No dogs in the bunker! (Crowley x reader)

Y/n looked up from her bed in the bunker. There was a scratching sound coming her door.
“That’s not right,” She muttered. There were no animals in the bunker. Sam knocked and Dean didn’t even do that. Her heart rate sped up “That’s not right at all,”
Y/n slip out of bed and grabbed the knife on her bed stand. Her feet made little sound as she tiptoed to the door. She tightened her grip on the knife, mentally bracing herself for a fight. She took a deep breath and cracked the door open.

To her relief it wasn’t a monster. That was the last thing she wanted on one of her days off. Oh no, it was something much, much nicer than a monster. It was something expressly forbidden in the bunker. It was dog!!!! A German shepherd to be exact.

Y/n squealed with excitement. She always loved dogs. ‘Sam must have snuck it in somehow,’ She thought, as she tossed the knife on the bed. He had been talking about hiding a dog in his room for mouths now. He had it all planned out. The perfect crime, Dean would never know. ‘I can’t believe he actually did it,’

“Oh my god!” She beamed. Y/n dropped to her knees in front of the dog. “YES!” She shouted. “THIS IS THE BEST THING THAT’S EVER HAPPENED!” She laughed as she started petting the dog.

“Is everything ok there, Y/n?” Dean shouted from down the hall.

Y/n gasped and ushered the dog into her room. “Yeah, everything’s fine Dean. Just… um girl things. It’s great! Everything’s fine!” She quickly snapped the door shut.

“Oh… ok,”

‘It’s a good thing that it was Dean,’ Y/n thought. ‘Sam would have saw right through that.’

“What are you doing here?” She asked the pup, sinking down to his level again. “This is like the most un-dog-friendly place on earth,”

The German shepherd wagged his tail and wined. Y/n smiled and scratched his ears. The dog squirmed a bit and started licking her face. She giggled and embraced his wet kisses.

Y/n sighed. “Well I suppose that Sam wouldn’t mind if you stayed with me for day,” She grinned. The dog’s ears perked up.

“Well,” The girl said as she stood up. “I was just about to watch a movie. Do you want to join?” Y/n wasn’t excepting an answer (honestly the dog did not have a choice.) But as if on queue her furry friend jumped up onto the bed and wagged his tail ecstatically.

“WOAH! Watch it!” Y/n said as she dove for the knife lying on the bed. “You could hurt yourself!” She set it down on her dresser as she went and got her laptop. She plopped down on the bed and survived the dog thoughtfully. “What’s your name?” She asked. Her delicate fingers wound themselves in his fur. “You don’t have a collar. Has Sam not gotten you one yet? That’s not like him. Lazy bones,” She thought for a second letting her fingers glide through his scruff. “Well, I’ll just have to give you one then! Um… let’s see… what about-” Y/n drifted off into thought again. “What about Scruffy?”

Scruffy gave her a hurt look and yipped at her.

“Hey quiet down. It’s not my fault you’re looking a little worse for wear. When’s the last time Sam bathed you? Christ! That’s it I’m suing for custody,”

Scruffy wined.

“I’m sorry Scruffy, but now it’s stuck. There’s no getting ride of it. To be fair there are a lot of worse things that I could call you,”

Scruffy huffed and lay down next to Y/n. The girl opened her laptop and put on the movie she had been looking forward to for weeks. She lay down next to the dog and snuggled in next to him. Y/n lay her head on his stomach and soon her eyes began to flutter shut. The dog’s soft breathing and silky fur slowly lulled her to sleep. Scruffy looked at her and tenderly licked her cheek.

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“Y/n! Y/n!”  Sam and Dean’s voices echoed from the hallway

The girl woke with a start and looked around. The movie’s credits where playing on the screen. ‘God did I sleep through the whole thing?’ She thought.

“What?” She shouted back, her voice was hoarse. Y/n was still very groggy.  Scruffy cocked his head at the door but observed Y/n out of the corner of his eye.

The heavy stomping of feet sounded in the hall. Her door handle rattled and Dean and Sam burst through the door looking frantic. Both had weapons in their hands and stress in their eyes.

“What do you guys want? I was taking a nap,” Y/n croaked. “How would you feel if I woke you up?”

“Y/n…” Sam said eerily calm. Dean slowly raised this gun. “Where did you find that dog?” Y/n snapped awake as soon as she heard his tone. That was not a ‘everything is ok’ tone.

“What are you talking about? It’s yours, isn’t it? What’s going on guys?”

“Right. Mine, totally. Y/n… why don’t you come over by me,”

“You’re really scaring me guys,” Tears started pricking the back of her eyes.

“Just come over by us,” Dean insisted, keeping his eyes on the dog. Scruffy wined and looked at Y/n.

Y/n got up, looking at the dog and then back at the boys and quickly scuttled over to them. They pushed her behind them and closed ranks.  Her heart felt like it might beat out of her chest.

“What’s going on?” She hissed as Dean passed a knife back to her.

“Crowley’s missing. We went to check on him in his cell and he wasn’t there,”

Y/n’s eyes widened. “So… you didn’t sneak a dog into the bunker did you, Sam?”
“No,”

“You were thinking of sneaking of a dog? Dude, you know the rule!” Dean said indigently.

“Not the time Dean,”

“He turned into a dog?” Y/n asked in shock. “How the hell did you do that? Oh man. GROSS HE LICKED MY FACE!!!!”

Dean laughed.

“Shut up. Christ, I just wanted to sleep. I’m a good person, I don’t deserve this,” She sighed, rubbing her temple. Now that she knew what was going on, Y/n felt less panicked and more grumpy.

Dean laughed again.

“Shut up!” Y/n said. “So what are we going to do now?”

“Get him back to the basement?” Sam asked unsure. Crowley whined louder and hunkered down.

“How?” Y/n asked.

Dean glanced at Sam meaningfully.

“No! You will not hurt that dog!” Sam and Y/n spoke in unison

“It’s the king of hell!”

“Absolutely not,” Y/n screeched. “Just pick him up and carry him. Much better than conking him on the head. Because there is no way you are doing that,”

“I don’t want to get bit.” He protested.

“What if we call him?” Sam asked. “How do we even know if he can understand us?”

Dean and Y/n nodded.

Sam crouched down and patted his leg. “Come here, boy. Come here. Right over here,”

No response.

“Let me try,” Dead pushed Sam aside. “Come ‘ere, doggy. Come ‘ere. Ok… so you’re sitting sit… That’s good… How about trying the opposite of that?”

The dog growled quietly.

Y/n giggled. “He doesn’t like you,”

“I’d like to see you try,”

“Fine I will.” She squatted down. “Come on Scruffy. Come over here handsome,”

“Scruffy?” Sam asked.

“Handsome?” Dean asked.

“He needed a name and flattery will get you anywhere in life,”

And Y/n was right. Scruffy perked up and wagged his tail.

“Come ‘ere. Let’s go!” She said in her most encouraging tone. The dog jumped off the bed and charged at Y/n. He knocked her to ground and started licking her face. Both men trained their weapons on him, but when they saw he meant no harm, they lowered them a little.

But just a little.

“OKAY! OKAY! Knock it off,” Y/n laughed. She couldn’t help it. It’s hard to think of a cute dog as the king of hell. She scrambled to get off the floor still laughing.

Sam reach down and pulled her up.

“Wow,” He muttered to her.

“Somebody likes you!” Dean said in a singsong voice.

Y/n paid no attention to either of them, focusing only on the dog. She took a couple steps back and patted her knees again.

“Come on. Right over here,”

It worked again! Crowley trotted right over. “Good boy! You’re such a cutie patootie! Come on this way,”

As Y/n maneuvered Crowley down the hall several halls, down staircases and back into his cell, the brothers followed.

“Dude, I think he might actually like her,” Sam whispered to his brother. He was understandably concerned.

Dean nodded, furrowing his brow. Y/n was like a sister to them, a very beloved sister. The king of hell having a crush on her was not okay in their books.

It took a while but eventually Y/n managed to get Crowley down to the basement. Apparently flattery really could get you anywhere in life. The words handsome and cutie were thrown around a little too much for Sam and Dean’s liking. Honestly Y/n didn’t really register what was coming out of her mouth. Those were what she normally said to any dog she saw.

“There we go! Good boy! Such a good boy!” Y/n chattered happily as she scratched behind his ears. There was a thundering crash as Dean slammed the door behind the group.

“Do we even know how this happened?” Sam asked.

“Let’s change him back so we can ask him,” Dean growled. He didn’t intend to ask politely.

“Do we really want to change him back though?” Y/n asked. “I mean, what if he’s just a dog now. Like a regular dog. Why should we change him back?” She said.

Crowley whined.

“See? He just responded to you. He’s not a regular dog. Plus, better the evil you know right?” Dean pointed out.

Sam grumbled. “So I’m guessing we have to hit the books, as usual,”

Dean rolled his eyes and Y/n pretended to stick a finger down her throat. Research was not the way they wanted to spend a free afternoon.

“I’ll go get some and bring them down. Dean, Y/n; stay here with Crowley. We’re not leaving him unsupervised,”

“Dude, why do I have to stay?” Dean pulled his brother aside before Sam exited the room.

“You want to leave Y/n alone with the love struck king of hell?” Sam whispered back as he left.

“Good point.”

Dean and Y/n took a seat on the floor. Crowley lay down with his head on Y/n’s knee.

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After about fifty books, four hours of skim reading, and an hour of prep; the group had finally prepared a spell to change Crowley back.

Books were piled by their feet and ingredients were scattered on the table.  There was a large bowl in the center of the table, full of all the necessary ingredients.

Sam lit a single match and dropped it in the bowl. He then recited something in Latin that neither Y/n nor Dean understood. Then he grabbed a handful of the remaining dust and blew it gently onto the dog.

Suddenly there was a loud bang and a puff of colored smoke. A flash of light temporally blinded all three people, and the force of the (small) explosion pushed everyone to the ground. Unfortunately for Y/n, she was about 100 pounds lighter than the boys and was slammed against the ground. She knocked her head on the floor. Thankfully she managed to block some of the blow with her hands and arm.  The pain in her head was not helping her disorientation.

“Oh ow.”  Y/n groaned. She tried weakly to push herself off the ground.

“You alright love?” A deep British voice spoke as two hands gently lifted her to her feet.

Y/n wobbled on her feet and blinked rapidly. Her muddled brain couldn’t quite figure out what was going on.

Someone steadied her and Y/n leaned against them instinctively. They were strong, and warm. And there was something wet running down her forehead? She raised a hand to her head. Blood?

‘Wait, British accent? Crowley?’ she thought. Everything was a little hazy right now.  Someone was shouting and it distracted her from the blinding pain for a second.

“-away from her!” Dean boomed.

“Just trying to help squirrel. It was you who almost got her killed,” A voice spoke right by Y/n’s ear. Defiantly Crowley.

The demon turned to look at Y/n. “You’re hurt,” He said softly, wiping away the trickle of blood away from her face. Y/n mumbled something and tried swat his hand away.

“Read the instructions more carefully next time Moose. Bloody hell!”

“I said get away from her,” Dean drew his weapon. His tone was deadly, even Y/n could tell that.

“Alright. Alright. No need for violence,” Crowley left Y/n’s side and strode back to his chair, sitting down like he had a choice.

Sam checked on Y/n as Dean tied the king of hell back in his prison.

“You alright?” Sam whispered to her.

Y/n groaned. “My head hurts,”

“Yeah, I know,” Sam sympathized.

“Sam, take Y/n and go get some ice,” Dean said, tugging on Crowley’s chains to make sure they were tight.  “Crowley and I need to have a little talk,”

“No…” Y/n protested.

“Y/n…” Sam said.

“He was a dog. And I want… to know how that happened. Because he… was a dog. And… that’s not a normal thing…” More effort was put into pronouncing the words than constructing the sentence.  

Sam and Dean exchanged glances, not convinced in the slightest. Her words were slurred like she had too much to drink.

“Plus, this is all your fault,” Y/n reasoned. “You’re the reason my head hurts and I want to know about dogs,”

They both looked at each other. “Fine,” The brothers muttered.

Crowley chuckled. “Even half conscious she can still play you two like a grand piano,”

“Shut it,” Dean snapped.

Crowley was right of course. Only Y/n could guilt them like that.

“So how did you turn into a dog?” Sam said. He kept his hands firmly on Y/n shoulders, making sure she was okay.

“Escape attempts don’t always go as planned, you should know Moose.”

“You were trying to escape?” Dean sounded furious.  

“This isn’t exactly a nude beach in Paris-”

“Why did you come over to my room?” Y/n asked. Her head had started to clear, but her words were still slurred.

There was a long pause. Crowley gazed at her. “In case you haven’t noticed love, you are the prettiest one here,”

Y/n laughed. The boys glared.

“No but seriously,”

Crowley sighed. “I was a dog, I wasn’t thinking straight. And I know for a fact you are a definite dog person. And, I wasn’t joking when I said that you are very, very beautiful. I’m truly blessed you let me sleep with you,”

“YOU WHAT?”  Sam and Dean turning to her.

“Ow! Loud guys.” Y/n moaned, rubbing her temple. “Nap. We took a nap. Also gross,” She pointed at Crowley.

The demon couldn’t help but smile. He thought she was utterly adorable like this.

“Look,” Dean leaned in close to the demon so Sam and Y/n couldn’t hear him. “We all know that you care Y/n. Well maybe Y/n doesn’t know, but that’s besides the point,”

Crowley smirked.

“Just tell her how you turned into a dog so she can go upstairs and heal. No matter what she says, it’s you’re fault that she banged her head. You did this, make it right,”

Crowley’s smirk dropped. Dean was right. If he hadn’t tried to escape this would never have happened. What if there was permanent damaged? The rational side of him said there wasn’t. Still, if the only human he cared about were hurt because of him, he wouldn’t ever forgive himself.

“My idiot servant got a transportation spell confused with a shifting spell. If that moron hadn’t screw up I’d have been in Jamaica, not wagging a tail,” Crowley made sure to speak up so everyone in the room could hear him.

“Oh,” Y/n nodded. That made sense to her. “Jamaica sounds nice,”

“It is. I could take you there sometime,”

“Alright,” Y/n smiled innocently.

“Ok that’s enough! ” Sam interrupted. “See Y/n, now you know how he did it! Everything’s fine. Now, let’s go get some ice,”

“That sounds nice. Bye guys. Play nice,”  

“Goodbye love,” Crowley winked. “Rest up,”

Y/n laughed and waved.

“Shut it,” Dean snapped. “Sam,” He gestured to the door.

Sam helped Y/n teeter out of the room; he hovered over her like a concerned mother hen.

“There is no way in hell, you two are going to Jamaica,”

“Oh, there’s always a way in hell, squirrel,”

Dean slammed his fist on the table. “You stay away from her,” He threatened.

“We’ll see,” Crowley smiled. “We’ll see,”