#crowley's hellhound

[yakkety-yak-art]

Lil’ Crowley! And Juliet. :) Juliet’s design is based off of @gorlassar ‘s Hellhound design. My scanner is bein’ dumb, so the image is a bit grainy.

[purplepufferrfish]

Crowley's hellhound is named fucking Juliet 😂😂😂😂

[thayerkerbasy]

Working Like A Dog

Part of the A Man and His Dog series Part one Part two

Juliet had been guarding the magic bone knife for many nights and days. As he had promised, her master visited often, playing fetch in the graveyard whenever he could get away. He would sometimes guard the knife for her so that she could go on a hunt. Juliet sometimes wondered whether any other hound had such a good master. She thought not.

Of course there was that one time when he came to her smelling of the beer and cars and gunpowder and magic human that he called Dean. Her master’s association with that human concerned her. The man was a hunter and hunters were bad news for demons. Still, whenever her master was with Dean, he seemed to come back happier, so for now she was willing to let it slide.

Nights were long and days even longer. At night, at least she could hunt. The graveyard had never been so uninhabited by small furry things, but there was always something she could track down and kill. Still, it was a good thing that her master had been sending her on proper hunts when he could. A hound could not subsist on crows and raccoons alone.

The day things changed dawned like any other. The tiny night creatures that were too small to bother hunting scurried off to their homes to sleep. Little birds awoke and began singing their loud, annoyingly cheerful songs. The human who tended to the graveyard began his rounds, first checking to be sure nothing had been broken during the night, then starting his noisy grass cutting machine. After he had tended to the grave Juliet was sworn to protect, Juliet curled up atop it to rest. Not sleep - hellhounds required no sleep - but rest.

The sun was high in the sky when the demon came. It smelled of ambition and fresh blood and it wore the meat of a yellow-haired adolescent girl. Juliet watched in silence as the demon walked through the graveyard, clearly searching. Since she had spotted it early, Juliet was able to keep away from the demon, moving carefully within the shadows before it could get too close to spot her.

After it had made a thorough sweep of the graveyard, the demon called out, “Juliet! I’ve been sent to collect you. Crowley said you were guarding something special, but it’s time to go home.”

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[thayerkerbasy]

From Hell

Part 1 in A Man and His Dog

Juliet was a good dog. She knew that because her master told her so the first time they met. She couldn't remember a time before her master. The day she came into being, he was there waiting for her. He picked her up, stroked her fur and scratched behind her ears, all while telling her what a good dog she was. It was a good day.

Most days after that were good too. Her master never got tired of playing fetch with her. He always had bones to throw and she would take off running to go fetch them for him. He always had words of praise for her whenever she brought the bone back and always a treat when they were done. When she grew big enough to shift to the material realm, her master would teleport bones for her to hunt. At first it was hard to track bones through the shadows, but she wanted to please her master, so she learned to fetch those too.

Some days, when her master was in a good mood, he would play tug of war with her. They started with a piece of cloth when she was a pup, but soon moved to tough leather. She wasn't sure what they played with now, but her master always made it strong enough to play with. Her wonderful master fought her for possession of the thing so fiercely; he was a strong master. When he decided they were done, he did something to the thing and then she was allowed to destroy it. Juliet had such a good master.

There were times when her master couldn't play with her. When she was small, she tried to stay with him, but he made it quite clear that there was to be no playing in what he called the throne room unless he called her there. When he was away, she was a sad dog. Sometimes she would go hunting shadows, but most of the time she curled up in her bed to wait. Her master had made a soft bed for her to rest in, but resting was lonely without her master. When he returned, she licked his face to remind him that she loved him, he scratched behind her ears, and everything was fine again.

The best days were the days when he asked her to hunt. With the wind in her fur and the scent of prey in her nose, Juliet felt like she was doing what she was made to do. She fed on the meat of her prey and grew big and strong. After a time, the other dogs seemed small. She wasn't sure when it had happened, but somehow she grew bigger than her littermates. Her master was so proud.

Then came a day when her master didn't come back. She waited and waited in her bed but he still didn't come back. When she had waited much longer than usual, she decided to go hunting for her master. She searched the places they played fetch, the places they went hunting, and the place where she was fed. She even poked her nose into the throne room, but her master was not there.

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[thayerkerbasy]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Crowley & Crowley's Hellhound Juliet (Supernatural) Characters: Crowley's Hellhound Juliet, Crowley, Original Male Character(s), Abbadon (mentioned) Additional Tags: Set in the first half of season 9, Canon Compliant, Canon-Typical Violence, Juliet POV, Angst and Feels, Fluff and Angst, Pining, Canon-Typical Gore Summary:

Juliet is Crowley's devoted hellhound, but what happened to Juliet when the Winchesters kept Crowley locked away in a warded room?

Voting is over and I somehow won.  Thank you to everyone who stayed away during the competition.  You’re all now free to read and comment to your heart’s content without sabotaging me.

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[purrpletartan]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

For kripkelover. <3 I hope you like this, sweetie. :3

[spectrecosmique]

YEAH OKAY BUT THEY KILLED GROWLEY

RIP Growley