Hello again lovelies! Another one because I like you all so much! Same disclaimer applies. My responses to you guys are in the end A/N xx
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"He's up to something an' has been for a while. Did you see how his face got all squirrely as he just up and left? I'm telling you Cas, there's something going on with Sam. I don't like it."
When no response came, not even Cas's newfound sarcastic tongue, Dean turned from his vigil by the door to find Castiel simply staring into space.
"Cas?" Nothing. Not a peep.
Dean's loose-canon temper did not handle it well.
"Cas, are you even listening to me?" Castiel may as well have been deaf for all the attention he paid Dean, which to Bobby practically screamed Doomsday seeing as paying attention to Dean was the only thing the goddamn angel ever did.
With one final unsuccessful attempt at getting Cas' attention, Dean stalked across the room and roughly grabbed him by the lapels of his coat.
"Listen here angel boy I'm tying to tell you something ––" and just like that, Dean was falling through the air clutching nothing as the angel vanished. Dean's seething was well on its way to exploding now. "Damn you and your feathery ass, I swear to god I'll ––"
"That's enough boy!" Bobby roared. "Take a walk. I don't wanna see your ugly mug back here until you've cleared that teeny melon of yours, you got that? Good. Now git!" With a final glare that could probably melt flesh, Dean stormed out, all clenched fists and heavy boots as he slammed the door behind him so hard it shook on its hinges.
"Those two have more sexual tension than Mr. and Mrs. Smith," a British voice came from behind him.
"This just ain't my day. Bloody angels an' Winchesters an' now demons," Bobby grumbled under his breath. To the demon he said, "whaddya want Crowley?"
"Come now, is that the only greeting I get? An' here I was thinking we were closer than that."
A famous Singer glare was the only response he got.
"I assume your strife is with the co-dependent morons and their angel counterparts? Or is there another sore spot for Replacement Papa Bear?" The demon grinned smugly, all white teeth and wicked eyes.
"You shut your dam demonic mouth or I'll pour some salt down yer throat, hear me? You don't know squat."
More and more the demon had been hanging around – mainly to save his pitiful ass from all the hellfire heading his way – and then simply swanning off to whatever hole he crawled out of. It was grating on Bobby's very last nerve, especially given their recent history involving a deal and a bloody camera phone. He cleared his throat and turned away from the demon, mumbling sourly to himself.
And once again he was pulled from his thoughts by a British voice – only this time it was singing.
(The following vividly vintage pastiche [that'll never be a pop hit]
requires a certain level of discreetness due to its sensitive nature.)
This is the man that I plan to just strangle,
What a swine.
Crowley rolled his eyes and made his way towards Bobby but sang outward, as if there were only three walls, like there was no fourth wall…
My claim to fame should be to maim and to mangle,
King of Hell, that's why!
His posture slumped slightly and he gestured to Bobby.
But now just look at this,
The name I've made I've trade to assist.
Don't you see the trouble is ––
The demon's eyes widened minutely and his lips pressed together.
I'll never tell.
Bobby hrumphed and crossed his arms and sang with a voice roughened with hard alcohol and the life of a hunter yet still pleasant.
He really should run, my nerves down to one,
Frustration an'…is that lace?
His arms fell to his side and his eyes widened as yes, the handkerchief the demon had just retrieved was edged in bloody lace.
Lurks in the night when I'm right out of sight,
Waste of space!
The two shared a brief glare that said everything that wasn't sung.
I just want him to go,
The hate we've known will only grow.
There's just one thing that ––
Bobby's arms were once again across his chest, tightened.
No. I'll never tell.
Both of them looked away awkwardly and sang cause there's nothing to tell.
What followed was a tennis match of words. Back and forth across the room, insults flew with melodic and rhyming humour.
(Suggestions for audience: try not to laugh too hard, it
inhibits one's ability to read when one shakes with giggles.
Side note: normal is Crowley, dashes are Bobby, bold is both.)
He snores
- He wheezes -
Say 'cleaner' and he freezes
- He wears a pair of tweezers in his pocket side -
He sulks
- He sleazes -
He doesn't know what 'please' is
- He's seen my single malt whiskey and he's started to bribe -
We really should be wary
He doesn't think I'm scary
- He thinks I'm ordinary -
His toes are hobbit hairy
- Thank god it's only temporary -
But it's all very well
- Cause god knows -
I'll never tell
My lips are sealed
- I take the fifth -
Nothing to see
- Move it along -
I'll never…Tell.
Afterwards, when they had blustered their way through red-faced and shifty-eyed splutterings of "my toes are not 'hobbit hairy'" and "this lace is vintage," they agreed to never ever, under no circumstances – be they torture or otherwise – ever tell the Winchesters.
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So what did you think? Hope y'all liked it! Lemme know! And was the format ok? Could you guys follow along ok? I tried doing like underlined is Bobby, Crowley is this, both is that, but for some reason ff kept wiping my changes. So is it worth it or next time when there's simultaneous singing should I just put their names? It's hard writing simultaneous stuff!
rrudnero: Thank you and I'm glad you like them! And good, coz I've never written Sabriel before so I was panicking just a wee bit!
Avalonmyst: Oh wow thank you! I am deviating from the BTVS ep but trust me, the angst is not far away haha!
ll Kairi ll: I'll leave that to your imagination! ;) Glad you liked and laughed! Humour writing is new for me! I get the Sammy thing. In my head it's the same, only Dean is allowed to call Sam Sammy, and usually Sam would've been all "don't call me Sammy," after Gabe said it but the kid was sort of on a roll accusing Gabe. That's just how it played out in my head anyway :)
Niamhrmsmith94: Yay haha! The chapters are kinda short but that's seems to be just how they come out. I feel a bit like a ship tossed on the ocean coz these characters just seem to take control! :) Thank you for checking me out anyway, even though I'm a WIP, which is a work in progress, yes? Still getting up on the lingo! But thank you :)