Cherish | Crowley/Dean
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spn750Title: Cherish
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Crowley/Dean
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: SPN 750: Skin
Word Count: 719
Date Written: 4 May 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: Crowley knows Dean won't give in, but he also won't give up.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Crowley closes his eyes, even though he doesn't need sleep and is about as far away from any desire to slumber as he is from Heaven -- at least what God thinks is Heaven. The All Mighty is very misconstrued, however; he knows that these days more than ever before. Heaven, if it was what it claims to be, is not a place where anyone will be forced to do anything, or taken for granted as he and millions of other Demons have always been. They can not compare to God, the Angels, or even to meager humans.
The truly scary thing is that Crowley, after all these centuries, is beginning to understand why the All Mighty Father is so mesmerized by the human species He created. He really did break the mold when He made the almost hairless creatures, though Crowley will never admit so aloud. Most of them are no more than mice or lizards, a colossal waste of space, but there are a very few who deserve notice. He could wipe out most of the world and never care. But he would care if something happened to the one currently nestled in his arms.
The thing that hurts in his chest every time Dean chooses to walk away from him would nearly cripple him if something happened to this brave, bold, and gorgeous man. It would break his heart, his courage, his stamina, quite possibly that burden Dean has made him discover he still has after all: the treacherous thing called a soul.
Dean murmurs in his sleep. Crowley replies without a sound, stroking his forehead with the stubble of his beard before burying a kiss in his thick, soft hair. Most humans don't have much hair to consider, but this man's mane is gorgeous, so soft and luxurious. Crowley would much rather wrap himself up in Dean and his hair than any amount of the finest Italian silk. It's akin to the hunter's courage in that way: Most humans completely lack courage, but Dean's is the utmost. He's not just braver than any other human; he's far more courageous than most of the Demons and Angels Crowley has ever encountered as well.
And yet he's still too courageous to tell him to stay. He won't give in to his dark side, and he fears that surrendering himself to Crowley will lead him to do just that. The boy's smart, too smart for his and Crowley's own good. Crowley hums softly as he continues to rub his cheeks against Dean's forehead, soothing his apparently troubled sleep.
The thing is, however, he knows damn well Dean's still awake. He can shag and drink all night long without passing out, something they've been . . . would he call it blessed? Crowley wonders. Can a Demon blessed? Regardless, they've experienced it together multiple times over the years he's known this Winchester and he hopes they'll experience it at least a thousand times more.
He's awake right now, though, and moaning softly in his sleep as another erection builds at the touch of Crowley's stubble against his skin. Crowley can't blame him and is, in fact, secretly thrilled by the realization that Dean yearns for the touch of his hair, just as much as he yearns for the hunter. He loves not just his hair, but his skin as well. There's something warm and soothing about the human's skin, something in which Crowley could very happily wrap himself and stay satisfied for the rest of the millennia.
If Dean could just bring himself to give in once, he thinks, he'd be satisfied for eternity. But he knows even if Dean ever surrenders to him, it won't last. He's too afraid not of Crowley but of what he himself could become if he ever lets go, so he won't let go, no matter how much Crowley loves him, no matter how much he wants him, no matter how much or often they both silently plead for him to do it. He won't let go. He won't stay with him or ask him to stay, but Crowley will cherish every night he gets like this with Dean wrapped around him in this warm, soothing, and passionate glow. He'll cherish every second for as long and as often as it does happen.
The End
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Crowley/Dean
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: SPN 750: Skin
Word Count: 719
Date Written: 4 May 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: Crowley knows Dean won't give in, but he also won't give up.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Crowley closes his eyes, even though he doesn't need sleep and is about as far away from any desire to slumber as he is from Heaven -- at least what God thinks is Heaven. The All Mighty is very misconstrued, however; he knows that these days more than ever before. Heaven, if it was what it claims to be, is not a place where anyone will be forced to do anything, or taken for granted as he and millions of other Demons have always been. They can not compare to God, the Angels, or even to meager humans.
The truly scary thing is that Crowley, after all these centuries, is beginning to understand why the All Mighty Father is so mesmerized by the human species He created. He really did break the mold when He made the almost hairless creatures, though Crowley will never admit so aloud. Most of them are no more than mice or lizards, a colossal waste of space, but there are a very few who deserve notice. He could wipe out most of the world and never care. But he would care if something happened to the one currently nestled in his arms.
The thing that hurts in his chest every time Dean chooses to walk away from him would nearly cripple him if something happened to this brave, bold, and gorgeous man. It would break his heart, his courage, his stamina, quite possibly that burden Dean has made him discover he still has after all: the treacherous thing called a soul.
Dean murmurs in his sleep. Crowley replies without a sound, stroking his forehead with the stubble of his beard before burying a kiss in his thick, soft hair. Most humans don't have much hair to consider, but this man's mane is gorgeous, so soft and luxurious. Crowley would much rather wrap himself up in Dean and his hair than any amount of the finest Italian silk. It's akin to the hunter's courage in that way: Most humans completely lack courage, but Dean's is the utmost. He's not just braver than any other human; he's far more courageous than most of the Demons and Angels Crowley has ever encountered as well.
And yet he's still too courageous to tell him to stay. He won't give in to his dark side, and he fears that surrendering himself to Crowley will lead him to do just that. The boy's smart, too smart for his and Crowley's own good. Crowley hums softly as he continues to rub his cheeks against Dean's forehead, soothing his apparently troubled sleep.
The thing is, however, he knows damn well Dean's still awake. He can shag and drink all night long without passing out, something they've been . . . would he call it blessed? Crowley wonders. Can a Demon blessed? Regardless, they've experienced it together multiple times over the years he's known this Winchester and he hopes they'll experience it at least a thousand times more.
He's awake right now, though, and moaning softly in his sleep as another erection builds at the touch of Crowley's stubble against his skin. Crowley can't blame him and is, in fact, secretly thrilled by the realization that Dean yearns for the touch of his hair, just as much as he yearns for the hunter. He loves not just his hair, but his skin as well. There's something warm and soothing about the human's skin, something in which Crowley could very happily wrap himself and stay satisfied for the rest of the millennia.
If Dean could just bring himself to give in once, he thinks, he'd be satisfied for eternity. But he knows even if Dean ever surrenders to him, it won't last. He's too afraid not of Crowley but of what he himself could become if he ever lets go, so he won't let go, no matter how much Crowley loves him, no matter how much he wants him, no matter how much or often they both silently plead for him to do it. He won't let go. He won't stay with him or ask him to stay, but Crowley will cherish every night he gets like this with Dean wrapped around him in this warm, soothing, and passionate glow. He'll cherish every second for as long and as often as it does happen.
The End