Supernatural x Male Reader

When Dreams Play Out

"Seriously guys?" You pouted as you checked into your room at the motel. "When will I ever get my own room and bed?" You whined as you put your bag down, you were tired of sharing room with them and having to sleep with either one of them on the already uncomfortable motel beds. Sam might seem a big cuddly bear alright but he was huge for those small queen beds to fit you both. And Dean? He snored like a fucking dragon receiving anal sex for the first time.

"Don't worry, Y/N. I'll sleep on the couch." Dean said as he ruffled your hair. "You focus on getting better. Does your head still hurt?" He asked.

Well great, now you just felt guilty. You sighed and nodded, "I'm fine, Dean. And it's okay. I'll sleep with you." You said with a small smile. Both Sam and Dean agreed that it was more safer if you all sticked together, and it wasn't like they had a lot of money either that they could spend it all on different rooms.

Dean smiled at you as Sam entered through the main door with a local newspaper, "Okay so I questioned a few locals and it's definitely a case here." He said, his head still stuck in the newspaper.

"Well, I'm going to take a shower." You said, hardly being noticed by the brothers who were now engrossed in research, as you made your way to the bathroom. You stripped off your clothes and set the towel aside, turning on hot water as you let it rain on you. It was soothing and felt so much better after a long drive.

"Well, if this isn't a sight." You heard Crowley's voice again which made you turn in panic. Your eyes widened as you grabbed the towel, wrapping it around your waist. Your breaths became heavy again as you backed up to the wall. It wasn't your first time facing a demon but there was certainly something more to Crowley's look which put you on edge.

"C-Crowley." You mumbled. You had only met the man once before, and that was three months ago when Sam and Dean interrogated him for information.

"I must be famous." Crowley smirked as he took a step forward but his expression tensed as his appearance began to drift. His figure looked like a bad TV connection, appearing and disappearing over and over. His eyes flashed red as he turned to you, "Oh you're good, dear. But I'm crowley." He grimaced as he walked towards you and you slipped on water, falling on back as your head hit the wall behind. When you looked up, Crowley wasn't there. Maybe it all really was in your head.

"Y/N!" The door flung open as Dean rushed in. You heard Sam's voice from behind yelling at him that he should knock first but Dean was already in. "Oh God." He looked at you and helped you up, seeing the bleeding wound at the back of your head. "It's going to be okay, it's not much." Dean said even though you weren't worried. It was like he was comforting himself more than you. For some reason, you didn't feel any pain at all. As soon enough Sam helped Dean put you to bed and started first aid, you blacked out.

***

You felt yourself regain conscious as your eyes opened. You groaned as your head started to spin a little when you tried to stand up. "Hey Hey, take it easy." You heard Sam's voice and he soon came into frame. "It may be a mild concussion. Just lay down for now." He said and soon Dean came into view as well.

"What happened?" Dean asked.

"I slipped and fell." You said. Well, it wasn't a lie.

"So you just slipped and fell?" Dean asked. He could see through you, had always been able to. He knew there was something you were hiding.

"Yeah..." you tried not to look at him.

Dean sighed, "Okay then." He spoke with sarcasm all over his voice. "You should rest, there's nothing else you can do now anyway." He said and got up, going to the other side of the room.

You sighed and turned to Sam, "My bag?" You asked.

Sam gave a small smile, "Your phone." He answered. Whenever Dean thought something was off about you, he always checked around for anything odd. He mostly did it openly and not in hiding, perhaps to let you know he was on to you. Maybe it was all a warning from him. "You should rest. I'll wake you when it's time for dinner." He said and left.

***

It was the middle of the night when you were lying on the bed next to Dean. You sighed as Dean snored more heavily. You just couldn't sleep. You had slept before dinner and even in the car to the way here. Now you weren't sleepy at all. You turned on the bed to face the window where you saw Crowley's face stuck on it from the outside. Your eyes widened and your muscles contracted, making your nerves ache at some points. You quickly sat up, making Crowley smirk and your head spin. You waited for it to get normal before you looked back at the boys. They seemed deep in sleep. Your heart was thumping so loudly now it almost made you sick.

You got up and slowly made your way to the window, your eyes fixed on his. "Wh-What do you want?" You asked, trying to seem brave but his face in the dim light seemed even more dreadful, or perhaps it was his unnatural huge grin.

He eyed you up and down since you were in your boxers and had slipped out of your t shirt as well. "I must say, seeing you like this makes me want a little more than I came for." He said and disappeared, only to appear right behind you. "Perhaps you could be more useful than just information." He whispered in your ear, making you freeze as he licked your neck. You got a whiff of his expensive cologne and Sulphur which was ringing all the warning bells in your mind that Sam and Dean had put in.

"Y/N?" You heard Sam's voice to your relief. "Why are you standing there?" He asked from the bed before you heard his feet hit the ground.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a little hell to raise." Crowley whispered and chuckled when you shivered to his touch on your bare waist.

"Y/N?" Sam put his hand on your shoulder. You were almost frozen to your spot as you turned to Sam.

"Y-You didn't see... You didn't see him?" You asked, your face pale.

Sam looked extremely concerned, "There was no one, Y/N. Who are you talking about?" He asked, checking your head for fever.

You looked around before turning back to Sam with a bewildered look. Could it really be all just a dream? You thought. "N-Nothing, I must have sleepwalked. Nothing more." You mumbled.

Sam looked at you for sometime before sighing, "Come on, you can sleep with me." He said, leading you to bed. "God, Dean's a heavy sleeper. We don't want you wandering out in the night." Sam said, chuckling a little.

You smiled faintly at him as you got in bed, your mind still at the previous events unsure what to believe in.

***

"My Majesty, why do you tease the boy like that? Why not get inside him and look for the information straight away?" The demon asked, growing impatient at Crowley's behaviour.

"And here I wondered what differentiates a king from his minion." Crowley chuckled, more on his thoughts about you than at the Demon that stood behind him. He put his leg over the other as he sat on his crown, smiling to himself to the thoughts of you. "Go tell the others to get my tools sharpened, the boy will come to me." He smirked. The demon bowed as a yes and left the chamber.