Pairing: Mooseley (Sam x Crowley) / Wincest (Sam x Dean)
Rating: 18+
Tags: crack, omegaverse, Alpha!Crowley, Omega!Sam, Demon!Dean, mentions of Wincest
Word Count: 650
Created for: @spnkinkbingo – Mooseley | @spnabobingo – Small Statured Alpha | @j3bingo – Cronut
A/N: Unbeta’d. This is basically nonsense, I don’t know what I can say to defend this. I blame kink bingo.
“Stop messin’ around Crowley!” Sam growled. “I want my brother back!”
“Oh, Moosey,” Crowley tutted mournfully, “I’m afraid that’s a rather tall order, even for you,” the shorter man smirked.
“Come on, you’re the King of Hell,” Sam rolled his eyes. “You’re a demon – make me a deal.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that,” Dean grinned maliciously from his seat at the bar, knocking back another whiskey.
“You, want a deal for that?” Crowley checked incredulously, pointing at Dean, who was now stuffing a cronut into his mouth. “Hardly even worth a year of someone’s life if we’re honest,” he muttered, more to himself than Sam.
“Make me a deal, Crowley,” Sam threatened, clicking the safety off the Colt. Crowley didn’t look at all concerned by the increased threat of being shot. Instead, a cold mirth slunk over his face, which Sam tried very hard not to let unnerve him.
“Dean, darling,” Crowley simpered, turning to his compatriot. “Do you recall that offer you made me a few weeks ago? About sharing your toys?” Crowley’s eyebrow quirked and Dean’s face lit up with a nasty kind of glee that scared Sam more than anything else that had happened so far that night.
“Have at ‘im, man,” Dean made a sweeping gesture in Sam’s direction before reaching for another cronut.
“Well then, here’s your deal Samantha. You and I have a little ménage à deux, and then you can run after your brother for as long as he’ll have you – no more interference from little old me.” Crowley smiled wickedly.
“I– what?” Sam hadn’t grasped at all what Crowley was asking of him.
“He wants to mount you, baby bro,” Dean spoke up to clarify, the same wicked happiness in his face as Crowley’s. “Bump uglies, twerk and tie, going down to knot-tow–”
“Yes, I think that’s quite enough from you, cronut face,” Crowley cut across Dean, irritatedly, then turned back to Sam. “So, whaddyou say, Moose?”
“Wait, you’re an Alpha?” Sam finally lands on this question, out of all the ones flying around his head. He was having trouble comprehending the concept that Crowley wanted to fuck him, let alone fuck him in exchange for giving him Dean back – who was usually the one doing the fucking and the knotting with Sam.
“Yes, Sam, I am an Alpha,” Crowley huffed, mildly offended.
“It was part of his demon deal,” Dean laughed. “What’s the point of selling your soul for an extra big cock if you’re the one taking it up the ass anyhow?” Crowley shot Dean a wounded look and Sam tried hard to fight back a laugh.
“So,” Sam choked on another chuckle and cleared his throat to try again. “Let me get this straight,” Dean snorted at the unintentional pun and Sam steadfastly ignored him. “I sleep with you, you give me Dean back?”
“With a bow on top,” Crowley grinned.
Sam considered his options for a few moments and then shrugged, clicking the safety back on his gun and setting it on the table. He walked over to where Dean was sitting at the bar, holding his gaze as he poured himself a large measure of whiskey and shooting it back in one. Still keeping eye contact with Dean, Sam reached for his belt and undid it swiftly, pushing down his jeans and boxers in one go and leaning against the barstool next to his brother so his ass was at a better height for Crowley’s shorter stature.
“You trying to make me jealous, Sammy?” Dean smirked down at Sam as Crowley sauntered up behind him, undoing his own trousers. Sam smiled back at Dean, doing his best to ignore Crowley, who was starting to finger him open with spit slick fingers.
“I know you miss this, Dean. And I already told you, I’m gonna do whatever it takes to get you back.”
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