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SHATTERED MINDS	By : Mystic75 Category: Supernatural > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 382 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Supernatural or any of the characters from the show. I own the OFC only. I am not making money from this work. WARING! CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF RAPE AND VIOLENCE!

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"Will a summoning spell even work with the king of Hell?", Bobby asked. He was pulling all of the ingredients out of his duffel bag, placing them in a bowl while Dean drew Crowley's sigil on the conference table in the library. Sam was balanced on a high ladder painting a demon's trap on the ceiling.
"I don't know, Bobby", Dean said. "But we have to try. No way is he getting away with all the shit he put {Y/N/N} through!" {Y/N} walked over to Dean and put her hand on his shoulder. When he looked up, she had a serious look on her face.
"Crowley put you through a whole lotta shit too, Dean", {Y/N} whispered. Dean just sighed and nodded as he continued to chalk the sigil on the table. "Anyway, I have an idea for how we can get Crowley here", she said. Dean stood up and looked at {Y/N} with a raised eyebrow. "Let me summon Crowley. Alone".
"NO! NO WAY {Y/N/N}!", Dean bellowed. YOU ARE NOT GONNA BE HERE WITH CROWLEY ALONE!"
"Dean, I know I can get him here", {Y/N} whined. "You didn't see how he looked at me that day when... Look, he wanted me that day. Maybe I can get him here and distract him long enough for you guys to gank his ass!"
"Crowley what? He wanted you? All the more reason to keep him away from you! I can't put you in danger! Not again!", Dean growled. "You've been through enough". Dean paced around the table with his hands on his head. {Y/N} walked in front of him and stopped with her arms folded across her chest and an irritated expression on her face.
"This is my decision, Dean!", {Y/N} yelled in Dean's face. "I'm not a child! I want to help! I can't just hide in the corner while you guys take all the risks! This is as much about me as it is you!" Dean stare long and hard at her before he dropped his eyes to the floor. Sam stepped down from the ladder and aproached Dean and {Y/N}.
"Are you sure you wanna do this {Y/N/N}?", Sam asked. "If he's not under the trap when he appears, you're gonna have to lure him into it. Do you think you can do it?" She looked at Sam and nodded.
{Y/N} grabbed the four candles and arranged them around the sigil on the table and took the bowl that Bobby was holding and placed it next to the sigil. Dean took the lighter out of his pocket and handed it to her.
"Stand under the devil's trap and let him come to you. Got it?", Dean demanded. She nodded at him and he kissed her on the top of the head, hugging her tightly before he walked out of the room. Sam walked up to her and handed her the demon blade. {Y/N} tucked it into the back of her jeans, under her blouse. He hugged her tightly and followed Dean out. Bobby hugged her as he whispered in her ear.
"Don't hesitate. If you get the chance to stick 'em, you stick 'em!"
"I will. Thanks Bobby", {Y/N} muttered. Bobby walked out of the library, grabbing the double doors as he went. "You guys'll be right outside the door, right Bobby?" She looked at Bobby with fearful eyes.
"You couldn't drag us away, Darlin'!", Bobby said, smiling. She smiled back at him, but the smile vanished when he closed the door. {Y/N} had to admit that this wasn't the best idea that she had ever come up with. To be honest, it was the dumbest of dumb ideas, but she was gonna see it through. She lit the candles and recited the incantation.
"Et ad congregandum... eos coram me!" She lit the contents of the bowl, stepped under the devil's trap, and waited. She didn't have to wait long.
Well, well,well... If it isn't Dean's little flower!", A gruff voice called from the corner of the room. "I see that you haven't wilted from your experience with the darker side of him". {Y/N} looked away and sighed.
"I'll live", She muttered. "But, I didn't call you her to talk about Dean". She twisted her fingers together trying to keep from grabbing the knife and charging at him. "I called you her to thank you for helping us. Without you I'd still be trapped in that horrible room with that monster".
"You summoned me here just to say thank you?", Crowley chuckled. "I think a card would have sufficed". He leaned against the wall in the corner with his arms folded across his chest. {Y/N} sighed trying to think of a way to get him to approach her. She stared into his eyes and he saw her breathing quicken and could hear her heart kick into second gear. He smirked at her like he knew her darkest secrets.
"If there's anything that I can do for you, just ask", She goaded. Crowley's smile widened into a full on Cheshire Cat Grin as he pushed himself away from the wall. He walked a few feet closer to her and stopped. He tilted his head and gazed at her with piecing brown eyes.
"You'll do...anything?", Crowley asked lustfully. {Y/N} only nodded. Her voice had fled when she opened her mouth. "Really?" He circled her like a shark circling a wounded fish, smelling blood in the water. "You would, let's say, let me fuck you to say thanks?" She couldn't look him in the eye when he stopped in front of her again, still outside the trap.
"Y-yes", {Y/N} stammered in a small voice. She started to unbutton her blouse slowly and Crowley licked his lips as he stared at her trembling hands. Finally {Y/N} undid the last button and opened her shirt so that it slid down her arms, but she didn't let it fall all of the way off.
"You ARE beautiful Love", Crowley groaned when he saw her breasts covered by a lacy silk bra. Her chest heaved up and down as she breathed heavily through her nose. {Y/N} stared straight ahead, not looking at him. Crowley couldn't control his lust as he stalked over to her, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her head back. He attacked her exposed neck, kissing and sucking lasciviously. {Y/N} whimpered as she struggled against him.
"GET YOUR FUCKIN' HANDS OFF HER CROWLEY!", Dean bellowed at him. Crowley growled as he lifted his head and glared at Dean with those glowing red eyes. {Y/N} brought her leg up and kneed him in the family jewels. He let go of her and crumpled to the floor. {Y/N} fell backwards, landing on her backside. She scrambled backwards and Dean grabbed her arms, helping her to her feet. "{Y/N/N} are you OK?", Dean said, looking her over. She nodded, buttoning her shirt back up and pulling the demon blade out of her pants. Crowley was still crouched on the floor holding his balls with both hands and groaning.
"That's what happens when I think with the wrong head, I suppose", Crowley growled, grimacing in pain. He winced as he stumbled back onto his feet. {Y/N} stood in front of him holding the demon blade and glaring at Crowley with murderous intent. "Why so angry pet? You could have been fucked by the most eligible bachelor in the universe!", Crowley grinned". {Y/N} scrunched up her nose in disgust. "And didn't I help save you and Squirrel there?" Crowley flicked his chin at Dean. Dean growled at being called that again. It grated on him.
"IF IT WEREN'T FOR YOU, NONE OF THAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IN THE FIRST PLACE!" {Y/N} screamed at him in rage. "YOU SICK FREAK! YOU TOLD ABBADON ABOUT ME, DIDN'T YOU?!" Crowley just smirked at her and she brought the knife down across his face. A searing red gash appeared down his left cheek. Crowley growled in pain and anger as the cut sizzled and smoldered. "DIDN'T YOU?!", {Y/N} screamed again holding the knife above her head.
"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! Yes! I told her about you", Crowley finally admitted. "I needed a way to get Dean into my service, but Dimwit over there wouldn't play by the rules!" Crowley sneered at Dean as he spoke. {Y/N}'s right hook sent him sprawling on the floor again. Crowley groaned, holding his jaw. He stood back up, rolling his jaw to make sure it was still in one piece. "Well, she's a peach to be around, isn't she?", Crowley hissed. Dean smirked at the demon.
"Oh, she's great fun! Unless you piss her off", Dean chuckled. "So I suggest you be nice". Dean's shit-eating grin made Crowley grit his teeth. Dean looked over at {Y/N} and held out his hand for the knife. {Y/N} sighed in irritation and slapped the handle of the blade into his hand. "Let's gut this Asshat and get back to our lives!" He moved in front of Crowley working himself into a pretty good rage. Crowley's eyes grew wide. Dean really meant to do it!
"HEY! WAIT! You don't want to do that mate!", Crowley yelled. He held his arms out in front of him trying to keep Dean at arms length. His breath came out in quick pants. He tried to back up, but the devil's trap kept him from going very far.
"Oh, I've never wanted anything more in my life", Dean growled, a wicked smirk on his face. His hand squeezed the handle of the knife as his other hand ran through his hair. Crowley's gaze moved down to the demon blade in Dean's hand and then back up to Dean's angry face. Crowley ran a trembling hand down his mouth trying to think of a way out of this.
"Do you know how many nasties have their eye on my thrown, hmm?", Crowley blurted out. "Some of them are even worse than me. And they don't exactly like you boys". Dean's expression suddenly became unsure and his gaze shifted down as he thought about what Crowley said. The room was thick with tension until a small hand grabbed Dean's arm. Dean looked up into {Y/N}'s frightened eyes.
"Dean, I don't want to put everyone in more danger so I can have revenge", {Y/N} whispered. "You guys are more important to me than some Asshole demon!" Dean hung his head and sighed in defeat.
"Listen to the little fucktease, Dean. It's not...", Crowley was cut off when the demon blade went whizzing through the air and sliced through Crowley's other cheek. Crowley groaned, grabbed his face, and bent forward. His cheek fizzled and smoked as he stood back up. He was seething with rage now. He straightened his tie and smoothed out his suit jacket, trying to maintain his calm.
"Watch what you say demon", Dean growled. He was right on the edge of driving the blade through Crowley's heart. He wasn't going to let anyone talk about {Y/N} like that, let alone a fuckin' demon! Crowley held up a hand and turned to {Y/N}.
"My apologies, Dove", Crowley said softly. {Y/N} just sneered at him. Crowley shrugged and turned back to Dean. "Fine! Kill me Squirrel", Crowley huffed. "But you, Moose, and the old man are not the only ones who will pay the consequences for YOUR actions!" Dean looked over at {Y/N} with wide eyes. He hadn't thought about anything coming after her if he killed Crowley. He wasn't used to worrying about anyone other than Sammy and himself.
He looked up at {Y/N} and she nodded at him with sad eyes. Sam and Bobby both nodded at him with the same expressions. Dean hated letting this Son-of-a-Bitch get away with everything he had done to them. He wanted to rip the Fucker to shreds and burn the pieces! But it looked like he would have to pick his battles. It was more important to keep {Y/N} safe.
"IF I EVER SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN, I WILL TAKE GREAT PLEASURE IN SLICING IT OFF!", Dean growled at the demon. "You should be down on your knees, thanking her! She just saved your miserable excuse for a life!"
"My thanks Darling", Crowley muttered. "Oh, and if you ever change your mind about a HELL of a shag, you have my number". Crowley's mischievous grin was met with a warning growl from Dean. Crowley straightened and cleared his throat. "It's clear that I've warn out my welcome, so if you don't mind..." Crowley looked up at the devils trapped painted on the ceiling.
Sam walked over next to Dean with a shotgun loaded with salt pellets. He aimed up at the trap and fired a single shot. The spray removed the paint off of a small section of the trap. But unfortunately for Crowley, it also sprayed small particles of salt all over the place. He screamed in pain as the particles struck his face and hands.
"THIS ISN'T OVER WINCHESTERS!", Crowley seethed and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Everyone sighed in unison. It was gonna be tough to recover from this knowing that the Bastard responsible was still out there causing all kinds of Hell! Crowley was right about one thing though. This wasn't over.
Crowley would pay, one way or another.
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