Well Endowed by grey2510, ThayerKerbasy
Summary: I, Crowley, known in life as Fergus Roderick MacLeod, being of sound mind, body, and demonized soul, declare that this is my last will and testament. I hereby revoke, annul, and cancel all wills and codicils previously made by me, either jointly or severally. I declare that I am of legal age, and have been since before my lawyer's grandfather was conceived. This last will expresses my wishes without undue influence or duress, even — or, indeed, particularly — when said wishes are contrary to those of anyone who ever wanted anything from me. I hereby nominate, constitute, and appoint the demon Timothy Hubbard as Executor. If this Executor is unable or unwilling to serve, then I appoint the demon Harold Newman as alternate Executor. My Executor is empowered to settle any and all debts on my behalf, excluding soul contracts. I hereby bequeath...
AKA the one where Crowley still dies at the end of S12, but leaves everything to Dean. Including his tailor, the moon, and oh, his hellhound, Juliet. Told from both Dean and Juliet’s POVs (this is where the crack elements come in), it’s a hilarious and surprisingly emotional story about healing, building a family, and learning to find help in the most unexpected places.
The relationship between Dean and Cas is not the primary focus of this story, but it’s definitely there, and it’s a solid, angst-free foundation upon which the rest of the story sits. Adding someone new to the mix of characters coming and going from the Bunker is always interesting, and it’s no different just because this character happens to a demonic dog. One who not only reminds Dean of Crowley and all their tangled history (yes, past Dean/Crowley is acknowledged) but also of his own trauma. The more delicate subject matter is given some treatment in the main story, but I recommend reading the additional chapter posted as a separate work for more exploration of that facet of Dean and Juliet’s developing bond. There are also a number of delightful timestamps that follow the main fic, and if you’re anything like me, you’ll click over to them immediately, not quite being ready to let go of this strange, imaginative, absolutely charming ‘verse.