AN - Yes two chapters in one day, and he might be a little OOC but hey I had to get him in here somehow I just love htis character.
Crowley could cook.
Not exactly earth shattering information, not even a good blackmail material, but a well kept secret anyway.
It was a hobby really, something that he enjoyed doing for no reason other than he found it to be relaxing.
After the almost end of the world, he found himself with more enemies than ever, he had teamed up with the Winchesters and their angel after all.
There was no way his old friends – and he used that term very loosely – would ever want to do anything for him, but the rumor that he was good friends with the Winchesters kept a lot of those friends and enemies away from him, it was for that reason that he kept his visits.
He would just pop in, offer some info on whatever those three knuckleheads were after at the time, traded some thinly veiled insults, and some not veiled at all with the boys, sometimes got glared at by the angel and then got the hell out of there.
It changed his routine when they started to reproduce, of course he would rather avoid the screaming terrors that was considered the future of the Winchester line, but popping in a pack of stressed out, sleep deprived parents with guns was a little too risky as his first attempt showed.
So he started popping in the Singer house, since it kept the rumors about his friendship with the hunters going, and they tended to avoid shooting him there to avoid scaring or waking the babies.
Sadie was the first to get used to his visits, so on one of them, while he was happily teasing Bobby about the way he used his tongue to seal the deal, the young woman marched up to him and pushed him into the kitchen ordering him to make himself useful or to make himself disappear both suited her fine.
Since he was having fun annoying the hell out of the older hunter he started cooking, and that was how the Winchester – Singer – Milligan family learned he could cook.
He could cook very well actually.
After that whenever he happened to stop by he was immediately directed to the kitchen and after a while he did not even need to be directed there.
On one day, he appeared directly in the kitchen this time – hell forbid him but he was almost becoming house broken – and found baking materials, candles, balloons, streamers and the whole clan up early gathered there.
It's the twins birthday. – Sadie decided to answer his unasked question.
I thought that it wasn't for another couple of months?
That's Sam's twins, we're talking about my twins.
She rolled her eyes, as if he was being dense on purpose, not really his fault he did not waste his time memorizing the dates that the Winchester's decided to shoot their offspring into the world!
He would have answered them, probably made fun of their lack of sense or lack of condoms, he never found out witch one was the guilty party for all those brats, but at that moment the two oldest brats came running down the stairs and straight into the kitchen, stopping not near their parents, but right in front of him.
Hi mister demon! – Exclaimed the small boy making him look down.
Mister demon, are we getting evil pancakes for our birthday?
In front of that statement his brain took a few seconds to work again and all he could come up was;
Evil pancakes? – He was pretty sure he was making one hell of a fish impersonation by now.
Your pancakes! – came the little boy's answer.
My pancakes are evil? – What the hell were this two talking about? By the expressions on the other's faces nobody else had a clue about it either.
Well duh! You're evil, so if you make pancakes, they are evil pancakes! – The little girl explained.
That sounds… - It sounded like logic from the point of view of a five year old actually. – Sounds logical, I suppose.
So? – The two children asked together.
So… What? – That was one of the reasons he preferred the kitchen, he did not do well with kids.
Are. You. Making. Us. Evil. Pancakes? – Again the little girl asked, looking at him like her mother had earlier.
You want me to make pancakes? Aren't my pancakes evil?
Yeeeeah, but evil pancakes are the best! – The two children answered.
I guess I could make you pancakes…for a price, tell me kids are you willing to give me a soul for pancakes?
Hell no! – They chorused again, the little boy kicked his shins, as the adults sent him murderous glares, but the little girl seemed to be thinking.
How about cake? – The girl asked breaking the silence that followed his proposal.
What? – Honestly these kids ought to come with a dictionary attached.
Cake, you give us pancakes we give you cake sounds like a deal?
Deal kid. – He answered while every single adult in the room tried not to laugh, to be honest he was having a hard time himself.
Cool, but I'm not kissing you, you have cooties.
And with that they both ran out of the room loudly announcing to the other kids that they were going to have evil pancakes for breakfast, as the entire kitchen shook with laughter, his included.
Oh hell, scratch the almost, he was totally house broken., and with that thought he went on to make some pancakes, after all a deal is a deal.
