Supernatural Male Reader One-Shots and Short Stories

Sacrifices - Crowley

*SPOILERS FOR SEASON 12 ENDING - IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED, DO NOT READ!*

Y/N had been... an associate... of the Winchesters for almost a decade. They practically had a love/hate relationship. Sometimes, the demon would try to kill the Winchesters for his own gain, sometimes he would help them with whatever trouble they found themselves in.

Only recently had they figured out the relationship between Crowley and Y/N. They realized it made sense, between the Scottish accent the both of them had, and the same witty, sarcastic remarks for every situation. The father and son duo had been successful crossroads demons before the Winchesters were born.

Y/N crouched next to his father as he watched him draw a pentagram in the sand. The younger demon looked up when he heard the SMG rounds echoing, Sam running and almost sliding to a stop as he crouched across from Crowley and Y/N.

"Took you long enough." Sam let out a breath and shook his head.

"Not now, Crowley. Come on." The gunfire continued to echo just over the sand mound next to the three. Y/N turned his head and looked towards the noise.

"He's going to run out of ammo soon, Moose." As he said it, the gunfire stopped. He could faintly hear the clicking of the empty clip. "Dad."

"We do this ritual, we seal that rift, and we lock the devil in this godforsaken place. That's the plan. Remember, two birds one spell." Sam pushed himself up haphazardly.

"Right, right, just hurry." Sam stood, ready to run out, but stopped. He watched Lucifer, beating his brother. He turned around and knelt back down at the pentagram.

"Uhhh, dead sea brine, uh mercury, lamb's blood, holy oil. Here we go." Y/N waited for the spell to activate. Nothing happened.

"That's the last of it. That's everything." Sam stated. Crowley shook his head softly.

"No, it's not." He said sadly as if he had been hiding something.

"What?" Y/N and Sam both asked. Sam's was more confusion, Y/N's was more fearful.

"If we wanna seal that rip, we need one more minor ingredient." Y/N looked up at his dad. He knew what was going to happen.

"Dad, no."
"What?" Sam asked, exasperated. Crowley looked over at Y/N.

"A life." Crowley stood and walked out from behind the mound. Sam watched him then turned his head to look at Y/N.

"Did you know about this?" Sam's question was ignored as Y/N sprang up and went after his father. Sam stood and followed. Lucifer got ready to kick Dean again, but was flung away by Crowley. He cleared his throat.

"Surprise." Lucifer looked up at the demon and laughed.

"Crowley!" Lucifer pushed himself up as Sam ran to Dean and helped him up. He drug him back towards the rift, ready to run through at any moment. Y/N stood, ready to fight or run at the drop of a hat.

"Yoouu, sneaky little..." Lucifer dropped the smart ass act and straightened up. Y/N saw his wings spread wide behind him. "So, I guess I get to kill you twice, huh, Crowley?" Crowley closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them with a silent sigh.

"I doubt it." Y/N inched closer to his father, scared of what he knew was going to happen.

"Oh, no, no. You had your chance. You could've put me back in the Cage, but... you had to make it personal, didn't you?" Crowley had a small grin on his face.

He stepped toward Lucifer, "You're right. It is personal." He stopped only a few feet away from him. "You humiliated me. I... I hate you." He added almost laughing. "Deeply. Truly. I'm going to enjoy wiping that smug, self-satisfied look off your face. Personally." Y/N's mouth parted as he inhaled a sharp breath. The air got stuck in his throat.

"Dad," he barely whispered. Lucifer brought his hands up to his face and smiled.

"You mean... This one?" Y/N watched as an angel blade slid down the sleeve of Crowley's suit and he caught it in his hand. Lucifer dropped his hands. "Come on, Crowley. You know whatever you're gonna try," he paused and shook his head. "You're gonna lose." Crowley smiled and looked over at Y/N.

"You're right." Crowley turned and looked at Sam, Dean, and Y/N. "Bye, boys." He pulled his arm up and stabbed himself. Y/N took off towards Crowley as Cass came through the rift. He strode towards Lucifer while Dean yelled behind him. Sam drug Dean through the rift despite him yelling for Cass.

Cass walked up to Lucifer and shoved the angel blade into his stomach. Y/N slid onto his knees next to his father, and grabbed his shoulder. Tears fell down onto his father's coat as he looked at the empty vessel. He closed his eyes as he grabbed the angel blade and pulled it out.

Lucifer dropped to his knees, his eyes red, as he gasped in pain. Cass turned and looked at Y/N. Y/N looked up and nodded, silently communicating that he was going to stay in the apocalypse world. Cass nodded back and started to walk back to the closing rift. Lucifer got up as Cass got to the rift and flew the short distance to close it quicker. Cass walked through. Y/N, knowing Lucifer was going to kill Cass, stood and flew in front of Lucifer.

As Lucifer stabbed at Cass, he was met with Y/N's body instead. He fell backwards through the rift, landing at Team Free Will's feet. They all looked up as Lucifer stepped through the rift. Sam, Dean, and Cass all looked at Lucifer in shock. He smiled.

"That was fun." Dean looked down at the demon's body, then up at the fallen archangel. "Seriously, guys, points for trying. Super impressed, but, uh... playtime's over."