Supernatural Imagines

Crowley ~ (Pure) Alone

The fourth part of the series that started with Bigger. I've now renamed them all with the main title (Pure), just so it is easier to tell they belong as one series.

This one got a little long, took me ages to write (for good reason). I went a little out of my comfort zone at the end, writing smut, so please be aware of it. I have put a break in for when the smut starts, so if you don't wish to read it, then you can end the story there. However, if you do, can I request that you please give me feedback? This is the first time I've written it and would really appreciate thoughts about it.

Hope all of you are enjoying! :) (Please don't hesitate to like or make requests)

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Sam stared blankly at his phone for a moment, not recognising the number before he practically leapt to pick up his phone, hitting dial on the number.

It went to voicemail. "Don't leave a message, I won't call back. Text instead."

Sam cursed and typed. Where are you Y/N?

He waited, but got no response.

Sam hurriedly pulled over his computer and quickly started typing, pulling up the information he needed.

"Cas!" He called in the bunker, Castiel hurrying into the room looking worried.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Y/N's in trouble." Sam said. "She sent me a message but isn't answering. I've tracked her location with her number.

Castiel hesitates. "You know it could be trap Sam, Abaddon-"

"I know," Sam said quickly, throwing on his jacket as he looked desperately at Castiel. "But it's my fault she ran in the first place and I'm not going to just sit back and wait to see if she's actually in trouble."

"It's her father's fault Sam, not yours." Castiel said, but as Sam frowns at him, Castiel nods. "Alright, let's go get her."

The location Sam had was a few hours' drive away, his fingers tapping nervously on the wheel the whole way.

"I'm sure she's fine Sam." Castiel said carefully, watching Sam out of the corner of his eye. "She was dating Crowley, I doubt there wouldn't be much she wasn't ready for."

"Now is not a good time to joke Cas."

"I wasn't joking."

They pulled up outside a motel, Sam hurrying inside to talk to reception if they'd seen you, Castiel looking from door to door.

One of the doors had blood on it.

"Sam!" Castiel called and rushed over to the door, finding it locked, he hit it hard with his shoulder, letting it fly open as Sam came running over, both of them entering the room.

You were slumped against the furthest wall in the room, a half a bottle of whiskey next to you, and a lot of blood soaking your clothes.

"Jesus Y/N!" Sam dashed over to you, dropping down so that he could check your pulse, which was faint but still steady, and he checked over the wounds, badly bandaged, as Castiel looked you.

"She's used the alcohol to kill the pain and clean the wounds." Castiel said. "They're not too deep but she's still lost a fair bit of blood." Leaning forward, he pressed his hand against your forehead, letting his grace heal you.

You mumble something as you come round, your eyes opening slowly and you blink at Sam and Castiel. "Hey..."

Sam's look of relief was momentary as you groaned. "Easy Y/N, take it slow. We'll get you up." He and Castiel take you by the arms to help you to your feet, setting you on the bed.