IT'S A DOG'S LIFE
WOW: fluff. Crowley loves his Hellhounds ...
Disclaimer: I don't own him
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There wasn't much that Crowley loved, but when it came to his hellhounds, he was a hopeless sap.
They were such noble creatures; intelligent and loyal. Basically, Hellhounds were everything those scheming, arse-licking lowlife demons weren't.
Okay, so they were barking ugly, flea-bitten mutts with an evil temper and they smelled like a ratshit sandwich belched out of the depths of Hell, but who cares, no-one was perfect, right?
Right now, watching Growley rolling over and presenting his fluffy, invisible belly for a demonic rub, Crowley was a lost cause.
He was so glad the Winchesters weren't here to see this.
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