DEW: Och Aye Pet
Title: Och Aye Pet
Author: theymp
Genre: Humour
Characters: Crowley, Rowena, brief appearance by demon Dean and soulless Sam
Pairing: none
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 200 (100 for each Winchester!)
Warning/Spoilers: I'm not a fan of Rowena...
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters - these were created by Eric Kripke - I'm just borrowing them. I'm not making any commercial gain. No harm or infringement intended.
Summary: Crowley just wants to be loved.
Crowley had been feeling dejected since Growley's demise. He'd had that hellhound since he was a mere pipsqueak of a demon.
Perhaps that's what I'm lacking, he thought. Reaching a sudden decision, he sat up and clapped his hands in a loud summoning.
"Och, did ye want summat? Is me poor wee laddie feeling all sorry for hisself?" his mother drawled in her longwinded, fingernails-on-chalkboard voice.
"Yes," said Crowley, barely able to contain his eye roll. "Make yourself useful for once, you old bag and summon me up a pet."
"A pet, ye say? Surely ye dinnae want some manky beastie when you've your mother's love?"
Crowley looked at his watch. She really does speak ridiculously slowly.
"Just get on with it! Something cuddly that gives unconditional love, chop chop!"
"I know just the thing," she cackled. There was a puff of tartan smoke that cleared to reveal two tall brooding figures.
Crowley frowned as he looked closer. "Demonic Dean and soulless Sam?" he muttered. He rounded on his mother. "I said unconditional, not unrequited, you stupid crone!"
"Och, I could never keep those straight." She arched an eyebrow. "Talking of which, I notice ye're not complaining about the packaging!"
(;,;)
Author: theymp
Genre: Humour
Characters: Crowley, Rowena, brief appearance by demon Dean and soulless Sam
Pairing: none
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 200 (100 for each Winchester!)
Warning/Spoilers: I'm not a fan of Rowena...
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters - these were created by Eric Kripke - I'm just borrowing them. I'm not making any commercial gain. No harm or infringement intended.
Summary: Crowley just wants to be loved.
Crowley had been feeling dejected since Growley's demise. He'd had that hellhound since he was a mere pipsqueak of a demon.
Perhaps that's what I'm lacking, he thought. Reaching a sudden decision, he sat up and clapped his hands in a loud summoning.
"Och, did ye want summat? Is me poor wee laddie feeling all sorry for hisself?" his mother drawled in her longwinded, fingernails-on-chalkboard voice.
"Yes," said Crowley, barely able to contain his eye roll. "Make yourself useful for once, you old bag and summon me up a pet."
"A pet, ye say? Surely ye dinnae want some manky beastie when you've your mother's love?"
Crowley looked at his watch. She really does speak ridiculously slowly.
"Just get on with it! Something cuddly that gives unconditional love, chop chop!"
"I know just the thing," she cackled. There was a puff of tartan smoke that cleared to reveal two tall brooding figures.
Crowley frowned as he looked closer. "Demonic Dean and soulless Sam?" he muttered. He rounded on his mother. "I said unconditional, not unrequited, you stupid crone!"
"Och, I could never keep those straight." She arched an eyebrow. "Talking of which, I notice ye're not complaining about the packaging!"
(;,;)