Supernatural Imagines [ABANDONED]

Time Warp - Part 3

IT'S HERE!!!!!!

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"Any reason I was specially requested, love?" Crowley circles you like a hawk, his air classy and sophisticated. A businessman.

"Because I'm not here to trade my soul for a boyfriend or whatever," you reply, pulling your "shopping list" out of your pocket. "I need things. Ingredients."

He snatches the list from your fingertips, casting you a wary glance. His brows furrow as his eyes scan the page. "This spell. It's for-"

"Time travel," You cut him off, folding Dean's jacket around yourself tighter against the wind. "I know."

Crowley purses his lips thoughtfully as he peruses the list again. "Trying to change the past, love?"

"I was. It didn't work."

His eyes meet yours in surprise. "So you don't belong here."

"Would you like to buy a vowel?" You quip, annoyed. "Hell, Crowley. I shouldn't even exist, so I'm kinda used to it. However, I'd like to get home so I can chew out my friend who dropped the ball on getting me to the right decade, so cut the digging-into-my-past crap and tell me if you can get me the stuff or not." You fold your arms and pop your hip, nostrils flaring with annoyance.

"All except for the last one, love," Crowley answers. If he is fazed by your outburst, he doesn't show it, neatly folding the paper and tucking it into his breast pocket. "Don't have anything from the future. If you shouldn't exist, why do you?"

You drop your arms with a huff. Evidently, he isn't going to let you change the subject. "Your mother."

Crowley raises his eyebrows, clearly asking you to elaborate. You roll your eyes, guessing that he's not going to deal with you unless you spill.

"I am the product of a love potion." You take a deep breath, mentally preparing for telling this story for the first time ever. "Rowena needed a weapon against the Winchesters. Eye of newt, the witching hour, the birds and the bees. That's what Winchester girls are made of." You smirk at the cleverly concocted sentence, stuffing your hands in your pockets. You can't believe you're telling your life story to Crowley.

"So why did you travel back?"

He watches you, waiting for your answer. You sigh. "To stop myself from being born."

"Wouldn't that create a paradox?"

"Possibly, Doctor Who." You roll your eyes again. "Jesus, it doesn't even matter. I was hoping to come back to 2017, but I ended up in 2005. Besides, I was willing to take the risk."

"That's insane." But it's not Crowley who says this. You whip around to find your Dad and your Uncle attempting to look manly in the freezing fall weather. You take note of the absence of the Impala. So they wanted to sneak up on you.

"You don't mess with death, (Y/N)," Sam adds.

"Yeah, well," you shoot back "Death's dead, so..."

Sam steps forward. "(Y/N), I don't know you. But I know me. And I know that if we were as close as you say, I would never want you to be dealing with the likes of him-"

"Hey!"

"-to take yourself away from me." He shakes his head, your heart melting at the familiar trope of his. Back against the wall, it's you and me, (Y/N). We stick together. "Wouldn't you want me to be happy, no matter what comes of it?"