Dean hasn’t
told Sam and Cas yet, because he’s pretty sure they’d laugh if he explained he
feels like he’s transforming into a Disney princess.
Not the
falling asleep for a hundred years or the biting into poisoned apple part, but
he’s rather sure that animals have started to try and communicate with him.
Another
reason he hasn’t mentioned it is because… well, if this is a spell or an
attack, it’s a pretty lame one.
First time
it happened, he barely paid attention to the rat hovering near where the body
was found. After all, they were in a pretty grim part of town, so why shouldn’t
there have been rats?
There’s hell hounds loose in Santa Cruz, interrupting Dean’s perfect beach boardwalk vacation and he’s pissed. He’s tearing into Baby’s trunk like a man possessed. Muttering to himself and throwing weapons, clothing, and lore books left and right. He can’t find the holy oil soaked glasses that let them see the hell hounds anywhere.
Sam fucks off with Eileen (because fuck you Bucklemming, she’s not dead) to find another way to get rid of the dogs and save the other tourists. Cas is doing is best to calm Dean down while keeping his own eyes peeled for the hounds to come sniffing around the Impala. (She probably still smells a bit like Crowley. Juliet & Co are just looking for Papa, right? Yes. having some Crowley feelings.)
Eventually, Dean shouts out about his success and slaps his thick framed glasses on.
He spins on his heels and holds his hands out to his sides to show them off to Cas and freezes.
Stretching out from Cas’s back are Cas’s wings. They’re dark like smoke stained glass and reflect light from the nearby boardwalk rides and streetlamps. The edges are mangled. Burnt, torn, stunted and bald in places that even Dean’s untrained eyes can see.
Cas is staring at his feet when Dean finally stops gawking at Cas’s wings. Dean’s fingers curl into a fist hanging in the air between them as he catches Cas’s expression and realizes he was about to run his fingers through Cas’s feathers.
Naturally, Dean blurts out that Cas’s wings are beautiful and there’s feelings and probably some kissing and definitely inappropriate for a public parking lot hand roaming after that.
Meanwhile, Sam and Eileen swing back around to let the guys know they were able to convince Juliet to go back home–it was just a false alarm her Papa wasn’t really here. Who knew hell hounds understood sign language and had a fondess for Eileen? I mean, they did help her escape from Ketch (forcing him to use his first revival tattoo after they ripped him apart) after all.
Sam and Eileen decide to leave Dean and Cas to their own weirdness and head back to the boardwalk to see who is better at the driving arcade game they saw. (It’s totally Eileen. Sam should never be in charge of driving.)
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. ♥
Crowley being succesful, having all the money in the world and convinced he wants to stay alone
Crowley being pissed once he realizes what Dean means to him like How dare this green-eyed menace show up and make me feel things
Dean getting along wonderfully with Gavin and Fiona
Rowena not liking Dean at first, and a month later being ready to found the Dean Winchester fanclub
A scene of Sam going Are you out of your mind? to Dean
Feel free to add more.
Crowley saying with a smirk, “Hello, Darling.”
Dean being unable to copy Crowley’s accent
Crowley being low-key salty when Juliet wants Dean instead of him
Dean forcing Crowley to spend time with Rowena
Crowley just wanting to be loved but is too scared to accept it
Dean not sure how to do anything but care about people and loves him anyway
Crowley calling Sam moose
Dean defending Crowley to Sam relentlessly
The sex is great always
Juliet has good taste, and that’s why she goes to Dean. And she really likes it when Sam comes to visit cause he plays fetch with her, and Dean threatens to get Sam his own hellhound puppy to play with.
So, fun fact. I got yanked into MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe, for the uninitiated) and have begun a fic pre-Ultron.
I absolutely blame @thequeervet, whose entire fic collection you should devour IMMEDIATELY, and @whinywingedwinchester, who has done nothing to delay my sauntering straight into the arms of Tony Stark and company.
To those following Cadbury (bless all of you), no worries, still working on that regularly. We’ll get to see Sam next chapter from Samandriel’s POV. And to those following Hold You Close, I actually have the final chapter of the fic written, and I’m halfway through the current chapter, so – soon. (It’s a long chapter.)
But for those of you who are Avengers fans (and because I don’t think I’ve said anything outside of chapter updates or reblogs in a while), TADA! I have succumbed.
Presently on chapter three of what is apparently not going to be the small fic I had planned. *HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER* There are no small fics! So………
Who’s your favorite Avenger?
They met in the air ducts, because of course they did. Clint thought he was loosing it when he saw the tip of a fox tail slip around the corner of one of the vent junctions. He knew he aught to be concerned about someone (thing?) other than him skulking thru the air ducts, but he was intrigued for the moment, and swiftly turned down the duct where he’d seen the fox tail disappear.
When he finally caught up to the mysterious intruder, he was even more confused. The fox tail was attached to a person–along with matching fox ears and a to-go cup of coffee with a peculiar shaped bean illustration. He was dressed in guard attire, but for all Clint knew, that was to help him blend in once he arrived at his destination within the Tower. The fox (?) smirked at him and twitched his ears.
“I know you want to touch them,” he dared.
“Is the bean on your cup giving me the finger?” Clint blurts out. What the fuck? Of all the much more important things he needs to ask, that’s what come out of his mouth? What is wrong with him?
The fox (?) just nods at him, like this is all perfectly reasonable. “Yep. It’s a Feckin’ Bean. Best coffee in this dimension. And quite a few others, actually…” The fox trails off, and flicks his ears towards Clint suggestively. “Name’s Rey. And this itch ain’t gonna scratch itself,” he grumbles, pointing at the still twitching ear.
Bless you, @karategirl80. I’ll credit you if this shows up in fic. ❤ But consider it canon.
No!
Bad Talky! Bad KG!!
DO NOT TEMPT ME WITH MORE SPN/MCU CROSSOVERS!!!
I, as Luci, am denying you BOTH!! access to the MCU!!
Karategirl digs thru her trusty bookbag, muttering softly to herself. “Aha!!! I found it!” she exclaims, while Talky and Totes look on interestedly. Karate holds out the item she procured from her book bag in front of her, and whistles. “Here, girl! Come and get it!” she yells.
Far in the distance, a faint howl is heard, and the distinct *thumpatythump* of a rather large _something_ quickly approaching the trio. A figure becomes visable, and as it nears, its form becomes more recognizable.
“Um, Karate…” Talky starts to say, sounding a hair concerned.
Within seconds, the rather amorphous form coalesces into the giant form of a hellhound, who skids to a stop directly in front of of Karate, and immediately starts sniffing Karate, looking for something in particular.
“Sit, Juliet,” Karate commands. The hellhound immediately complies, and looks up at Karate hopefully. “Aww, Juliet, you are such a good hellhound…the BEST!” Karate pets Juliet behind one of her giant floppy ears, and quickly unwraps the item in her hand and holds it in front of Juliet. Karate distractedly hands the wrapper to Totes, who reads the label: “The Feckin’ Bean Supernatural Treat! Safe for kitsune, tricksters, dryads, hellhounds and other hell-creatures. Flavor: Apple Pie. This treat was lovingly made and wrapped by: Kathy.”
Totes looks at Karate questioningly, who shugs. “Always be prepared?” Totes and Talky seem to accept this explanation, and Totes shoves the wrapper in her pocket.
Karate turns her attention back to Juliet, who has finished her treat and is currently chasing her tail.
“Juliet, focus!” Juliet pauses, and looks up at Karate and tilts her head sideways. “We,” Karate says, gesturing at Talky and Totes, “need to get into hell, to find Altyex. Can you help? I have plenty of treats for you when we find her!” Juliet considers for a moment, barks an affirmative, and lies down in front of Karate, who clambers onto her back. “Come on, jump on! Time is wasting! Let’s go find Altyex!”
Talky and Totes shrug and approach the hellhound carefully. “No worries! She won’t bite! Juliet is a good hellhound, right?” Karate scratches Juliet’s head, and Talky and Totes climb on behind her.
Juliet stands, unaffected by her passengers. “Hellhounds ought to come with seatbelts,” Talky grumbles as she hangs on by grabbing some of Juliet’s long, soft fur. Without warning, Juliet sets off in what appears to be a random direction, and the search for Altyex begins.
Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Supernatural Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Crowley & Sam Winchester, Crowley & Crowley’s Hellhound Juliet (Supernatural) Characters: Sam Winchester, Crowley (Supernatural), Crowley’s Hellhound Juliet, Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Sam and Dogs, Hellhounds, Hurt Juliet, Crowley Has a Heart, POV Sam Winchester, Hurt/Comfort Summary:
If there was one thing Sam would never have guessed he’d be doing with his Friday night, it was playing veterinarian to Crowley’s favorite Hellhound.
Karate, SPN Demonic Octopus Guardian 