#supernatural hell

You know how every angel, who is still in heaven and fighting on heavens side is wearing cooler (grey/blue/black/white) business attire ?

And every angel who has started doing their own thing is wearing casual warmer/natural clothes?

Aka "human clothes", clothes the hunters would wear.

And then there is Cas.

Cas, who is wearing both. Who is wearing a common dark blue suit like any other angel would.... but its overshadowed by this casual neutral/beige coat. The coat that doesnt fit into the normally cold aesthetic of heaven; that fits so very well with the warmer and neutral aesthetic of a hunter. Like even with his clothing he is showing his rebellion. How different he is.

It's more than that tho. It's a symbol of his own understanding of the world and how its supposed to go. Humans and their well being and who they are come first. He loves them and would do anything for them, even hide and deny his heavenly side. Cause after all heaven and its inhabitants PROTECT and SERVE the humans.

He is human (enthusiast) first and angel second.

Requested from Anon: "Hey I love your writings!!!. Can't wait until SPN x FC New Dawn. I was wonder if you can write something with Crowley and the reader. Maybe throw in some torture. You can put in your OCs too if you want. Sam, Dean and Cas can be in it as well!!!!"

Well anon I hope you enjoy this one. I might make this into a mini series who knows!!! 😁😁😊😊

Characters: Reader, Crowley, Paige Winchester (OC), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Kate Winchester (OC)

Word count: 1.8k+

Warnings: Swearing, Torture.

Summary: Y/n (the reader) gets kidnapped in their sleep after a hunt, and wakes up in Hell, and meets a new allie that can help them break out.

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Finally after a long, painful and tiring hunt, you can finally go back to your motel room, and get some rest. 

You didn't even bother taking a shower, you're beyond exhausted. 

You drop your gear on the floor, take your shoes off, and drop yourself on the bed. 

You immediately fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.

When you wake up several hours later, it takes a few moments for you to realize you're no longer in your motel room. 

You're strapped to a chair in a dungeon like room, concrete walls and floors with blood stains, its fairly lit with only 2 ceiling lamps.

If that wasn't enough to set off the panic in you, the demon in the room holding a big ass knife was enough. 

You try to pull out of your restraints but fail. 

"What the fuck!?!?" you yell at the demon.

He turns to face you, and with a bright smile says "Oh great, you're finally awake".

"What the fuck are you doing?!??!. Let me go!!!" you yell again.

He sets the knife down, and approaches you

"Can't, Crowley wants you here. He's been keeping an eye on you". 

You look at him confused. 

"What!?!? Why!?!?" you exclaim. Your voice echoing off the walls.

"Well I can't say but he'll tell you when he stops by". 

He goes back to the table, and picks up the same knife from earlier. 

He turns back to you, and presses it to your cheek. 

"If you cooperate, he won't have to kill you" he says, his eyes turning black. 

You give him an angry glare. 

"Fuck you" you say softly but with pure anger.

He was about to cut your cheek, but was interrupted by a few more demons coming in with another person. 

You can't tell because they have a sack over their head, and it covers part of their chest area, but you were 100% certain they're female.

They strapped her to the chair in front of you before taking off the sack, and yes they were indeed a female. 

A redhead girl who looks like she's in her mid 20s, her eyes somewhat sunken in, and the dark circles under her eyes indicate that she clearly lacks sleep, and she clearly looks dead inside. 

She's obviously not a natural redhead, her black roots are starting to show, either that or her soul is leaking through her head. 

The angry expression on her face will haunt you in your sleep even though she's not even looking at you. 

"Ooh great, you're here" the demon says to her sarcastically. 

"Oh fuck off Jervis" she spits at him, rolling her eyes.

He then punches her in the face, making her cough and spit out blood. Her head hangs down. 

Jervis dusts off his suit, wiping the blood off his hand with a handkerchief. 

"Crowley will be here shortly" he says. 

Him along with the other demons leave the room. 

Leaving you and the redhead by yourselves. 

You look over at her, and her head, still hanging down, looking at the floor. 

"First time?" she asks, not looking up at you.

This sorta catches you off guard.

"What?!?" you question her. 

She lifts her head to look over at you. 

"First time?" she asks again.

"First time?!?" you think to yourself. 

"My first time in Hell?!? Yes" you answer.

She nods her head, and says with a smile "6th time".

"Why are you here?!" she asks, you didn't even know why you're here. Probably because you're a hunter who has killed almost every demon that has come at you.

"I-I don't know. Crowley wanted me here" you tell her. 

She scoffs, and says "Crowley, he's just a limey little douchebag" 

You break silence, and ask her "Why are you here?!". 

Before she could answer, a man walks in, you're guessing that's Crowley. 

"Hello darlings" he says, with a raspy English accent, or could it be Scottish?, or Irish?.

"Miss/Mr. Y/N. We haven't been introduced, I'm Crowley the King of Hell. I've been keeping a close eye on you. I've seen what you've done to my demons, and all the chaos you've caused."

You don't know why but his voice sends shivers down your spine.

*Somewhere on Earth* 

Sam, Dean and Castiel are doing research on a case. Everything is quiet and calm, when the bunker door bursts open, followed by Sam and Dean's younger cousin Kate screaming and her hands covered in blood.

"Sam!!! Dean!!!! Guys!!!!" she screams in panic. 

They all get up, and run towards her. 

"Kate!! Are you okay?!?!" Dean asks frantically, checking her for any wounds. 

"No, no, no. I'm-I'm fine, its-its" she stutters, looking at her bloody hands. 

"Kate, what happened?!?!" Sam asks, worried. Grabbing her shoulders 

"Som-some demons, the-they took Paige" she's able to say. 

Sam and Dean look at each other. They have her sit down, after a few minutes she calms down and explains what happened. 

"Some demons, they came into our place and they took Paige. There were too many of them, I was able to kill a few of them. But Paige told me to get out of there, and I took off. I think they work for Crowley" she says. 

They all look at each other. 

Anger builds in Dean's eyes 

"That son of a bitch" he says, angry. 

"Why did they take Paige?" Sam asks.

She shrugs, and says softly "I don't know". 

Sam turns to Castiel, and asks. 

"Cas can't you track Crowley?" 

He sighs, and says "He's most likely in Hell, and for me I have very limited access getting into Hell". 

"Damn it" Dean mutters in frustration, hitting his fist on the table.

"So what do we do?" Kate asks. 

"I don't know" Sam says.

"I'll figure something out. I'll be back" Cas says. 

He disappears from the room, leaving Sam, Dean and Kate to come up with a plan

*Back in Hell* 

"I've seen you've met our most famous human Miss Paige Winchester. Yes, related to the famous brothers Sam and Dean Winchester" Crowley says.

Paige rolls her eyes in annoyance, and lets out a huff.

"Now, now. No need to be bitter Fox" he says to her. 

She glares up at him, he steps away from her, walking towards the table with the weapons.

Holding the same knife Jervis was holding earlier. 

"So Miss Paige" he says, pointing the knife at her throat. "Where is the Colt?" 

She looks up at him, and says shrugging 

"I don't know". 

He presses it up to her throat, and asks her again. "Where is the Colt?!" he asks, even louder. 

"And I said, I don't know!!!" she answers just as loud as him. 

He moves the knife away from her throat, and grabs small pliers from the table. 

He grabs her strapped down hand and rips, twisting out one of her fingernails on one clean try. 

She screams out in pain, and then it transmuted into laughter of insanity. 

You look away from this horrific and painful sight, trying to block out her screams but only to look back at her, as soon as she starts to laugh. 

You stare at her, as if she were a lunatic in a mental asylum. 

"Really? You're laughing?" Crowley asks her, clearly getting frustrated. 

"Yes, yes" she says, still laughing, throwing her head back. 

He then rips out another one of her nails, ending with the same results. 

You look over at her hand, 2 of her nails on her right hand gone, and bloody. Her fingers start to slowly turn purple. 

He slams the pliers down on the table, and grabs a small iron brand. 

He lights it up, and asks her again. 

"Are you going to tell me where the Colt is?!?!". 

She rolls her eyes, and says once again.

"I told you before, I don't know where it is!!!!!!!" she screams, and he presses the hot brand on her chest. 

She screams then turns into a growl. 

He holds the hot iron on her flesh for what felt like forever, but it was only 20 seconds. 

When he releases it, her laughter returns and it makes her sound even more insane than before.

"Why are you laughing?!?!" you exclaim. 

You are 100% convinced this woman isn't human. Because why the fuck is she laughing at being tortured?!?!. 

Has she been tortured so much to the point where she laughs at it, and can't feel anything anymore!?!?. 

Her skin, blistering, horrific and looks like something out of a snuff film.

Crowley puts the hot iron down, clearly getting angry with Paige's responses to his torture methods. 

He stares at her with an angry glare, and she responds by staring back with a smile. Then out of nowhere he punches her in the face, hitting her on the nose, pretty sure he broke it. 

She coughs, and wheezes. Once again she starts to laugh like a psychopath, with blood dripping down both her nostrils onto her face, mouth, chest and shirt. 

Making her look even more derage. 

Crowley then turns his attention to you, 

"I'm done with her for now. So, Miss/Mr Y/n you've caused nothing but trouble for me. So tell me why are-" he gets interrupted by a knock at the door. 

He groans in annoyance, "Come in". 

A demon walks in looking terrified. 

"What is it?. I'm in the middle of something." he says

"Sir, there's someone who wants to speak with you" the demon says.

Crowley rolls his eyes, and says to you 

"I'll be back" and leaves the room. 

You and Paige are once again by yourselves. 

You don't even hesitate to ask her 

"What is wrong with you!?!??!?"

She looks at you like nothing happened

"What!?" she questions you.

"What?!. He was ripping your fucking nails out, and he burnt you!!!!." you exclaim, your eyes bugging out.

She shrugs, "So?". You look at her in disbelief.

"Okay look, you can question my insanity all you want. I'm broken inside and yes I can feel pain. But do I care? No I do fucking not" she says. 

She pulls on her restraints, and a plan comes to mind. You look over at her, and you see an idea popped in her mind. She looks over at you, 

"I didn't catch your name" she says. 

"Y/N" you answer.

"Well Y/n, either look away or watch because it's about to get nasty" she says, with the sound of guarantee in her voice.

You didn't know to look away or watch, or to look on disgust or curiosity when Paige starts to move her right arm around, twisting it, and eventually breaking it.

Your mouth drops open in shock, and also in disgust. 

"Oh my God!!!!!" you exclaim, looking at her in shock. 

She slips her arm out of her restraints, and she whips it, making the bones crack going back in place. 

She removes the restraints on her left arm and both legs. Standing up, and stretching her limbs out.

"Perks being double jointed, and having other shoulder, arm issues" she jokes. 

She removes you from your restraints, and says "Come on, we're getting out of here" 

You stand up, and ask "How do we get out of here?". Without looking at you, she says. 

Castiel is fighting to get to Dean Winchester, he has been ordered by God. Nothing will stop him but Hell is vast and desolate and he is running out of time. Then a voice calls to him, someone who knows the way, someone who knows Dean very well...

Can Castiel save Dean? Will he want to be saved?

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: blood/violence 

Cast: Dean, Cas, John. W

The angels had been fighting for days, the demons kept coming, it was relentless. Castiel was leading the charge, injured and exhausted. The surprise attack should have neutralized this, however, they had underestimated the protection the target had. Dean Winchester was a prize and Hell was unwilling to relinquish him. Failure was not an option and Cas kept pushing his people. It was a sustained barrage of blood and pain but they were close now, so close and they had to keep going. Their numbers had halved since they had entered Hell and if they didn’t get Dean soon Castiel knew they would have to withdraw.

Again, this was not an option. Castiel wasn’t the most impressive of angels, not the biggest or strongest but he was a loyal soldier and when tasked with something important he was focused, determined. He had been tasked with raising Dean Winchester’s soul from Hell and he would succeed.

The next day Urial got word of an opening in the rear flank, that was his cue. Castiel broke from his brethren and hurtled through it. The demon Alastair had Dean in the cells so Cas made his way there at light speed. Once he was past the main defences he slowed down and looked harder.

Travelling through the filth and fire he wished for a vessel, something to keep all the muck from his light but the thought was fleeting, he knew this was the only way. A vessel would only slow him down. Spiralling through the torture chambers looking for one soul was like finding a needle in a needle stack and Cas was running out of time.

Enough passed to make the angel nervous, he was alone in the bowels of the most hostile place ever created with no kin at his back. Turning the last corner in this series of dungeons, if they could be called that, Cas heard someone calling. It was faint at first, but a soul was calling his name, he almost ignored the plea, almost. It was such a strange thing that he allowed himself to be distracted but he eventually followed it to a small dark cell.

The room was like most things in hell, flexible depending on the mind it housed and this mind was human. Cas toned down his light but knew the soul wouldn’t be harmed by him no matter how bright. The human was ragged and broken. Castiel wanted the man to remain calm and allowed the human's mind to take his light and shape it into a form that he could understand. The mirage that he became was stocky, yet slim with dark hair. Castiel admired the human’s choice for a moment, it was interesting. The long coat he wore swung as he moved. The projection was detailed which was surprising considering the state of the soul.

“Who are you?” The human shuffled back, terrified.

Castiel paused letting the man adjust and reached out with his light to take the edge from his suffering. This soul wasn’t supposed to be here, he knew that and it hurt him.

“You called me, human.” Castiel said gently, “You knew my name.” "I didn't..." The human stopped, taking a long look at the angel.

“You’re that guy, the one at the diner in Jefferson City.” He paused, rising from the wall. “We drank coffee and talked about our kids…Claire, I think you said?”

Castiel moved closer to the man, “What is your name?”

“John, John Winchester.”

Castiel took a step back.

“You are Dean Winchester’s father?”

“Yes, how did you…” John baulked, “You're not that Sales guy from the radio are you?”

Cas looked at the image he was holding, “No, this is an image from your mind. I assume you liked this man or found him...non-threatening?”

John took a second and nodded, “He was a little too focused on Jesus for me but you talk to whoever you can on the road. He’d been for some conference or something…”

“It is irrelevant. My name is Castiel, I am an Angel of the Lord and I am here to remove your son Dean from this place.”

“Dean’s here?” John cursed, sorrow filling his voice. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“John, I am running out of time.”

Winchester senior looked at the angel.

“Alistar has him doesn’t he?” Pain tore at his features.

“Do you know where he would take him?”

As the thought came Cas knew, he could see the place as John did, he could see it written all over the soul before him.

“I must go.” With that, he turned to leave but John grabbed his shoulder.

“Please, please find my son and if you get him back home…take care of him…and Sammy”

All the angels knew of Samuel Winchester and he couldn’t promise the father too much. The future of the Winchester men was going to be long and hard, however, he could promise one thing.

“I will watch over Dean on earth and do my best for them both.”

“Thank you, Castiel was it?”

He nodded.

“You remind me of him.” John added, and Cas looked confused, “Novack, that was his name…the guy you’re wearing. Good guy.”

“I am sorry, you do not deserve to be here but…”

“I made my bed, angel. Go get my boy.”

On that note Castiel fled, moving like the wind through the fiery tunnels towards the rack room. Castiel shuddered, he hated torture and dread filled him at what he may find on his quest.

Spaces were strange here, nothing moved like it did in reality. The rack room was endless and finite, it made no sense but nothing here really did.

On entering Castiel was taken back, Dean Winchester was pushing steel, no they were bone pins into a soul. It was a ragged, broken mess strapped to a table. Castiel recoiled as Dean stabbed the soul with stripped parts of itself and worse he looked exalted with every thrust. This was the soul he’d been sent to save? This broken, hateful damaged thing? Unsure he called its name and the human turned. Castiel pulled on the previous image he’d taken, the father had liked it so maybe the son would as well?

“Who? What are you?” Dean growled out.

“I am Castiel an Angel of the Lord and I am here to return you to earth.”

The soul did something completely unexpected and turned back to its task. Most wanted to be saved but this one, this one felt he deserved to be here; radiated it.

It was irrelevant of course, what the soul chose because Dean Winchester must be raised, God had commanded it.

“Dean, you must come now or I will have to force you and that will be…painful.” Cas knew it was an understatement, it would feel like being torn in two. Dean had to want to be saved and Castiel didn’t have time to pander to him, but maybe he could convince him?

“Your father seems to think you deserved to be redeemed.”

“Don’t you talk about him,” Dean growled and the noise was an irritation to Castiel, almost painful.

“I spoke to him only moments ago and he asked me to raise you, certain that you shouldn’t be here. His soul felt of nothing but love and reverence for his son’s, for you…he wished for you to return to Samuel.”

“Sammy…” Dean blinked back tears, "...he doesn't like Samuel." Castiel dared to hope. Dean was showing an emotion other than self-loathing.

Castiel acted swiftly and touched the damaged man, shudders and nausea rolled through him and he questioned the wisdom of putting something this broken back on earth; it wouldn’t last long in its current condition. It could become a Demon, or worse and that wasn't acceptable.

Tears slid down the soul’s face and it crashed to its knees. The pure touch of Castiel’s light shredded away the awful cloud of pain and hate for just a moment but it was enough for the angel to get a grip on him.

Soul’s appeared as light and shadow to Cas, like a human shape but with no details. This soul projected it’s human vessel so clearly that Castiel had to squint to see through the mirage. The soul was more dark than light but the shadows looked recent, corrupted here in hell, not on earth. Cas was now positive he had the right soul, but the seal had surely been broken. Regardless, God had willed it raised and he would do as commanded.

The angel knew it couldn’t return this Winchester to earth in this condition.

“Dean, I need to undo some of what has been done.”

The man looked up with large eyes as tears fell into the murky ground.

As Castiel considered whether it could even be done it hit him like a wall of knowledge and he knew in that instant it could. Amazed, he didn't know how as it was not an angels power but he just knew that now he had the ability that he needed. “I have to repair some of your soul, we don’t have much time and so… it will hurt.” As he warned Dean he knew that

Dean nodded, and the angel moved, grasping the left shoulder with his hand. Dean screamed as Cas’s light invaded him searing an imprint into the man’s atoms. Castiel screamed as he tore parts of himself away to fix the broken soul. The angel poured through the dark spaces and filled them out with light. No-one could know what Castiel was doing, if Dean ever fulfilled his role as Michael’s sword... the human would have more power than he should and Michael may realise. Castiel felt the shudder through his whole being, he could be cast out or worse. The light would fade but from here onwards, Dean Winchester would be part of him and Castiel would feel Dean throughout his human life. They were bound. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make. Little did he know how much of the human soul he was exposing himself too and as he bound Dean back together he bound himself to this fragile soul forever.

Once he was done, Cas raised Dean from that unholy place and forced him back into his vessel. The scars from the cleansing left a physical mark on the man's arm, a symbol that echoed its eternal counterpart on Dean's soul. Even if the mark was removed from his skin, the tissue would remember, the soul would still be marked.

The body required healing and he added some walls to the humans’ psyche, protecting him from his memories and the emotions until he could manage them. Dean wouldn’t remember him. The trauma from the rising would be too much but he would always seek him now, be drawn to him. It would fade as long as Cas kept his distance and he would, he promised himself. However, he would also keep his promise to the older Winchester and watch over Dean, from now until time ended, Dean Winchester would have an angel watching over him.

Fin-

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Dean x Sister!Reader

Imagine having the ability to walk into other people’s dreams as you sleep.

Warnings: mentions of torture, hint of Angst.

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The sounds of screams filling the air surrounding you were all that you could hear. You knew getting out of bed was a bad idea. Dream walking took a lot out of you, and you hadn’t done it in so long. But the screams…they were deep and pained. It was like you could feel the pain they felt. So fighting every sensible being in your body, you climbed out of bed and followed the noises. They were coming from Dean’s room. You’d never entered his dreams before, but you’d never hear they’re beckoning call either.

You knew- the moment you opened his bedroom door you’d be entering his dream. This was something that had to be done carefully. There were rules. You couldn’t tell them it was just a dream. It wasn’t real. If they knew that, they’d be stuck there for eternity. But you entered anyways, at yours and your brothers own risk.

Turning the doorknob, a gust of hot burning wind whipped against your face as the door pushed open. This place, it was familiar. It was Hell. All of this, it was from when he sold his soul for Sammy and was down here. Screams in the distance caught your attention, you rushed quickly to find them. Ignoring the heat rising from the floor into your bare feet. That’s when you saw it: Dean, torturing souls.

A sick smile was on his face…he liked it. Seeing him like this broke you into a million pieces that you didn’t even have to break. The moment Sam’s soul was placed up there, a feeling dropped to your stomach and didn’t sit well. Dean reached for a tool of torture, raising it to Sam. A scream left your body. You were suddenly being snapped out of the nightmare. Your screams in his dream were also out loud, you woke him up.

His white body was covered in sweat, breathing was abnormal. You didn’t think twice about rushing to his aid, resting your chin on his head and holding him into your chest as your arms gave him tight hug.

“I’m here, it was a bad dream. That part of you is dead and gone…it’s okay,” you tried your best to comfort him.

“Y/n-” his voice showed his hesitation to let you help him.