Hey guys i'm back with another fic! This time it's an Supernatural one involving my favorite character; Crowley!
This idea was in my head for a while and I finally decided to write it while watching Saturday Night Live!
Enjoy!
Crowley walked through an park one stormy night. He didn't know where exactly he was or where he was planning on going, he just wanted to be away from Hell and Lucifer.But with other demons everywhere, he had to constantly watch his back because of how he had no one to do it for him.
Unlike Moose and Squirrel and even Castiel, who had each other to watch and take care of one another, Crowley had….no one. No matter what he did for the boys, he was always alone. Was it too much to ask to be loved? By anyone? All his life and afterlife he had wanted to be loved, especially in recent years, but no one gave it to him. Instead, he just constantly got stabbed in the back and almost killed.
And now with Lucifer treating him like an dog and killing his mother right in front of him, he knew he was definitely alone. Especially since no one, not an single demon nor the Winchesters, came to save -no- help him. Sighing, Crowley sat down on an bench to think on what to do. Using the Rod of Aaron to kill Lucifer had failed and now the stupid stick was useless. Oh well….at least Lucifer couldn't use it.
A clash of thunder rang through the dark sky and almost immediately Crowley had heard a startled whine. Looking behind him, he saw something small and brown underneath an picnic table. He thought about going over to the table for a minute or just getting up and leaving to be on the run some more. As he was getting ready to start walking away, another clash of thunder rang out and he heard the whining again.
Crowley looked back to the table and shook his head, questioning why he was going to bother wasting time with this. But then again, he had nothing better to do and nowhere to go.
Once he teleported to the table, he slowly crouched down to see the dog. He made out that it was some sort of Pit Bull mix with an chain choker cutting deep into her neck, plus she was clearly terrified.
"Of course you're terrified. You're afraid of storms, aren't you…" Crowley tried to see what gender the dog was but couldn't tell by how she was lying down so guessed. "…girl… That chain probably doesn't help." He then held out his left hand. "It's alright, love. I won't hurt you." Crowley said softly.
The dog hesitantly leaned in and sniffed his hand. She then began to lick it once she felt she could trust him and sat up.
"Ah, so you are a girl." Crowley stated now that he could tell what sex the dog was. "Where's your family? Or, rather I suppose it's best if you don't know…right?" The dog whined and bumped her head on his hand, wanting to be petted. Crowley did just that and started to scratch her head and behind her ears. "So you've been basically neglected and abused…? Hm. That sounds familiar." Crowley muttered and patted his knees. "Come here, girl." Slowly, the dog got up, and with a slight limp on one of her front paws, she got closer to him, enough for Crowley to pick her up so he can stand up. Judging by how heavy she was, he assumed she was around 40-50 pounds.
"Let's get this horrible chain off of you." Crowley said and unhooked it and allowed it to drop to the ground. "Poor mutt. Your neck and paw looks painful." Looking around, Crowley snapped his fingers and all the injuries done to the dog was healed. The dog looked at him, confused. "I bet you are confused on how you aren't in pain anymore." Crowley chuckled and softly scratched at her healed neck.
She rested her head on his left arm as he continued to pet her. For once the dog felt safe with an man and one she never met before too. He also took the pain she was feeling away. But she was still cold and scared of the storm and it showed when she began shaking in his arms.
"Let's find a place for you to stay so you can get out of the cold. And get some beauty sleep too, hm?" Crowley then began to walk in the direction of the park's exit.
As he reached the exit, he wondered where the nearest pound or shelter was at. While lost in his thoughts, it took him a moment to realize he was being followed.
Turning to the man that had yet to say or do anything but follow behind him, Crowley gave him an hard glare. "Yes?" Crowley asked, knowing it was an human and not an demon trying to kill him.
"That's my dog." The man stated.
"Oh? Did she have an choke chain on and had a limp?"
"Yes! Why isn't on her now?" The man asked, realizing his dog's neck was healed. "Get over here, Mutt!"
"That's really what you call her?" Crowley shook his head while the dog flinched a little in his arms from being yelled at.
"That's what she is, an MUTT! And not a good fighter I'll tell you that much." Crowley had an feeling he knew exactly what he meant.
"Well, that name certainly won't do." Crowley sat the dog down, gently. The dog, meanwhile, sat down by his feet and was shaking more out of fear then the cold now that her owner had found her, "And let's put it this way." Crowley held up his hand, ready to snap his fingers. "I don't like seeing animals, especially dogs like her getting abused or mistreated in any way. Do you wish for it to happen to you?" Crowley snapped his fingers and the guy dropped down, screaming in pain.
"N-NO!" The man screamed.
"Really, because I have a few hellhounds that would love to make you their new chew toy." Crowley smirked.
"W-What….?! Stop! Please!" He screamed again.
"Well…" Crowley thought for a second before making up his mind. "… Alright." He shrugged and snapped his fingers again, causing the man's neck to snap to the side, killing him.
Crowley felt great killing him, it was exactly what he needed. He then looked down when he heard the dog whine.
"Don't worry, love. He won't hurt you anymore. " Crowley smiled and pat her on the head.
He was thinking it over in the back of his mind on what to do with the dog while talking to that bastard of an owner. Oh well, he's in Hell where he belongs, probably becoming some Hellhounds chew toy for real. Nodding to himself on his decision, he snapped his fingers again, making an black collar with light gray spikes appear with an leash.
The dog clearly shuttered when she saw the collar and leash. Crowley shook his head, Hell knows what the man did to her before he found her. Slowly he put the collar around her neck, tight to not come off but loose enough to not choke the poor thing to death and cause damage to her neck again. After that, he clipped the leash on.
"I think I may keep you after all, love." Crowley smiled at how he may finally have an friend. "Though you'll need a name, and 'Mutt' wasn't going to be it. No, you're a pretty girl and pretty girls deserve pretty names and to be treated with as much respect, as their King, or Master, I should say." The dog did nothing but wag her tail as he stood straight up and started out of the park as he was doing before he was rudely interrupted.
Also I am taking suggestions on what the dog's name should be. I want it to be something Crowley would call her.