Supernatural || One-Shots

- The King Shall Rise Again

Just because I miss Crowley, and want him back. Unfortunately, it's unlikely that the writers will bring him back. Mark Sheppard has even said multiple times that he won't be returning unfortunately....

So here's a one-shot set in season 15 where Jack brings Crowley back!

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Darkness.... Nothing but darkness surrounds him as soon as he opens his eyes. There's no light, no nothing. Just... darkness.

He gets up, and looks around. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He can't even tell where the ground begins and the walls - are they walls? - end. There's just... nothing, only blackness. Complete darkness.

It's all just... empty.

"Bollocks." He sighs.

He knows where he is, and what caused him to be in this place. He sacrificed himself for the Winchester's in apocalypse world, and now he's dead dead in the empty. The place where every angel and demon goes to after they die.

He hadn't thought it would be like this though, he hadn't much of an idea of what ending up here would be like actually. There's no stories of this place. He just knew of its existence, and that he'd end up here if he was to die or permanently.

And of course his permanent death is as a sacrifice to the Winchesters. Those beautiful - moronic - hunks of flannel.... He just hopes that his sacrifice worked, and that he didn't die for nothing....

Wandering around the vast empty space, he finds nothing. Absolutely nothing. And in a way, he finds it rather peaceful. No longer does he have to worry about ruling hell and everything that comes with it. All he can do now, is rest and not have to worry about a thing.

Of course, that should be what's happening right now. Instead he's awake and wandering round the emptiness. Which he didn't think he should be doing, but he is, and he's not sure why.

That is... until he hears someone calling his name....

He turns, finding a boy standing behind him. A boy who he's never seen before.

"Hello, Crowley." The boy says, smiling as he waves at him.

Crowley narrows his eyes at him, confused on where the hell the boy came from, and who he is. And why does he look strangely similar to Castiel?

"Who are you?" He asks.

"I'm Jack." The boy - Jack - says. "Jack Kline. I think you knew my mother, Kelly Kline."

Kelly Kline? Yes, he knew her, albeit vaguely. The woman Lucifer knocked up, and this is the son of Lucifer? This is the Nephilim? In that case, why does he look more like Castiel than Lucifer?

"Kline?" He asks. "You mean you're supposed to be Lucifer's kid?"

"Yes." Jack nods. "Though I prefer to call the Winchesters and Castiel my fathers."

Crowley doesn't find that much of a surprise that the Winchester's have managed to get their claws hooked into the son of Lucifer. Though it would be better than the alternative he guesses.

But just looking at the kid right now... he doesn't appear like he'd be Lucifer's blood. He seems too... sweet?

"So that's why you look more like feathers?" He asks.

"I chose to look like Castiel before I was born." Jack says, smiling a little. "He helped my mother."

Nodding, Crowley huffs out a laugh. He remembers that Castiel had gone off with Kelly, protecting her and her unborn child cause she believed he would do good, and somehow Castiel believed it too. Judging by the fact the kid is standing here right now, they were right?