Requested by: HBTanner

Imagine: Crowley saving you.

It was that damn Mark of Cain. It changed Dean. It made him more bloodthirsty. He didn't want this, but it happened to him. He had to take a hit for the team, well several hits, and it was killing you. You were Dean and Sam's best friend, and seeing Dean like this killed you, but what could you do to stop it?

Nothing, unfortunately. But that doesn't mean you couldn't do everything in your power to try to protect Dean. But, even that doesn't work. Like tonight, for example, when Dean decided to take on an entire pack of werewolves by himself. Why? He was bored. But, his determination to kill doesn't make immortal, and the werewolves tore him up pretty bad.

You and Sam were sleeping when Dean came home. He opened the door, but couldn't walk further, so instead he starting screaming yours and Sam's name. You, being the lightest sleeper of them all, woke up pretty fast, and immediately ran down the stairs to find a bloody Dean with his shirt completely torn up. "Dean?" you asked.

"Help," he responded, before he started to collapse forward. You caught him, and you yelled Sam's name again. A moment later, Sam joined your side, and helped you move Dean to the couch. Once Dean was down, you saw your arms and hands, completely covered in Dean's blood, and tears threatened to fall from your eyes. How could Dean be this reckless?

"Y/N, get me the first-aid kit, now," Sam directed you, and you immediately followed his instructions, running up to the bathroom to retrieve the kit, and racing it back down to Sam. Four long hours later, Sam had patched up every wound that he could. Dean had passed out a while ago, and it was silent.

When Sam was done, he looked over at you, and saw your scared expression and watery eyes. "He's gonna make it, Y/N," he told you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "How do you know?" you asked him. "Because he always does," Sam replied with a small smile. "He isn't God, Sam. He's human, he can die, and I've never seen him this bad," you told him, and Sam's face fell. "He'll make it," he repeated, more to himself.

But, that empty promise wasn't enough for you. You needed more than that. You needed confirmation that he was going to be okay. But it was impossible to know Dean was going to be okay with the way he was right now, so you took matters into your own hands.

You ran up to your room and grabbed an empty box and filled it with various items before placing a picture of yourself in it. You snuck out of the house and went to the nearest crossroads. You buried the box, and waited for the demon to show up. It only took a moment for a man in a suit with red eyes to show up. "Y/N, what an interesting surprise," he said.

"I want you to heal Dean, completely," you stated, getting straight to the point. "Well, someone is in a rush. Who says I'm even willing to help you?" he asked. "You wouldn't be here  if you weren't going to help me," you replied, and he gave you an intrigued look. "True. Alright I'll help you, but there are some terms," he responded. "Name them," you told him.

"I can only give you one month. Healing the Winchesters is the most frowned upon thing in Hell, and it doesn't come without consequences, so only one month to say your goodbyes. After that, once the hellhounds come, you will also be put immediately on the torture rack," he explained. "Okay," you responded after taking a moment to think about what you were doing.

"One more thing, no trying to get out of the deal," he demanded. "That's actually another thing I was going to ask you. I want you to create this deal so that there is no way that I can possibly get out of it. Knowing Sam and Dean, they won't let this happen without fighting like hell to save me, and they're  usually pretty successful, I want you to destroy every possible way for me to get out of this," you responded. "Why?" he asked. "Because I know that if I get out of this deal, Dean drops dead, and all of this would have been for nothing," you answered.

"Okay, I'll write it into your contract," the demon told you, accepting your terms. "Are you ready to seal the deal?" he asked. You took a shaky breath in before nodding your head and crashing your lips onto the demons. A moment later, the demon was gone, and you went back to the Bunker.

As soon as you got inside you were faced by both Sam and a completely restored Dean. "Dean! You're awake!" you said happily. "What did you do, Y/N?" Sam asked you as Dean looked at you with sad eyes. "What do you mean?" you questioned, innocently. "You know exactly what we mean, Y/N. I was dying, I was heading towards the light, and all of a sudden, I'm completely healed," Dean responded, and your face fell.

"I did what I had to do," you told them. "How long do you have?" Sam asked in a scared voice. "That doesn't matter," you replied, not wanting to tell them. "Y/N, how long?" Sam repeated, and you looked into the eyes of both of the boys. They each had tears in their eyes that were threatening to fall.

"One month," you told them, and there was an uncomfortable silence. "No. Hell no. We are getting you out of this," Dean said, which is exactly what you had expected him to say. "You can't," you replied. "Like hell we can't," Dean stated. "Dean, when I made the deal, I made the demon make sure there was no way I could get out of it," you explained.

"Why would you do that?"  Sam asked, confused. "Because I knew you guys would try to get me out of it, and then Dean would die," you replied, making both of the boys quiet. "I only have a month left. So please, don't spend it trying to save me. Spend it being my best friends. Spend it being my family," you pleaded, to which they both agreed.

The next month passed by very quickly. Sam and Dean tried to make every moment count for you, and you honestly had never felt closer to them. And, when the day came for you to die, you were ready. But Sam and Dean weren't. They tried to fight the hellhounds, but you wouldn't let them. Instead, they had to watch as the hellhounds tore you apart, dragging your soul down to Hell. That was the last time you saw Sam or Dean.

You went on the torture rack, just as you promised the demon you would, and each day was worse than what you ever imagined Hell to be like. Being best friends with the Winchesters gave you many enemies who wanted to torture you in every way possible. You wanted to die every day, even though you knew you were dead, and you hoped every day would be the last day.

Five months later, well five months on Earth, and there was a new person who came to torture you: Crowley. Only, he didn't come to torture you, in fact he was honestly quite confused as to why you were on the torture rack in the first place. "What the hell are you doing here?" Crowley asked. "I made a deal," was all you could respond. Crowley's face fell.

He walked over to you, and undid the chains that were holding you up. You collapsed into Crowley's arms, and he swiftly picked you up. "You're safe now, Y/N. Don't worry," he told you before you fell asleep, feeling safe.

You woke up a while later and you were in your old room at the Bunker. You were confused, but you looked down at your body. All of your cuts and bruises were gone. You were back to yourself. Then suddenly, you heard yelling from downstairs, so you quickly got out of the bed, and made your way to the room where the yelling was coming from.

"Why didn't you two idiots tell me she was on the torture rack?! I could have gotten her off of it ages ago!" Crowley yelled at Sam and Dean. "We didn't know she was on the torture rack," Sam responded. "But you knew she was in Hell!" Crowley snapped back. "Yeah, but it's not like its gossip that we could just easily spread around Crowley. She died for me, I couldn't even mention her name without breaking down," Dean replied, and Crowley glared at him, about to respond when Sam saw you, and said with a smile, "Y/N."

All three men had their eyes on you as you descended the stairs. As soon as you reached the bottom stair, Dean pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. "Don't ever die again," he told you, letting go, and you replied, "I'll try not to." Dean gave you a small smile, and you were soon in Sam's arms. "We missed you," he told you, and you replied, " I missed you guys too." When Sam let go you asked them if you could have a moment alone with Crowley, and they reluctantly gave it to you.

"Glad to see you're feeling better, darling," Crowley said with a cheeky smile. You gave him a small smile back, and asked, "Why did you save me?" "Do I have to have a reason?" he questioned. "I'm just a little confused is all," you responded. "What if I told you I had a soft spot for you," he replied, inching closer to you.

"Then again, I would ask, why?" you told him. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "You should get some rest love. You will be seeing me again very shortly." He then kissed your cheek and with a snap of his fingers, he was gone, leaving you to contemplate what just happened.

In the weeks that followed you and Crowley spent time together every day, sometimes talking, sometimes watching movies, sometimes going out. After two months of this, you asked Crowley again, "Why did you save me?" This time, he responded more honestly, "I'm in love with you. Always have been," he replied.

Hello my little monsters,

Okay, so the ending wasn't that great, but I hoped you liked it anyways :). Thanks for reading and thanks for all of your comments and votes. I love you all and all of you are amazing!

Always Keep Fighting!

~Caela~