Reese's Pieces || Peter & Crowley
"I haven’t considered myself ordinary in a long time." Reese remarked, though he really didn’t care to be that. Human life was a fleeting memory but from all that he endured during that time, he knew that no human life was ordinary but for the most part it was boring and at the end? It was a hell that he was scathed with. So now? As a demon? It was a new exciting life.
The scenery around the changed as this other demon snapped his fingers. Whoa. He wanted to learn how to do that, he thought. But before he could say anything, he realized he wasn’t exactly in the position - literally - to learn anything at all. Instead of standing up straight he was strapped down to some cold metal table of sorts. “What the hell…” He frowned, eyes dragging up to Crowley. He eyed the apron and chuckled. “What is this? Cooking with Demons hour?” Reese tried to make a joke but the truth was being bound to this table was making him nervous, though he tried not showing it on his face. “And what is so damn special about your alpha?”
Sometimes, Crowley just couldn’t help but feel as though he was the only goddamned of the god-damned that cared for this thing called manners. “Has no one ever taught you possession etiquette in demon sunday school?” he asked. Except, bugger all, the Pit’s been sealed off these days. He’d have made some disparaging comment about the torturers down there otherwise, but instead, he just grimaced briefly as he walked over.
“My alpha means, mine, not yours,” he sort of singsonged. Then, he halted beside a tray and lifted an off-white cloth to reveal some rather archaic looking surgical instruments. There were rusted scalpels, forceps, pliers and... a lot of needles.
Daintily, he picked up a long, iron one. “And I’m Crowley,” he said with a twirl of the stick. “Crossroads King of Hell,” he continued as he held the werewolf’s jaw steady, “who does so love to cook."
The sharp tip drew a paper-thin trail upwards from Peter’s jugular, flirting past his ear to rest against his temple. “You can always smoke out before I smoke you out,” he added as he pressed the needle in.













