So Crowley is my favorite supernatural character, and I've been writing this for a while on quotev ,yes I have a quotev, so I've decided to also post it on here. Why not? :3 "So who exactly killed your friend (Y/N)?" My doctor asked me ready to write down my answer. "If I tell you you won't believe me. Nobody ever does, that's why I was sent here because they all think I'm crazy and you do too." I said looking out the window out into court yard. "Well, I'm not them. I'm someone else now tell me, who killed your friend?" He asked again slowly a little more aggressively. I laughed sadistically. "Who? Oh no, no no no. It's not a who but a what tell me doctor, do you believe?" I paused, "Believe? Believe in what (Y/N)?" "Do you believe in supernatural?" I finished. "What kind of supernatural being are we talking about?" He wrote something down. "Vampires, werewolves, shapeshifter, ghosts, demons, the lists. It goes on and on doc." I turned and looked him directly in the eyes. "Or should I call you Sam Mr. Winchester?" I smiled evilly and raised my eyebrows.

It was such a traditional story. One of anger, grief, and rare solidarity. You've done nothing wrong of course. Blaming yourself for every wrong act that happened to you, rather than those who actually caused it. You wanted it to be over. For the pain to disappear. It was a wish of course, but one sad night turned into almost a sad decision. It was then-at that moment-when he saved your life. He lit up your world more than you could have hoped for. It was then that you realized that you had much more in common than you had seen. You discovered that you both were Beacons of light to each other. Beacons of Hope.

Just an idea I came up with last night at 3am. I aprreciate feedback please.