Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Dancing With Death ❯ Chapter 4
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Non Anime: Supernatural Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Comedy / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.13.2015 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 116 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: Supernatural Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Comedy / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.13.2015 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 116 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 4: Chapter 4:
What Is This
As soon as Crowley allowed himself to be known, he got greeted in the usual way with two loaded guns pointed to his face. Bloody typical, he could never just make a social call could he? No, of course not, sometimes being the King of Hell really blew. He was always getting all manner of weapons thrusted into his face or various other body parts. Guns, knives, claws and teeth, anything that could seriously maim or kill really it was ridiculous. He sighed then looked at Sam and Dean.
'Hello moose, squirrel, how lovely to see you both again. Now, I'm really not in the mood for our usual kinky foreplay so I'll cut straight to business. I'm here for, well business and to check in on my two favourite people. So do you mind lowering those pea shooters of yours?' He asked sarcastically.
'Like hell we will! What do you want Crowley?' Dean snapped.
'Well, if you had of been listening, I'm here on business with all... five of you.' And at the look of surprise on Sam, Dean and Castiel's faces he continued. 'Yes I know all about Death's expected little bundle of grandchild joy and that they are both here with you three.' At this Crowley had to quickly stop, drop and roll as a blast of energy barely missed him. He looked up from his position on the floor to see a rather irate and angry Angel of Death standing by the bathroom door.
He smiled and got up 'Ah, death me old beauty, was wondering when you were going to try and cut my strings short. But if I were you, I wouldn't do that again, because I will phase out of here and straight to Abbadon to deliver the exciting baba news. She would just die to find out about your new arrival. However if you listen to what I have to say then I will keep it all the big secret it's supposed to be and she will be none the wiser.' Crowley spoke a shit eating grin on his face.
'So you're here to strike a bargain? How positively droll and so very unsurprising once a salesman always a salesman I suppose. However you'll forgive my lack of enthusiasm on the subject?' Death responded his words dripping sarcasm.
'You'd better start getting enthused then, remember I just have to call our shining knight and bring her straight here, steed and all.' Crowley fired back.
'And with a click of my fingers, both of you will be nothing but a tiny blip in the sky and a nasty stain on the carpet. Don't knock on Death's door boy, lest it open to admit you.' Death responded acidly slipping his ring back on his finger rather threateningly.
Dean was shocked at how one being could make placing a ring on their finger look so apocalyptic and ominous. Really, it was ridiculous just how intimidating one person could be. He now knew without a shadow of a doubt that Crowley was a few sandwiches short of a picnic, who else would be stupid enough to grab the tigers tail and not think about the teeth? The idiot really had no sense of self preservation, he was tangling with Death! Death! Of all the entities you shouldn't piss off, he was number one on the list. It was painfully clear that Crowley had missed that memo. Coming here to try and strike a deal with big daddy reaper and using said big daddy's unborn grandchild as leverage? He was stupefied at how someone could be so arrogant and obtuse. He looked over to Sam and realised that his thoughts where following more or less the same pattern, Dean could see the aghast and surprised look in his brothers eyes. Then he spoke, some part of him feeling as though he should knock some sense into Crowley.
'Crowley, I don't think you should even try and continue this conversation. Remember who you're speaking to, he isn't a human or some pond scum demon you're attempting to make a deal with, it's Death!' Sam said looking at the King of Hell as though he had gone mental, which at this point, was a very possible explanation for this nonsense.
'Yeah, thanks for the heads up moose, I wouldn't have guessed otherwise. Look, if Abbadon gets her hands on that brat, you can guarantee she will use the powers lovingly bestowed by grandpapa and mama bear to her advantage. That can't be allowed to happen, I don't want that to happen and you lot don't want that to happen, hence why I am taking the time out of my very busy schedule of torture to present this proposition.' Crowley snapped.
'Very well salesman, present your spiel and we'll think about it.' Death said acerbically.
'My proposition is simple, you promise to not cut my cords...ever and I'll promise to make sure your lovely little daughter and her equally lovely little joy bundle don't get found out by Abbadon. I will even make sure that she is none the wiser about the whole four millennia deadline that has happened.' Was the response.
'How do I know that you won't go back on your word after I give mine?' Death asked, he wasn't going to accept this lightly.
Crowley reached into his pocket then and produced a roll of parchment tied with red ribbon, untying and unrolling it he held it up for Death to see.
'This is our contract and it outlays my end as well as yours. It also says that should I go back on my word, well then it's open season on ol' Crowley and you can send me on my merry way to purgatory. If you go back on your word...well the little one is free game for Abbadon.'
'This all seems a little too simple and clear cut. Where's the catch Crowley?' It was Castiel that spoke he had remained quiet for the duration of the exchange between Death and the King of Hell.
'No catch angel face, those are the terms and they're the only terms.' Crowley answered agitated. What was with the distrust? He was trying to help them! They wanted to protect the little chit and the kid she carried and he was offering his assistance with that.
Abbadon would be a major spanner in their works, he was offering to eliminate that spanner before it became a problem and all he was asking in return was to keep his miserable life to himself without the fear of being reaped. It was asking very little in his mind. So what was the issue here for what he was giving in return?
'Ok you bumbling buffoon. I accept the terms of your little deal. May I have that contract a moment?' Death asked.
He was honestly getting sick of the parasites presence and wanted him gone. He could hear that Winter was finishing up her shower and he wanted Crowley out of sight by the time she exited the bathroom. So taking the contract, he quickly read it over to see that everything was as he said it would be and with a touch to the parchment he signed off on the deal. Then clicking his fingers he made a copy of it for his own keeping handing the original back to Crowley who also signed it, his signature forming on both copies.
'Well, pleasure to do business with you all. See you around.' Where Crowley's parting words and then he disappeared.
'Dude, what the hell are you thinking making a deal like that?' Dean snapped at Death.
'Relax boy, what I failed to mention and what he failed to look into, is that, that bargain will only hold true for as long as I am Death. Once my daughter takes over , all bets are off and by that time, my grandchild will be able to defend themselves and will have been brought up by me, my mate and their mother. Abbadon will not have a chance to use them in any way, for I will be ensuring that they will never be collared to a bratty child having a tantrum as I was forced to endure when Lucifer came topside.' Death answered a sinister smile forming upon his ashen lips.
Sometimes it was good to be near omniscient and not be governed by the normal set of rules. A simple deal that would only hold sway for a limited time was a small price to pay for the eternal protection of his child and her child. So really, he came out on the better end of this shoddy deal with a travelling salesman who liked playing Satan.
'Yeah...about that, who is your mate and how are you able to mate?' Dean asked his curiosity getting the better of him.
Death looked at him like he was crazy 'Out of that entire explanation, that's what you want, elaborated on?'
'Ah...yeah.' Dean answered.
'You are an awful strange one...but if you must know my mate is...' Death started to explain but was cut off by the sound of a loud crack filling the room. Death groaned uncharacteristically, Sam and Dean gasped and Castiel shook his head, oh dear it was her...
As soon as Crowley allowed himself to be known, he got greeted in the usual way with two loaded guns pointed to his face. Bloody typical, he could never just make a social call could he? No, of course not, sometimes being the King of Hell really blew. He was always getting all manner of weapons thrusted into his face or various other body parts. Guns, knives, claws and teeth, anything that could seriously maim or kill really it was ridiculous. He sighed then looked at Sam and Dean.
'Hello moose, squirrel, how lovely to see you both again. Now, I'm really not in the mood for our usual kinky foreplay so I'll cut straight to business. I'm here for, well business and to check in on my two favourite people. So do you mind lowering those pea shooters of yours?' He asked sarcastically.
'Like hell we will! What do you want Crowley?' Dean snapped.
'Well, if you had of been listening, I'm here on business with all... five of you.' And at the look of surprise on Sam, Dean and Castiel's faces he continued. 'Yes I know all about Death's expected little bundle of grandchild joy and that they are both here with you three.' At this Crowley had to quickly stop, drop and roll as a blast of energy barely missed him. He looked up from his position on the floor to see a rather irate and angry Angel of Death standing by the bathroom door.
He smiled and got up 'Ah, death me old beauty, was wondering when you were going to try and cut my strings short. But if I were you, I wouldn't do that again, because I will phase out of here and straight to Abbadon to deliver the exciting baba news. She would just die to find out about your new arrival. However if you listen to what I have to say then I will keep it all the big secret it's supposed to be and she will be none the wiser.' Crowley spoke a shit eating grin on his face.
'So you're here to strike a bargain? How positively droll and so very unsurprising once a salesman always a salesman I suppose. However you'll forgive my lack of enthusiasm on the subject?' Death responded his words dripping sarcasm.
'You'd better start getting enthused then, remember I just have to call our shining knight and bring her straight here, steed and all.' Crowley fired back.
'And with a click of my fingers, both of you will be nothing but a tiny blip in the sky and a nasty stain on the carpet. Don't knock on Death's door boy, lest it open to admit you.' Death responded acidly slipping his ring back on his finger rather threateningly.
Dean was shocked at how one being could make placing a ring on their finger look so apocalyptic and ominous. Really, it was ridiculous just how intimidating one person could be. He now knew without a shadow of a doubt that Crowley was a few sandwiches short of a picnic, who else would be stupid enough to grab the tigers tail and not think about the teeth? The idiot really had no sense of self preservation, he was tangling with Death! Death! Of all the entities you shouldn't piss off, he was number one on the list. It was painfully clear that Crowley had missed that memo. Coming here to try and strike a deal with big daddy reaper and using said big daddy's unborn grandchild as leverage? He was stupefied at how someone could be so arrogant and obtuse. He looked over to Sam and realised that his thoughts where following more or less the same pattern, Dean could see the aghast and surprised look in his brothers eyes. Then he spoke, some part of him feeling as though he should knock some sense into Crowley.
'Crowley, I don't think you should even try and continue this conversation. Remember who you're speaking to, he isn't a human or some pond scum demon you're attempting to make a deal with, it's Death!' Sam said looking at the King of Hell as though he had gone mental, which at this point, was a very possible explanation for this nonsense.
'Yeah, thanks for the heads up moose, I wouldn't have guessed otherwise. Look, if Abbadon gets her hands on that brat, you can guarantee she will use the powers lovingly bestowed by grandpapa and mama bear to her advantage. That can't be allowed to happen, I don't want that to happen and you lot don't want that to happen, hence why I am taking the time out of my very busy schedule of torture to present this proposition.' Crowley snapped.
'Very well salesman, present your spiel and we'll think about it.' Death said acerbically.
'My proposition is simple, you promise to not cut my cords...ever and I'll promise to make sure your lovely little daughter and her equally lovely little joy bundle don't get found out by Abbadon. I will even make sure that she is none the wiser about the whole four millennia deadline that has happened.' Was the response.
'How do I know that you won't go back on your word after I give mine?' Death asked, he wasn't going to accept this lightly.
Crowley reached into his pocket then and produced a roll of parchment tied with red ribbon, untying and unrolling it he held it up for Death to see.
'This is our contract and it outlays my end as well as yours. It also says that should I go back on my word, well then it's open season on ol' Crowley and you can send me on my merry way to purgatory. If you go back on your word...well the little one is free game for Abbadon.'
'This all seems a little too simple and clear cut. Where's the catch Crowley?' It was Castiel that spoke he had remained quiet for the duration of the exchange between Death and the King of Hell.
'No catch angel face, those are the terms and they're the only terms.' Crowley answered agitated. What was with the distrust? He was trying to help them! They wanted to protect the little chit and the kid she carried and he was offering his assistance with that.
Abbadon would be a major spanner in their works, he was offering to eliminate that spanner before it became a problem and all he was asking in return was to keep his miserable life to himself without the fear of being reaped. It was asking very little in his mind. So what was the issue here for what he was giving in return?
'Ok you bumbling buffoon. I accept the terms of your little deal. May I have that contract a moment?' Death asked.
He was honestly getting sick of the parasites presence and wanted him gone. He could hear that Winter was finishing up her shower and he wanted Crowley out of sight by the time she exited the bathroom. So taking the contract, he quickly read it over to see that everything was as he said it would be and with a touch to the parchment he signed off on the deal. Then clicking his fingers he made a copy of it for his own keeping handing the original back to Crowley who also signed it, his signature forming on both copies.
'Well, pleasure to do business with you all. See you around.' Where Crowley's parting words and then he disappeared.
'Dude, what the hell are you thinking making a deal like that?' Dean snapped at Death.
'Relax boy, what I failed to mention and what he failed to look into, is that, that bargain will only hold true for as long as I am Death. Once my daughter takes over , all bets are off and by that time, my grandchild will be able to defend themselves and will have been brought up by me, my mate and their mother. Abbadon will not have a chance to use them in any way, for I will be ensuring that they will never be collared to a bratty child having a tantrum as I was forced to endure when Lucifer came topside.' Death answered a sinister smile forming upon his ashen lips.
Sometimes it was good to be near omniscient and not be governed by the normal set of rules. A simple deal that would only hold sway for a limited time was a small price to pay for the eternal protection of his child and her child. So really, he came out on the better end of this shoddy deal with a travelling salesman who liked playing Satan.
'Yeah...about that, who is your mate and how are you able to mate?' Dean asked his curiosity getting the better of him.
Death looked at him like he was crazy 'Out of that entire explanation, that's what you want, elaborated on?'
'Ah...yeah.' Dean answered.
'You are an awful strange one...but if you must know my mate is...' Death started to explain but was cut off by the sound of a loud crack filling the room. Death groaned uncharacteristically, Sam and Dean gasped and Castiel shook his head, oh dear it was her...