The Owl Who Was Afraid of the Dark
Title: The Owl Who Was Afraid of the Dark (Or the Hellhound Who Was Afraid of Halloween)
Author: Meh_Forget_it
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Gabriel, Castiel, Crowley (established Gabriel/Sam)
Claim: Sam/Gabriel (Trickster)
Theme: Theme 06: 365
Prompt: 06. Dusk
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters that you may recognise.
Summary: It was as the sun was setting that Sam and Dean realised something was a little off with Sam's new pet.
Word Count: 1,390 words
Warnings: None, really.
Author Notes: Don't ask. I blame the big bangs for making me go completely insane… and having to read 'The Owl Who Was Afraid Of The Dark' three times in a row to my niece. Word of warning, never grab your old books from childhood to introduce your niece/nephew/whatever to your favourites.
If you hadn't guessed, this follows on from Can We Keep It?
"Dude, what's wrong with it?" Sam looked up from where he was trying to find any clues on what they were currently hunting when Dean spoke. Seeing Dean looking at Jeremy, Sam followed his gaze and noticed the somewhat now larger - try three times larger - hellhound trying to get under Sam's bed.
"Er…" Sam floundered, not entirely sure what the answer was. How was he supposed to know what was wrong with him? Glancing out the window to see the sun setting, Sam frowned and nibbled on his lip. "It's getting dark."
"Sam, it's a hellhound - which, by the way, I can't believe you are keeping - I don't think the dark is something they are afraid of," Dean pointed out. Sam couldn't help but nod in agreement, no matter how begrudgingly he did it. He glanced back over at his bed and saw that Jeremy was making a rather good attempt at getting under it.
"Maybe we should ring Crowley?"
"Do that and I don't care that you're my brother, I will shoot you."
"Jeremy won't like you if you do that," Sam muttered with a pout, tilting his head slightly when Jeremy started to whine. "I think he's stuck."
"Call Crowley."
"So let me get this straight, you are the proud owner of the world's first neurotic hellhound?" Gabriel announced as he arrived in the room with Castiel, Dean having called the latter when Sam had asked Crowley to come over.
"Don't be mean, Gabe! Can't you see he's distressed! We need to find out what's wrong with him!" Sam snapped. He was a little tired, having spent ten minutes trying to help Jeremy get out from under the bed with the (completely useless) help of Dean. He now had a three hundred pound, overgrown puppy trying to curl itself up into a ball on his lap as they sat between the two beds in the room.
Dean glanced over at them, snorted and then looked back at the two angels that had arrived, smiling brightly at Castiel, "Crowley said he was on his way. I figured we could find out what he was afraid of. Apparently it's not guns, salt or strawberries."
"Strawberries?" Castiel sounded as though he hadn't actually wanted to ask but hadn't been able to hold it in. When Sam glanced at him, he noticed he looked that way as well.
"Hey, you work with what you have. We have guns, salt and strawberries. Ask Sam, he likes gay fruit."
"Fruit can be gay?" Really, given they'd known Castiel for over two years by this point, Sam had thought Dean would have learnt not to say anything that the angel could take a little too literally.
"So you don't have any other ideas?" Gabriel asked, walking over and sitting on Sam's bed to look down at the two. Sam legs, by this point, were beginning to get a little numb.
"Dean said it couldn't be the dark. Jeremy's really quite distressed," Sam added, cooing to the distraught hellhound, which really baffled everyone in the room. Sam looked up at glared at Gabriel, making the angel widen his eyes in shock.
"What have I done?"
"You want to laugh! Stop picking on him! This is why he has no self-esteem! I haven't seen him try to maul one person since we got him, Gabe!"
"Er…" Gabriel was clearly floundering for how to reply to that, whilst Dean and Castiel just gaped at them.
"Not that we want him to maul anyone, just… you know?" Sam added hastily as he realised just why Dean and Castiel were looking at him like he was insane. Thankfully, before anyone could respond to that, there was a knock on the door making Jeremy whimper and try to burrow further into Sam. "There there, Jeremy."
Dean gave a small giggle before coughing in an attempt to cover it up, and went to answer the door. He couldn't contain the sigh of relief when he saw Crowley standing there. Reaching out, he grabbed the demon's jacket and dragged him into the room.
"Crowley! Thank Christ you're here!"
"Well, never thought I'd get that welcome from you, Deany-boy. Now, what can I do for you all?" Crowley asked once he'd smoothed his jacket down, sending a disparaging glare at Dean for ruffling it up in the first place. Sam tried to move a little, only for Jeremy to whine and nuzzle at him. Sighing, Sam stopped trying to move and just looked at Crowley with pleading eyes.
"Something's wrong with Jeremy."
"I still don't know why you called him that. What have you done to it? Hellhounds ain't supposed to be afraid of anything! This is why I never wanted to keep him in the first place!" Crowley commented with a scoff. Sam just glared at him and hugged Jeremy closer to him.
"If you're not going to help, you don't have to stay."
"Never said I weren't gonna help, did I? Besides, I know what's wrong with him. I just don't think I can say it out loud without wanting to shoot myself," Crowley muttered, eyeing Jeremy and shaking his head. Sam looked over at Gabriel, who was clearly trying his hardest not to laugh at the whole thing, and glared at him.
"Stop it."
"I'm not doing anything!" Gabriel exclaimed, which just made Sam narrow his eyes even more.
"You're thinking it," Sam snapped, then he turned back to look at Crowley, "So what's wrong with Jeremy?"
"Only thing I can think of is he's scared of Halloween."
"Pardon?" Dean asked, whilst the other three just gaped at the demon.
"It's the only thing that's different. Let's be honest, you two don't exactly change your ways. At all. He's either scared of the date or scared of whatever it is you're hunting this time. I doubt it's the latter."
"Jeremy's scared of Halloween?" Sam asked, looking up at Crowley with wide eyes. Crowley just looked back at him, and then rolled his eyes.
"What do you want me to say to that? Yes, he's scared of Halloween. Deal with it. Now, I'm leaving. Two hunters, two angels and a neurotic hellhound makes me twitchy," Crowley told them, before he disappeared from the room leaving the rest of the occupants in silence.
"Well, you know what that mean's, don't you?" Sam asked finally, looking up at Gabriel, who just looked back at him warily.
"What?"
"You can't sleep in my bed tonight. Jeremy is."
End Notes: Clearly having no time to write anything other than my big bang fics (most of which don't have Sam or Dean in them as main characters (or at all)) and then having a whole week in which I had no internet access, makes me go somewhat insane… and results in this. I truly have no idea what I was thinking beyond 'wonder what a Hellhound would be afraid of' when putting the books away. *snort* Halloween, apparently. So enjoy! Don't commit me! And who knows when I'll have something else posted.
Well, technically, 17th June will be when I post my crossbigbang fic and 28th June for my spn_j2_bigbang fic, but er… other than them? No clue! I've also increased my insanity by signing up for the sabriel_mini because, you know, I'm clearly unbalanced.
Right, enough whinging. Back to writing. Hope you took some delight in my brief breakdown. *snort*
Author: Meh_Forget_it
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Gabriel, Castiel, Crowley (established Gabriel/Sam)
Claim: Sam/Gabriel (Trickster)
Theme: Theme 06: 365
Prompt: 06. Dusk
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters that you may recognise.
Summary: It was as the sun was setting that Sam and Dean realised something was a little off with Sam's new pet.
Word Count: 1,390 words
Warnings: None, really.
Author Notes: Don't ask. I blame the big bangs for making me go completely insane… and having to read 'The Owl Who Was Afraid Of The Dark' three times in a row to my niece. Word of warning, never grab your old books from childhood to introduce your niece/nephew/whatever to your favourites.
If you hadn't guessed, this follows on from Can We Keep It?
"Dude, what's wrong with it?" Sam looked up from where he was trying to find any clues on what they were currently hunting when Dean spoke. Seeing Dean looking at Jeremy, Sam followed his gaze and noticed the somewhat now larger - try three times larger - hellhound trying to get under Sam's bed.
"Er…" Sam floundered, not entirely sure what the answer was. How was he supposed to know what was wrong with him? Glancing out the window to see the sun setting, Sam frowned and nibbled on his lip. "It's getting dark."
"Sam, it's a hellhound - which, by the way, I can't believe you are keeping - I don't think the dark is something they are afraid of," Dean pointed out. Sam couldn't help but nod in agreement, no matter how begrudgingly he did it. He glanced back over at his bed and saw that Jeremy was making a rather good attempt at getting under it.
"Maybe we should ring Crowley?"
"Do that and I don't care that you're my brother, I will shoot you."
"Jeremy won't like you if you do that," Sam muttered with a pout, tilting his head slightly when Jeremy started to whine. "I think he's stuck."
"Call Crowley."
"So let me get this straight, you are the proud owner of the world's first neurotic hellhound?" Gabriel announced as he arrived in the room with Castiel, Dean having called the latter when Sam had asked Crowley to come over.
"Don't be mean, Gabe! Can't you see he's distressed! We need to find out what's wrong with him!" Sam snapped. He was a little tired, having spent ten minutes trying to help Jeremy get out from under the bed with the (completely useless) help of Dean. He now had a three hundred pound, overgrown puppy trying to curl itself up into a ball on his lap as they sat between the two beds in the room.
Dean glanced over at them, snorted and then looked back at the two angels that had arrived, smiling brightly at Castiel, "Crowley said he was on his way. I figured we could find out what he was afraid of. Apparently it's not guns, salt or strawberries."
"Strawberries?" Castiel sounded as though he hadn't actually wanted to ask but hadn't been able to hold it in. When Sam glanced at him, he noticed he looked that way as well.
"Hey, you work with what you have. We have guns, salt and strawberries. Ask Sam, he likes gay fruit."
"Fruit can be gay?" Really, given they'd known Castiel for over two years by this point, Sam had thought Dean would have learnt not to say anything that the angel could take a little too literally.
"So you don't have any other ideas?" Gabriel asked, walking over and sitting on Sam's bed to look down at the two. Sam legs, by this point, were beginning to get a little numb.
"Dean said it couldn't be the dark. Jeremy's really quite distressed," Sam added, cooing to the distraught hellhound, which really baffled everyone in the room. Sam looked up at glared at Gabriel, making the angel widen his eyes in shock.
"What have I done?"
"You want to laugh! Stop picking on him! This is why he has no self-esteem! I haven't seen him try to maul one person since we got him, Gabe!"
"Er…" Gabriel was clearly floundering for how to reply to that, whilst Dean and Castiel just gaped at them.
"Not that we want him to maul anyone, just… you know?" Sam added hastily as he realised just why Dean and Castiel were looking at him like he was insane. Thankfully, before anyone could respond to that, there was a knock on the door making Jeremy whimper and try to burrow further into Sam. "There there, Jeremy."
Dean gave a small giggle before coughing in an attempt to cover it up, and went to answer the door. He couldn't contain the sigh of relief when he saw Crowley standing there. Reaching out, he grabbed the demon's jacket and dragged him into the room.
"Crowley! Thank Christ you're here!"
"Well, never thought I'd get that welcome from you, Deany-boy. Now, what can I do for you all?" Crowley asked once he'd smoothed his jacket down, sending a disparaging glare at Dean for ruffling it up in the first place. Sam tried to move a little, only for Jeremy to whine and nuzzle at him. Sighing, Sam stopped trying to move and just looked at Crowley with pleading eyes.
"Something's wrong with Jeremy."
"I still don't know why you called him that. What have you done to it? Hellhounds ain't supposed to be afraid of anything! This is why I never wanted to keep him in the first place!" Crowley commented with a scoff. Sam just glared at him and hugged Jeremy closer to him.
"If you're not going to help, you don't have to stay."
"Never said I weren't gonna help, did I? Besides, I know what's wrong with him. I just don't think I can say it out loud without wanting to shoot myself," Crowley muttered, eyeing Jeremy and shaking his head. Sam looked over at Gabriel, who was clearly trying his hardest not to laugh at the whole thing, and glared at him.
"Stop it."
"I'm not doing anything!" Gabriel exclaimed, which just made Sam narrow his eyes even more.
"You're thinking it," Sam snapped, then he turned back to look at Crowley, "So what's wrong with Jeremy?"
"Only thing I can think of is he's scared of Halloween."
"Pardon?" Dean asked, whilst the other three just gaped at the demon.
"It's the only thing that's different. Let's be honest, you two don't exactly change your ways. At all. He's either scared of the date or scared of whatever it is you're hunting this time. I doubt it's the latter."
"Jeremy's scared of Halloween?" Sam asked, looking up at Crowley with wide eyes. Crowley just looked back at him, and then rolled his eyes.
"What do you want me to say to that? Yes, he's scared of Halloween. Deal with it. Now, I'm leaving. Two hunters, two angels and a neurotic hellhound makes me twitchy," Crowley told them, before he disappeared from the room leaving the rest of the occupants in silence.
"Well, you know what that mean's, don't you?" Sam asked finally, looking up at Gabriel, who just looked back at him warily.
"What?"
"You can't sleep in my bed tonight. Jeremy is."
End Notes: Clearly having no time to write anything other than my big bang fics (most of which don't have Sam or Dean in them as main characters (or at all)) and then having a whole week in which I had no internet access, makes me go somewhat insane… and results in this. I truly have no idea what I was thinking beyond 'wonder what a Hellhound would be afraid of' when putting the books away. *snort* Halloween, apparently. So enjoy! Don't commit me! And who knows when I'll have something else posted.
Well, technically, 17th June will be when I post my crossbigbang fic and 28th June for my spn_j2_bigbang fic, but er… other than them? No clue! I've also increased my insanity by signing up for the sabriel_mini because, you know, I'm clearly unbalanced.
Right, enough whinging. Back to writing. Hope you took some delight in my brief breakdown. *snort*