Crowley Babysits
The Winchesters sat at the hotel, watching as their baby angels slept peacefully in a pile on the bed. Their delicate little wings were wound around each other protectively. Sam looked to his brother, knowing how much this was making him sick, but they had to. It was too dangerous with the angels and they were one their own since the others were working on other cases. The Wendigo could rip a man in half. Who knows what it would do to a baby angel.
"Sam, we can't just leave them alone. Not like last time," Dean murmured, fingers gently ghosting over the angels each.
"I know, Dean, but we have no other choice," Sam whispered, hating himself for even trying to persuade his brother to just abandon the celestial beings.
"Who said you had to leave them alone?" Dean and Sam both spun around, firing their guns right away. Crowley looked down at the bullet holes now littering his new suit and raised a brow at the both of them.
"You both really know how to throw a welcome party," Crowley sighed, eyes trailing to the angels now startled out of their sleep. "There they are! Come here angels-" Dean lifted his gun again, glaring at Crowley. The king of hell held his hands up in surrender. "Whoa there, Mama Bear. I just want to help."
"Help?! Last time you threatened to take the angels away if you beat them at Flappy Bird and knocked me and Sam out cold. Why should we trust you?" Dean snarled.
"Let's see. I'm your only hope and I want the angels alive and well just as much as you do," Crowley stated. The hunters frowned.
"But the other demons…"
"Were blood lusting morons. Honestly, the last thing I'm planning on is killing three baby angels and pissing off heaven. No, these cuties are useful just as they are, stuck with you two. I have plans for them, but not yet."
"You're not chalking up any points for yourself," Dean growled. The king of hell smirked and nodded at the angels staring at him wide eyed.
"What do you say, Angels? Trust Uncle Crowley to keep an eye on you tonight?" Crowley questioned. The angels stared at him for long time before nodding.
"But-"
"It otay, Dwean. Alfie, Mikey, and our other big brothers won't let him touch us," Cas said, pointing at the ceiling. Sam looked up, frowning.
"Why don't they just watch you guys for us then instead?" Sam questioned.
"It'll be funny to watch the king of hell play super nanny," Gabe explained.
"Bloody feather brained-" lightning boomed outside and Crowley shut his mouth. Dean stared uneasily between Crowley, the angels, and the sky. He couldn't trust Crowley to watch the angels, but could he trust the angels' big brothers to keep an eye on them? Dean glanced at Sam.
"Fine," Dean hissed through his teeth, hating the word as it passed his lips. He wished that they had brought Custos along. "We'll be back in a few hours, but if we find one feather out of place you're going to need more than a new suit," Dean sputtered.
"I'll take care of them. Scouts honor," Crowley hummed with a smirk. Dean and Sam turned away from the demon then and kneeled in front of the bed the angels were seated on.
"Take care of each other," Sam whispered, hugging each angel tightly.
"When do we not?" Balthazar chuckled nervously before jumping out of Sam's embrace and into Dean's. The old hunter held the angel close before scooping Cas and Gabe up too.
"I…uh…I…"
"Us too, Dean-O," Gabe whispered, hugging Dean tighter. A small smile made its way across Dean's face and the angels all pulled away. Well, all accept one. Cas stayed in Dean's arms, reluctant to let go. Dean ran a gentle hand down Cas' soft down feathers and Castiel buried his face into Dean's neck.
"Promise you'll come back?" Cas asked, eyes wide as he looked up at Dean. Dean nuzzled Castiel's face with his own.
"Course, Cas," Dean whispered. "You going to help your brothers terrorize Crowley for me until I get back?" Cas nodded enthusiastically, an evil grin slowly inching across his face. "Alright then. I'll see you soon then," Dean said, pealing Cas off of him and setting him next to the angel brothers before exiting the hotel with Sam at his heals. When the Winchesters were finally gone Crowley plopped down on the bed opposite of the angels.
"So what shall we do, Angels?"
"We're hungry," Cas grumbled.
"Here," Crowley said, clicking his fingers and a tray of pizza appeared. Cas wrinkled his nose.
"That's not breakfests! We wants wuffles!" the angel squealed, hopping up and down on the bed. Crowley rolled his eyes at the angel, snapping his fingers and a plate stacked with waffles appeared in front of the angel. "Where's the syrup?" Again, Crowley snapped his fingers and strawberry syrup covered the waffles. Cas stuck his tongue out in disgust. "That not maple syrup. I wants maple syrup!" Cas screamed.
"We want maple syrup! We want maple syrup!" the angels shouted together, true voices starting to ring. Crowley covered his ears, growling as the angels' holy voices penetrated his ear drums. Snapping his fingers one last time the strawberry syrup disappeared and was replaced with maple. The angels quieted and began munching on their breakfast. Crowley rubbed his temple, trying to remind himself why he shouldn't strangle the three here and now. Oh wait, that's right! Because they are the greatest bargaining chip in the world!
"Crowrey!" The king of hell froze at the use of his name and he glared at the angels who just sat their smirking at him cunningly.
"What did you just call me?" The angels ignored the question and the three jumped from their spots on the bed and waddled over to the living room to pull out the toys the hunters had brought along with them to entertain the angels.
"Let's play dress ups!" Cas ordered, holding up a crown.
"Sorry, Bambi, but I'm the king of hell. I'm not the sugar plum princes," Crowley snapped, crossing his arms over his chest as he refused to put on the tiara. Castiel looked over his shoulder and with a snap of Gabriel's fingers Crowley's tailored transformed into a frilly pink gown with watching high heels. Gabe even made sure to add pounds of blush to the king of hell's cheeks. Castiel smirked happily, holding up the crown again.
"Now you's a sugar princes," Cas stated, bouncing on his toes as he tried to reach Crowley's head. Crowley cussed beneath his breath and snapped his fingers in attempt to rid himself of his new outfit, but Gabriel only snapped the suit away again. Crowley growled, exasperated and then finally let out a huff. His eyes scanned the angels waiting for him to put on the crown. There was no getting out of it this. Grudgingly, Crowley, bent down and Castiel giggled excitedly as he plopped the princess's crown on top of the king of hell's head.
"I dubs thee, Crowrey, Princes of…Cheese Puffs!" Cas said, as he glanced at the bag of Cheese Puffs sitting on the couch. Crowley frowned and watched Balthazar pick up the bag of round balls.
"More puffs!" the middle angel commanded. Crowley raised a brow and Gabriel rolled his eyes.
"Make more," the oldest angel demanded. This was getting ridiculous. Crowley once again snapped his fingers and the floor was soon flooded with billions of cheese puffs.
"WHOOHOO!" Gabe shouted, swimming through the ocean of cheese puffs and popping a handful in his mouth as he went. Crowley popped one in his mouth as well and sat down on the arm of the couch, glaring at the cheese dirtying his pink dress.
"Where'd Balthy go?" Cas questioned. The four looked over the sea of orange littering the floor, but there was no sign of the angel.
"BAZINGA!" Balthazar shouted, popping up from the balls of cheese. The other two angels burst out laughing at their brother, catching in their mouths the cheese balls that had been thrown into the air by Balthazar. Crowley couldn't help the small chuckle that made its way past his lips and the angels stared at him in surprise for a moment.
"What?" the king of hell questioned. "I can't have a little fun?" The angels gave each other a clever look before turning their attention back to Crowley.
"Then how about we have some fun?" Gabriel said cunningly, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Crowley leaned forward, elbows on his knees.
"What did you have in mind?"
"We're back!" Sam shouted as he and Dean shuffled back into the hotel room. The hunt hadn't taken as long as they thought. They were still slightly beat up and tired though and all they really wanted to do was lay on the couch with their angels and watch old movies. Maybe Indiana Jones or something?
"What the hell?" Dean blurted as he walked into the living room to see a disco ball on the ceiling, an ocean of cheese puffs on the floor, and the king of hell laying half drunk on their couch dressed like the fucking good witch from Wizard of Oz. Both hunter's eyes trailed over to the three little angels sitting around Crowley with a permanent marker, scribbling stupid faces and curly mustaches all over the king's face. Dean crossed his arms. "Well, you three had all the fun without us," Dean teased. The angels looked up from Crowley's face and squealed at the sight of the two hunters. Crowley startled as the angels shouted and jumped into Dean and Sam's arms as they greeted the hunters back home. Crowley rubbed his forehead, looking at the clock to see that it was four in the morning now. He let out a long grown before stumbling to his feet, feeling completely drained and tired. Must have drained his powers from making all those damn cheese puffs.
"Right, I'm out of here," Crowley, groaned, cracking his stiff back.
"You realize the babysitter is usually the one that throws the party not the babies, Crowley?" Sam teased. Crowley flipped him off, too tired to come up with any good insults for once. The hunters just chuckled, plopping down on the couch while snuggling with their angels and flipping on the TV. Taking that as his cue, Crowley prepared to zap off until Dean called from the couch,
"Love the dress by the way, Princess…"
"Piss off, Squirrel," Crowley grumbled before disappearing in thin air. Dean smirked to himself and then to Sammy.
"You got a picture right, Sammy?" Sam, without looking away from the TV, handed Dean his phone and the older hunter smirked at the picture of Princess Crowley getting doodled on by the three giggly angels. The hunter let out a soft chuckle before stuffing his cheeks full of puffs like a chipmunk and finding Indiana Jones on their TV. Maybe Crowley wasn't such a bad babysitter after all.
Got my internet fixed so I shall now be posting again. Sadly, I won't be home tomorrow so you won't get a new chapter Friday. Saturday or Sunday you might though. Yes, I got Crowrey from the season 8 gag real. I couldn't help myself. Thanks EricNorthmanIsMySoulMate767 for the request! I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm hungry now. Time for some left over cheese puffs ;)