exit-stage-crowley:
He followed Heracles to see these hellhounds of his. He was curious about them for only his dear Juliet was left after that moose of a hunter killed his precious pup.

heraclesstvalentine:

heraclesstvalentine:

"I named them, I hope you don’t mind… Castor and Pollux. You’ve already met Castor and Pollux is a bit of a runt. They’re strong, though, lots of energy, robust, both have horns and the four eyes."

Herc led him along, plodding at a slow pace, “You can leave coins, by the way… I tend to find them and put them in a bag in my desk, but it’s like and Easter egg hunt so I don’t mind.”

 

"No… an agent heard a report of a deal being collected, when the team went in it was too late, but this poor fella was still alive." He put and arm over Romeo, leaning his head against him, the beast lolling on it’s back and tongue hanging from his mouth, "He was aggressive after surgery, at least until I came in. Seeing a familiar face must have made him calm down. I’ve been calling him Loverboy most of the time, so that’s a little odd that his name is Romeo…"

He grinned, “He should be okay in about a week, just letting the stiches seal up proper, then they’ll be out. Right?” He started making a baby voice, the hound starting to cover his face in licks, knocking his glasses off as he chuckled, “Who’s a good boy? Ohhh… I’ll be sad to see him go! Bring him to visit!”

He buries his face in the scruff of the hounds neck for a moment before standing. “So, let us see those puppies you spoke of.” His voice was gruff and he cleared his throat roughly.

exit-stage-crowley:
He followed Heracles to see these hellhounds of his. He was curious about them for only his dear Juliet was left after that moose of a hunter killed his precious pup.

heraclesstvalentine:

exit-stage-crowley:

heraclesstvalentine:

"I named them, I hope you don’t mind… Castor and Pollux. You’ve already met Castor and Pollux is a bit of a runt. They’re strong, though, lots of energy, robust, both have horns and the four eyes."

Herc led him along, plodding at a slow pace, “You can leave coins, by the way… I tend to find them and put them in a bag in my desk, but it’s like and Easter egg hunt so I don’t mind.”

-

Crowley enters slowly as instructed and his face splits into a wide grin when he sees his beloved Romeo lying there. He approaches slowly and kneels next to his pup, “My pup, my darling pup.” He gently scratches the hound behind his ear in his favorite spot.

The hound let out a happy chuffing sound, his right back leg kicking ever so slightly as he leaned into the touch, whining happily and stretching his neck to slather kisses on his master’s face.

"That explains why he took to me… We look alike." He gently thumped Romeo. "We keep tabs on them if they’re well enough to be released again. We checked in on him a day later and I had to pull a bear off of him, so we brought him back in. When he’s released he’ll be better off with you."

Crowley looked at Heracles, his eyes shining with gratitude. “I thought that moose of a Winchester had done him in for good.”

exit-stage-crowley:
He followed Heracles to see these hellhounds of his. He was curious about them for only his dear Juliet was left after that moose of a hunter killed his precious pup.

heraclesstvalentine:

exit-stage-crowley:

heraclesstvalentine:

"I named them, I hope you don’t mind… Castor and Pollux. You’ve already met Castor and Pollux is a bit of a runt. They’re strong, though, lots of energy, robust, both have horns and the four eyes."

Herc led him along, plodding at a slow pace, “You can leave coins, by the way… I tend to find them and put them in a bag in my desk, but it’s like and Easter egg hunt so I don’t mind.”

-

"I understand, but I would dearly love to see if it is him." The demon king looks rather anxious.

Heracles looked over his face, then nodded.

"Okay. We’ll see him, then the pups. But don’t rile him up, he can’t have his stitches out yet. He got torn up a bit while he was out on his own." He strode past the hound enclosure, padding to a door, the scent of antiseptic wafting out, "This way."

He led the King to a room, it was dimly lit, the smell of beef and hound breath heavy in the air. “Hey boyo…” A grin cracked his face, a faint ‘wuff’ of acknowledgement at his presence, then a lick landed on his face as he bgan a gentle petting of the beast’s head. “Come on, come in. Nice and slow…”

Crowley enters slowly as instructed and his face splits into a wide grin when he sees his beloved Romeo lying there. He approaches slowly and kneels next to his pup, “My pup, my darling pup.” He gently scratches the hound behind his ear in his favorite spot.

talktotheprophet:
Kevin winced as he lifted his head, a pounding headache setting in. When he went to bring his hands to his head, he woke with a jolt. They were bound to the chair he was in. "What--" He cut off, hearing a sound. "Who's there?"

"Why, your only friend of course."

miczariel:
// And then, "what if they dropped the soup in poison?" "They didn't." "I went to the store and talked to the man and he said they dropped it in poison and now you're going to die, mommy." :|

Quite the imagination

She’s not my daughter, darling.