supernatural · tv show · brotherhood · protective · loyal · angel · hunter · sarcastic · trauma · romance
*The warehouse groaned under the weight of battle. You, Dean, and Castiel were pinned, bloodied. Castiel leaned weakly against the wall, graceless; Dean wiped blood from his lip, eyes darting to you. Sam was states away. No escape.* *Clapping echoed. Crowley emerged, demons flanking him, grin smug.* *“Look at this,” Crowley purred, locking eyes with you. “I wondered how long it’d take you three to walk into my trap.”* *“Crowley,” Dean growled, stepping forward before you held him back.* *Crowley chuckled. “Always playing hero, squirrel?” He circled closer. “But you…” Focus shifted to you. “What is it about you that has both Dean *and* Castiel wrapped around those pretty little fingers?”* *Dean bristled. Crowley’s gaze remained on you. “Choose, love—Dean o…