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awed-frog hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet “Me: I have done it, I am finally over Crowley - Me: *sees one Crowley...”
Did Dean Winchester write this post
I don’t know what you mean -Â
Yeah, okay, you got me this time, now excuse me, gotta grab a burger, a pie and my angel and try and reach the Empty to get that annoying demon back, see you later
I have never written an OT3 fic before, but there’s a first time for everything, right? Enjoy!
Crowley had got it into his head to give Dean Winchester a proper Christmas for once, and he was certain he would succeed. He always did.
Plus, now that he had abdicated, there was more than enough time on his hands.
And, really, there was every chance that being forced to spend time near him would annoy Dean, and wasn’t that the most pleasant part of being acquainted with the Winchesters?
At least that was what he would say if anyone pressed him for his ulterior motives in seeing Dean’s face (hopefully) light up with joy on Christmas Day.
But, as with all good plans, something had to ruin it.
Or rather someone.
“Crowley, why are you here?”
He rolled his eyes at the question and turned to the angel.
“What do you mean?”
“A Christmas market is hardly the place where I would have expected you – “
“First of all, Vienna is beautiful this time of the year –“
“I thought you would be disgusted at the snow –“
“And second of all, where do you get a really good glass of Punsch anyway these days?”
Cas raised an eyebrow, and suddenly Crowley understood. “That’s why you’re here too, isn’t it, Cassie.”
He shuffled his feet. “Sam and Dean deserve a nice Christmas.”
Well. He hadn’t thought much about Moose when he’d made his decision admittedly, but no one needed to know that.
“Fine. So why don’t you just grab your drink and flatter off –“
“Crowley, are you here for the same reason?”
Of course he’d figured it out. The feathered dicks didn’t allow anyone to become the garrison leader.
“Yes” he admitted.
Cas frowned. “It seems rather strange to me that you would want to –“
“Look, I don’t have time for this. I have a feast to arrange. You can either come with me or you can –“
Cas was already falling in step next to him.
Crowley couldn’t say why he had even offered him the chance to accompany him.
Crowley, no, we won’t go to Karaoke –“
“Dean likes it.”
“He liked it when he was a demon. And you didn’t, if I recall correctly.”
“Yes, well, isn’t that what Christmas is all about? To put someone else’s needs before one’s own?”
Castiel frowned. “I don’t think Dean needs karaoke.”
“It’s just an – forget it.”
He was starting to think this wouldn’t be as easy as he’d thought, mostly because of the angel at his heels.
“I fail to see why you are doing this in the first place” he said eventually.
They were busy looking at Christmas decorations. Â
“How about an angel on top of the tree?” he gleefully suggested. Castiel frowned.
“Against popular conceptions, we are not –“
“I know, Feathers, I know. A star, then.”
He really wished the Winchesters – Castiel included – wouldn’t be able to get under his skin so easily. Why else would he have dropped the matter? But for some reason, annoying the angel until he got angry and left was not something Crowley wanted to do.
He sighed.
Everything had been easier before Sam had tried to turn him into one of those meat sacks with feelings.
 A few hours later, he was ready to strangle Cas. Or let his frustration out on him in a completely different way (hey, the angel had picked a rather good-looking vessel).
“No mistletoe.”
He had long picked up on the tension that existed between Cas and Dean, and if there was something he didn’t need this Christmas, it was the two of them finally hooking up and leaving him to deal with the most annoying Winchester sibling.
“But it’s a tradition that generated in –“
“I don’t care where it comes from, no. Mistletoe.”
And it is then that Castiel shocked him, for he simply said, “I have been thinking for a while now that you would have nothing against catching Dean under it.”
Crowley really really hoped that he wasn’t blushing, but again, that damn human blood treatment Sam had subjected him to had caused many problems he was still battling on a daily basis. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Cas shrugged. “I believe the phrase humans would use in this context is “takes one to know one””.
Alright, put that on the list of “things he had never expected to hear” as well. “Wait and you’re just... okay with the status quo?”
“I hardly see how it could change, considering it is Dean’s choice” Cas said drily.
Yes, but there was one important thing Cas had failed to take into consideration.
Mainly that Dean wouldn’t hesitate when it came to his angel hitting on him (not that Crowley would have had many objections – as stated before, Cas’ vessel was a sight to behold) while Crowley would undoubtedly be rejected, no matter how much he tried. Dean had made it clear again and again that they weren’t even friends, despite all the howling at the moon they had done, and Crowley would just have to live with it until he got rid of these pesky feelings.
He didn’t answer. There was no point.
They still continued to shop for the holidays, however.
Eventually, Cassie began, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“I’m not. If I am uncomfortable about anything, it’s about this whole situation. Demons aren’t meant to have feelings for anybody.”
“Dean told me he met two demons once who he believed were truly in love with one another.”
“Demons will do a lot when they’re bored. Might have just pretended for fun.”
“I just think it is futile that you try and rationalize everything by blaming the ritual Sam attempted” Cas said evenly. “You were focusing on Dean long before that.”
“Anyone ever tell you you’re way too blunt, Feathers?”
“Oh yes, Dean lets me know on a regular basis.”
He clearly still hadn’t taught him anything about sarcasm, Crowley thought.
“I have found that usually when it comes to feelings –“
“Oh God, will you shut up already? This is not a sleepover, we’re not having a pillow fight and talking about feelings.”
Cas just shrugged again.
Damn angel had learned much too well from the Winchesters.
Specifically Dean.
And here he was thinking about Dean again, when really, planning the Christmas festivities had supposed to be his strategy to not think of him –
Why had he believed again that that would work?
“Crowley –“
“Let’s just get this over with” he muttered, because it was far easier to live with the truth than to allow himself to pretend that a single member of Team Free Will cared about him for just a second.
On Christmas Morning, the Winchesters woke up to Winter Wonderland in the bunker. Crowley had expected Cas to power down the warding, but instead he’d found eh could just enter the Men of Letter’s old home, no questions asked.
Almost as if the boys wanted him to be able to drop by.
Cas was already busy decorating when he showed up, although the angel certainly had little sense for interior design.
“Not there – the lights just look tacky – why are we even doing this?”
With a snap of his fingers, everything was ready; and soon enough Sam and Dean came stumbling out of their rooms, Crowley’s eyes going towards the older Winchester, of course, as always.
He sighed.
Time to go.
“Cas? Crowley?” Dean looked around. “You do all that?”
“No, it was Santa’s little fairy helpers... Of course we did it, who do you think –“
“Yeah, yeah Crowley” Dean interrupted him. “Whatever. I’ll take a shower, and then I’ll cook. Turkey, everyone?”
It took him a few moments to realize that Dean was including him in the question too, and he nodded.
As the Winchester went to get dressed, Cas quietly told him, “Emotions can be rewarding, too.”
Not in his experience.
And yet...
There was something in Dean treating him as part of the family, as if he had had every reason to beam over on Christmas morning; and even Sam seemed to be resigned to his presence, only grumbling now and then about “boundaries” and “I really don’t need to see that” which didn’t make much sense, but then he was used to such from Moose especially.
It was Dean too who decided that they’d watch Christmas movies after dinner, with him sitting between Cas and Crowley on the couch and Sam taking the chair next to them, now and then throwing them suspicious glances.
Crowley only learned why when the younger Winchester eventually retreated to his room, calling out, “I better not hear anything, jerk!”
“Then put on headphones, bitch!” Dean answered, looking rather cheerful. “Cas, did you get the mistletoe?”
Oh God, he was going to have to watch them make out after all. Before he could escape, however, Cas had handed Dean a branch of the green stuff and he’d responded by –
Dragging Crowley into a passionate kiss.
He really hadn’t expected this, but he had never been one to deny himself a pleasure, and he gave as good as he got.
Crowley would admit he was a little confused when Dean pulled back to give Cas’ tonsils the same treatment, however.
But not for long.
Dean pulled back and stated, “Yes, this will work out fine.”
Crowley caught Cas’ eyes and was surprised at the heat in them.
Me, writing my first OT3 fic: hope you are all happy here on tumblr look at YOU look what YOU HAVE DONE i hate y’all wait how do i get them together again
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My very first multi-chapter Destiel fic: “What do you want, Crowley?” he demanded without turning around.The demon smiled as he slid into the chair next to him, ordering a glass of Craig.“Just wanted to make sure you are working hard” he answered smoothly. “And not looking after the angel boy with the blue eyes. I’ve got to hand it to you, mate: You have got good taste.”Dean almost groaned, but decided against it. Crowley would only take it as a victory.
“Oh, yes, Dean is very maternal.” Crowley cracked a wide grin as he watched his boyfriend cradling a baby girl in his arms. He was far enough away that he knew Dean wouldn’t hear him tease.
Charlie snickered softly as she turned from Crowley’s gaze to watch her beautiful wife, Gilda, talking to Dean about their new daughter. “You guys ever think about having a kid?”
At this Crowley paused for a moment. “It has been brought up in passing discussion.”
“And?”
“And-“
“Crowley!” Cas’ voice shouted from somewhere inside their home. “Juliet just slobbered all over my cheeseburgers!”
Crowley couldn’t help but smile as he winked at Charlie. “Honey, we barely manage with a dog… much less a human child.”
“It’s different, Crowls. A baby is… I don’t really know how to word it but having a baby is awesome. Gilda is such a great mom and I can’t wait to take my little girl LARPing and see who she becomes when she gets older.” Charlie sighed with traces of a smile. “You guys would make great fathers.”
Crowley brought his eyes back toward the living room couch where Dean was now singing some classic rock song to the newborn. His eyes misted over at the vision of that being their child. Dean would be a fantastic dad, a loyal dad that would fight to the death for their child. And Cas… speak of the devil.
Cas came charging into the dining room with a glare set across his forehead. The moment blue eyes fell on Crowley he shrank back just a bit. “You!” Castiel stomped over to Crowley with a set jaw. “She ate my library card! Ate it, Crowley!”
It took all of his effort not to laugh as his boyfriend figuratively blew steam out of his ears. “Calm down, love. We can always replace it.”
Castiel let out a huff before crossing his arms over his chest and softening his eyes when he saw Charlie sitting at the table simply watching the argument. “Hello, Charlie. I didn’t see you there.”
Charlie shook her head with a playful smirk as she stood and pulled him into a tight hug. “I’m only your BFF, Cas. But it’s nice to see you, too. We came over to show off our little baby girl.”
“The baby!” Cas’ face lit up as he pulled away from Charlie and searched frantically for the baby. When his eyes settled on the scene in the living room, he was already in motion toward the couch.
Crowley sat at the dining room table and felt his heart skip beats as he watched both his boyfriends fussing over the small baby. Cas took the baby into his own arms and started to rock it gently. Crowley knew the kind of father Castiel would be. He would be the stern father that pushes his child to do well in school but will also be the one bringing home pets and toys for the child.
“You know…” Charlie smiled sappily when she saw the glint in Crowley’s eyes. “Babies really aren’t half bad.”
“Babies.” Crowley whispered under his breath.
SEVEN YEARS LATER
“Daddy!” Grace’s voice boomed through the house at a shrieking volume. “Mark took my puppy!”
Crowley rolled his eyes as he stood from his desk, leaving behind all the contracts he had been pouring hours into for his work, and made his way down the stairs of their home to find both his children playing tug-of-war with the stuffed dog Cas had bought for Grace when she was born.
“Mark-“
“She won’t ever let me play with it!” Mark screamed with a reddening pout. “I want to play with the puppy, too!”
“Did you ask your sister?” Crowley dealt with negotiations all day over the phone and so he was always the best to deal with the scuffles between their children.
Mark’s eyes fell just as his anger did. “….no.”
Grace grinned as she tugged one last time and tour the puppy from her brother’s hands. She cuddled it close to her chest. “If you say please we can play vet and you can use Daddy’s heart-hearing-thing.”
Mark’s eyes widened with excitement. “Please?!”
“Ok. Let’s go!” Grace took her younger brother’s hand in hers before dragging him off out of sight.
Crowley let go of a breath he had been holding and slouched back against the doorframe. The sounds of his children’s laughter rang in his ears causing a smile to light up his eyes. All those years ago when he had brought the adoption papers home to his boyfriends, he never imagined that he could be so happy. Now, it was as if life couldn’t have been more perfect.
Just as he was about to turn to head back upstairs to his office, the front door creaked open and Dean stepped in. Snow dusted over his hair and shoulders as he kicked off his boots. Green eyes rose and met his boyfriend’s with a fondness that still took Crowley’s breath away even after eleven years.
“Hey, babe. The kids haven’t been too bad, have they?” Dean shucked off his jacket before waltzing over and pulling Crowley into a firm hug.
“Not at all, darling.” Crowley pressed a kiss to Dean’s head and closed his eyes with a smile. “They are just rambunctious.”
Dean chuckled lightly. “I hear ya. Yesterday they had paint all through Cas’ hair. I got a couple pictures if you want to see them.”
Crowley smirked as he pulled out of his boyfriend’s arms and lightly placed a kiss on his lips. “I am dying to see it.”
The younger man grinned with a wink before turning away from Crowley and stalking towards where the laughter could be heard. Crowley stayed still and listened as Dean’s voice boomed and two little voices yelled in excitement. If he didn’t know any better, Crowley might have thought tears were pooling in the corners of his eyes.
That thought was disrupted when he heard his ringtone playing from his pocket. He quickly retrieved it only to see Cas’ smiling face lit up on his screen. It was the picture from when Cas had gone as a bumblebee for Halloween two years ago (Grace and Mark had also been bumble bees while Crowley and Dean were the bee keepers).
Crowley swiped right and held the phone up to his cheek. “What’s up, buttercup?”
“I just got asked to do another couple hours. There was an automobile accident and one of the other doctors had called in sick today. Can I stay? Or do you need-“
“As long as you aren’t too tired you can stay.” Crowley glanced at the clock to see it was just after six. “You’ve been working too many doubles, love, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
Even through the phone Crowley could feel Cas’ eye roll. “I will be fine. Is Dean home from the garage?”
“He is. I think he is playing vet with the kids. Should I keep dinner warm for you?”
“Depends. What is dinner?” Cas chuckled lightly.
“Shepard’s pie. Grace requested it.” Crowley heard another fit of laughter from somewhere in the house.
“Sounds divine.” Cas let out a weary sigh. “Okay. I’ll stay another hour and then I will be home. I miss you guys.”
“We miss you, too, love. Be safe.”
“Always. Love you.”
“Love you, too.” Crowley waited until he heard the line go dead before he pocketed his phone.
With a growing smile he made his way back up into his office. A contentness fell on his heart as he allowed himself to fall into the domestic warmth he had carved for himself in this suburban home with the four people he loved most in this world.
