E/O Challenge: growl
Word Count: 100
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Summary: Sometimes even the King of Hell could use some companionship.
Growleys
"Dammit," Crowley grumbled, fingertips tapping the table with a staccato. This beat was answered with a soft clicking of a hell hound's claws upon the marble floor.
"...and I suppose you want something, too?" Crowley asked it, exasperated. "Seems like everyone – and everything – wants something from me these days."
The hound sat quietly, its tail softly brushing the floor.
Crowley's forehead crinkled, staring at where the creature sat. He scratched its head, receiving a growl of appreciation.
Crowley closed his eyes, sighing. "Being the King of Hell ain't all it's cracked up to be."