An art commission of Crowley for the wonderful @dmsilvisart ! ♥ You asked for Crowley being his best self, and I think “Hellhound Papa Crowley” is one of my favorite parts of him ever, so I hope adding a bunch of shadowy hounds is okay. I know they’re not handy to color, but since colorable Crowley was the initial idea, hopefully they just frame him and make any colors really pop. ♥
Demon, angel, and two wayward brothers, and who looks the most like they should have a halo here? The King of Hell.
Is this thing even on…?
(This Crowley was a warmup BEFORE the rest of the pic, but when I took the layer off invis he just looked like he was checking the camera. So we have an “outtake.”)
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Dean struggled against his unseen
attacker, but whoever – or whatever – it was, was much stronger.
“Sam!” Dean yelled, still
struggling. “Sammy! Please!” His
attacker stood firm, unmoved by Dean’s attempts to pull free. Sam lay still in
the darkness, leaving Dean alone with the unknown man. But the man didn’t try
to hurt Dean. He just held him still.
“Dammit, who are you? What did you
do to Sam? Where are we?”
The man just laughed. The laugh was familiar.
“Crowley?” Dean said, stunned.
“In the flesh,” said the demon, as
he set Dean down back on the ground. “At least I think it’s flesh. I can’t see
a bloody thing around here.”
Dean was mostly too shocked at
seeing – well, hearing – Crowley again, so he just said, “where the hell are
we?”
“It’s not hell, that’s for sure. But
I think you know where we are, Dean. I think you’ve known since you got here.”
“Shit.” said Dean softly. He knelt
down and felt around for his brother. He found him right by his feet, still
breathing, still unresponsive. Dean reached up and grabbed Crowley’s jacket,
pulling him down beside him.
“What’s wrong with Sam?” asked Dean
softly. “He won’t wake up.”
Crowley put his hand out and found
Dean’s, who led him to Sam’s body.
Crowley touched him, trying to get a feel for something.
“Do you even have any power here?”
Crowley merely sighed. “Not that I’ve
found yet. But I’ll try what I can for Moose here.”
Dean lifted Sam’s head and placed it
in his lap, brushing back his hair and hoping he would just wake up.
Time passed strangely here. Neither
Dean nor Crowley could determine how long they had been here.
“Did you not make it out of that
blasted apocalypse world? My sacrifice was for nothing?”
“No Crowley. You’ve been dead almost
a year. We made it out. So did Lucifer. Actually, it’s a long story.”
“Apparently we have time.” Crowley
paused. “A year? Bloody hell.” He removed his hand from Sam and patted Dean on
the shoulder.
In the pitch dark of The Empty, Dean
sat quietly, his brother’s head in his lap. Crowley sat beside him and sighed.
Eternity was going to be one hell of
a long time.
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