Supernatural II: Resurgence (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Blade Runners

Dean, Ben, Peyton and I were in the library of the bunker. Dean and the two kids were researching Cain and Abel on the computer while I was pacing around, calling Crowley for the thousandth time. "Come on, Crowley. Pick up!" I growled then sighed, frustrated. "Where the hell is he? It's not like he's got a social life." I grumbled and Ben looks over at me.

"Uh, are you actually worried?" He asked me as I get Crowley's voicemail. "Too busy inflicting pain to answer. Leave a message." It said and I growl with frustration. "Guy's got one job -- find the First Blade, bring it back. How hard is that?" I exclaimed, annoyed. "It's Crowley, sweetheart. He's not exactly a team player." Dean tells me. "Yeah, but his ass is on the line, too. He goes missing for weeks on end without a peep? Well, not one that makes sense, anyway. Listen to this." I said and I set my phone on the table and play a voicemail on speaker.

"(y/n). Um..." Crowley's voice said then it goes to indecipherable ramblings. "Wait a second. Did he...Drunk-dial you?" Peyton asked as I pick my phone back up and call him again. "Come on." I growled.

*3rd Person POV*

Crowley's phone rings, the caller ID reads Vixen, but Crowley was a bit too preoccupied. He and a beautiful young woman were lying together in bed, both breathing hard. Crowley then falls on his back on the pillow. "Lola?" He said. "My King?" Lola asked.

"My après-consummation treat." he demanded. "On it, sire." Lola said and she moves to the closet and opens the door to reveal a man tied and hanging from the hanger rod. She pulls out a syringe and sticks the needle in his neck and fills it with his blood. The man struggles weakly and then passes out. Lola turns back to Crowley and hands him the syringe.

"Pantry's almost empty. We'll need another volunteer." She informs. "You should add that to your to do list." Crowley tells her then he presses the needle into his arm and shoots up all the human blood and lets out sigh of relief and pleasure. "Lola, pet? I do believe I'm ravenous." He said and Lola does a small bow and leaves.

Later Lola returns with pizza and wine, only to come in on Crowley watching Casablanca and crying openly. She smirks to herself as she watches Crowley wipe his eyes.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Dean and I were at a crossroads, Dean was busy burying a container of ritual items while I finished spray-painting a giant Devil's Trap. "All right, do it." Dean tells me and I nod. "Daemon, esto subiecto voluntati meae." I recited and we looking around. "Winchesters." a female voice said behind us.

Dean and I turn around and saw, of all people, Snooki behind us with red eyes. "I-is that, uh...?" I asked, confused, then Dean talks over me. "Well, that explains a lot." He said. "Okay, uh, look...Snooki -- can I call you Snooki?" I asked her. "No. It's Nicole now." She replied. "Okay, then. Nicole...We can do this one of two ways. The easy way -- you talk. Or the easier way --" Dean said and he takes out Ruby's knife. "...you still talk."

"I vote for number two." I said. "We just want some basic information on Crowley. That's it." Dean said. "Google him. Are we done?" Nicole said, annoyed, then Dean advances at her with the knife raised. "Whoa! Not the face! Are you crazy? Listen, guys, what happens in Hell stays in Hell. I got nothin'." She said.

"But you do have a pretty sweet deal with Crowley in charge. If Abaddon wins, you can kiss all that goodbye --" I said. "..all the fancy cars, the book deals." Dean adds as she looks between us. "Show biz can be tough." I remarked. "I'm doing fine. Thanks." She said. "Oh. Well, good luck landing your next gig inside a Devil's Trap." I tell her and Nicole sighs.

"What do you want to know?" She asked. "Where is Crowley?" Dean asked her. "Last time I heard, he was somewhere in the western Pacific." She replied. "Makes sense." Dean said. "Really? Floating around in the ocean while his kingdom goes up in flames?" Nicole asked, angrily and annoyed.