Fandom: Supernatural
Type: Cute, comfort
Characters: Crowley, Amara, Sam Winchester
Prompt: "She's crying. What do I do?"
"Go comfort her."
"How do I do that?"
"Start with hugs"
"With what?"
Although Amara was the Darkness, she was still going through phases of growth to reach her full potential. During this phase, she was an 8 year old girl. While she enjoyed reading books like Dante's Inferno in it's original Italian, she also enjoyed average 8 year old things. She played dress up, she loved to have pretty bows in her hair, she colored, and she was adventurous.
During one of these adventures, she decided doing cartwheels down the hallways was a fantastic idea. It worked for about two minutes before she face planted mid-air onto the stone floor. Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt the sting of the scrape forming on her elbow and she let out a wail.
Crowley turned his head quickly toward the sound of a child shrieking.
"Amara!" he exclaimed as he began to hustle through the corridors to find where the sound was coming from
He rounded a corner and saw Amara sitting on the floor, bawling uncontrollably. He looked around, wondering where her nanny was. Crowley remembered that Amara had killed the nanny therefore he was now responsible for looking after the girl.
"Uh...there there" Crowley said to the girl "Shhhh"
Amara's cries just grew louder.
"Oh dear" Crowley scratched at his beard, not sure what to do
The King took out his cell phone and quickly dialed a number.
"Hello?" the gruff, bored voice answered on the other line
"Moose!" Crowley chirped "I'm in need of your assistance"
"No" Sam replied
"It's Amara" Crowley said, holding the phone out
"What the hell?" Sam questioned
"She's crying. What do I do?"
"Go comfort her" Sam said and Crowley half expected him to follow the statement with a 'duh'
"How do I do that?"
"Start with hugs"
"With what?" Crowley tensed
"A hug Crowley" Sam sighed "Go pick her up, and put your arms around her"
Crowley huffed and hung up the phone. He looked down at the child, her crying starting to give him a headache. He walked over to the child and she held her arms up to him. He felt a faint twinge at what was left of his heart as he reached down and lifted the child into his arms.
"There now" Crowley soothed "Uncle Crowley's got you"
Amara sniffed as she wrapped her arms around the demon's neck. He patted her on the back as he walked toward her nursery. He had forgotten what a hug felt like, he hadn't experienced one in so long. He almost felt warm inside, but told himself that was silly.