Crowley looked at his hellhound. Or what used to be a hellhound. The soul predator, that used to cause fears amongst humans was now one of them. Confusion apparent in their face as they watched their fingers move. With a frown he turned back to the witch. "Undo this, now!", but in return she just laughed. With a grin she replied, "well, I guess if you want your dog back. You should do as I say." If Crowleys frown could get any bigger it would. With a fling of his frist he took care of the witch. Confident that he could return his hellhound to their former glory by himself. Afterall, he did have knowledge in the magic department.
While shaking his head he looked back at his pet. Their attention now on their feet. "[Name]!", with this simple command, they looked up at him. Waiting for his orders. Crowley narrowed his eyes, he had to make sure that his hellhound would not start learning human behaviour. This could only cause problems with the jobs they had to carry out later. Which means he had to get them to hell.
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Crowley sat on a red velvet couch, having his favourite scotch in one hand, while the other rested on his knee. His fingers tipping slightly, while he wondered how he undo the spell. He had searched every book he had, asked almost everyone he knew, that could help. He even tried a few, but none of them seemed to work. Their behaviour was still very reminiscent of their hellhound life. Currently laying in front of his feet, like they used to do. Getting them into a bath and wearing clothes was a struggle. But different now, was the fact that they were actually asleep. Hellhounds don't sleep, they don't need to.
Juliette, although wary at first, still acted the same towards them. She watched the other curiously, probably taking in the strange behaviour. Crowleys hand went to pet Juliette. "I know, I know. I will fix this. I have to." His eyes never left [Name]. He didn't want to imagine the things that could happen if his pet got into the wrong hands. Hellhounds were loyal to the death, but becoming human could change that. He wasn't going to find that out. The things that hellhound knew about hell, knew about him, could put him in difficult situation.
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At least that was the plan. But they still knew how to get from hell to earth, and apparently their urge to gather souls was still there. Which they managed to get, but not without getting noticed by certain hunters. Which ended up with [Name] now tied to a chair.
The two brothers, weren't sure hiw to handle this monster. Sams head buried in books, to find out anything that could help. While Dean watched closely, to make sure that their trashing around didn't get them free.
The humanised hellhound, tried to bite them multiple times. Every chance of communication was out of the question. When they started the case they for sure thought it was a hellhound hound. But after seeing them turn a human to shreds they weren't sure anymore. Dean looked to hus younger brother, they person infront of him seemed to tire themselves out. "What if we just try shooting them?" Sam raised his head and gave a pointed look towards Dean. "I want that..them gone as much as the next person. But that just might anger them. They're obviously some supernatural creature, so killing them as to be a pain." The younger brother just nodded in response. Turning back to look at them. They seemed exhausted, but still growled at him.
The sounds of moving feathers echoed through the dungeon. Announcing the presence of their angel friend. Who immediately looked at [Name]. "Hello.", was his simple and short greeting, said in his usual rough voice. He made his way over to Dean, his Trenchcoat rustling with movement. "What happened?" Sam and Dean were quick to update Castiel on the situation, hoping their feathered friend had answers.
"You were correct. It's a hellhound." The Winchesters looked at him confused, before turning their eyes back to the person. Who watched the angel closely. "Hellhound? That doesn't look like a hellhound to me and I jave seen what they look like!",
"They seem to be under some sort of magic spell. Their body turned human. Underneath all that, is still a hellhound. Which is why they still collected souls. Or why they don't talk. Probably doesn't even know they can.
Sam nodded, while standing up and making his way over to the three. "So, what? The got into trouble with a witch? Wouldn't Crowley or whoever is responsible for them notice? Surely they wouldn't want their hounds to be..." His voice trailed of, trying to make sense of the situation.
Dean shook his head. "Maybe they just got turned? Haven't made their way back to hell yet? If they even can still." He turned and grabbed an angel blade. "Hellhound is hellhound. So it doesn't really matter. We kill it either way.” Sam stepped in between Dean and the human hound. “Wait! If we can get to talk we might be able,-“ Dean wasn’t having it, trying to move around Sam. “No, they probably won’t be able to controll their urges. I will not find out”. His face stern. Castiel put a hand on Deans shoulder, “Dean. I can understand their thoughts a bit. Sam is right, this is usefull. Even if to use them as a leverage. If this is one of Crowleys hellhounds, he probably wants it back.” The looked at eachother for a while, before Dean lowered the blade. “Fine.” His annoyance very clear. Dean turned back to leave the room.
Sam and Castiel both looked back at them, their head hanging. “They’re asleep”, the angels voice was quiet. Sams eyes shifting between them, “So, how do we handle this?”.
“Hellhounds are clever, you can always teach them knew tricks.”
Pairing: Crowley x reader (not really but it’s leading to it)
Warning: injuries, arguing, some fluff
Synopsis:Y/N Winchester gets injured on a hunt so Crowley takes matters into his own hands.
Just supposed to be a simple salt and burn but as usual for the Winchester’s that didn’t happen. The bones of the spirit was in an old abandoned haunted house. The problem was there was bones everywhere. Most of them props. We burned the child’s bones and he burst into flames. This infuriated the mother. We hadn’t known she was there and before we knew what was happening she attacked from behind stabbing me in the back. I screamed.
“Y/N NO!” San yelled running over
“Sammy find the bones hurry.” Dean barked
There were so many bones and not enough time so Sam burned all of the bones. The whole house went ablaze. Sam and Dean brought me outside to save me.
“Hey Y/N it’s okay baby girl we’re right here.” Dead said tearing up
“Y/N/N stay awake for us okay.” Sam said desperately trying to get me to stay awake. At this point their words were becoming fuzzy and darkness enclosed my mind.
Pain that was all I felt. But that meant I was alive so at least there was that. I could hear arguing from down the hallway outside my room.
“You bloody idiots she almost died!”
“Don’t you think we know that Crowley.” Sam barked
“Well Moose since you two can’t do your job of protecting her I’ll make sure she is.”
“Don’t you dare do anything with her!” Dean said clenching his fists
“Calm down Squirrel I’m just leaving her something to take care of her when I can’t.”
“What is it?” Sam asked calming down but still defensive
WOOF WOOF
“Oh my Chuck is that what I think it is?” Dean said gulping
“Yes but no worries she will protect her. She will only do what Y/N wishes for her to do. And what I tell her to do.”
Sam gave Dean the classic bitch face and Dean dropped it.
“Oh my Chuck! You got me a hellhound Crowley.” I called down the hall
Crowley chuckled and grabbed the little hellhound puppy and brought her to my bed. She was jet black and had red eyes she didn’t look evil like I imagined one would be. She looked just like a regular puppy except for her eyes she wagged her tail wanting to be pet.
“She’s so cute.”
“You can see it?” Sam and Dean asked at the same time
“Yes she and I can no one else.” Crowley answered
“Can I name her?” I asked while rubbing the puppy’s head.
“Of course Y/N.”
I look at her for a few seconds and decided the best name. “You little one shall be named Waffles!”
In the middle of the night one night, I had to go to my grandparents' house across the street. Since we're family, we enter their house from the back door, so I walked up to the gate to their backyard.
Somewhere in the distance behind me, a dog barked, and it sounded exactly like a hellhound.
My heart literally skipped a beat, and I turned around thinking "Hellhound!" I looked around for a moment and relaxed, forgetting like an idiot that hellhounds are invisible.
And that's the story of my first Supernatural-related real life scare.
