All the Mooseley feels

Co-ruling Hell is less intimidating for Sam than what he and Crowley might do on their wedding night.

618 words, Rated M, Humor, Fluff, Wedding Night, Nervous Sam, King of Hell Crowley, Kissed, Undressing Each Other, Sam Fucking Winchester Hits the Books

Sam and Crowley have been dating, much to Dean’s dismay. When they decide to go to a couple’s retreat in the middle of the woods, Dean and Cas pose as a couple to keep an eye on them.

Chapter fic co-written by me and @beingcouy, T-rated, Fluffy/Funny Destiel and Mooseley with a major Dean focus, Mooseley is established…Destiel’s, uh, still working on that. Other applicable tags: Angst, Pining Dean, Flustered Dean, Dean and Food, Fake Boyfriends, Friends to Lovers. Full art post is here. New chapters posted on Tuesdays.

Sam and his tiny puppy encounter Crowley and his big scary dog at the dog park. First impressions can be deceiving.

1648 words, Rated G, Mooseley, Fluff, No-Supernatural AU, Dog Park, Juliet the Pitbull, Flirty Crowley.

Sam sits outside the bar, staring at the front door, thinking about Crowley’s ‘finder’s fee’. He doesn’t know when he’s planning on collecting, but he’s hoping he has time to get his strength up first.

There’s only three cars in the parking lot – including the Ford he stole – and one of them is the Impala. From here, she doesn’t look like she’s been taken care of, which just solidified that his brother is gone. His car was his one and only baby.

Patting his side, he makes sure he has the demon knife, and his gun tucked safe into the back of his pants. He won’t kill his brother, but he’ll hurt him if he has to. Dean has a major advantage on him, and Sam’s injured shoulder is only part of it. He just hopes he can get him in the cuffs before he gets too much hits on Sam.

* * *

After getting Dean into the backseat of the Impala, pissed off and cuffed, he shuts the door carefully so he doesn’t hit Dean’s elbow. His whole body hurts. He’s bruised in places he didn’t think he could be bruised. He wants a hot shower, maybe even a bath, but he can’t do that until this is over and Dean is cured.

Crowley appears as he walks around the front of the car.

“Hello, Moose.”

“Crowley.”

“I’m here to collect.”

Sam’s heart sinks, his stomach warming with discomfort. “Now?” he whispers, panicked. “Can’t I at least–”

“Sorry, darling,” Crowley says unapologetically. “I collect at my convenience.” He flicks his wrist and Sam’s pinned face first against the hood of the Impala. He hisses when the movement jars his injured shoulder, then makes the mistake of looking ahead. He locks eyes with his big brother’s cold eyes and he regrets making this deal to begin with now. He was hoping Crowley wouldn’t collect until they could be somewhere alone. Dean doesn’t need to see this. He doesn’t want Dean to see this.

“Crowley,” he tries, desperate, “Not here.”

“You mean not in front of your big brother, right?” Crowley laughs. “What better place to do it? After all, he had sex with a server in my bed.” He uses his powers to hold Sam still as he works on undoing the button and zipper of the younger Winchester’s jeans. “Getting my jollies off inside his little brother on top of his car is the perfect retribution. Now behave.”