Let's Party 'til the World Ends | HP/SPN | 8/10
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2009
March
Harry stepped out of the shadows in the room of the most recent soul they had to collect and glanced over at Derek.
"So he’s another Winchester, huh?" Harry asked, looking away from Derek to the young male in front of them. "Adam? Kinda… boring, ain’t it?"
"His brother’s are called Sam and Dean. Hardly an imaginative family when names are concerned. Not that you can speak, of course, Harry isn’t the most unusual name either," Derek pointed out. Harry just scoffed and waved the accusation away.
"Hmm, fine, whatever. How come he doesn’t have his father’s surname?" Harry asked, looking down at the book in his hand, he looked up just in time to see Adam get taken down by one of the ghouls. "Ouch, looked like that hurt."
"Given he’s about to die, I’d imagine that’s not really one of the the concerns on his mind," Derek mused. Harry just turned to look at him in disbelief before turning back to watch Adam’s last moments.
"Really? I think that might be one of the things in the forefront of his mind. You know 'Oh Shit, that hurt. I’m going to die and no one will be able to help me. Oh woe. Oh me. Oh my.' And so on," Harry said, not taking his eyes off the groaning man.
"You might have a point there. I’ve never died, nor been in pain, so I can’t really judge."
"You’ve never actually been alive though, have you? So you can’t die anyway. Oh, wait, time to get his soul now, right?" Harry observed just as the ghoul snapped Adam’s neck. "Oh crap, why do I also wait a second too late."
Harry grumbled and stepped through the laughing - Harry refused to call it cackling. Voldemort had a good cackle. This ghoul laughed. Maybe guffawed - ghoul and reached down to grab Adam’s soul. Giving the confused soul a hearty pat on the shoulder, Harry then turned to Derek and shrugged.
"We send it on it’s way?"
"Him."
"Whatever. Do we? Or can we keep it?"
"Send it on."
"Fine," Harry grumbled, before turning back to the now scared looking soul and stuck his tongue out before giving it a small nudge and watching as the soul faded and moved on. "Always a little anti-climactic, don’t you agree?"
June
"He’s here!!" Loki announced in a sing-song voice as soon as he entered the room Crowley was currently sitting in, planning on how to teach some upstart demon a lesson that it would never forget. No one kicked at his Hellhound. Well, no one but him.
"Who’s here?" Crowley asked in a bored tone. Maybe he could strip the demon of it’s skin and cover it with salt?
No, too clichéd.
"Who do you think? Luci boy has finally entered the building. Or whatever. Change that something witty if you want. I’m too tired to care," Loki admitted with a groan, moving to sit down on the couch next to Crowley and shifting so he was lying with his head in Crowley’s lap.
Crowley just looked down at Loki with a raised eyebrow, "what’s made you so tired? And why are you lying on me?"
"You’re comfy and hiding myself from the onslaught of brothers that have arrived on the scene. Really, one guy gets out of Hell and everyone up top seems to think it’s a damned party. Is nowhere sacred anymore? I’m beginning to think Harry’s right in his opinion on my brothers," Loki grumbled, shuffling around a little before settling once more when he was comfortable.
"Glad you think you can use me as a giant pillow then," Crowley said dryly, before he let his hand drop down and start to comb through Loki’s hair. "Have you gone to Harry about possibly getting him to hide you from your brothers?"
"I might have to soon. I’m going to try and carry on without needing his help first though. Not that I think Harry would mind helping me out," Loki admitted, pushing his head into Crowley’s hand when he paused in his petting for a moment.
"Don’t leave it too late, Loki," Crowley murmured, and Loki sighed happily when Crowley began to gently scratch at his head.
"Ooh, just-just to the right a little. Ah, yeah, there. Perfect. Magic fingers, Crowley, you have magic fingers," Loki told him, which just made Crowley chuckle in amusement. "So, what were you doing before I came here."
"Wondering how I could punish one of my lackeys for kicking at my Hellhound. Any ideas?" Crowley asked, smirking when Loki looked up at him with a gleeful grin.
"Why, Crowley, you even have to ask? They didn’t hurt him, did they?"
"No, they were lucky to have a damned leg left actually," Crowley told him, smirking as he recalled the mess of the demon’s leg after his pet had finished with him.
"Hmm, good to know. I like Snuggles," Loki murmured, grinning when Crowley glared at him.
"He’s not called Snuggles."
"He answers to it."
"A Hellhound cannot be called Snuggles."
"Don’t see why not," Loki said with a small shrug.
"It’s not a respectable name for a Hellhound!"
"Psht, it’s perfectly respectable. And have you seen the size of him? Anyone that disagrees, he can eat!"
"Fine. See it your way. You have told Harry and Derek about Lucifer’s arrival, right?" Crowley asked, suddenly realising that Loki hadn’t mentioned Harry’s reaction at all.
"Course I did. Told 'em I’d tell you so they could carry on making arrangements or whatever. Oh, Harry also said that we’re to meet in the Leaky Cauldron next month at our normal time. Says he and Derek have another part of the plan to share. I like the Leaky Cauldron. We should meet there more often."
"Harry prefers not to, remember? Those wizards are still a little pushy when it comes to Harry and they refuse to accept he’s dead. Makes things awkward when people 'recognise' him," Crowley reminded the man lying on his lap. Loki just pouted a little then nodded with a sigh.
"True. Think it has something to do with the whole Cordelia/Fool plan?"
"Most probably," Crowley agreed, "so what ideas did you have for the little wanker that kicked Snuggles?"
"See! The name grows on you!"
July
Crowley entered the wizarding pub a few minutes before they had agreed to meet and looked around to see if he could spot any of the others there already. Spotting Derek sitting at a table in the shadiest corner, Crowley head over to him. He couldn’t stop the snort of amusement when he saw Harry sitting next to Derek with his hood up and sporting a handle-bar moustache.
"Is the 'tache really needed?" Crowley asked, grinning when Harry just pouted.
"That’s what I asked," Derek drawled, waving at the busy waitress to come over and take Crowley’s drink order.
"Any idea on when Loki is going to get here?" Crowley asked once he’d placed his order and the witch was walked off, giving them their privacy once more.
"Shouldn’t be too long. Any news on your part?"
"Not really. The usual. Demons getting cockier now that Daddy’s up top. They’re possibly beginning to notice I’m distancing myself somewhat. Your brothers have started to make themselves known," Crowley stated, looking up at Derek, who sighed and nodded.
"Unfortunately they do not have much choice in the matter. I am the only one that found a loophole in the clause by creating a way to get a master. Harry isn’t controlled by Lucifer and prophecies, and therefore, neither am I any longer."
"Nicely done! I always respect someone that manages to find the loopholes and use them to their own means," Crowley said with a smirk. Derek chuckled, then looked over towards the magical entrance.
"Master Loki is here."
"Have no fear, Bitches! Loki is here!" Loki said with a wide grin, nudging Crowley over and taking the seat next to him.
"We weren’t afraid you wouldn’t show up, and don’t call us bitches if you want to continue keep all of your fingers in tact," Crowley deadpanned, taking his drink when the waitress finally arrived with it. She took their orders for food, given Loki was now there and then once more left them alone. No one respected the need for privacy and dark, shady corners quite as much as wizards.
"So what was it you wanted to talk to us about?" Loki asked, fidgeting incessantly until he got comfortable. Crowley turned to glare at him and then looked back to Harry and Derek for their answer. He was quite curious about that as well.
"Right, yes. It’s mostly concerning Loki, to be fair, but we figured Crowley might as well be here to join in the amusement," Harry admitted with a shrug, running his finger around the rim of his glass.
"I’m not complaining," Crowley admitted with a smirk, glancing to the side to see Loki shift in discomfort.
"So what is it you want me to do?"
"Become Cordelia!"
"Told you it had to do with that," Loki muttered to Crowley out the corner of his mouth. Crowley chuckled and shook his head. He really did want to know what the whole Cordelia thing was about.
"So the plan is that we make it like Loki is a part of Derek!" Harry told them brightly.
"You’ve lost me," Crowley stated. He looked from Harry to Derek, but gave up on either one giving anything away by their facial expression and instead turned to look at Loki. Who just looked confused by everything. Crowley was happy to know he wasn’t alone in his confusion.
"Me too," Loki agreed with Crowley, and Harry looked at them and pouted.
"Really? Fine! He’s going to be the new Death of Cats. So, Lokes, you’re going to be in kitty-cat form every so often. Plus, this way, someone will be with me at all times, even when Derek can’t be! So, should Derek not be around, Loki can be with me! Therefore, it shall be easier to pass on messages and such once the shit truly hits the fan!"
"Okay, I’m seeing your point, but I’m also wondering if your brand of insanity if moving away from somewhat adorable on to batshit insane, run for the hills he’s got a gun," Loki admitted. Crowley snorted at the apt description of their friends sanity. Or lack thereof.
"So basically, you’re turning Loki into a cat so that he can become your messenger boy when Derek’s otherwise preoccupied?" Crowley summed up, ignoring the indignant noise from Loki.
"Yeah, pretty much!"
"And Death of Cats?"
"Yep! Well… I don’t like rats…" Harry explained and Crowley groaned. He should have known it would have had something to do with Pratchett. Good Omens was going to haunt him, he just knew it.
Harry glanced to the side where Derek was silently watching him work. Their plans for the fast approaching Apocalypse were slowly coming to form. Now he just needed to make something that would prove him to whatever the big bad’s name was. Luci-something.
"You sure this is going to work?"
"You need my scythe, but you need to be connected to it. Therefore, you should recast your own from the remains of mine. It will work, Master," Derek reassured him. Harry looked at him before rolling his shoulders and giving a nod.
"Okay, let’s get started then. Am I the only one with Duran Duran’s Wild Boys in their head?"
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2009
March
Harry stepped out of the shadows in the room of the most recent soul they had to collect and glanced over at Derek.
"So he’s another Winchester, huh?" Harry asked, looking away from Derek to the young male in front of them. "Adam? Kinda… boring, ain’t it?"
"His brother’s are called Sam and Dean. Hardly an imaginative family when names are concerned. Not that you can speak, of course, Harry isn’t the most unusual name either," Derek pointed out. Harry just scoffed and waved the accusation away.
"Hmm, fine, whatever. How come he doesn’t have his father’s surname?" Harry asked, looking down at the book in his hand, he looked up just in time to see Adam get taken down by one of the ghouls. "Ouch, looked like that hurt."
"Given he’s about to die, I’d imagine that’s not really one of the the concerns on his mind," Derek mused. Harry just turned to look at him in disbelief before turning back to watch Adam’s last moments.
"Really? I think that might be one of the things in the forefront of his mind. You know 'Oh Shit, that hurt. I’m going to die and no one will be able to help me. Oh woe. Oh me. Oh my.' And so on," Harry said, not taking his eyes off the groaning man.
"You might have a point there. I’ve never died, nor been in pain, so I can’t really judge."
"You’ve never actually been alive though, have you? So you can’t die anyway. Oh, wait, time to get his soul now, right?" Harry observed just as the ghoul snapped Adam’s neck. "Oh crap, why do I also wait a second too late."
Harry grumbled and stepped through the laughing - Harry refused to call it cackling. Voldemort had a good cackle. This ghoul laughed. Maybe guffawed - ghoul and reached down to grab Adam’s soul. Giving the confused soul a hearty pat on the shoulder, Harry then turned to Derek and shrugged.
"We send it on it’s way?"
"Him."
"Whatever. Do we? Or can we keep it?"
"Send it on."
"Fine," Harry grumbled, before turning back to the now scared looking soul and stuck his tongue out before giving it a small nudge and watching as the soul faded and moved on. "Always a little anti-climactic, don’t you agree?"
June
"He’s here!!" Loki announced in a sing-song voice as soon as he entered the room Crowley was currently sitting in, planning on how to teach some upstart demon a lesson that it would never forget. No one kicked at his Hellhound. Well, no one but him.
"Who’s here?" Crowley asked in a bored tone. Maybe he could strip the demon of it’s skin and cover it with salt?
No, too clichéd.
"Who do you think? Luci boy has finally entered the building. Or whatever. Change that something witty if you want. I’m too tired to care," Loki admitted with a groan, moving to sit down on the couch next to Crowley and shifting so he was lying with his head in Crowley’s lap.
Crowley just looked down at Loki with a raised eyebrow, "what’s made you so tired? And why are you lying on me?"
"You’re comfy and hiding myself from the onslaught of brothers that have arrived on the scene. Really, one guy gets out of Hell and everyone up top seems to think it’s a damned party. Is nowhere sacred anymore? I’m beginning to think Harry’s right in his opinion on my brothers," Loki grumbled, shuffling around a little before settling once more when he was comfortable.
"Glad you think you can use me as a giant pillow then," Crowley said dryly, before he let his hand drop down and start to comb through Loki’s hair. "Have you gone to Harry about possibly getting him to hide you from your brothers?"
"I might have to soon. I’m going to try and carry on without needing his help first though. Not that I think Harry would mind helping me out," Loki admitted, pushing his head into Crowley’s hand when he paused in his petting for a moment.
"Don’t leave it too late, Loki," Crowley murmured, and Loki sighed happily when Crowley began to gently scratch at his head.
"Ooh, just-just to the right a little. Ah, yeah, there. Perfect. Magic fingers, Crowley, you have magic fingers," Loki told him, which just made Crowley chuckle in amusement. "So, what were you doing before I came here."
"Wondering how I could punish one of my lackeys for kicking at my Hellhound. Any ideas?" Crowley asked, smirking when Loki looked up at him with a gleeful grin.
"Why, Crowley, you even have to ask? They didn’t hurt him, did they?"
"No, they were lucky to have a damned leg left actually," Crowley told him, smirking as he recalled the mess of the demon’s leg after his pet had finished with him.
"Hmm, good to know. I like Snuggles," Loki murmured, grinning when Crowley glared at him.
"He’s not called Snuggles."
"He answers to it."
"A Hellhound cannot be called Snuggles."
"Don’t see why not," Loki said with a small shrug.
"It’s not a respectable name for a Hellhound!"
"Psht, it’s perfectly respectable. And have you seen the size of him? Anyone that disagrees, he can eat!"
"Fine. See it your way. You have told Harry and Derek about Lucifer’s arrival, right?" Crowley asked, suddenly realising that Loki hadn’t mentioned Harry’s reaction at all.
"Course I did. Told 'em I’d tell you so they could carry on making arrangements or whatever. Oh, Harry also said that we’re to meet in the Leaky Cauldron next month at our normal time. Says he and Derek have another part of the plan to share. I like the Leaky Cauldron. We should meet there more often."
"Harry prefers not to, remember? Those wizards are still a little pushy when it comes to Harry and they refuse to accept he’s dead. Makes things awkward when people 'recognise' him," Crowley reminded the man lying on his lap. Loki just pouted a little then nodded with a sigh.
"True. Think it has something to do with the whole Cordelia/Fool plan?"
"Most probably," Crowley agreed, "so what ideas did you have for the little wanker that kicked Snuggles?"
"See! The name grows on you!"
July
Crowley entered the wizarding pub a few minutes before they had agreed to meet and looked around to see if he could spot any of the others there already. Spotting Derek sitting at a table in the shadiest corner, Crowley head over to him. He couldn’t stop the snort of amusement when he saw Harry sitting next to Derek with his hood up and sporting a handle-bar moustache.
"Is the 'tache really needed?" Crowley asked, grinning when Harry just pouted.
"That’s what I asked," Derek drawled, waving at the busy waitress to come over and take Crowley’s drink order.
"Any idea on when Loki is going to get here?" Crowley asked once he’d placed his order and the witch was walked off, giving them their privacy once more.
"Shouldn’t be too long. Any news on your part?"
"Not really. The usual. Demons getting cockier now that Daddy’s up top. They’re possibly beginning to notice I’m distancing myself somewhat. Your brothers have started to make themselves known," Crowley stated, looking up at Derek, who sighed and nodded.
"Unfortunately they do not have much choice in the matter. I am the only one that found a loophole in the clause by creating a way to get a master. Harry isn’t controlled by Lucifer and prophecies, and therefore, neither am I any longer."
"Nicely done! I always respect someone that manages to find the loopholes and use them to their own means," Crowley said with a smirk. Derek chuckled, then looked over towards the magical entrance.
"Master Loki is here."
"Have no fear, Bitches! Loki is here!" Loki said with a wide grin, nudging Crowley over and taking the seat next to him.
"We weren’t afraid you wouldn’t show up, and don’t call us bitches if you want to continue keep all of your fingers in tact," Crowley deadpanned, taking his drink when the waitress finally arrived with it. She took their orders for food, given Loki was now there and then once more left them alone. No one respected the need for privacy and dark, shady corners quite as much as wizards.
"So what was it you wanted to talk to us about?" Loki asked, fidgeting incessantly until he got comfortable. Crowley turned to glare at him and then looked back to Harry and Derek for their answer. He was quite curious about that as well.
"Right, yes. It’s mostly concerning Loki, to be fair, but we figured Crowley might as well be here to join in the amusement," Harry admitted with a shrug, running his finger around the rim of his glass.
"I’m not complaining," Crowley admitted with a smirk, glancing to the side to see Loki shift in discomfort.
"So what is it you want me to do?"
"Become Cordelia!"
"Told you it had to do with that," Loki muttered to Crowley out the corner of his mouth. Crowley chuckled and shook his head. He really did want to know what the whole Cordelia thing was about.
"So the plan is that we make it like Loki is a part of Derek!" Harry told them brightly.
"You’ve lost me," Crowley stated. He looked from Harry to Derek, but gave up on either one giving anything away by their facial expression and instead turned to look at Loki. Who just looked confused by everything. Crowley was happy to know he wasn’t alone in his confusion.
"Me too," Loki agreed with Crowley, and Harry looked at them and pouted.
"Really? Fine! He’s going to be the new Death of Cats. So, Lokes, you’re going to be in kitty-cat form every so often. Plus, this way, someone will be with me at all times, even when Derek can’t be! So, should Derek not be around, Loki can be with me! Therefore, it shall be easier to pass on messages and such once the shit truly hits the fan!"
"Okay, I’m seeing your point, but I’m also wondering if your brand of insanity if moving away from somewhat adorable on to batshit insane, run for the hills he’s got a gun," Loki admitted. Crowley snorted at the apt description of their friends sanity. Or lack thereof.
"So basically, you’re turning Loki into a cat so that he can become your messenger boy when Derek’s otherwise preoccupied?" Crowley summed up, ignoring the indignant noise from Loki.
"Yeah, pretty much!"
"And Death of Cats?"
"Yep! Well… I don’t like rats…" Harry explained and Crowley groaned. He should have known it would have had something to do with Pratchett. Good Omens was going to haunt him, he just knew it.
Harry glanced to the side where Derek was silently watching him work. Their plans for the fast approaching Apocalypse were slowly coming to form. Now he just needed to make something that would prove him to whatever the big bad’s name was. Luci-something.
"You sure this is going to work?"
"You need my scythe, but you need to be connected to it. Therefore, you should recast your own from the remains of mine. It will work, Master," Derek reassured him. Harry looked at him before rolling his shoulders and giving a nod.
"Okay, let’s get started then. Am I the only one with Duran Duran’s Wild Boys in their head?"
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