When Crowley blames Team Free Will for Hell freezing over, they know they’re not going to have a silent night or any peace on earth…
@beingcouy and @threshie are proud to present Winter Wonder Hell, a festive new chapter fic featuring the ships Mooseley and Destiel! Expect humor, fluff, awkwardness, mistletoe mishaps, Juliet the Hellhound, Sam and Dean’s legendary communication skills (*cough*), and a whole lot of snow.
Here’s another coloring I did for one of the amazing works of art made by the one and only @threshasketch gotta admit Crowley giving Juliet some love always warms me up inside.
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?
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.
Karate, SPN Demonic Octopus Guardian 