A/N: Rampant all caps and exclamation abuse ahead. Ye have been warned.

Chapter 14 – King Crowley's Very Bad Day, pt. 2

Boomer stared fearfully at the hole. He thought the King was going to rise up and kill us all.

"Is it - is it over?" he whispered.

Dean chuckled as he sat down between us. "Oh hell no."

King Crowley kept right on cussing and fussing. I still didn't recognize half the words he used.

The driver picked herself up. After she dusted herself off she leaned over the edge. Her nose wrinkled up at the stench. The air that came out of that crater was foul. Burnt rubber, gasoline, and over that the rank smell of my pee, thick and hot.

I'd marked my territory, all right. That made me grin all white and toothy.

"Uh, sir, why don't you just smoke out? Or teleport?"

"I CAN'T SMOKE OUT, YOU SODDING TWIT! NOTHING I DO WORKS! GO! GO GET SOMEONE!"

The driver frowned. "I can't teleport out either, sire."

"YOU'RE USELESS, YOU KNOW THAT? BLOODY USELESS! DOES YOUR CELL WORK?"

"Yes sir."

"THEN CALL SOMEBODY! MAKE THE CALL! GET MY DEMONS HERE! GET EVERYONE OUT HERE! MAKE THE DAMN CALL OR I SWEAR I WILL HAVE YOUR GUTS FOR GARTERS WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE!"

The female demon stepped back. Not having to breathe in that stench was a relief. She pulled out her phone and punched in one number after another.

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The King yelled. He bellowed. He threatened all of Creation.

I realized why.

He was a demon, and an old one at that, but I heard things about him before I left Hell. The two legged demons talked freely about everything in front of us pups. They wouldn't have dared do that in front of my mom, Juliet, and the other adult hounds, but I was young then. Who who cares what a puppy thinks? We're soft and dumb and harmless. All a newborn hellhound pup does is play, eat and sleep.

But that doesn't mean we don't hear what's said.

King Crowley's soft.

Doesn't mean that we don't remember those words, either.

He's clawed his way to the throne...

Demons whispered among themselves.

...but he's too used to the finer things in life now.

And I never forgot what they said.

He was a salesman, for Hades' sake!

I might not have understood everything that was said, but I heard all that and more.

Look what he did with the new Knight of Hell. The King went on vacation with him! Went out howling at the moon with him when he should have put a collar on Winchester, made him come to heel instead.

Hellhounds are more like dogs than people think. We want to believe that our pack leaders and our masters will take care of us always, no matter what. We need to believe that.

Boomer didn't catch it. He sat there staring google eyed at the scene, but he had an excuse. He was just a pup. But I realized what was really happening. Dean did too. I could tell by the way the corners of his mouth quirked upwards into a slight smile when he looked at the hole. Down there in the dark the King of Hell sat there covered in grime, broken glass, dirt and pee. He reeked. And he was trapped. He didn't know who, how or why just yet, but this was something new, something he'd never experienced in his long life.

King Crowley was afraid.

And Dean was just getting started.

TBC