𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚢

⠀⠀ ⠀“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯.”

so the usual

“why’s coming for plaid your go to offence? you need to change up, crowley. it’s getting old … like you.”

he lives.

Someone matched my freak and we almost killed each other

He felt the magic tighten as he gritted his teeth as he glared at the King of Hell as he tried to lift a finger. But nothing. "When this magic ends. You end"

“i may have many flaws but knowing whether you’re up to no good or not? has never once tricked my gut feeling.” dean knew how manipulating crowley could be. either way, for now, things seemed peaceful so he let it slide.

“since when do demons need exercise?” dean was calling bullshit. “i don’t know, maybe you need something? like always. you never show up just because.”

why are you here? 🧍🏻‍♂️

crowley. 🤨

Being summoned he was use to. Being contained was another story as he raised a brow when he appeared. Frowning at the sight. "Fergus. What exactly is the meaning of this"

"Isn't that rather dangerous. You risk their lives. The Child is rather potentially powerful." He chewed on his cheek as he cleared his throat and looked away. He missed his books why crowley was bothering him. He'd never comprehend.