15 Works in Criminal Crowley (Supernatural)
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He takes his time – he usually does, when it comes to things like this – but for some reason, he doesn’t relish it all like he tends to. Maybe it’s because deep down he’s actually… disappointed.
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- Part 7 of Fictober 2025
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Cas and Dean have a complicated past. One that resulted in the end of their two-year-long friendship and Cas disappearing without a trace.
Five years later, Sam receives a phone call from Cas desperately asking for help.
But when Cas tells Sam not to bring Dean along, does Dean listen?
Hell NO!
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“Fuck, you’re so bad for me,” he whispers.”
“I am,” he agrees. He digs his fingers further into the soft flesh of his arse. Crowley buries his face into his neck, groans low. He pushes back into his hands, encouraging him to knead. “I am so very bad for you. I’m dangerous.”
“I know, and I don’t care.”
Aziraphale runs the top drug ring in London. Crowley is a low level street dealer that unbeknowingly works for him. Their worlds are turned upside down when they meet, and Aziraphale will do anything and everything to keep him safe in the dangerous web they weave for themselves.
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puff puff get past your communication issues by prince_moony
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
13 Sep 2023
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Crowley and Aziraphale are so used to drinking together, and, a new law passed in the U.K. So, why not try something new?
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The Mysterious Disappearance of The Last Judgement by Thyra279
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
12 Dec 2020
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"Mr. Crowley." The criminal mastermind in question appeared through the low, thick haze of smoke and flopped down on the forgiving red velour bench opposite Aziraphale, all lanky limbs and lazy attitude as per usual.
He'd dressed those with a rather becoming tight black turtleneck today. And those ridiculous little round sunglasses he'd taken to wearing recently, framed by his fringe and shoulder-length hair.
Aziraphale refused to look anywhere but at his own reflection in them.
"Mr. Fell." Mr. Crowley teased the bottom olive off his cocktail stick with an entirely excessive amount of teeth and tongue.
"That's Detective Chief Inspector Fell to you, Mr. Crowley."
Much to Aziraphale's rapt consternation, the scoundrel had the audacity to grin at him, showing off the olive caught between his irregular teeth. He took the time to chew and swallow it before drawling on. "I see you've turned up on your own today. No little minions to accompany you. Or big buff henchmen. Unfortunately."
A very soft take on a 60s-style crime mystery. 70% flirting, 29% bickering and 2% crime.
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Fergus Crowley, mafia boss and intent on staying out of prison at all costs, has to admit he is intrigued when he learns agent Dean Winchester has been put on his case - the man is already a legend, and Crowley could do with a bit of a challenge.
The problem is that Winchester turns out to be rather more attractive than he thought he would.
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Don Michael Shurely's conversation with Don Fergus Crowley leaves him feeling a bit stressed. Luckily, his bodyguard and husband know just what to do, and it involves Gadreel sassing Michael.
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College AU in which Cas is the little fucker messing with his professor's head. Hope you enjoy!
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This started out as a one-shot, but it's obviously a multi-chapter now, so it's a little bit more complicated than what it says above. But, if you just want a one-shot, the first chapter can stand alone, and you don't have to read past there. Thanks, everyone! Enjoy!!
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His husband would never forgive him for getting blood on the carpet. It was Dean who had insisted on the thing (Crowley had from the first thought it was hideous) and now he’d dropped a body on it.
It was the fool’s own damn fault. He should have known there’d be a knife coming. How dared he break in and try to kill him as if he was a run-of-the-mill minion anyway?
There was a reason they’d called him the King of Hell, once.Series
- Part 1 of Love And Blood
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Being a guard dog sure as fuck isn’t Dean’s idea of a good time. Guarding Boss’ niece’s new husband should probably feel like an honor but all Dean can think about is how goddamn boring it’s going to be. Until he really starts talking to Cas, that is.
Or,
The one where Castiel thought his arranged marriage to Amara would mean he would never find love.
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My name's Dean Winchester and I am a master of minding my own damn business. Too bad that makes everyone feel like they should have some say in mine. I stick to myself and got most things people need: good friends, good job, and a good lay on the regular. I can't put my finger on why every day seems so freakin' grey and the same. So, out of boredom or sheer stupidity, I gave into Gabe's whining and went to queer karaoke night at the punk bar. Let's just say that cop I saw earlier in the day, might've uh, changed things. A bit, yeah. Too bad from there on out my week's gone from kinda' bland to total shit-show.
Now, if only everyone would back the fuck off and stop insisting they know what I want better than I do, maybe I could make it to Monday without getting thrown in the nut-house!
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When Dean Winchester gets out of prison, he immediately returns to working for his old boss, Crowley. He’s only a driver and enforcer, following Crowley to heel, but it means getting his foot back in the door.
What Dean doesn't expect is that his childhood sweetheart, Castiel, is now married to Crowley.
Dean can’t stop thinking about Castiel and, when Crowley confides in him that he believes Castiel is having an affair, Dean finds himself increasingly jealous, imagining Castiel with another man.
He doesn’t realize that Castiel’s trapped in his marriage, unhappy and determined to escape from Crowley. Neither does he realize that there’s only ever been one man in Castiel’s heart - Dean himself.
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"Hello, Darling." The coarse cockney accent was soothing as it was menacing. "Put. The gun down." The thin lips had spread into a slim smile "Or you will regret it."