Demons and Angels Vs Flappy Birds
Crowley smirked at the little angels and kneeled in front of them. They were all giving him that cold glare all pissed off angels seemed to have. They had been simple to find. In fact, Crowley wondered how his minions had such trouble getting their hands on the angels, but that could be answered with just one name. Winchesters. Squirrel and Moose weren't going to be a problem now though. Not in the predicament they are currently in. Even Bobby was playing sleeping beauty at the moment. Crowley cast an eye to the sleeping hunters now piled on the floor. Too bad Kevin and Charlie weren't home. Oh, what fun he could have!
"Wake them up," Cas hissed, but he was barely intimidating with those fluffy baby wings and that baby trench coat wrapped around his frail body.
"How about we make a deal, Half pint?" Gabriel smirked at that, glancing in Balthazar's direction and the middle angel stepped forward, sass in each step.
"Alright, but under our terms only," Balthazar explained. Crowley rolled his eyes, nodding his head. Honestly, this was starting to get irritating. What were they planning to do? Attack him with pacifiers and baby blankets? HA! Balthazar cleared his throat, drawing Crowley's attention back to the grey winged angel. Hmmm…those feathers would make a good pillow. Balthazar cleared his throat once more, sounding irritated that Crowley's attention span lasted about the same as the baby angels themselves. "If you can beat us at Flappy Birds by nap time we will go with you and you can do whatever you want to us. If you fail then you wake up the others and run for the hills," Balthazar finally explained. Crowley held back a laugh. Really? Those were their terms? How hard could keeping a fat little bird from nose diving? He practically had a hand in making the hellish game that every mortal soul sells their soul to!
"You have yourselves a deal," Crowley stated, leaning forward for his payment. A disgusted look crossed all three angel's faces, but they still lent forward, pressing sloppy quick kisses to the king of hell's cheeks. Crowley sighed. It would have to do. Getting back up to his feet Crowley made his way towards the couch. He sat down and all three angels appeared, sitting down with him. Crowley snapped his fingers, four IPods appearing in their hands. Everyone clicked on the image of a fat little bird with big eyes and the game began.
"Bloody yellow blob!" the king of hell shouted, swearing up a storm as he died for what must have been the billionth time that night. He had gotten as far as 30 so far and was sweating like he had run a marathon. The angels were all sprawled around the couch, upside down and half hanging off the couch. He had no idea where they were at, but from the looks of their wiggling and muttering little forms they weren't doing any better. Seriously, who came up with this…oh, yeah. Crowley glared at the fat little bird that had just run into a green tuby thing. What was that thing in the first place? A pillar or was it something else? Who cares? It doesn't matter. What matters is him getting a bigger score. Just as Crowley was about to bob past 32 the iPods magically disappeared from his and the baby angels' hands. "Ballocks!" Crowley shouted, rubbing at his temple to try and force away the headache he had started to gain from the game. The little angels stretched their wings, smirking at one another cleverly. Crowley couldn't help but to let a snide smile ease its way across his face. Oh, they thought they were so great. Bet they didn't get past 6!
"Well, let's see the scores," Gabriel said, looking very happy. Crowley nodded, waving a hand across the air in front of him. Four different score boards appeared in the air in front of them. Crowley's blinked red with a 31 for a score while all three angels' had scores blinking bright green lights saying, 99999999! Crowley ducked as the scoreboard blew up from the high score, eyes blown wide.
"Only the holy can defeat the most hellish of games," Balthazar chuckled, putting his hands on his hips. "Plus if you know the correct cheats and hacking devices it's simple to get high scores." Crowley glared at the angels.
"You cheated?!" the king of hell gasped. The angels shrugged.
"We never said you couldn't," Gabe, chuckled. Crowley tried to hold in his frustration. Of course the one time he decided not to cheat he actually could have. Damn sneaky angels.
"Now, wakes them ups!" Castiel shouted, pointing at everybody. Crowley smirked cunningly.
"Says who, Angel? I may not break my promises, but-"
"But you still aren't breaking your deals because I've got a hellhound here that'll bite you in half," Charlie's voice called from the doorway. Next to her stood Kevin, whom was barely keeping Custos from lashing out at the demon. Crowley eyed the angry mutt, knowing far better than to test such a beast. Without a second thought, Crowley snapped his fingers and Dean, Sam, and Bobby's eyes began to flutter as they slowly awoke.
"Thanks for the game, Boys. I'll be looking forward to part two of our lovely game," Crowley stated before disappearing from the apartment and Kevin let go of Custos and the dog rushed over to the angels, sniffing them and searching for any injuries.
Crowley walked through hell, by a torture table with a new soul ready for picking. The gimpy thing shivered at his sight and Crowley smirked, tossing an iPod at the soul. The soul frowned at the fat little bird now bobbing on the screen. And began to tap at the screen. Crowley smirked, glancing around hell only to see tortured faces illuminated by the bright screens of iPhones and iPods as they battled the most torturous game created.
In case you have not noticed my mind is sick of stupid flappy bird. I've had it forever and it still takes me freaking days until I get past 3. Planning on having Crowley babysit the angels in a future chapter so keep your eyes open for him!