Crowley crack
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888mphTitle: Location, Location, Location
Wordcount: ~420
Rating: G
Characters: Crowley and a werewolf
Genre: Pure, unabashed CRACK
Warning(s): Spoilers for Caged Heat
Prompt(s): This prompt at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic (highlight to reveal, contains spoilers for 6.10) Supernatural, Crowley, of course by killing him, they helped him reach his goal of finding purgatory.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: When he compared purgatory to real estate, he really didn't mean this literally.
When Crowley imagined purgatory the last thing on his mind was that it smelled of baked apples and cinnamon.
"Mr. Crowley, I presume? I'm so glad you came!"
Crowley turns to the overly cheery voice and sighs seeing her red jacket with a name tag showing a small blue and red hot air balloon.
"Oh, you have to be... Remax? Really?"
"It was my job before I was turned!" The werewolf huffs, the hairs on the top of her head standing on end. "I have you know I was very good at it."
"I'm sure you were, dear."
The werewolf extends her paw at him, suddenly all business-like and cheery again.
"My name is Corrine. Shall we start our tour then?"
Crowley makes a "after you" gesture and rolls his eyes. When he compared purgatory to real estate, he really didn't mean this literally.
"... if you look to your right, you'll see vampires." Her cheery voice is grating on Crowley's non-existent nerves and her tail waggling excitedly under her skirt really isn't helping.
The vampires are a gloomy bunch, which Crowley thinks that's what vampires usually are, but these take the prize: they are playing a game of Go Fish (which they call Go Bite) with the same attitude as prisoners in the death-row.
"... to your left you have the shapeshifters..."
The shifters are in a circle and Crowley watches as one of then turns into a busty red haired woman. She nods and one by one all shifters turn into busty red haired women, all looking exactly like the first one.
"Heh."
"Yeah."
"This was fun."
"Yeah."
"But I don't want to do this again."
All the busty red haired women sigh and slump their shoulders at the same time.
"Say, Corrine." Crowley turns to the werewolf. "This all seems very... What is the word I'm looking for... Oh, right: boring."
Corrine shrugs her furry shoulders under her red jacket.
"We don't have souls, so we don't get to relive our proudest moments like the ones in Heaven, nor are we tortured like the ones in Hell." Crowley sighs wistfully at that. "So there's not much left to do here, really."
"And what has the ruler of purgatory have to say on the matter?"
Corrine's ears turn backwards.
"Mr. Crowley, this is purgatory. We don't have a ruler."
"Well, you don't say!" Corrine nods and the corners of Crowley's mouth turn slowly up. "I tell you what, Corrine: I'll take it!"
The End
Wordcount: ~420
Rating: G
Characters: Crowley and a werewolf
Genre: Pure, unabashed CRACK
Warning(s): Spoilers for Caged Heat
Prompt(s): This prompt at
comment_fic (highlight to reveal, contains spoilers for 6.10) Supernatural, Crowley, of course by killing him, they helped him reach his goal of finding purgatory.Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: When he compared purgatory to real estate, he really didn't mean this literally.
When Crowley imagined purgatory the last thing on his mind was that it smelled of baked apples and cinnamon.
"Mr. Crowley, I presume? I'm so glad you came!"
Crowley turns to the overly cheery voice and sighs seeing her red jacket with a name tag showing a small blue and red hot air balloon.
"Oh, you have to be... Remax? Really?"
"It was my job before I was turned!" The werewolf huffs, the hairs on the top of her head standing on end. "I have you know I was very good at it."
"I'm sure you were, dear."
The werewolf extends her paw at him, suddenly all business-like and cheery again.
"My name is Corrine. Shall we start our tour then?"
Crowley makes a "after you" gesture and rolls his eyes. When he compared purgatory to real estate, he really didn't mean this literally.
"... if you look to your right, you'll see vampires." Her cheery voice is grating on Crowley's non-existent nerves and her tail waggling excitedly under her skirt really isn't helping.
The vampires are a gloomy bunch, which Crowley thinks that's what vampires usually are, but these take the prize: they are playing a game of Go Fish (which they call Go Bite) with the same attitude as prisoners in the death-row.
"... to your left you have the shapeshifters..."
The shifters are in a circle and Crowley watches as one of then turns into a busty red haired woman. She nods and one by one all shifters turn into busty red haired women, all looking exactly like the first one.
"Heh."
"Yeah."
"This was fun."
"Yeah."
"But I don't want to do this again."
All the busty red haired women sigh and slump their shoulders at the same time.
"Say, Corrine." Crowley turns to the werewolf. "This all seems very... What is the word I'm looking for... Oh, right: boring."
Corrine shrugs her furry shoulders under her red jacket.
"We don't have souls, so we don't get to relive our proudest moments like the ones in Heaven, nor are we tortured like the ones in Hell." Crowley sighs wistfully at that. "So there's not much left to do here, really."
"And what has the ruler of purgatory have to say on the matter?"
Corrine's ears turn backwards.
"Mr. Crowley, this is purgatory. We don't have a ruler."
"Well, you don't say!" Corrine nods and the corners of Crowley's mouth turn slowly up. "I tell you what, Corrine: I'll take it!"
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Date: 2010-12-15 11:04 pm (UTC)Thanks.