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DEW Hallowe'en Challenge: A Winchester & scary

Locked up in Hell with Crowley is more changing than Sam would have expected. 300-word drabble.

Written for the 'Drabbles Every Weekend' Hallowe'en challenge at SPN BigPretzel on LiveJournal.

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Boogeyman

"I've become, my very own Boogeyman" – 'Boogeyman', Johnny Hollow

"Good morning, rise and shine!" cried Crowley sarcastically.

Sam jolted awake, slamming his head on the low ceiling just above the top bunk bed he now called his own. "Ow!" he complained. "I'm seriously going to get brain damage if I stay here much longer."

"Yes, well I could say the same from the stultifying company," grimaced Crowley, climbing out of the bottom bunk. He stood on tip toes, barely tall enough to allow him to inspect Sam's head more closely. "Hmm, yes. A couple of nasty lumps you've got coming up there."

"You're telling me! They're the size of eggs," Sam declared, rubbing his hand across his brow. "Ow! And sharp!"

Crowley shrugged.

"Talking of which, do my teeth look weird too?" Sam asked anxiously, baring his teeth.

Crowley rolled his eyes. "Look, while I might enjoy inflicting pain, do I look like a bloody dentist?" He gave a resigned sigh. "I think you might have a bad case of receding gums given the length of those fangs. And from your breath, a spot of gingivitis."

Sam struggled to throw back the sheet covering him, only for the material to get tangled in his fingers and rip apart. "Sheesh, I really need to cut my nails."

Swinging his legs over the edge, he dropped himself down to stand beside the bed. The clip-clop sound made then both look down in horrified surprise at Sam's cloven hooves.

"Ah," said Crowley at last, releasing his breath in a drawn-out sigh. "I did wonder if there might be some consequences for the devil's fated meat suit being incarcerated in Hell for so long."

"Where are my feet?" whined Sam. "What am I going to do?"

"Well, at least you won't still have to struggle anymore to find such ridiculously large, clown-size shoes."

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