Plot: you were secretly practicing wicca but crowley doesn't know but you get into Winchester trouble and you use your powers against them.
(I feel I'm letting Dean down but I don't know what else to put here. I'll change when I can) Work-Rihanna
I am not a Wiccan practictioner but I know well enough. (All spells are kinda real idk)
Your POV
"Dragons, dragons, beasts of might,
Make me strong for one day and night,
Make me swifter and hard to beat,
I beg you dragons, I'm in some heat,
This is my wish, by the power of three,
So mote it be," I said as the fire went crazy and it steadied calmly. "(Y/n)?!" I heard Crowley scream as I jolted up and threw the glass of water over the fire and the metal bowl and threw it to the ground. Then Crowley cam in my room looking suspicious. "Hey babe," I smiled. "I heard crackling," he said as he looked around and I moved my foot so I could push it under my bed. "Crackers," I nervously chuckled as I telepathically made a packet of open junk food in my hand and showing it to Crowley. He nodded and kissed the temple of my forehead. "(Y/n), let's go fix ourselves. We're meeting the Winchesters tonight and I need some trusty back up," he smiled as he walked away. I sighed and fixed the fallen bowl and cleaned up the left over ash and water. When I was cleaning, I heard a slight knock on my door. I shot my head to the door to see Rowena grinning at me and leaning on the doorway. "Oh hey Rowena," I smiled as I picked up the bowl and set it on the table. "Does Crowley know?" She said walking over. "K-know what?"
"I know what you're doing. I'm the most powerful witch and you're creating your own power," she chuckled.
"Well no,"
"You should tell him,"
"Rowena, no offence but you're his mother and he doesn't like you much but I could tell he still likes you but you're a witch. He isn't going to support me on this,"
"You know it's more dangerous for a solid practice right?"
"I can do it though,"
"I can tell. You're practicing dragon fist. That's a beginner's luck you know?" She giggled as she sat on my bed. I nodded and threw the rag away. "Here's some tips,"
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"Honeey!?!" I heard Crowley scream again from the halls. "Quick Rowena," I paced as she disappeared and Crowley entered the room. He snapped his fingers and I felt my body stiff and I was covered in combat uniform. Meg's style actually. "Let's go darling," Crowley said walking over to me and wrapping his arm around my waist and walking me out of my bedroom and snapping me and him to an empty barn. "Crowley," we both heard Dean's voice echo and we turned around to see Sam and Dean with furrowed eyebrows. I flashed my eyes black with a blank face and flashed them back to normal. "See you got a friend," Sam smirked. "(Y/n)," Crowley said pulling me close. "That's cute. It's cuter if your tiny little demon body is lying dead on the ground," Dean chuckled. I tilted my head aside and shaked my head smirking. "Thanks," I nodded as they both charged at me and Crowley. I threw my hands up but Sam's hands gripped my tiny wrists and punned me to the air. But I flicked my hand and he was against a wall. He slid down with a grunt but there was handcuffs clipped on my wrist. I punched the handcuff and it came off with a snap and earning a horrified look from Dean. I slapped his chest and he flinged to the end of the barn. Then I ran over to him and cupped his pockets. Then I grabbed a small red pouch with brown dirty strings as I felt him pass out. "A regular demon couldn't do that," Sam said as he tried to get up. "Yeah but I can," I said snapping my fingers and him passing out with Dean. "He's right. Why are you powerful?" Crowley asked getting the small pouch from my hand. I shrugged and looked away. "(Y/n)," he said sternly grabbing my cheek gently and making me look at him. "I've been practicing hoodoo with Rowena. Since I'm to weak to be a demon," I frowned. But Crowley's hand met my chin and he lifted it up. "No matter what you see yourself, you're always perfect," he said and kissed my forhead and we walked out of the barn with that pouch.
