Brother Troubles - Crowley x Angel!Reader

An experienced demon like Crowley himself was prepared for anything. It was almost a part of the job description. Therefore it was quite a shock when he figured out just how much trouble being with you gave him. It wasn't the part where the other demons would be questioning his credibility, the way some of your morals clashed, or how he would make a deal to give a dying person 10 more years while you would simply fix whatever was wrong and move on. All those things he could take care of. After all, he was a king and those was petty problems easily solved over the dinner table. 

What could not be described as a simple matter was your family. He had met them on more than one occasion (and most hadn't gotten away alive), but it hadn't been a problem until both of you had been present.

Michael does not approve

Since neither of you had been that happy about spending time in Hell, Crowley had made sure to buy what could be called a small mansion. While he had wanted something a little on the dark side, let's say like an abandoned asylum, you had wanted someplace with fresh air and light rooms. Currently, you were sitting in the garden on the porch swing with your brother beside you. It had been years since your last talk and it was nice to see him again.

"I don't see how you can enjoy life on earth. You belong with us upstairs. We are still awaiting your return."

Even if Crowley would never tell, he held his breath for just a second awaiting your answer. Things had been a little rough between you lately and the last thing he would need was an overprotective archangel tearing down his house.

"My decision was clear. This is where I belong and I'll stay here for as long as I wish. I do not violate any rules nor pose a threat. Besides, I like it here. It's... quiet, most of the time."

"And that scum you call husband? He's a monster, a demon. He is a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature. Father would not be pleased."

There was once again a silence between the siblings. It wasn't an awkward silence as the one between two mere humans, but rather the sound of solitude as the one found in abandoned places.

"That I know, but I have sworn Crowley my loyalty. He is mine after all."

Crowley walked out from the shadows and Michael instantly tensed up as if standing face to face with the enemy. Not as much as a nod of acknowledgment was given in Crowley's direction. Instead, it was obvious that if he got the chance Michael would separate Crowley's head from the body. Yet he wouldn't. You would never allow him to. Both of them knew that.

"Then I will take my leave, little sister. Do not hesitate to call for assistance. I will let Naomi keep a line open for you."

"Thank you, Michael."

The men exchanged a glare before your brother decided to transport himself to... where ever he needed to go. Probably home, but you never knew. Crowley soon claimed the seat which Michael had formerly been sitting in.

"Your brother isn't exactly thrilled about the circumstances."

You laughed. While Michael would always be one to keep the troops in order, you hardly kept a stern look for more than a couple of minutes. Crowley would affectionately call you the angel of compassion with your light attitude and complete disregard for anything remotely monotonous. It seemed your brother was able to make you sit quietly for quite some time, which was a remarkable achievement.

"Nah, he's just pissed I left him to take care of things upstairs. I swear it's like a kindergarten. A brother of mine was starting to interfere with the timeline because of some heavenly plan he didn't agree with. Can you believe it?"

"Well, I know an angel who does not care much for rules. Especially any rules dictating her choices..." Crowley trailed off while giving you one of those incredible smirks. His eyes held that mischievous look that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

"Like you are any better," you answered placing a kiss on your husband's cheek.

Gabriel would like to have a say

There was a soft knock on the hotel door giving you enough time to pull the covers closer to you. Crowley walked out of the bathroom covered in nothing but a towel. As he sent you a questioning look, the door flew off its hinges. 

"Housekeeping," a cheerful voice declared. It belonged to the most flirtatious, unpredictable, and goofy being you had ever encountered. Yes, it was indeed your brother Gabriel. He had been the last to be created before you and as such he was the sibling you had had the closest relationship to.

"One of yours?" Crowley eyed Gabriel suspiciously. At least none of them had a weapon pointed at the other. Instead, Gabriel answered Crowley's glare with a smirk. 

"Cover yourself. That is no look for my innocent baby sister's eyes," Gabriel said as he moved over to the bed, which you hadn't left.

"Yep, he's mine. What are you doing here, Gabe?"

"Just look out for my darling (y/n). How long has it been? A century? A millennium?"

As Crowley moved to grab his clothes Gabriel did a flick of his wrist. Where your husband once had stood there was nothing but vast air. You couldn't exactly say you were surprised. Instead, you patted for Gabriel to come sit with you.

"Merely a week. Seriously, where did you send him off to?"

"Back to Hell. Where else?"

"Gabriel!"

"Okay, I sent him to Antarctica. Almost the same. Though there aren't any penguins in Hell. Or snow. Meh, he'll be alright."

You shook your head with a visible smile. One could always count on him to bring laughter to the party. And he was right. Crowley would be alright, cold and furious but otherwise fine. If you weren't wrong he would be popping right back in about a minute or so from now. Gabriel started to laugh before looking at you with those glittering eyes.

"Can we just take a moment of silence for all my wasted potential? I would have made an amazing wizard."

"Y'know, I miss the first days where it was just Dad, the big bros, and you. Things were simpler when it was just the six of us. How come I wasn't invited to the wedding? Did you even call any of us?"

"Who said I ever married him?"

Gabriel cooed as he couldn't help but give you a tight hug and a little too forceful pat on the head. Very brotherly of him. Muffled grunts of annoyance were accompanied by your attempt to shake him of you.

"Stop it. Gabe, stop. Argh."

"Look at my little sister. Taking advantage of guys and bringing people to their knees. I can't say I'm surprised. Only the best of the best for you. Or worst in this case. Just don't attract any STDs or I will fry his ass. You never know with those types."

"Gabe, stop!"

After a bit of teasing (and you almost hitting him on the shoulder), he finally let go. Your hair was a mess - well, a bigger mess than before his visit - and your face was all red and puffy. Gabriel didn't have a scratch and was laughing in fits whenever he looked at your annoyed expression. Just as you had expected Crowley reappeared in the room, frowning and slightly blue with teeth clappering.

"I guess I missed the point of the joke," he muttered finally getting to his clothes and hurrying for the bathroom. Never in your long life had you seen Crowley hastily move anywhere, so this was a first. You had kind of doubted if it was even possible for him to move any faster than a slightly sped up version of walking, the one he would use to get away from his advisors when he got bored. Gabriel removed a tear from his eye.

"Okay, I'll try to stop. But how in Heaven did you manage to get that close to him of all the twisted souls you could encounter?"

"Easily. My wits and great personality," you wiggled your eyebrows sending Gabriel into yet another wave of laughs. This time, you couldn't help but join in. Fully clothed Crowley was looking at the two of you with his arms crossed. One would have expected him to be just a tad bit nervous about the setting. After all, he was in the presence of two mighty angels and one of them had a knack for pranking the ones around him.

"I would prefer it if we could cut this visit short. We are in Vegas after all and (y/n) and I did have plans for the evening," Crowley said unamused.

"Oh, sure my sister would prefer for me to stick around. I know this place like the back of my hand. The restaurant just a few blocks down the street has some of the most amazing meals you could wish for."

"Alone."

Gabriel turned to you with a knowing look that made his eyes turn dark. You never feared for your own life (why would you?), but sometimes you certainly feared for Crowley's wellbeing. This was one of those times. While Gabriel was usually carefree and one for laughter, he certainly could take the position as the big brother. A very protective big brother. Very.

"Hold my halo and turn around, (y/n). No one is going to defile my baby sister. I'll make him change his mind and then we can go grab something to eat."

"Let go of him, Gabe. Don't you dare point that blade at my husband."

"Don't ruffle the suit. Hey, all we wanted was to have some privacy before going back to business. You could at least give us that."

"Oh, I'll give you plenty once I get my hands on you."

"Gabriel, I swear to our father that if you don't stop right now I will hunt you down."

Castiel is somewhat okay with it

Sometimes your siblings came to visit you, other times it was you coming to rescue your husband. It was usually a quick in-and-out, but this time, you could help but stop and stare at the scene in front of you.

"(Y/n)?"

"Hello, brother. Why are you strangling my husband?"

The brown-haired vessel containing Castiel let go instantly. While his frown was directed at Crowley, his eyes kept glancing towards you. The two simple humans across the room were searching frantically for some kind of weapon almost not moving their eyes from you. It was quite certain Castiel had warned them about the less merciful ways of angels. With a swift motion of your hand, you made their weapons move beyond their reach. Crowley kept rubbing his neck as if he had been unable to breathe. 

"Right on time, darling. I was just-umpf!"

If the atmosphere had been filled with tension before, it was gone now. You assumed the humans with the dumb expressions were the Winchester brothers. Whenever Crowley had been working with them, he would complain for hours about how incapable they were off doing their job. Yet it was a common fear amongst demons to encounter those two. They didn't seem like much to you, though.

"What are you staring at?" you asked while steadying Crowley's unconscious body. It was as if they had never seen someone gotten knocked out before.

"It's just... wow. You better teach me that one," the shorter of the brothers said with a tone clearly showing he was impressed. You couldn't help but smirk.

"It is classified information. Castiel, I see your questioning gaze. Spit it out."

"Why did you hit him?" he asked after making sure you hadn't killed the demon.

"I thought there was a good reason for you to strangle him. Now, do you have a devil's trap or something cause I'm not going to carry him much longer?"

As expected, Crowley wasn't exactly pleased when he woke up again tied to a chair with the Winchesters waiting. To make matters worse you had left. It was with a scowl that his eyes met the mocking ones of Dean's.

"Your wife is one tough nail."

"You have no idea. When she's mad; even the demons run for cover..."

"(Y/n) is known to hold the position as teacher in Heaven and has served as the judge when Michael hasn't been present," Castiel explained earning an irritated look from Crowley and a raised brow from Dean. Sam was currently researching on the computer only to look up with a questioning expression.

"So she is one of the Principalities?" 

"Not one of them. The one. How did you think the Roman Empire kept functioning? Because she freaking said so. Apparently, she liked their art. So all of those people related to anyone in the Roman Empire is alive right now - because of her. Actually, you should probably thank her," Crowley announced as if they had not only insulted but also degraded either you or him. It wasn't exactly easy to tell with the scowl on his face.

"But the almighty queen so kindly left you here with us, so we better get started before she decides the time is up," Dean said holding up a piece of paper in front of Crowley. What he did not see was the nervous twitching of the angel behind him. Castiel wasn't exactly sure if working with Crowley was such a great idea seeing as you had taken a liking in the demon. If it had been any other angel he would have scoffed it off and found some kind of way, but with you things were... different. Only God knew what you would do to them if Crowley somehow got harmed. It would not be pretty.

However, he had had no need to worry as Crowley found out later. To put it in a simple way; you didn't care.

"Oh, you are already home? Have the boys been good? And how about my brother?" you asked, hiding your smile behind a book.

"They are as the always are. You, however, you abandoned me. No warning, no nothing. Why?"

"Honey, I love you enough to pretend I love you all the time."

Lucifer has his own agenda

"I'm only going to ask you one more time. Where is my sister?"

Crowley was flung against the other wall with just a flick of Lucifer's wrist, making Crowley fall to the ground in pain once again. He didn't even bother to try to get up anymore no less speak.

"You know, it doesn't surprise me that she chose you. She always had an affinity for the wickedest of all creations. Seems like she finally came to her senses and went home or shall we make a little test? Sounds fun, right?"

Somehow Lucifer had managed to open the Cage and finally had gotten enough space to stretch his wings. As he had headed for the main area (or what he thought to be it - his mind had become quite cloudy concerning any spatial outstretch that wasn't his old cell) he had made the way into what could resemble a throne room. To Lucifer's great amusement the King of Hell was home and he would be perfect for satisfying the Archangel's growing interest in knowing your whereabouts. You knew he had been in the Cage and yet had denied to help him escape. But he was willing to let it pass. He had seen it as a stupid decision made on the grounds that you somehow had come to fancy the demon that he now was willing to kill to get your coordinates.

"She left me a bloody week ago!"

Lucifer smirked before turning around, eyes studying a painting that portrayed your smiling appearance in front of a beautiful garden. Though the colors were dark and the painting almost grayed out it still stood out compared to the dull and dusty room.

"But you still know where she is. Tell me, how come you claim she left you yet still have her picture hanging right in front of all to see? Even some thing like you cannot be that obsessed. It borders on creepy."

Soon a flutter of wings and what can only be described as a combination between the loudness of thunder and the sound of someone punching a wall echoed throughout the room as the light flickered on and off. The bright white grace shone through your eyes as you tried to stand straight in the crater that had appeared in the middle of the room.

"That was not very GRACE-ful of you, (y/n)," Crowley said as he dusted his coat off. Seeing as you were to stand against your brother Crowley had felt safe enough to stand up - as long as you stood in front of him.

"Eat salt, Crowley." After gaining balance you turned to your brother who took a few steps towards you with open arms. "I'm here. Quit tormenting my husband and state your purpose."

"Oh, I came for you, dear little sister. You see, I need your help. I can't exactly waltz back upstairs without a good second-in-command. Someone who they won't try to smite at first sight."

"You put yourself in that position, you will have to figure it out by yourself. I'm not going anywhere and neither are you!"

The room was lit up by the white grace that quickly moved through every vein. It was like watch every star directing their light through your body. Quite terrifying, actually. Even Crowley decided it would be better to seek cover behind some bookcases where it was still possible to watch the little standoff unfold.

"You can't be serious about this, (y/n). We both know how this will end and I have no intention of harming you if we take back what was rightfully ours."

"Watch me, brother. It will be the last time you will be prancing around with that attitude."

Two burning stars were standing in the room competing to be the brightest. While Crowley knew you would usually carry around your blade he had the feeling you would never use it against those closest to you. Not even in the line of a potential death threat. Instead, the two lights clashed in some cosmic consumption of energy, unleashing every withheld anger that had buildup through the ages. 

It was enough for Crowley to initiate the safety plan. Somehow no one had ever thought of setting up some kind of protocol in case Lucifer would escape from his cage - it wouldn't be possible to stop him anyway. However, if one were able to use your powers as a wall long enough to get him back inside... that would be a whole different story. As brilliant and foreseeing as Crowley claimed himself to be that was exactly what he had managed to do right now. Shuffling through the books he found a box that contained a bundle of things with different ancient origin.

When the two of you had come up with the safety plan, you had used a good half year to gather the materials. Some were easy to find, others had to be spotted and then retrieved from the past. Like the straw from baby Jesus' crib, a Hand of God in terms of Moses' shoes, and a feather of a dove burned by lightning on the seventh day of May in the year 1671. Crowley lit it all on fire.

You aimed for Lucifer's head not realizing that he had found a much more convenient target. One punch after the other was directed at your stomach, making you blindly try to hit him any place vital. The closer to his grace the better. After bouncing back and forth for a couple of minutes within the room Crowley's small fire died out and a roar could be heard. While the fire had no effect on Lucifer your grace changed its color to an icy blue combination. This sudden power up not only made for a good distraction, but it also made you powerful enough to grab your brother and force both of you downstairs into the open cage. You had managed to smash Lucifer into the floor and crawling with your fingernails you managed to get out of the cage before you sealed it with the last bit of power. With your grace at its lowest, you fell to the floor coughing up bloody patches.

"You have no idea what you just did, little sister."

In the locked cage, Lucifer had gotten on his knees with fire burning in his eyes and a sly smile. Not only was he filled with rage, but you knew he wasn't done with you yet. He would find a way to get out of the cage, be it a coincidence or not. You could do nothing but stare at the ground your nose was buried into.

"I wouldn't say so. She is far too clever to not have thought of every possible outcome. (Y/n) darling, you were magnificent out there. Better get yourself some rest, though."

You didn't actually hear those words as you were passed out on the floor from the weak grace inside of you. However, Crowley would ever so slightly bring it up in a conversation every once in a while. It would take time for your grace to return to its usual levels - if it was even possible. Some days Crowley would put aside his duties to check on you. 

"But I needed to punch him. He had it coming for quite some time," you whispered from under the covers.

"You are too reckless for your own good. It's not like I could have helped you out of this mess."

"Aww, you were worried for me. Such a softie."

"At least I'm not the one laying idle in bed. Feeling better, darling?" Crowley lifted the covers to look at your bruised body. It was easy to forget just how much it was possible for a human to bruise (especially since they would die before the current state of your body). Needles and pins of grace kept you stitched together, but it was tiring, to say the least. Most of the time you would just have to pass out and even at some point, you let the human soul take hold of the body again, simply because you were too tired. Not that the human would go anywhere. Crowley snaked his arms around you into an embrace.

"Maybe it would be better for you in Heaven. Surely, some of the winged-asses would know how to quicken your recovery. We'll get you home. Any place would be better for you than this dark room."

"My home isn't 4 walls. It's two eyes and one twisted soul."

You were clutching your side in an attempt to minimize the pain. It had been such a long time since you last felt this awful. Like someone had put a hand through your skin and grabbed a handful of your intestines to pull out. At least you were breathing and in the safe arms of the only man you truly trusted out of all existing organisms.

"From now on, I just want do boring things with you. Like being held down by marriage. But it will have to wait until things have returned to normal."

"Ain't that just the proposal every girl wants?"

And Dad just wants you to be happy (or at least he will pretend to)

"Are you happy with your life, (y/n)?"

"Yes. Why wouldn't I be?" you asked without moving you gaze from the roses you were tending. The weather in spring had been quite mild and the dark red roses bloomed as if they were small stabs in the otherwise green flowerbed. You couldn't help but giggle to yourself. Being around Crowley surely changed perspective.

"It's just not every day one of the Heavenly Hosts finds happiness with a twisted human soul. Look at it from my perspective; he's the King of Hell. Not exactly the most attractive position."

"I know, I live with him. He's my husband."

"Do you know how much trouble I had while putting you together? The months I put into creating you? Your brothers kept interrupting; they wanted to have a say in how their baby sister would end up."

"Yeah, they never stopped treating me like the little sister."

"All I'm saying is that I want you to be happy."

"Thanks, Dad. I am. I love you."

"I love you, too."