strong and confident! Thanks! ------            You sprawled out on the uncomfortable motel couch as you flipped through different channels to find something on TV. The Winchesters—whom you hunted with—went off to get some drinks (and for Dean, probably some random woman). They asked you if you wanted to go with them, but you said no. You weren’t a drinker unless it came to expensive wine—wine only your