#crowlstiel

Castiel travels back in time to Crowley's last day on earth as Fergus MacLeod. He can't do anything to change what must happen, but he can still be selfish. As for Fergus, he's already damned, so what does he have to lose?

I stared at him, trying to commit his face to memory. I never thought there would come a day when I would have to say goodbye to William. I wanted to remember William for the rest of my life, a life which I knew wouldn't last much longer the moment I stepped onto the unfamiliar sands of Kabul. I wanted to remember the Sunday mornings we spent together, with him lazily reading a book on the couch as I made pancakes. The easy domesticity we had, as if we were a married couple and not two young adults who had nowhere else we could call home.

I wanted to remember the exact shade of blue his expressive eyes were, and the way that he could stare at you and make you feel as if you were all that he could see in that moment. A scientist's scrutiny was what made his gaze so different, because he didn't see the whole picture of you he saw what made you, every individual part of you that nobody else noticed before. There was a very particular feeling to be the center of someone's universe, and the way he gazed at me made me feel as if I was being torn apart- atom by atom- and then shoved back together before I could finish my breath.

“Come with me,” I said suddenly, and he looked up at me, bewilderment written on his face. “Come with me to Kabul.”

IS TOO FUCKING GAY FOR TWO BROS

Summary: Entry No.2 for @therealdeanwinchester13 Writing Box challenge. The prompt given was “For God’s sake who have you killed now?”

Warnings: Gore, violence and of course excessive fluff

“For God’s sake who have you killed now?” He looks down at the poor soul with a frown, only to hear the older man laugh in the other room. “You know, THIS is why we have rules…” He receives only silence as an answer. “Is not a laughing matter Crowley… There is blood on my kitchen floor.” He waits for something to show signs of life when nothing comes then he stumps to the laundry room to grab the mop and bucket.

“He had it coming you know...” Crowley stood by the kitchen proud smile plaster on his face.

“I don’t care what his offense was, still won't help me clean the blood from the floor.” He leans under the sink to grab the floor cleaner. “you can at least removed from my kitchen or am I supposed to do that too.” He asks, his tone getting a little higher for Crowley’s liking.

“You realize is a gift, right… And is yours do as you want with it.” Crowley’s states severely rolling his eyes and walking away from sight, Castiel can hear his footsteps going up to their room. He stares at the lifeless body on the floor wishing it will disappear by mere thought. A soft whine, followed by a growl brings him back to reality, he looks at the spot that was inhabited by Crowley a moment ago, to find red eyes staring at him, a flash of teeth, followed by a growl.

“Crowley, oh don’t you dare growl at me, what am I supposed to do with it… Cook it.” He turns around looking for gloves, only to hear another growl, then the sound of it making himself comfortable on the floor. “Crowley, if he growls one more time at me he is sleeping outside...” The footsteps come to a halt while he turns and stares at the hound muttering “I mean it.” The hound stares back defiantly.

“He is taking as an insult.” Crowley’s voice sounds too far upstairs. “Hades be nice.” The command sounds more like a mockery to Castiel, the hound stares at him only to make a noise that sounds pretty much like a sigh and close his eyes.

“Listen, I like the death of my enemies as much as the next guy, and I realized that he is the one that keeps making noise at three in the morning and keeping me awake…” There’s a slight movement on the ears. “Still there was no need to bring the body inside, you could have left it on the porch...” Another sigh. “So the others would learn that no one messes with the guardian of the house.” The hound seems to come to an agreement, gets up walking towards Castiel and after rubbing himself against his legs in such a Cat like manner, he licks Castiel hand so he can pet it. “Thank you, you are such a good boy, what if I keep one of the feathers, as a trophy we can hang it by the bedroom window?” The hound seems to agree by swing his tail happily.

“Alright, let's clean this mess and get dinner started… What do you feel like?” A long lick at his hand as a response. “Great, steaks it is.”

Sastiel:100%. Sam ships it. Castiel tops this relationship, but sometimes he likes it when Sam gets so worked up that he’s thrown on the bed and held down by those big arms

Destiel: 95%. I say 95% because half of the time these two annoy me in relation to eachother. STOP. LYING. TO. EACH. OTHER. STOP. IT. They switch roles sexually so much, but uh dom!Castiel, Sub!Dean, no matter who’s on top. It’s mostly because Dean loves the way Castiel says “Now, Dean.” In that buttery voice of his.

Megstiel: No 

Gabestiel: As brothers, hell yeah man 1000% high fives, tight hugs, gossiping about boys/girls they like. Training together in heaven, Gabriel showing him how to fly. Gabriel making sure Castiel always has someone to talk to, Gabriel still showing that he’s the big brother even if he’s smaller (Thus relating to Dean in this regard)

Lustiel: No

Benstiel: 87%. The way Benny teased the fuck out of Castiel always made me think “perhaps” in the back of my head. Benny would top, being the brattiest tease in the world, and he’s also the cuddler. He holds Castiel close to him, like a big ol teddy bear. This little bean.

Charstiel: 1000% bros. She helps him hit on people, shows him her favorite games, and makes sure that he’s feeling super fly. And in return, he offers her love and support. They have a secret handshake, and sometimes they go camping just so they can spy on bears. On, and he LARPs now. 

Marystiel: 5% maybe. She likes to take her anger out on my smol baby and we’re not gonna be having my child getting yelled at. One thing they agree on is Sam and Dean’s safety, so there’s that. 

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