Supernatural one shots

Caught yah ~ Crowley x female reader

So I had this idea and I think I've had it kinda before. If that makes sense.

So the idea is that you have a secret. No ones knows it except for you. And that secret is that you're an amazing singer. Before you were a hunter you dreamed of being a star and singing for the world. But just so happens that you're a Winchester. Almost every month you were forced to move from school to school. When you got old enough to know the truth about the world, you swore you would never become a hunter. You and John always got in fights over the matter and after a particularly bad one you ended up running off so you could live a normal life. Right before you graduated high school you secretly applied to a bunch of different colleges for the performing arts. You got accepted into one, the Juilliard School of Arts, on a full academic scholarship. You go to take the chance when all of a sudden, you're dragged back into the life of hunting. After that you pretty much gave up on your dream. You don't sing nearly as much anymore but still will sing if you're alone. No one still knows about the fact that you can sing. In the car you might hum but you never sing. Even when you're alone you try not to sing. One day while chilling alone in the bunker you just can't help yourself. You start belting along to a song playing from your phone and when the song ends you are met with applause from Crowley standing in the doorway.

Can end in any way really.

Y/n/n is your nick name btw

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(Your pov)

I looked out at the crowd as I finished the final number. The room erupted in cheers. People screamed my name. This was the dream.

Or more like a dream.

Eventually I woke up and stared up at the ceiling of yet another crappy motel room.

Why did I have to move so much you ask? Well that's cause of my alcoholic of a dad. Old Johnny Winchester who couldn't give two shits about his kids. I have two younger brothers. Sam, the youngest, and Dean, the middle kid, who both adored and looked up to me. I took care of them while our daddy dearest was off fighting monsters. I kept them happy and innocent for as long as I possibly could.

"Sissy!" Dean yelled, coming and jumping onto the bed next to me. He bounced around like a crackhead which caused me to laugh.

"Well good morning Deano!" I greeted, sitting up and smiling. I got out of bed and heard him trail behind me.

Dean is five as of right now. He still has that adorable baby face and loves to watch scooby doo when we get back from school.

I'm in the 7th grade and Dean is in kindergarten. Sammy is only one so no school for him. I take him with me to school everyday and make sure he's always doing good. Whenever I'm putting them to bed, I always make sure to sing them a lullaby.

I took a quick glance through the cabinets of the motel to see that we were running low on food. No breakfast for me today.

"How does toast sound for breakfast today buddy?" I asked, lifting him up and setting him down on the counter.

He nodded happily and shuffled around.

I grabbed some bread and popped it in the toaster. While that was cooking, I grabbed Sammy from his crib and set him down in his high chair. He was still half asleep when I set a bowl of baby food in front of him.

"Morning sweets!" I smiled once I saw his bright hazel eyes flutter open.

He cooed and made grabby hands up at me.

I rushed over and gave Dean his toast.

(Time skip. Also just saying that you and dean go to a school where it's like kindergarten through 12th grade.)