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asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2019-08-21 03:19 pm
asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2019-08-21 03:19 pm
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Drinking Buddies (Supernatural Fic)
Title: Drinking Buddies
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Gen-ish
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 345
Summary: Dean and Crowley go drinking and it winds up not good for the brothers.
Author’s note: Written for days 9 and 11 of the August Rush challenge at 1_million_words. Also, I never really shipped Dean and Crowley, but I think I’m kinda doing that now. Leave it to Dean to go from an angel to a demon and back again.
“Damnit, Dean,” Sam growled, dropping onto the hard, wooden bench along the back wall of their cell. “What the hell were you thinking? Drinking with Crowley? Seriously?” He blew out a harsh breath of air and shook his head.
“Look, Sam, I –”
“I don’t really care how cute the little umbrellas were, Dean,” Sam howled. “You should not have been drinking piña fucking coladas with the king of hell!”
“Actually, I was thinking they’d make great little weapons,” Dean said, shoving a hand into one pocket and pulling one out. “Might need a little reinforcement but dip ‘em in a little holy water…”
“This isn’t funny,” Sam snapped. “We got arrested because of you two idiots.”
“No one asked you to come along,” Dean reminded him.
Sam bit back his reply because it was exactly why he’d followed Dean to the bar in the first place. Because his brother hadn’t asked. That and he knew he couldn’t trust Dean and Crowley alone in the same room.
Dean glanced at his brother and sighed. “I’m going to regret this, he mumbled. “CROWLEY, you smooth talking asshole, get over here, now.”
“Yes, boys,” came the familiar, cultured voice. “What kind of predicament have we gotten ourselves into now?”
“This is your fault,” Sam said, moving to launch himself off the bench.
Dean stepped between his brother and the demon, trying desperately to not roll his eyes at either of them. “We need a favor.”
“Hmm,” Crowley muttered. “I like the sounds of this. What can I do for you?”
“Get us out of here, please,” Dean said. “We can um… square up later.”
Crowley smiled. “Indeed, we can.” With a snap of his fingers, Crowley was gone.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Sam said, locking the door of the motel.
“You wouldn’t get off my ass, Sammy, I had to do something.”
“Now you owe him, Dean.”
“I know,” Dean said, trying to hide the smile creeping onto his face. Call him crazy, but there was something enticing about owing a demon like that a favor.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Gen-ish
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 345
Summary: Dean and Crowley go drinking and it winds up not good for the brothers.
Author’s note: Written for days 9 and 11 of the August Rush challenge at 1_million_words. Also, I never really shipped Dean and Crowley, but I think I’m kinda doing that now. Leave it to Dean to go from an angel to a demon and back again.
“Damnit, Dean,” Sam growled, dropping onto the hard, wooden bench along the back wall of their cell. “What the hell were you thinking? Drinking with Crowley? Seriously?” He blew out a harsh breath of air and shook his head.
“Look, Sam, I –”
“I don’t really care how cute the little umbrellas were, Dean,” Sam howled. “You should not have been drinking piña fucking coladas with the king of hell!”
“Actually, I was thinking they’d make great little weapons,” Dean said, shoving a hand into one pocket and pulling one out. “Might need a little reinforcement but dip ‘em in a little holy water…”
“This isn’t funny,” Sam snapped. “We got arrested because of you two idiots.”
“No one asked you to come along,” Dean reminded him.
Sam bit back his reply because it was exactly why he’d followed Dean to the bar in the first place. Because his brother hadn’t asked. That and he knew he couldn’t trust Dean and Crowley alone in the same room.
Dean glanced at his brother and sighed. “I’m going to regret this, he mumbled. “CROWLEY, you smooth talking asshole, get over here, now.”
“Yes, boys,” came the familiar, cultured voice. “What kind of predicament have we gotten ourselves into now?”
“This is your fault,” Sam said, moving to launch himself off the bench.
Dean stepped between his brother and the demon, trying desperately to not roll his eyes at either of them. “We need a favor.”
“Hmm,” Crowley muttered. “I like the sounds of this. What can I do for you?”
“Get us out of here, please,” Dean said. “We can um… square up later.”
Crowley smiled. “Indeed, we can.” With a snap of his fingers, Crowley was gone.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Sam said, locking the door of the motel.
“You wouldn’t get off my ass, Sammy, I had to do something.”
“Now you owe him, Dean.”
“I know,” Dean said, trying to hide the smile creeping onto his face. Call him crazy, but there was something enticing about owing a demon like that a favor.