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Sundays were Dean's days, Cas took the pups to Sunday mass and Dean got to golf. However, the weather decided to be a bitch and it rained. It was alright, Dean could be lazy on the couch and catch up on the latest season of Smiley Friends. A cartoon his pups could not watch, according to Cas. Dean was halfway through the season when someone knocked on the door.
Dean checked his phone, but none of his friends or family texted. Dean hoped it was just his dad and Rowena coming over for a surprise visit and not some Bible thumper trying to sell him Jesus. Dean paused his show and forced himself off the couch. Quickly grabbing his pants and shoving his legs in as the knocking continued.
“Coming!” Dean quickly opened the door and the blood drained from his face. He felt cold, as if he had seen a ghost. In a way, he was looking at a ghost. “You're supposed to be in prison.”
“Dead, actually, but your old man failed to abide by one simple rule. Always make sure the person you're trying to kill is actually dead before you leave.” The British voice was calm, but there was rage in Crowley’s eyes. The beta had a black umbrella in his left hand, and a gun in his right.
Dean wanted to attack, but the gun was pointed right at his stomach. “So what? You're going to kill me?”
“I will unless you get your ass inside.” Dean complied and Crowley followed him in. He shut the door behind him, closed his umbrella, and looked around. “Nice place you and Castiel made for yourselves. Though, our place is better.”
“What do you want, Crowley?” Dean growled.
“Why don’t you take a seat and we’ll talk.” When all Dean did was glared at him, the beta rolled his eyes. “I’m not asking again, I will shoot you, and don’t think I won’t. Trust me, I’ll be more than happy to get back at John Winchester.”
Dean didn’t take his eyes off Crowley, but he backed away until his legs hit the couch. He slowly sat down but was about to jump right back up when Crowley started to walk towards him. Crowley gestured for Dean not to with his gun and the omega sat right back down. He bared his teeth when Crowley sat next to him and aimed the gun next to his head.
“One wrong move and I’ll decorate your living room with your brains.” Crowley warned.
“What.Do.You.Want?” Dean gritted through his teeth.
“Let’s see…” Crowley clicked his tongue, “You turned my husband against me, your dad tried to kill me, and your dad also destroyed my side business. Oh, let’s not forget that you’re playing house with my husband, my son, and the girl who was supposed to be mine. I want to swamp parenting stories. I’M HERE FOR MY REVENGE, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!”
Dean cringed at Crowley’s loud annoying voice. “So what? You kill me? You have to know that won’t make Cas love you again.”
“Oh please, I’m over that fool. Sure we had good times together, but he chose you over me and he stabbed me with a fork. Plus, I heard his mommy dearest cut him off, so yeah, not here to win him over.”
Dread washed over Dean and seeped down deep into his bones, “You’re going to kill him too?”
“Right after I put a bullet through that pretty head of yours. I want to absolutely crush his soul before I kill him.”
Panic was bubbling up, threatening to possess Dean. “M-my pups?”
“Please, I’m not a monster, I still love Jack. I raised him for the first four years of his life. Claire was supposed to be my daughter and I’m sure she’ll grow to love me, just as I’ll grow to love her.”
“You’re twisted!” Dean spat, “You can’t possibly think they would love you after you kill their parents!”
Crowley shrugged, “Claire is what? Three now? You and Castiel will fade from her memory.”
“Jack won’t forget about this.”
“Sure, he might be angry with me for a while, but once he hears the truth, he’ll forgive me and come to loath you, Castiel, and your whole family.”
Dean raised a brow, “And what truth would that be?”
“That Castiel cheated on me with you. That you had your dad try to kill me so you two could be together.”
“That’s a lie!”
“Is it?”
“You kidnapped me and tried to convince Cas to rape me!” Dean roared.
“Details, Jack doesn’t need to know them all.” Crowley settled on the couch, throwing his arm around Dean’s shoulder. “They’ll be back in what? Half an hour? Let’s pass the time, how’s my mother been? Word has it she’s been shacking up with your old man. Oh! Does that make us step-brothers? How awkward, right? My step-brother mated to my ex-husband. We should apply to the Jerry Springer Show-wait, Jerry’s dead, isn’t he?”
While Crowley blabbed on, Dean took a good look at the photos on his wall. The ones of his family, of his pups, and Dean drunk them in. It might be the last time he saw his mate and his pups’s faces. He couldn’t let his family walk in and find a gun pointed at his head. He couldn’t let his family watch him die. Dean needed to give them a fighting chance, so with one last look at a photo of him, Cas, and their two pups, he acted. He lifted his arm, knocking into Crowley’s gun, and it all happened fast. Crowley tried to point the gun back at Dean’s head and Dean grabbed Crowley’s wrists. In their struggle, they ended up on the floor and the room was filled with one single fire shot.