The DPD in fall 2039, as seen through Cpt. Fowler’s eyes.

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The DPD in fall 2039, as seen through Cpt. Fowler’s eyes.
Imagine toddler!Gavin being sad because he can't hug you, Crowley's wife, due to you being sick.
"The bloody hell is that?" Crowley asked in confusion. The sound of crying...then stomping...then screaming and crying filled the halls of hells and interrupted the rather important meeting that was currently taking place in his throne room. A lot got Crowley's blood boiling, but someone or something interrupting a business meeting made him more than pissed off. Red would flood his face and he would cast fear through every demon that crossed his path.
Before anyone could answer, the very familiar sound of small feet slapping against the floor filled the air, along with the sound of tiny hands beating against the heavy throne room doors. "Daddy!"
"Gavin..." Crowley sighed, his shoulder sagging. "Let him in."
The moment the doors opened the small boy ran in past the demons and straight to his father. "Daddy! Daddy!" he sniffled.
Seeing the tears, the king of hell jumped on high alert and protective mode. "What? What happened, Gavin?"
"The meanies won't let me see Mommy!"
"Well, Mommy is sick, little one. We can't let you around her or you'll get sick as well."
"I don't care!" he sobbed out loudly. "I w-wanna give her a hug!" Apparently, that wasn't the only thing he wanted, because the moment Crowley moved his eyes from him, the youngster brought out a large chocolate cupcake that dripped icing onto his father's suit. "And I wanted to share goodies!" Without warning, he shoved it into Crowley's face. "Y-You share with me?"
With a sigh, Crowley nodded and took a bite that smeared chocolate over his beard. Honestly, it was a sight to see and a struggle for the demons not to burst into laughter. The king of rotten was covered in sugar with his toddler in his lap. What else could you need for a good laugh?
"Hm," Crowley hummed, "Delicious, my little prince."
Gavin giggled. "You're messy!"
"I am? Where?"
"Everywhere, Daddy!"
Crowley smiled at his son before standing. "This meeting will have to wait. I have more important matters to attend to." With that, he stood and carried Gavin out with the demons staring in shock and confusion.