Description: Jason didn't have a crush on you. That changed when he learned you punched Lucifer in the face once.

Request: Hiya! If it's possible could you do a Raven like reader with Robin!jason... something maybe with Young justice (like the reader is similar to Raven with the whole "creepy" stuff and secretness and powers n all)

Words: 1820

Notes: Sorry I turned this into a Supernatural thing XD. It was one of my first fandoms so I gotta pay some homage. If you haven't seen Supernatural this is going to make 0% sense. I strayed a little from the request (and this is mostly about the reader instead of her relationship with Jason), so I am so sorry if you dislike it! I just had an idea and it just... boom. Hit me. And when I have an idea like this one, I MUST write it. Even if it's terrible.

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Jason hears the words "don't go in her room" leave Dick's mouth, and the present boy wonder decides to do the exact opposite.

What Jason expects from the dark, reserved, demon-related member of the team is exactly what she is; dark, reserved, and demonic. Pretty threatening too, and apparently the most experienced hero among them... you even had a few crime-fighting years (or something-fighting years) on Dick. Not to mention, you also happened to be the most drop-dead gorgeous girl Jason Todd had ever had the honor of meeting.

What Jason gets is a stark contrast to his assumptions. Instead of a darkly-lit room, every wall layered in emo band posters, the carpets and bedding black, Jason Todd finds out that you're normal. Or as normal as Y/N Winchester can be.

The bedding is plaid and unmade, the shelf above your desk lined with journals and vintage books. It looks like a hotel room, or maybe a lodge bedroom. Jason is incredulous as he picks up a photo settled on your desk. You are young, sitting on an old classic car with two boys and absolutely beaming. It was unsettling since you rarely smiled at all, and when you did it was at odd times—like when he tripped and almost fell down the stairs, which made you laugh too. Regardless of his own embarrassment, he couldn't help but think... damn, what a beautiful laugh.

Pfff. Jason didn't have a crush.

Jason certainly didn't have a crush on the girl who could collapse a sniper rifle faster than you could say "don't shoot". No, not the girl who was never unnerved or scared, always prepared, a master of acting and going undercover. Definitely not the girl with the last name and reputation that sent people running. Not the girl who, just last night, talked to the apparent "King of Hell" like they were old friends.

LAST NIGHT | GOTHAM CITY HARBOUR

"It's some kind of alien language..." Dick started. He rubbed his finger against the substance that it was painted in, and didn't have to do much research to know what it was."It's written in blood."

"Enochian. And in angel blood." Y/N corrected him, stroking the strange sigils. Dick glances back at the rest of the team, Zatanna in particular,"Anybody know this language? Zatanna? Kaldur?"

Y/N raised a finger in indication for everyone to wait, fishing something out of the small bag she kept on her. She pulled out her leather journal—the one with dozens of notes and bookmarks, colorful tabs and hasty font. She says nothing as she scans the pages filled with cryptic drawings. The team has learned not to question much of what Y/N does, and Wally even spies what she's flipping through over her shoulder without being scolded. Everyone gathers around you in attempt to see what you're reading, the distant crashing of Gotham's river filling everyone's ears.

Y/N pulls a note from between the pages detailing everything she—or whoever gave her the book—knows about angels. Before she closes the pages, Jason spots a crudely drawn man in what he can guess is a trenchcoat, labeled "Cas". It's as Y/N is comparing the note's words to the shipping crates message does Artemis speak up on M'gann's telepathic com-link,"I'm not seeing anyone."

Wally whizzes off to accompany Artemis in her area of observation atop one of the dock's buildings. Jason questions,"Did you figure it out?" He asked. Y/N's expression hardens, and before anyone can react properly a silver blade slips into her grasp from the depths of her sleeve, and she whirls around just in time to hold the tip to the invader's throat.

Everyone on the team jumps into fighting stances, but no one moves unless Y/N does. Jason already has a Batarang raised above his head. The only reason he doesn't throw it is that your other hand plants on his chest and places him behind you protectively.

The man, who is rugged but stylishly plump at the same time, wears a deep black suit with red accents. Something about him puts everyone off. Hesitantly, he breaks the heavy silence while meeting eyes with your weapon,"Is that... an archangel's blade?"

You don't lower your weapon, but your stance relaxes. You shrugged, being causal for the first time in forever,"I nabbed it off of Raphael when he croaked." You said."Well, after I died first, anyway." You added, like that was a normal thing people said.

"Was that your fifth or sixth time?" The man asked. You shrugged,"I've lost count."

"Hey, as much as I love to hear you talk about death, Y/N, who is this guy?" Jason spoke up. The man now seems to be aware of everyone else's presence, and watches Jason with an odd look. It disappears as he smiles and bows,"Crowley. The king of hell, at your service."

"What?" Dick whispered beneath his breath. Conner shrugs.

"Now, mouse, what in hell's name are you doin' hanging out with a lot a' bloody clowns in fancy costumes?" Crowley questioned, folding his hands in a business-esque manner. You finally lowered your sword, but you still kept your other arm protectively in front of Jason. His skin flushes where he makes contact with you. Crowley tilts his head and nods at Jason,"And really, Robin? I would have at least though' you had higher standards when it came to men, darling. What would your brothers think?"

You squeezed the handle of your blade, evenly staring at the the king of hell,"One; they're not clowns, they're my friends. I'm working with them because I want to. And most of them dress better than you." You held up a single finger,"Two; I'm not dating Robin. And Sam would respect my decision, then Dean would probably ask if he could meet Batman."

Crowley opens his mouth to argue, but then he considers your statement and nods. You gestured to the angelic language bled into the shipping crate behind you,"Now, what is this all about?"

Crowley sighs heavily,"Long story short, I needed your help. Figured that—" He points at the wall,"—would get your attention."

"Um... what does it say?" M'gann asked slowly, watching the exchange with a muddled mind.

"The pit calls upon the true vessel of Gabriel, the prophet of truth and she who struck down Lucifer." You translated. You glanced around smugly, explaining through the heavy blanket of confusion over the team,"Basically, it's talking about how I'm the Archangel Gabriel's host, and the chick who punched Lucifer in the face once."

"Oh my god," Zatanna gasped (you quietly corrected her "Chuck" under your breath),"You're a Winchester-Winchester. The hunters. Like Sam, Dean, and... Y/N Winchester. Holy shit. You're a legend—you put Lucifer back in the cage, you stopped the actual apocalypse! You fight actual monsters!"

You smirk back at her,"I know. It's the family business."

"Wait, what's so big about Y/N's last name again?" Conner wondered. Zatanna watched you with wide eyes."The Winchesters are the firewall between light and darkness. They're basically the most important family in the history of... everything."

"Thanks." You said honestly, while Dick and Conner said the same thing in a sarcastic manner.

"Wait, wait, wait," Wally rushed in, setting Artemis unto the ground. She swiftly aimed her bow at Crowley, who made an odd face at the threat. Wally raises his hands,"...What? Can you just, I dunno, explain everything that's going on ever?"

"No time." Y/N dropped her arm from its stance in front of Jason, stepping to stand beside Crowley,"We have to go." You looked and Dick and Jason seriously,"If I don't come back or call soon, then assume I'm dead and literally start praying to an angel named Castiel. If three buff guys don't show up at Mount. Justice, then bury me. Nice knowing you."

Before Crowley can set his hand on your shoulder, Jason jumps,"Wait! Hold on, where are you going? What just happened? Are you really just leaving with the king of hell?"

You dismiss Jason's words with a wave, nodding smoothly,"He's an old friend. Besides, I've dealt with Crowley and... whatever this is... before." Gently, you put a hand on his shoulder and softly added,"Don't worry."

"Are you sure you two aren't dating?" Crowley questioned, readying his fingers to snap. You glared at him, reluctantly hooking arms,"Don't make me exorcise you." And then they were gone.

NOW | MOUNT JUSTICE | Y/N WINCHESTER'S ROOM.

With the sudden flutter of feathers, Jason is on high alert. He hears your voice in the hallway, hand already grasping and twisting the knob,"Well," You croaked tiredly,"Thanks for the lift, Cassie. I'm gonna go... take a... nap." You stumbled upon entering the room, but the moment you see his back something within you flicks on. Suddenly an arm is wrapped around Jason's throat and he's overwhelmed with the scent of blood. Something cold—a gun barrel—greets his temple. You hiss,"What... are you doing... in my room?"

And then you promptly collapsed.

Great.

After the man with the trench coat and gravelly voice assured that Jason was capable of taking care of a broken, bruised, and bloodied you, he delivered a line like "I can't heal her because of my grace blah blah blah" and left. Just... poof. Gone.

Now, you sat in the bathroom connected to your room. Jason patiently stitched a wound on your shoulder as you explained where you had gotten it from—something about a group of rogue demons, with a lot of confusing terms Jason didn't understand. Regardless, he sat and listened, suddenly seeing his crush under a different light. He had always known you were complicated... but damn. When he finally manages to get you to open up and explain he's blown away. Angels, demons, monsters and actual Satan? Damn. You were sixteen. How did you go through all of this already?

The only reason you had given in to his prying was the fact that you had been absolutely done for when he had begun to patch you up. Now that he was almost ready to clean up, you were right-minded. So when you turn to him abruptly and ask him a question, he's a little startled,"Do you wanna go out on a date with me?"

You nudge him when he begins to try and make excuses,"Oh, don't act like you don't have a massive crush on me, Jason Todd." You smirked, getting up off of the bathroom sink's counter and stepping toward the door,"If your answer's yes, then meet me at the donut shop by the beach tomorrow afternoon."

You sweetly kiss his cheek and smile at him. It's so beautiful his heart almost stops."See you later, boy wonder."