indomitable-hunter:

crowleymeowley:

Crowley felt Dean’s hand on his back, his cat instinct just made he move more against the hand and the Dean’s body, purring louder now, making the arms involved in Dean’s body, hugging him. “Okay … I’ll let you carry me sometimes,” he answered smiling, still rubbing on Dean’s face. “Hnm …”

Dean moved carefully, standing as he picked up Crowley, holding him close as he went over to the fridge before he got the milk before he teased softly, “Glass or saucer?”

Crowley was in the form of kitten before being caught looking at Dean and moving his paws in the air.

“Glaaaaasss” he replied, shaking his tail from side to side.

2ndwinchester:

crowleymeowley:

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Crowley was positive with the head moving up and down, “Yes, I knew you would be here and let’s say … You are much more … well, you’re easier to handle than his brother, he has a Hot Head “Crowley spoke shrugged, tilting his head to the side and arching an eyebrow he often did not understand why Sam was being so ‘politically correct’ Yes, he knew that Sam was ‘just right’ of the family, but he thought he would not be so ‘not rude’ with the King of Hell.

“A little bit defiant, I really thought I was more, I guess I should try harder then!” He spoke laughing then Crowley reached out grabbing the bags and began to open them, tearing the plastic, he had no patience for it, he turned his attention to Sam “… yes … when you are .. domesticated, the demons gain a conscience … and … I … “It was a little hard for him to talk, sometimes made ​​breaks and looked to the side so uncomfortable “I regret everything I did as a demon … understand? Everyone who I killed … all that blood. .. “He began to shrug the shoulders. “I don’t know what I want … I just want to do something … to be forgiven .. I want be forgiven …! … What do I do?” He asked.

Sam kept his watch on Crowley, sure that he may have just unintentionally struck a deep seeded nerve somewhere deep inside the demon King. It was still generally confusing- sure, it was easy to understand the whole becoming a pet thing, but who the hell had managed to save, or even preserve, one of those spells? Was there even a cure to it, or would he have Crowley stuck as an unprotected pet? Who knew what kind of trouble someone could cause with the King at their disposal.

He listened to the ‘cat man’s laugh, letting out a small chuckle of his own. “Alright, I understand Crowley. It’s called having a conscience, which is what most of us have had. You probably had one before,” he gestured with both his hands towards the other male before speaking again. “I’ll help you, BUT I can’t promise anything. I don’t even know if there is a spell to protect you or if there is a way to reverse this whole thing, but I’ll do my best as long as Dean doesn’t get suspicious.” Sam gave Crowley a crooked smile, turning his gaze elsewhere. Shreds of plastic slipping past his line of vision as he though.

Crowley took the milk that was in Plastic bag, throwing the bag down smoothly with it, opening the milk and noting that it was cold, he didn’t drink cold milk, the only thing that Crowley like cold was ice cream,  so he continued holding the bottle of milk and looking at Sam, he was silent for a while just taking a deep breath and reflecting so lonely.

“… I hate having a conscience … no .. when I was a human I was worse than you think … I had no conscience as I am having now …” He spoke at last was true, he remembered the things she had done when she was a human and had to admit they helped him enter hell.

“… Thank you …” He spoke a bit low looking for the next “When Dean appears I can turn into my cat form so he will not know it’s me … want to see?” He wondered, but before the response Sam, Crowley put the milk in a table and began to have his body getting completely hairy, like an animal, he writhed even turn into a cat.

2ndwinchester:

You little crazy moosenguin (moose+penguin) D:

1. I will reply everyone
2. anyone have skype? needed someone to talk there.

indomitable-hunter:

crowleymeowley:

Crowley smiled biting Dean shirt and pulling, he could be a pest when he wanted, Dean’s chest was so warm and comfortable, all cats like sleeping in a hot and comfortable place, he ran his head against Dean’s chin as a cat who was packing his corner.

“I never had anyone looking after me ..” He spoke softly, brushing more his face against Dean “as your pet And I’ll do anything for you …” He spoke smiling, never thought it would be so nice have someone “Dean … I want milk.”

Dean smiled, a content little smile as he felt Crowley’s head nuzzling against him making his heart thump a little bit more. He ran his hand down the others back as best he could. He hummed softly before nuzzling his fingers into a small knot of muscles. “I’ll get you milk on the condition that you will let me carry you sometimes.”

Crowley felt Dean’s hand on his back, his cat instinct just made he move more against the hand and the Dean’s body, purring louder now, making the arms involved in Dean’s body, hugging him. “Okay … I’ll let you carry me sometimes,” he answered smiling, still rubbing on Dean’s face. “Hnm …”

The Awesomeness Of The Supernatural Cast - Part 8

winchestersonofabitch:

crowleymeowley:

Crowley also noted the number of prisoners who were watching the two, he could not take the plunge, he had to earn that, he had to argue to win, because he knew that in a fight he probably would not beat Dean, he knew the reputation of the damned and he was no fool to start a fight in which he would lose, but when he listened to the agreement he calculated that he would lose it that way, if the other prisoners saw him accept this agreement only by a bed, they would begin to take advantage of Crowley and he would end up losing several businesses he has, he had to make a turnaround in that conversation, he had to buy time “I guess we better talk about businesses later …” He said, smiling, listening to the signal collecting beat, the prisoners had to go back to their cells to be counted, stay there for a while and then come out to eat. “Let’s talk inside …” He spoke smiling and turning back to Dean, entering the prison again, going on their new ‘room.’ He arrived before Dean and waited, leaning against the bunk.

“Let’s talk love!”

After the whole situation outside, Dean had been getting questioning looks. Most likely from people so quick to defend the prison king. He didn’t give a damn though. He ate his sandwich and was back in his cell in no time. Crowley was there, a reminder that he would be there for a long time from here on out. He sighed. Damn shame. “Alright. I want free stuff. You can have the top bunk and I’ll act as though I’m threatened by you. Sound good?”

Crowley looked different when the other prisoners were not looking at him, he seemed to be more vulnerable, be really different, he shoved a little shoulder looking at Dean “Actually … I’d rather stay down … I have fear of heights … “He admitted, biting his lips “… Out there, you know, I had to show respect, but my position would go down …” He explained, after all, the chain was actually made ​​by appearances, he had to show in order to stay on top “But if you act as though by me I can give you one free stuff. Of course, if you keep things the cell into the cell … what do you think?”

greenplaidandcoffeestains:

This was definitely a game changer, something neither Sam or Dean himself expected to happen after successfully curing a demon—especially one as strong and authoritative as Crowley. Shooting his eyebrows nearly past his hair line, Sam couldn’t help but stare so intently at the ears that had somehow attached himself to the top of Crowley’s head. Nothing about a cured demon seemed less threatening, than the animal ears that had suddenly become his new accessories.

“Uh, so those are new I mean..is that what happens? I..” Accidentally allowing a long chuckle to slip past his lips, Sam reached forward, brushing one hand quickly over the raven black furry ears. “Y’know what, I-I can’t take this seriously. What the hell—uh, how did you get these?”

Crowley now had ears and tail, a tail … Yes, that was the worst, were not mere fantasy, it was real, he felt, he listened, he felt the damn tail move from side to side, it really was a little scary, he was hating it all.

“This is all your fault! Sam is all your fault!” He repeated, he was visibly irritated, but at the same time he did not know exactly what was felt, was probably the fault of Sam’s blood in his veins, making him more ‘purified’ or simply ‘domesticated’ he knew no more explain the difference but the big difference was noticed when Sam touched the ear of former demon, Crowley looked like a skittish cat, he shoved the shoulders and ears let down, like a cat being frightened, but when he realized he was doing this, he soon returned to his posture would be cleaned and throat.

“How? … HOW?! … You left me weak! .. All that heals everything … I just got weak!” He tilted his head to the side, the maximum allowed his collar and turned to look at Sam “… then … I thought all the books that teach how tame a demon had been erased … destroyed … a bloody hunter found me … I’ve been … tamed … And it’s your fault! “

winchestersonofabitch:

crowleymeowley:

Crowley was initially unresponsive, anyone had the treatise that way in prison, he … he .. he was pretty much the boss there, he sent, or at least he thought so, he was the king of the prison, was there from teenager and would not listen to such horrible things that thief that Dean was not he would not “I think you misunderstand, I’m not asking, I’m saying I’ll stay on top,” he said, still smiling sarcastic in the face, but the smile disappeared, Crowley had a small problem with the height, after all, all the prison was taller than him “… are you saying I’m down? … calling me softly?” He asked, coming closer to Dean, entering his personal space, he had to lift her face to face him face to face.

Dean looked at Crowley, never once had he given in to the king. In fact, he didn’t fear or respect Crowley. They both thought of one another as dicks and Dean wasn’t about to give up his sleeping space for a pampered bitch. He noticed from the corner of his eye that the other inmates were watching, expecting a fight. His attention was back on Crowley and he figured they could strike a deal. “You want my bunk you’ve gotta do something for me,” he said, face still serious. “I want free smokes and wine. Plus you’ve gotta get Gordon to stop gawking at me. I can’t add time onto my record for kicking his ass.”

Crowley also noted the number of prisoners who were watching the two, he could not take the plunge, he had to earn that, he had to argue to win, because he knew that in a fight he probably would not beat Dean, he knew the reputation of the damned and he was no fool to start a fight in which he would lose, but when he listened to the agreement he calculated that he would lose it that way, if the other prisoners saw him accept this agreement only by a bed, they would begin to take advantage of Crowley and he would end up losing several businesses he has, he had to make a turnaround in that conversation, he had to buy time “I guess we better talk about businesses later …” He said, smiling, listening to the signal collecting beat, the prisoners had to go back to their cells to be counted, stay there for a while and then come out to eat. “Let’s talk inside …” He spoke smiling and turning back to Dean, entering the prison again, going on their new ‘room.’ He arrived before Dean and waited, leaning against the bunk.

“Let’s talk love!”

theprodigalsonoflamb:

crowleymeowley:

theprodigalsonoflamb:

“Really? I always though Jerry was the cat.”

Sam had always been the one who liked those kinds of cartoons. The plot was never changing. Always the same. God he always hated that show. 

“Can’t a guy be curious? I mean, It’s not every day you see a demon sporting-” Hands gesticulated loosely at Crowley’s ears.”That.”

Well…Tom was the cat.

No, a guy can be curious, but you can’t be curious! … What the problem with my ears ?

“I got it the first time.”

“Why the hell do you know that anyway? And I don’t have a damn problem with your fluffy-princess cat ears.”

You know, by your cleverness I really did not think you’d understand.

Because I thought I could help, anyway … currently does not have a lot to do … Do not call it that way, you damn little bastard!