Dean and Crowley
Covered in blood and dirt Dean pulls out the keys from his pocket and unlocks the door. He repockets his keys as he walks into the house he then stops and raises his hand and sees that its covered in blood. He then smiles proud of his success then locks the door leaving blood on the lock.
Dean walks down the hall leaving bloodied footprints behind him.
Dean: “I’m home.”
Dean rests his machete on the mantel and walks to the living room, before he can enter he is greeted.
Crowley dressed his suit and an apron holding a bloody spatula sets a bowl on the kitchen island before walking out into the hallway. He stops in front of Dean and puts one hand on his hip.
Crowley: “Oh, look who is finally home. Do you know how my day has been?” he says forcefully.
Crowley begins to wave the spatula spattering blood on the walls, Dean, and the hall floor.
Crowley: “All day I have been demoting demons, signing them in to Hell, having them killed, putting them in cells, pretending to listen to their many complaint’s, sending them to be tortured.”
Crowley lets out a forceful sigh.
Crowley: “I would have been fine if I was able to kill some demons or torture some, but did I?” Crowley asked rhetorically “No!”
Crowley looks Dean up and down then purses his lips.
Crowley: “I see you have been out killing, but as you like to call it, hunting.”
Dean stands there feeling awkward as he drops his head and peeks up at Crowley while he thinks “Oh crap”.
Dean: “Uh…” He begins as he raises his head.
Crowley sucks in his breath and sniffles as he tries to hide the tears coming to his eyes.
Crowley: “You have been killing with someone else. What’s wrong with me?”
Dean opens his mouth to say something, but Crowley holds up his hand.
Crowley: “No, no don’t say anything. I just need to be alone for a minute.” He says with pain in his voice. “Dinner is on the counter.”
Dean: “I…”
Before Dean could finish Crowley snaps his fingers as he drops the bloody spatula.
Dean lets out a sigh while he shakes his head and bites his lip.
Dean: “Damn it.” He says to himself.
