DEW: Hell-ebration
HELL-EBRATION
Rating: K+
Genre: Humor
Characters: Sam, Dean, Crowley
Spoilers/Warnings: NOne
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: I don't own them
The Winchesters glanced around the drab, flagstoned hall. Around it’s brooding, grey ceiling, a fluttering festival of cobwebs and tattered black bunting vied for space. In the middle of the room, three dust-coated chairs surrounded a solitary table which looked suspiciously like a demonic minion hunkered down on all fours.
The cake which stood atop the table sported a single flickering candle.
“Hello boys,” a familiar voice cut the gloom.
“Crowley,” spat Dean. “Why have you dragged us down here?”
“For my birthday party,” replied Crowley smoothly. “You’re my special guests!”
“ONLY guests apparently,” Sam replied sourly.
“Well, my team drew up a guest list of two thousand, four hundred and seventy,” Crowley explained; “but once I’d removed everyone who had a vendetta against me, who’d cursed me, who I owed a favour to and who simply didn’t like me, you were the only two left. So, welcome to my party, boys!”
“But, we don’t like you either,” growled Dean.
“Ah, you only don’t like me,” Crowley smirked; “everyone else on that list despised me. That makes you my dearly beloved friends.”
“So sit,” Crowley gestured to the chairs; “eat cake, and we’ll break out the Monopoly later.”
“Now we really ARE in Hell,” Dean sighed.
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end
Rating: K+
Genre: Humor
Characters: Sam, Dean, Crowley
Spoilers/Warnings: NOne
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: I don't own them
The Winchesters glanced around the drab, flagstoned hall. Around it’s brooding, grey ceiling, a fluttering festival of cobwebs and tattered black bunting vied for space. In the middle of the room, three dust-coated chairs surrounded a solitary table which looked suspiciously like a demonic minion hunkered down on all fours.
The cake which stood atop the table sported a single flickering candle.
“Hello boys,” a familiar voice cut the gloom.
“Crowley,” spat Dean. “Why have you dragged us down here?”
“For my birthday party,” replied Crowley smoothly. “You’re my special guests!”
“ONLY guests apparently,” Sam replied sourly.
“Well, my team drew up a guest list of two thousand, four hundred and seventy,” Crowley explained; “but once I’d removed everyone who had a vendetta against me, who’d cursed me, who I owed a favour to and who simply didn’t like me, you were the only two left. So, welcome to my party, boys!”
“But, we don’t like you either,” growled Dean.
“Ah, you only don’t like me,” Crowley smirked; “everyone else on that list despised me. That makes you my dearly beloved friends.”
“So sit,” Crowley gestured to the chairs; “eat cake, and we’ll break out the Monopoly later.”
“Now we really ARE in Hell,” Dean sighed.
xxxxx
end