Hello Darling

Rianna Melton (@RiannaMelton) Tweeted on Nov 26, 2020: Well that's it. I've been working on this map project for years tracking everywhere the Winchesters have driven too over the 15 year. Baby's run from 1x01 to 15x20 ended with just over 330k miles. There are 329 pins. And I just placed the final one.

Thanks for the ask, Anon!

This definitely took some thought, and was made difficult by the fact that some of my favorite fics are those I haven’t actually written or posted yet. But among those I have, it was a fairly easy choice.

Diners & Coffee Shops – I just love the imagery in this one. It has what one reader referred to as “an endless unspooling feel” to it. The fic explores all the places the boys stop along the road, and Crowley slowly becoming comfortable with riding around in the Impala, saving people, and life as one of the boys.

At the Crossroads – This one has a very unique quality to it. It’s all dark corners and sharp edges, hurt feelings and desperate, fumbling attempts to be a better person. The fic sets Crowley and Castiel in a post-season 9 canon divergent reality where Crowley runs a pub for hunters, and a familiar, demonic face strolls back into his life to break the fragile life he’s built for himself.

Scene From An Alt!Dimension – The fic that started off as a one-shot and became an entire alternative season 13. I poured everything I had into Chapter 5, and it was worth it. After sacrificing himself to close the rift, Crowley wakes up in that alternative dimension, human and alone in a reality without the Winchesters.

The Road Ahead – Another fic into which I overly invested myself. An alternative spn series finale crammed with callbacks, cameos, locations, and a multitude of pop culture reference. And no loopholes. It has plenty of humorous moment, sentimental moments, and a grand finale montage. Oh, and there’s a sequel as well, “And Many More”, about Dean’s 42nd birthday.

Humanitarian Aid – This fic is very dear to me, as it’s based on personal experiences in the field as an anthropologist and in international disaster relief. After finally consenting to the cure, Crowley feels compelled to help, in whatever – very limited – way he can, and becomes an aid worker. And he’s not alone. The fic explores notions of “saving the world” in the real world and existential nihilism, making it unique in the spn fandom and close to my heart.

The screen read: Call for FBI Assistant Director.

Looking around, he waited for one of the boys to appear to answer the phone, but neither of them did. Crowley raised an eyebrow, then smiled slyly to himself. He flicked his thumb across the screen, and answered the call.

“FBI. This is Assistant Director…” Crowley squinted in consideration. The boys usually employed pop culture references at a time like this. “…Simmons.”

“Uh.” The voice on the other end of the line seemed uncertain, hesitant even. “This is Lieutenant Francis Rossi calling from the Madison, New Jersey, police department. I’m, um, calling to inquire about two agents the FBI apparently has out here in the field?”

No doubt those agents were actually hunters. And they’d gotten themselves caught by the local authorities, hence having the lieutenant here call in for confirmation of their identities and clearance. While he wasn’t particularly inclined to be helpful, especially to hunters, Crowley could always be counted on to find ways to amuse himself. And letting this little phone call play out was definitely better than just standing around waiting for those flannelled assholes.

Crowley cleared his throat, adopted his best American accent, and committed himself to the charade.

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Beta: @raspberrymama

Word Count: 596

A/N: This was given to me my @klaineaholic during Crowley Weekend. I wasn’t really doing GIF drabbles but that being said, I happen to be really dig this one and it prompted a fun idea. Thank you fellow Crowley lover. Fluff. Mwah.

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Crowley was sitting talking to an underling about deals as usual. His henchman was going on and on about something. Crowley, growing rather bored just happened to look around and spotted you along with Sam and Dean. He turned around in his bar stool and bowed as much as one can in a stool, Craig in hand. He bid his demon away. The henchman was muttering some such garbage to try and get his King to listen to him but Crowley was much more interested in the Winchester’s companion, you.

Dean face palmed. “Oh fuck no,“ he nearly growled when he caught Crowley’s gaze.

Crowley glided over to you all in the back of the bar. The second he was in movement you were like a moth to a flame. Your eyes studying his confident gait as he meandered over to the table. You unconsciously licked your lips as you looked up his tailored suit to see a prize-winning smirk directed at you. You couldn’t help but smile. As he got closer, Crowley’s eyes swept over your figure. You tried to stand up and say hi, but Dean pushed you down. You pouted like a child wanting desperately to touch Crowley, say hi properly.

“Well that was rather rude now, Dean. The poor lass just wants to say hello and I, for one, would greatly appreciate that.” He takes your hand and kisses it.

“Of all the bars,” Dean said frustrated.

“Calm down,” Sam mouthed not particularly wanting his brother to start a scene in a bar that clearly had demons in it. If they hadn’t seen Crowley, there could be more demons hiding in the woodwork.

“Clearly you’re both morons. I was sitting conducting a meeting for some time now. Surely you must have seen me when you came in and if not, then you are morons.”

Dean gave him bitchface which you both ignored. You looked up into Crowley’s eyes and moved faster than Dean could stop you. Sam sighed heavily not liking the situation anymore than Dean did.

“I’m Y/N,” you said with a smile, standing before the King of Hell.

“What a pretty name. And such an intriguing young lady. Tell me dear, why are you throwing your lot in with these morons? They can’t even look around a bar!”

You smirked at his comment, “I’m a hunter and we just finished a case successfully. We were a little distracted.”

Crowley frowned at the implication of the word “distracted” paired with Dean’s dangerous glance.

“You’re not with Squirrel are you?”

“Who? Dean? No, I’m single as of a few minutes ago.”

Crowley looked at you confused. “What happened a few minutes ago?”

You chuckled at him, a light chuckle that made him smile in spite of himself.

“I met you silly.” You grabbed a napkin and scribbled down a name and your number handing it to him. “We’ll be in this town tomorrow. This is my cellphone number. Call me we can do dinner. Come on boys. I’m getting awfully tired. So much fighting and flirting.” You threw Crowley a wink before you glided out of the bar giggling at the thought of a date with the King of Hell. 

Sam and Dean glared as they left while Crowley found himself even more enamored with you. He wasnt used to being the one asked out and having someone else control the situation. Usually it was the other way around. You asked him out with an equal amount of sass and a level of vulnerability and innocence. It was intoxicating. You would definitely be seeing him tomorrow.

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PDA

Dean:

Dean was never large on PDA, that is, if he wasn’t jealous or intimidated. He didn’t want anyone looking at you and would make that very evident. If he saw a man flashing you looks at the bar he’d pull you off your bar stool and place you in his lap. If a woman was being a little too flirtatious and started brushing your shoulders with her fingertips, he’d come up from behind you and curl his arms around you protectively, looking the woman in the eyes as he places light kisses on your cheek and the top of your head.

Sam:

With Sam, it never mattered where you were, if he wanted to touch you, he damn well would. It could be small things, a hand on your thigh under the table or an arm around you in the Impala. But it could also be big things, he would pull you onto his lap or just brush the hair out of your way to get his mouth on your neck. He’d whisper dirty things in your ear to get the two of you out of situations you didn’t want to be in. And that’s all when he isn’t jealous. When he gets jealous he’s always got to have his hands on you. If anyone, ANYONE, so much as checked you out when you weren’t looking he would grab your hips and press your body flush against his own. He’d kiss you and let a small snarl leave his lips as he shot daggers at the poor victim that set him off.

Cas:

Cas didn’t understand PDA at first. He didn’t understand that touching wasn’t strictly something he had to wait until he got home to do. After he realized that he was allowed to touch you in public, he always did. He’d slip his fingers between yours and look off, trying to be sly about it. Or he’d peck your lips or face quickly and pull away, a blush still painting his cheeks after all these years together.

Crowley:

While Crowley loved to show you off, he wasn’t an extremely touchy man, sure he always had to have his hands on you somewhere. Whether it be pressed on the small of your back as he led you through crowds at extravagant parties, or an arm curled around your waist firmly when he introduced you to his friends, your favorite has to be when he placed his warm, rough hand on you upper thigh firmly under tables. It never failed to make you blush and feel desirable and Crowley knew it. He rarely kissed you in public as he didn’t want to “Give anyone an image of you they could use to pleasure themselves later.” The only real time PDA is allowed by Crowley is in his throne room, where he insists you sit on his lap. On many accounts you would sit and trail your lips along Crowley’s neck and cheeks as he spoke to his servants.

Gabriel:

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Beta: @raspberrymama

Word Count: 596

A/N: This was given to me my @klaineaholic during Crowley Weekend. I wasn’t really doing GIF drabbles but that being said, I happen to be really dig this one and it prompted a fun idea. Thank you fellow Crowley lover. Fluff. Mwah.

                                  Also on AO3

Crowley was sitting talking to an underling about deals as usual. His henchman was going on and on about something. Crowley, growing rather bored just happened to look around and spotted you along with Sam and Dean. He turned around in his bar stool and bowed as much as one can in a stool, Craig in hand. He bid his demon away. The henchman was muttering some such garbage to try and get his King to listen to him but Crowley was much more interested in the Winchester’s companion, you.

Dean face palmed. “Oh fuck no,“ he nearly growled when he caught Crowley’s gaze.

Crowley glided over to you all in the back of the bar. The second he was in movement you were like a moth to a flame. Your eyes studying his confident gait as he meandered over to the table. You unconsciously licked your lips as you looked up his tailored suit to see a prize-winning smirk directed at you. You couldn’t help but smile. As he got closer, Crowley’s eyes swept over your figure. You tried to stand up and say hi, but Dean pushed you down. You pouted like a child wanting desperately to touch Crowley, say hi properly.

“Well that was rather rude now, Dean. The poor lass just wants to say hello and I, for one, would greatly appreciate that.” He takes your hand and kisses it.

“Of all the bars,” Dean said frustrated.

“Calm down,” Sam mouthed not particularly wanting his brother to start a scene in a bar that clearly had demons in it. If they hadn’t seen Crowley, there could be more demons hiding in the woodwork.

“Clearly you’re both morons. I was sitting conducting a meeting for some time now. Surely you must have seen me when you came in and if not, then you are morons.”

Dean gave him bitchface which you both ignored. You looked up into Crowley’s eyes and moved faster than Dean could stop you. Sam sighed heavily not liking the situation anymore than Dean did.

“I’m Y/N,” you said with a smile, standing before the King of Hell.

“What a pretty name. And such an intriguing young lady. Tell me dear, why are you throwing your lot in with these morons? They can’t even look around a bar!”

You smirked at his comment, “I’m a hunter and we just finished a case successfully. We were a little distracted.”

Crowley frowned at the implication of the word “distracted” paired with Dean’s dangerous glance.

“You’re not with Squirrel are you?”

“Who? Dean? No, I’m single as of a few minutes ago.”

Crowley looked at you confused. “What happened a few minutes ago?”

You chuckled at him, a light chuckle that made him smile in spite of himself.

“I met you silly.” You grabbed a napkin and scribbled down a name and your number handing it to him. “We’ll be in this town tomorrow. This is my cellphone number. Call me we can do dinner. Come on boys. I’m getting awfully tired. So much fighting and flirting.” You threw Crowley a wink before you glided out of the bar giggling at the thought of a date with the King of Hell. 

Sam and Dean glared as they left while Crowley found himself even more enamored with you. He wasnt used to being the one asked out and having someone else control the situation. Usually it was the other way around. You asked him out with an equal amount of sass and a level of vulnerability and innocence. It was intoxicating. You would definitely be seeing him tomorrow.

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Walkin’ After Midnight

Summary: As his humanity grows, Crowley knows his bond with Juliet is in danger. He braces himself for the day his beloved hound no longer recognizes him, though he continues to summon her night after night. One thing is certain–human or not, he’s never had a more faithful companion. Author: @risingphoenix761 Artist: @jenniferb-art Rating: T AO3 Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Crowley, Juliet, Dean Winchesters Relationships: Crowley & Juliet Tags: None Word Count: 2k Created as part of the 2021 Crowley Resurrection Reverse Big Bang!