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Prompt: Reader is abused by her boyfriend until Crowley steps in.

Warnings: Swearing, abuse, trigger warning

Author: Jen

You had been alone most of your life. Your parents had been hunters, though they were killed by a werewolf when you were fifteen.

You had ran from the police to avoid being stuck in some crappy foster home.

You didn’t hunt, though you knew you should have. Instead you continued to go through high school in hopes of having a normal life. More than anything you wanted to fall in love and settle down.

Then the harsh truth hit you.

People didn’t really like you, they considered you the ‘parentless freak’. Nobody talked to you or even tried to hit on you, even though you were rather pretty.

You lived a terrible and lonely life. Just as you always had when your parents were alive.

You spent a long time researching devil worship and summoning rituals until you came across the Winchesters.

You had a brief run-in with them only once, when they were helping the town you were staying in with a demon problem. That was when you had originally discovered the ritual.

You spent about a year preparing, begging whatever god was out there that it would work.

You were so lonely, so desperate that you couldn’t see how dumb you were being. How pathetic it was to even consider making a deal with some shady crossroad demon.

But you didn’t notice nor care.

You were going to sell your soul for a friend.

~ < ~ > ~

“Hello, love,” a voice called as a hand tapped your shoulder. “You called me?”

You turned around, raising your eyebrows as you saw a black-haired man staring down at you. “Are you the demon that can give me what I want?” You questioned, puffing out your chest a little.

“No, (y/n), I’m the King of demons who’s going to tell you not to sell your soul,” the man replied with a smirk. “I know what you want, and trust me, it’s not worth it. You’re much better off living your life, love.”

A tear involuntarily slid down your cheek as you thought of what you wanted. You just needed a friend, someone you could really count on. “I don’t agree. Just let me make the deal, okay? What do you even get out of helping me?”

The man only put a hand on your face before taking a step towards you. “How about you just...try being friends with me? You may like demons more than humans, you know.”

You thought for a moment, “you know what? I’ve got nothing better to do. Let’s go have some fun.”

~ < ~ > ~

You sat on your black leather couch, the T.V. playing some show on mute.

Your boyfriend, Ian, didn’t have that much money, and he blamed it on you. He considered you a drain on his wallet, and blamed you for most of his problems.

You had previously offered to find a job to help out, but he had told you that you weren’t allowed to leave the house.

If it weren’t for Crowley, you wouldn’t have left the house in two years.

You hadn’t told him about what Ian was doing to you, instead you just avoided his questions altogether. Crowley had been your best friend for a few years, as you had bonded over how much you hated Lucifer and wanted to hunt him down.

Your boyfriend slammed the door as he entered, making you wince. You clutched the blanket in your lap to your chest, further curling your knees into yourself.

“(Y/n)! Where are you!” A drunken voice slurred as loud footsteps stumbled through the house.

“Living room,” you replied shyly, closing your eyes and resting your head on your shoulder, preparing for any injury.

Ian stood in the doorway, glaring down at your fragile, scared body. “Why the fuck aren’t you standing at the door, welcoming me in you bitch?” He growled and stalked closer to you so that he was standing directly in front of you.

“I’m sorry, I was tired,” you whimpered in response, giving your usual excuse for when he complained about this.

“That’s just not good enough for me.” Ian slapped you and pulled you to your feet, the blanket on your lap falling to the ground in a large heap.

It never is, you thought to yourself as you were shoved against a wall.

This happened most nights, so like usual, you just kept quiet. You didn’t want to give the horrible man the pleasure of hearing your screams.

You knew you should have told someone and ran as far away from him as you could, but you were just too afraid too.

“Too afraid to talk, bitch? Where’s that annoying, excuse-making voice of yours now that you’re powerless?” Ian sneered, kneeing you in the ribs multiple times.

You knew you heard at least one crack and snap, but you didn’t even blink at the intense pain. You had gotten used to it.

“Whore,” Ian muttered as he mashed your face to a small pulp. That he did every few weeks, just so he could remind you of how terrible you looked all the time.

Now that was hard to hide from your best friend, but still, you managed.

“Excuse me, lad,” a british accent called out lightly. “I believe you’re hurting the love of my life.”

Ian turned around, his grip on your neck loosening. “Who the fuck are you?” He slurred as he released you. You fell to the ground and managed to struggle to your feet despite the pain.

“Name’s Crowley.” Ian fell to the ground with a snap of the neck as Crowley spoke and ran to you.

He touched your body and all of the pain went away. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his warm body. “You’re okay now, (y/n),” he said as he stroked your (h/c) hair.

You nodded, happy in the embrace of the man you had come to accidentally love. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” you whimpered.