Crowley Against Humanity
Hi guys!
OK, OK, I know I disappeared from off the face of the earth, but somehow the denizens of Hell have seen fit to forgive me and allowed me to participate in the Crowley Big Bang Challenge for 2023! It was a Cards Against Humanity Style thing, where the prompt was based on the random luck of the draw...
So without further delay, please enjoy the fic based on the cards:
That's when__________ comes out to play
Just Another Friday Night
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
And just to whet your whistle:
A strange sensation washed over Crowley as he and Castiel drove the brown truck down a deserted highway somewhere in the Midwest at night.Ā āThatās interesting,ā Crowley muttered.
āWhat?ā Castiel asked, his tone neutral.
āIt appears another one of my old demon deals is reaching the end of its course,ā Crowley answered thoughtfully.
Despite driving, Castiel turned to look at Crowley, a puzzled look on his face.Ā āHow can you tell?ā
āKeep your eyes on the road, you numbskull, Iām partial to this meatsuit,ā Crowley snapped.Ā
āYouāve healed yourself from worse than a car accident before,ā Castiel noted, but brought his gaze back to the road.Ā
āYeah,ā Crowley said.Ā āBut itās just so messy.Ā And think of the dry cleaning bill.Ā Have you ever tried to get blood out of a silk tie?ā
āI havenāt had trouble with this one-ā Castiel started.
āThatās because itās 100% polyester,ā Crowley said.Ā āEven the cheapest stuff, which Iām sure youāre wearing, is relatively stain resistant.Ā Silk, on the other hand-ā
Castiel let out an exasperated huff.Ā āWerenāt we talking about deals?ā
Crowley allowed a smug look to cross his face.Ā āWell.Ā Your loss.Ā Itās not every day you get the chance to talk to a tailor about his craft.āĀ Ā
