Supernatural one shots

A little fresh air [Crowley x Cass xReader]

"I understand that completely." Cas said, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. You looked up to Cas, your smile growing wider.

"I know how you feel, kitten. But as the king of hell, you can't just stop." Crowley shrugs, placing his other hand upon yours.

"I know." You smiled, looking forward as you walked further into the field. "Do you ever think that one day, it'll all just stop? No more war, no more fighting. I mean, it's possible." Your furrow your eyebrows, looking between the angel and the demon. "Right?"

"It is, but there is always a factor that a third part- well fourth; will try to screw things up. Yes, there are hunters, demons, Angels, normal humans, and other monsters, but somehow there's always a bigger bad trying to mess it up. We are the natural order." Crowley says, giving you his opinion.

"I agree. Between hunters, Angels, and Demons, we're just trying to keep everything how it is." Cass adds, looking down to you, a frown upon your lips.

"There's always going to be a bigger bad, isn't there? But who could be more of a bigger bad than Amara?" You dwelled, biting your bottom lip.

"Who knows, but for right now, it is nothing to worry about, love." Crowley chuckles, rubbing his thumb in small circles on your hand.

"Mmm." You hummed, nodding your head. You stopped in your tracks, making Cas and Crowley look at you in confusion. You nodded your head towards the sunset, watching it dip lower behind the trees. They turned to look at the orange sky, the shades of pink and purples.

"I might be the king of hell, but sunsets are still a beautiful sight." Crowley mumbled, the sunset making his brown eyes become pools of chocolate.

You, Cass, and Crowley sat there until the stars came out. You watched how the hues of pink and purple quickly transitioned into a midnight blue, making the night relaxing. The three of you talked about random things, telling stories, and you and Crowley pulling small pranks on Cass. Who more or less got a tiny bit aggravated.

A yawn escaped your lips as your stretched your arms upwards. "Time to get someone to bed." Crowley chuckles, slipping his arm back with yours, Cas doing the Sam.

"I gotta wait for the boys to call or text me though." Speak of the devil, your phone went off with a notification. You pulled your phone out of your jacket pocket, looking at the screen. "Ah, it's Dean."

He said they made it okay, found out who's ghost it is and why they're doing it, and that they should be home around one or two in the morning. Which means they already salt and burned the bones. Which means you can go ahead to bed. You quickly text him back, saying to wake you up when he got there, please.

You and Dean always had each other's back. Granted, so did you and Sam. But, you and Dean were a lot closer. When you started hunting with them, Dean held every hunt that went wrong over his head, putting the weight on his shoulders. That's where you came in. You told him you weren't gonna see him destroy himself like this. So it was either talk to you or he can watch you leave. So many times, were your ready to pack and say goodbye. Sam tried to reason with you, but you told him the same thing every time.

"No, Sam. If he wants to shut down and push people away. This is how it's gonna be every time. He starts being like this, I pack." You turned to Sam, craning your head up to look at him. "And I will always be one step closer to that door."

You always played those words through your mind, time and time again. Yes, you've always been one step closer to the front door or to the garage. But every time, Dean stops you. The last time, you were reaching for the door knob. He silently comes up behind you, wraps his arms around you, and lays his forehead on the back of your head. His voice pleading and broken. Needy.