This Should Be Cannon

this should be cannon

pov: you interrupted his slumber party with spider-man

based on this

Not a fix-it. They just fuck. A fux-it.

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Happiest of borths Draco Malfoy! When my grandfather told me that septum piercings weren't for intelligent, beautiful people, I thought of using your famous quote:

"My father will hear about this!"

Somehow Supernatural

Chapter 5: Witch Women Run The World

Summary: Casey meets Rowena.

Tags: oc!character, teen!oc, superpowered!oc, gn!oc, pretty witch, mother/son relationship (between Crowley and Rowena)

A/N: This chapter is pretty short cause I can't drag things out for the life of me. I'm working on it, I swear.

Crowley wasn’t lying. He didn’t drive here, someone else drove him. I mean, if I was the ruler of Hell, I wouldn’t drive myself around either… but as the ruler of a badass realm, couldn’t he have gotten something cooler than a car? 

I would usually just ask, but I decided against it. He may have been nice to me so far, but I don’t wanna piss him off. He’s still a demon and could most definitely beat my ass. I am not up for that smoke.

“So… where are we going?” I was sat in the left-side seat in the back of Crowley’s car. Crowley was sitting right next to me.

“I don’t know if you can handle Hell yet,” I sat up straighter in my seat, “So we’re going somewhere that I own, but it’s on Earth.”

I was kinda disappointed that he thought I couldn’t handle Hell. I had seen his throne room plenty of times while watching the show. I had even seen the dungeons. Being there in real life couldn’t be that different. Plus, I wanted to see Rowena. She hung out in Hell by the time Sam and Dean lived in the bunker, right?

“Um…” I started. I wanted to ask the King of Hell about his mother, but I wasn’t sure how he’d react. I mean, they didn’t have the best track record.

“Spit it out, child,” Crowley commented nonchalantly.

“I - um… am I gonna get to meet Rowena?”

Crowley’s head snapped to mine, “How do you know my mother?” He asked suspiciously.

“Well,” Again, I didn’t feel like it was the safest option to tell people about how they were in a show that I binged so, I responded with, “I’m just a big fan of hers.”

Crowley didn’t look fully convinced, but he let it drop. I was glad. I’m not all that good with confrontation, so I probably would have let the truth spill if he kept pestering me.

We didn’t talk for the rest of the ride. I just stared out of the window and sometimes took a look in the rearview mirror to see whoever was driving. Obviously, it was a demon. I’m assuming he was low-ranked. Every time we locked eyes, he would make his eyes turn black. I don’t know if he thought he was scary or what. It was kind of embarrassing on his part.

It had been about an hour car ride before we finally came to a stop. I was itching to get out. The excitement of riding in the same car as the ruler of Hell had worn off by the 25-minute mark. I never liked riding in cars much because, in my original body, I was pretty tall so it was always uncomfortable. In the body I had now, I could stretch out and stuff but, my ass was so fucking boney. I couldn’t feel it and it was starting to be really uncomfy.

So, yeah, I’m glad we finally made it to our destination.

Which was a… warehouse? Really, Crowley? So original. It was pretty big and it didn't look that run down. There were a few people - sorry demons - walking around. Not sure what they were doing, but they looked busy.

“Child,” Crowley called back to me. I was looking around like a kid in a candy store, so I didn’t notice that Crowley had walked halfway to the warehouse doors.

I ran to keep up.

Running hurt my knees which hurt my heart. How could this body not allow me to run without any pain? I loved running. Running was my thing. The only sport my parents put me in that I actually liked. I was good at it. 

Welp, at least I had magic or some shit.

Two demons opened the door for Crowley and me. I felt like I was the King of Hell. 

I looked around the expansive interior of the building. It didn’t look like a warehouse at all. It looked like a crappy ballroom… which was a compliment. The floors were splintery wood, the walls were a tan color, the windows were draped with red floor-to-ceiling curtains, and there was a throne. The throne sat a couple of steps up from the rest of the room, and it looked like it was already occupied.

I turned to see Crowley’s face. He looked mildly annoyed.

“Mother, get out of my chair,” he huffed.

At his words, a short redhead stood from the throne. She was wearing a flowing emerald green dress that had intricate patterns sewn in made of jewels. Her fire-red hair was in a half-up-half-down hairstyle which did wonders for her jawline. She looked magical, and she was.

“Holy fucking shit on a brick,” I mouthed breathlessly. 

“Such a foul mouth for such a small little thing,” Rowena chuckled at me.

Not being able to stop myself I said, “Says you.”

I clamped my mouth shut thinking I messed up big time and that I was gonna die from a painful hex, but the witch just smiled. 

“Such a fierce soul,” She placed her hand on her hip, “I like it.”

Oh my god. Oh my god! Oh my god! Rowena, the most beautiful and most powerful witch in existence, just said she liked me. Me! I am most definitely moving up in the world.

“Mother, this child has powers,” Crowley gestured to me like I was on display, “They have the potential to be as strong as you. They just need a teacher.”

Crowley wants his mother to teach me? 

“I’m assuming you want me to teach them?” Rowena asks with a raised eyebrow.

It didn’t seem like she was too on board with the idea. I know in the show she usually does things only if they benefit her, and making another person who is just as strong as her doesn’t really seem like a benefit. I mean, I know that I would never ever ever try to attack someone like Rowena, but she just met me. She’ll probably say no.

“Hmm, I don’t see why not.”

I started jumping around like I was on an invisible pogo stick. Or like a frog. I wasn’t really trying to imitate anything; I was just excited. I can’t believe I would be getting trained by Rowena to hone my magic skills. Magic skills. I never thought I would have magic, but here I am. Having magic. Jumping around in one of Crowley’s hideouts. 

…embarrassing myself in front of the most powerful witch in the world.

I stopped jumping, “Thank you for the opportunity, ma’am.”

“Ma’am?” Rowena put a hand to her chest, “I’m not that old-”

“Yes, you are,” mumbled Crowley.

“Shut your mouth, boy.” From the glare that Rowena was giving him, Crowley shut up quick, “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, you can just call me Rowena.”

I gave the witch a smile, “Okay, Rowena.”

With that, Rowena turned to her son, “Are we heading to Hell now?”

“That’s not a good idea Mother-”

“They can handle it just fine. Right?”

I wasn’t sure what I could handle. I didn’t know if I was gonna die from shock or melt to ash, but one thing is for sure: I was gonna take the risk. Who doesn’t want to get a trailer of the place they’re going to go when they die?

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” I announced. I started to steel myself for what was to come.

“...alright,” Crowley finally conceded.

With a snap of his fingers, we were off.

A/N: TO HELL! Nothing bad will happen... right??

I'm late, I'm sorry! Happy birthday David Tennant. I know you came first but I found MGG before you, but you're still great. Loved you in GO.