"Bollocks," Crowley swore when he saw the Winchester Brother's standing outside of the devil's trap that he was centered in. "You couldn't call?"
"Information is too sensitive," Dean answered. "Besides, old habit's and all that. It's not like your busy or anything."
"Actually, I'm in a bit of a domestic," Crowley answered glancing around nervously. "So...if we could reschedule, I'd appreciate it." Before the boys could respond, a lone howl sounded. Dean jumped, wildly looking around.
"That was a hound. Why is a hound following you?" He demanded as he started searching for goofer dust and salt.
"I'm in a domestic, I told you," Crowley answered. "Can you please let me out of this death trap. I'd at least like to have the option to run." Dean and Sam exchanged glances before they both shrugged, and Dean released the demon. Before he stood back up, however, a lone howl sounded.
"Please tell me that wasn't a hell hound," Dean muttered.
"Wish I could," Crowley answered. "Unfortunately I'm in a spot of trouble." Before he could elaborate the nearest glass window shattered and Crowley threw both hands up.
"Now Gabby, I was protecting mummy from a bad man. He was hitting on her, and being completely inappropriate." The growling didn't stop.
"I thought you could control the hounds you owned," Sam said.
"You can," Crowley confirmed. "Unfortunately, I don't on Gabby."
"You said she was your favorite," Dean accused.
"She is," Crowley answered. "She's my favorite of Hermione's Hounds." Both Dean and Sam stared at him. "The woman has about seven, of course, I'm going to have a favorite."
"You gave her seven hounds?" Dean asked sounding disgusted. "What the hell were you thinking."
"She made an offer I couldn't refuse," Crowley said with a shrug. "Regardless, that's not the point."
"No the point is that you pissed her off," Sam reminded him. "How'd you manage that anyway?"
"He tortured my boss," Hermione answered, appearing out of thin air with a much smaller hound. "Do you not realize I might get fired?!"
"That prick was inappropriate with you," Crowley argued. "You said it yourself that Mcgormick mongrel wouldn't take no for an answer."
"MLladden," Hermione corrected. "That's not the point. I told you I'd handle it, and now you're so terrified that you're running to Moose and Squirrel?"
"They summoned me," Crowley defended. "Not that threatening me with the girls wasn't delightful."
"That's actually true," Sam said. "Although it does sound like you should be happy he defended you."
"That sounds wrong," Dean said. "Since when are we in the business of defending Crowley?"
"Since I was in the right," Crowley said.
"Shut up," Dean and Hermione told him as the demon looked disgruntled. .
"Why'd you bring the runt anyway?" Crowley asked nodding towards the hound at her feet. The dog promptly began growling, and before anyone could react she'd leapt towards the demon and bit him on the shin.
"Ursula!" Hermione and Crowley yelled.
