#devilishroyalty

Olivia swore, her heart hammering as the candle tipped over, drowning the flame in wax. Shit, shit, shit! The most delicate part of the sealing spell, and...

To her horror, the candle upset the bowl of holy water, which splashed across the parchment spell she’d been using, the ink blurring and running. She tried to salvage what she could, her hands shaking. The candle was bad enough, but it had tipped off a Rube Goldberg device of disruption that could spell disaster. She’d meant to be sealing a thinning of the veil between the old abandoned house and Hell. Now...

Now she felt the carefully constructed barriers of magic collapse. She felt the power snap around her like a popping soap bubble. She’d been careless. She knew she ought to have put salt across the doors and windows, but she’d been overconfident. Too secure in her own wards to rely on the more mundane methods. 

Scrambling for her supplies, she grabbed the container of salt, meaning to at the very least get herself safe in a circle. Because with what she’d been attempting, and what she’d just messed up, she may as well have flung the door open and rung a dinner bell for anything nasty that cared to listen. And she wasn’t naive enough to think there wasn’t anything who noticed what she’d just done. 

Sam was alone in the motel room. Finishing off his mac and cheese. Dean and his Dad should of been back from a hunt by now. There was numerous lore books on the coffee table. The youngest Winchester wanted to  be knowledgeable when he was finally allowed to tag a long. Little did he know it would be something he didn’t want to do. 

The door creaked open. Sam looked up from his textbook. He was doing his homework he probably wouldn’t even be there to turn in. He was bored, and needed something to stimulate his mind. “Dean?” Sam called out, he paused waiting for a reply. “Dad? Are you guys back?” Sam asked, still no one responded. He noticed a figure in black standing in the motel kitchen. He grabbed the pistol he hid under the pillow of the couch. Pointing it at the man or monster. “If you come any closer, I’ll shoot.”

“All the Princes’ are dead. Hell is empty.” except for the demons that remained. Sam was pretty sure Lucifer would not return to Hell. The archangel preferred to be topside.  Crowley could go back if he wanted. As long as Lucifer was still out there he wouldn’t. 

❝ CROWLEY-- Where the hell were you!?  So, what, we can’t get rid of you when we don’t want you, but as soon as I actually need help, what-- it’s just radio silence!? I called you. I tried summoning. Nothing. People-- people died.  We-- I needed you. ❞

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CHARACTER IN GENERAL: MOTHER FUCKING CROWLEY!!!!! HOW THEY PLAY THEM: how they “play” crowley?! um, excuse me, they ARE crowley. every. single. damn. word. i read in their posts is straight from the mouth of crowley/mark. beautiful portrayal. just beautiful. not to mention i absolutely love the bromance he and sam have developed. we have been able to build on whatever was established in canon and expand it in our own wonderful way and i am, quite frankly, obsessed. THE MUN: AMAZING DARLING SWEET BABY ANGEL. i just adore her. she’s become such a good friend and writing partner and i’m just lsjdflkjsdlfkjds me and sam (and lucifer) are huge fans alright. endless amounts of love <333333333333333

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RP WITH THEM?? fuck yeah i do WANT TO RP WITH THEM?? i think our 80593489438 threads speak for themselves 

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