You stared at the lifeless body that had once held Abaddon. You'd been a hunter for years, yet the sight of a dead body still made you queasy.
"Damn that bastard!" Dean shouted. You turn to face him.
"What?" you ask, putting your gun away.
"Crowley's gone off somewhere." Dean growls, as he turned to leave. You grin to yourself and grab your bag. You walk over to the huge bar and quickly start putting liquor bottles into your bag. Sam noticed and started laughing.
"What?" you chuckle. Dean turned and laughed as well. He walked over and took the bag from you and peered inside.
"Might as well right?" he proceed to fill your bag up and slung it over his shoulder. "Hold on, I got another bag in the car." he grinned and ran out of the room.
Moving away the bar you walked further down a hall intent on finding the bathroom. Upon opening one door you were greeted with what looked to be an extremely lavish doggy bed.
"Shit." you whispered as the sound of breathing become VERY clear, despite the fact that the room looked empty. You started to closed the door slowly, glad that this hotel oiled their doors, when Sam took notice of you and boomed,
"Y/N? What are you doing?"
You could feel the hellhound awaken and stare directly at you. "Nope." you shouted and turned to run towards the living room, forgetting to close the door. "Hellhound!" was the only word you managed to get out before a very heavy weight pounced on you sending you crashing down. You heard it give an excited yip , before it started lapping at your face.
"Y/N?!" Sam shouted scrambling for his gun.
"Ack it's slobbering all over me!" you yelled, try very hard not to let it's tongue in your mouth.
Sam lowered his gun and stared at you, "Wait... It's licking you?"
"Yeah! Help! Its crushing me!" you gasp, feeling its tail thumping next to your leg.
"... Juliet?" Sam asked tensely, pulling out his glasses to see. Juliet, apparently, gave a happy bark and resumed licking you face. You saw Sam put his glasses on and almost immediately he fell on the nearest couch laughing hard "Oh god, Y/N, that's frickin adorable!" he gasped.
"Help." you whine. Juliet seemed intent on licking all over your face.
"Juliet?" Crowley's astonished voice came from somewhere in the room, but with Juliet's weight on you, you couldn't move.
"Help!" you whine, desperation making you resort to begging the King of Hell for help.
"Sure love." Crowley chuckled walking towards you, "Juliet?" he cooed, making you chuckle a bit to yourself. Even demons used baby talk when it came to their pet, "Come on girl. Get off the hunter."
Juliet whined and laid her full weight on you, now fully crushing you. You gasp as all the air left your lungs.
"Juliet." Crowley's voice had a disgruntled tone to it. You saw a pair of shoes in your peripheral vision and felt Juliet's weight pulled off you, along with Juliet's whines. You rolled over and gasped for air.
"What the hell did you do?" Crowley asked in amazement.
"Uhhh... I guess I petted her a bit when we were retrieving the blade." you answer, catching your breath.
"Bullocks." Cowley muttered. He eyed you, as if judging how he could best put this skill to use, "Y/N? How would you like a job working for me?"