Crowley-Club

    “Balls!” Bobby took his hat off his head, wiping back his sweaty hair before replacing it, reaching for his gun as he heard a crash from downstairs.    He crept down the steps slowly, running through his last salt-line check. He didn’t think he had missed any, but then again, last he remembered he was also in the living room.    He stepped as quietly as he could across his floor, praying his aging house didn’t give away his location.    Just as he was nearing the kitchen, the doors swung open, startling him.    The sound of the gun going off momentarily stunned him before his eyes were met with black, fuck.

“Where’s your brother?” “He’s out on a food run,” Dean got up from the table and threw his empty beer in the trash. Crowley looked around the room and took a few steps closer to the hunter, “You know why I’m here?” “Yeah, I know why,” Dean walked forward, meeting the demon halfway, no more than a few inches away from him. “Good,” he smiled, “then you’ll give me what I want?” The blonde grabbed the front of his suit and swung him around into the wall, slamming him hard into it before getting close enough to smell the whisky on his breath. The d

:bulletred: Paint it Red :bulletred: It had been one helluva century, or so Sasha had come to believe. Currently the demoness sat, crossed-legged and beautiful upon a bar-stool. From the way she draped atop it, one might have thought she was a Queen holding court, and they might’ve been right. Even perched on the faux brown leather bar-stool, she was a force to reckoned with. With luxurious flame red curls, ancient wit, and the beauty of eternal youth.   She looked to be in her mid-twenties, but her eyes told a different story. They were ancient; keen and unrelenting. She had paid her dues and lived a life that most would be unable to

In Good Hands Halena grunted as her fist connected with her opponents cheek, snapping his head back with a loud crack, before she followed through with a sweeping kick that had the hulking man sprawled across the floor. He moved to get back up, but the female demon was crouched atop him before he ever had the chance, effectively pinning him down. “Hey, hey! Hold still! I enjoy a throw down as much as the next demon, but enough is enough. Why did you and your buddies attack me? Who sent you?” Halena snapped as she held her attacker down. The man glared daggers at the female demon, his eyes shifting to solid black as he growled.

:bulletblue: Castiel x Reader: Hark the Herald :bulletblue: It was several days before Christmas and (F/n) was aglow with the spirit of it all. From her flushed, rosy cheeks, to her giant grin as she bustled about her kitchen in preparation for the beloved holiday. Her mood was beyond the clouds, as she looked up and saw snow falling outside her kitchen window. It had been snowing on and off for the better part of the month, and the woman couldn’t have been happier with the Winter Wonderland that nature had given her. True, she hadn’t been able to go and make snow angels yet, due to just getting over a cold of epic proportions,

You were looking down at the small infant in the crib. He resembled you in so many ways that you were unable to count them. He could have been a miniature you. He was your baby boy and yours alone. Placing a hand in the crib touching that sleeping little bundle of joy, you couldn't help but to look out the window at the world outside. You missed travelling, but you couldn't leave him alone for a single moment. It wasn't as if you hadn't seen the world already. When you were still a little older than a fledgling you would travel all over the world experiencing the wonders of humanity. And you had cherished every part of it. A small yawn from