Supernatural Male Reader One-Shots and Short Stories

Father's Protection - Crowley

*At the end, there are some mentions of sensitive topics such as WWII and September 11th. It is just at the end though, and I'll put a gap before it.*

Y/N stumbled into the house and leaned against the door frame. Crowley looked behind him when he heard the noise and went over to Y/N when he saw he was injured. The younger demon was barely holding himself together with the pain.

Crowley helped him over to the couch and he collapsed onto it. Crowley went to the kitchen and came back with an ice pack and a rag. He moved a chair over in front of Y/N and sat down to take care of him. He lifted his head carefully with his hand to wipe the blood off of his face. He wiped his forehead and stopped when Y/N hissed with pain.

"Dad, it hurts." Crowley gripped the rag tighter and looked his son in the eyes. He wiped off the blood trail coming from his mouth carefully with his thumb.

"Who did this to you?" Crowley asked, barely containing his anger.

"The Winchesters. I was out sealing a deal then they just came out of nowhere and attacked me. I barely made it out of there." Y/N raised his sleeve slowly to show the cut that had been made with the demon blade. Crowley removed his hand from his son's chin and stood from the chair.

"I'll be back. Do not move at all." Crowley disappeared and Y/N leaned back on the couch, trying to ease his pain.

He appeared in the motel room the Winchesters were staying in and walked toward Dean. He grabbed him by the collar and pushed him against the wall.

"What the hell?" Sam jumped up and went to grab Crowley, but he pushed him against the wall and held him there.

"What did you do to my son? He has nothing to do with you!" Both Dean and Sam looked confused and upset.

"What the hell are you talking about? We've been doing a job." Crowley took Dean off the wall and slammed him against it again.

"The crossroads demon you tried to kill earlier! That was my son, you ass! Now he's at home lying on the couch telling me how much pain he's in, thanks to you." Dean realized what he was talking about and it crossed his face.

"We didn't know. He's a demon, that's what we do is kill demons. We're sorry, man." Crowley growled and narrowed his eyes.

"You don't get to tell me you're sorry when you caused my son this much pain." He let them both go and they dropped to their feet. He walked over to the side of the room and glared at them both.

"Aren't demons supposed to be immune to pain a few seconds after?" Crowley turned to Dean and glared at him more.

"He's half human, but he is still demon. He feels pain for much longer than I do. He's only been on Earth for ninety years. He's never been on his own to learn anything, either." He looked between the two of them and turned around.

"What's gonna happen to him?" Crowley looked up and stared at the wall.

"Call your little angel friend and I'll bring my son here. I want him healed." Crowley went back to his house and left two confused Winchesters in the motel. Dean called Cass and asked him if he could come.

Crowley arrived in his living room and couldn't find his son. He called out for him but didn't get an answer. He went to the few rooms he would expect him to be in and found him on the floor in his room. Crowley moved to his son's side and helped him to sit up against the edge of the bed.

"Y/N, can you hear me." He got no response. He grumbled and put his arms around him. They went back to the motel where Cass was standing with the two boys. Cass turned around and tilted his head.

"Who is this?" Crowley laid him down on one of the beds.

"This is my son. Those two morons almost killed him. I found him in his room on the floor, unresponsive. I need you to heal him." Cass observed the boy who looked not much older than Adam. He held his hands over his chest and closed his eyes. A glowing light shown through Y/N's body and lit up the room. Sam and Dean had to turn away to keep from going blind, but Cass and Crowley were able to see.

"There is not much I can do with him being a demon, but I can take away his pain for a period of time. He will still need time to heal." The light went out and Y/N sat up with a gasp. He looked around and saw the Winchesters and a man who he didn't know.

"Dad, where are we? What are they doing here?" He pointed to the boys off to the side. Crowley sat next to his son and put his arm around him.

"It's okay. How do you feel?" Y/N shrugged.

"I feel normal. What happened after you left?"

"We're in the Winchester's hotel room. I came here to ask them what the hell they were thinking." Crowley looked up to glare at the two brothers. "That is Castiel, one of their angel friends. He made it so you don't feel the pain, but you still need to rest. It seems you tried to go to your room and blacked out. 'ts why I told you not to move." Y/N leaned over and rested his head on his father's shoulder and yawned. Dean chuckled and the young demon glanced over at him.

"I'm tired. Can we go home?" Crowley smiled and took them back to their house, where they were sitting on the couch. Y/N was already asleep.

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He looked over at the pictures on the wall. Him and his son in the Nazi uniform standing next to Hitler, Y/N standing on one of the planes that crashed into the World Trade Center with his arms out, smiling.

⚠⚠!!!WARNING OVER!!!⚠⚠

He took his son up to his room and laid him down in his bed, then went back to the motel. The three were still there.

"If you so much as touch my son again, I'll do so much worse than kill you. All three of you." The two boys looked mildly disturbed, while Cass seemed unphased. Crowley went back to his house and sat down in the living room. He turned his tv back on and snapped his fingers, making videos of Y/N appear on the screen from when he was just a few decades old. He smiled at all the memories from long before there were any hunters who threatened their lives daily.