Author: Kat Lee
Character/Pairing: Demon!Dean/Crowley, Juliet
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words Awesome Monday: New Puppy
Word Count: 1,070
Date Written: 12 February 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Kripke, not the author, and are used without permission.
He hasn’t smiled like this in ages, but then he hasn’t felt this light-hearted since . . . well, since ever. He can not remember ever feeling so free and light even as a mortal. There was always some Demon on the loose, someone they had to fight, someone they had to protect. At the very least, there was always Sammy to protect, and even though he does sometimes miss his brother, he damn sure doesn’t miss having to constantly look out for him.
He never had a childhood because of Sammy. He never knew what it was like to be free. He never even knew what it was like to tussle with dogs in the dirt as Crowley is now doing. He certainly doesn’t look like the King of Hell he is, rolling around in the dirt with Juliet’s latest brood. He’s laughing and smiling and doesn’t look threatening at all, not that Dean can’t take him and dethrone him if he ever chooses.
But unlike the rest of the Demons, he doesn’t want to take Crowley’s throne. He has no desire whatsoever for any role of leadership to be cast upon him. He’s enjoying his newfound freedom and doesn’t want it to end. He also, Dean realizes, doesn’t want this moment to end. He doesn’t want to see Crowley stop laughing and become all serious again. He’s glad he told him he should bring Juliet when he started getting bored on the road.
A Demon appears between them. He looks down his nose at Crowley and doesn’t realize Dean is grinding his teeth and clenching his fists behind him. “Your Majesty! We’ve found you at last!”
“Yeah,” Dean snarls, pouncing into action, “and you’ve lost him again too!”
He grabs his throat in his bare hands and is squeezing the life out of his meatsuit when Crowley looks up, dirt and fur marring both his designer suit and usually perfect kept hair and snaps, “That’s enough, Dean!” Dean releases the other Demon and backs away, not bothering to refrain from pouting. Crowley snaps his fingers, and the other Demon screams as he erupts into white-hot flames.
“I told you,” Crowley reminds him when they’re alone again except for Juliet and her new puppies. “There’s no reason to waste our time and energy on them.”
Dean doesn’t apologize. He doesn’t make excuses. He just growls, “I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”
Crowley shrugs. “I didn’t either,” he says as a Hellpuppy licks his fingers. “But he won’t look at me or you ever again now.”
Dean smirks. “It was like the bastard didn’t recognize you.” His eyes meet Crowley’s, and there’s that familiar spark of fire that passes through them every time they lock eyes. It was there even when he was still mortal, still being a goody two-shoes, still too concerned with what Sammy and the world might think to claim the King of Hell as his own. “I kinda like this look on you. Does this make you a father now?”
Juliet whines a little, and Crowley reaches out and strokes her face. To him, the dogs are beautiful, and although Dean doesn’t see the beauty in the dogs, he does see it in the man who loves them. “I’ve always been Juliet’s daddy,” he answers. Looking back up at him with a single eyebrow raised in question, Crowley adds, “The real question, Squirrel, is does this make you a mommy?” He shoots him a sarcastic, depreciating grin and twists his tone with the last word.
Dean watches him for a long time. Crowley stops waiting for an answer and goes back to rolling Juliet and the pups in their open pen. His laughter rolls out over the space between them, pounding like a big, bass drum, pounding like Dean’s heart has before when Crowley’s been so close their skin has touched. “I don’t think I’d mind that,” Dean finally admits, stepping closer.
Juliet looks up at him as he approaches. She doesn’t bare her teeth and growl, though, as she has every single time she’s ever seen him before. He reaches out a hand to her and lets her sniff him. She bumps her head against his hand. He continues on into the pen with her father and babies as he strokes her face. Soon, she’s licking his fingers, and Dean’s laughter is joining Crowley’s.
“So you gonna help me name them or not, luv?” Crowley asks nonchalantly, his gaze remaining riveted on the two puppies whose tummies he’s rubbing as they roll on their backs, tongues happily lolling out of their furry, little mouths.
Dean catches the name he calls him but doesn’t speak of it. Instead he points to one deeper into the pen. The one squatting and urinating in the back of the pen is one of the fatter, male pups. “That one’s Sammy,” he says and grins wide at Crowley’s responding bark of laughter.
“You bet! That’s just like Moose, isn’t it?!” He laughs but then grows serious. Dean looks down into his solemn, black eyes. “You know you’re never going to have to waste your life taking care of him again.”
“I know,” Dean answers in a whisper, feeling a little funny. He enjoys his freedom, but there’s just something about that statement that doesn’t sound right at all. But he doesn’t need Sammy now. He especially doesn’t need him if he’s got Crowley.
Crowley reaches up, grabs Dean’s shirt, and pulls him down into a kiss. As his hot, eager tongue slides into his mouth, his stubble brushes Dean’s cheeks. Dean lets a moan slip out of him as Crowley deepens their kiss even more. Oh, yeah, as long as he’s got Crowley, he definitely doesn’t need Sammy or his old life. He sinks down into the dirt beside the King of Hell who’s on his knees, wraps his arms around him, and kisses him harder and more hungrily.
Crowley starts to push him down onto the dirt, but Dean shoves him backwards instead. Still, as he comes over him, he knows this is all he’s ever going to need again. Just as long as Crowley remains his, he’s perfectly happy being a Demon and letting Sammy go at last. Soon, the boys are howling with their passion, and that sets the Hellhounds up to a howling chorus that has ever mortal who hears it quickly on the run.