Supernatural Imagines Book

Ew no🤮Crowley

"Ew, shut up, Dean. At least I am anatomically a girl, so it's acceptable for me to be acting like a girl," I retort.

"You didn't exactly deny it," Sam says randomly. And still, I blush even more.

"I though you were on my side Sammy!" I exclaim. He shrugs.

"I'm neutral," he says. I huff.

"Y'all are just jealous you don't have this ass," I say, about to play Sherlock again.

"I'm sure you want Crowley to have that ass," Sam says. I turn to him, aghast.

"I expect this shit from Dean! But you, Sammy?  Really?!" I huff, crossing my arms.

"You still didn't deny it, love," Crowley says in that delicious British accent.

"Whatever," I mumble, defeated, "You're all jackasses. All three of you. All I wanted was to watch these yummy men on the tv, but no! Grumpy and Shorty had to start their bitch fight and Giraffe over here had to join them."

"Well, you know what they say, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em," Sam says, shrugging. I scowl at him.

"And you're shorter than I am, so who are you calling shorty?" Dean asks. I roll my eyes.

"You, of course! The only tall thing you have is an ego," I retort.

"Shut up," Dean says.

"Make me."

"Nah, that's Crowley's job."

I stand from the shitty sofa and walk carefully to Dean. I stand in front of him, looking up at his face.

"If you don't shut your pie hole, something really bad is going to happen to you," I warn. Dean chuckles, not really understanding how serious I am.

"Like what?" He asks stupidly. I knee him in the ballsack. He doubles over in pain, grabbing his junk and moaning. I smirk triumphantly.

"Would anyone else like to tease me today?" I ask. Sam shakes his head, smirking about Dean's pain. Crowley just smirks at me for some reason.

"Okay then. Now, I'm gonna watch my show. If any of you brats interrupt, you won't be able to have kids," I say.

Dean is still hunched over, holding his crotch, but he nods. Crowley nods, still smirking at me like he's gonna do something bad. Sam smirks too, but I don't think it's because of Dean's pain anymore.

I sigh, relieved that the teasing's going to—

"Crowley would like to tease you," Sam pipes up. I roll my eyes. That boy obviously has a death wish. Damn Winchesters. Why did I ever think it was a good idea to take them up on their offer of hunting with them?

Because I'm not gonna seek out his junk to damage it, I opt for punching Sam in the face. He groans in pain, holding his cheek with both hands.

"Alright, now everybody shut up and let me watch my show."

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