Chapter 2 of Some Kind of Way Outta Here by Darkwingdukat

Rating: Mature Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, various background relationships Additional Tags: Post-Apocalypse, but not THE apocalypse, steady decline of civilization, Human-Animal Hybrids, based on the comic and show Sweet Tooth, Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Transphobia, Sickness, Minor Character Death, Implied Sexual Content

Story Summary: Twenty-six years ago, the Sickness came. At the same time, babies started being born with animal characteristics. These hybrids, people believed, brought the Sick with them, and only by eliminating them altogether can humans overcome the Sick and rebuild their declining civilization.

Castiel has been in hiding with his hybrid son, Jack, for the last five years. They have a safe, secure home, far away from the humans that want to hurt Jack. But a mystery starts to unfold that threatens their isolation and well-being.

Chapter 2 Summary: Crowley is 15 when the Sick comes and his school shuts down. His mother barely remembers he exists, so he has to find his own way to survive -- and fast.

, Crowley,” she warned, backing up onto the wall. “Get that thing away from me right now!”

 Father and twins grinned. Danika held Growley in arms length and Naomi yelped and swatted the sweet dog away.

 “Oh come on, mummy,” Danika sighed exasperatedly. “He’s only a sweet dog,” Benjamin agreed. Danika held Growley up to her mother once more and gave her ‘the look’, her brother doing the same.

 “Yeah, Naomi,” Crowley agreed, a sly grin on his face. “Growley’s only a sweet dog.”

 HIs angel glared at him and when their son pet the sweet dog and made a move towards their mother, she shrieked and teleported away. The bright light caused the children and father to close their eyes.

 Opening their eyes, Crowley glanced over at his children and smiled.

 “Mummy’s such a scaredy cat, isn't she?”

 All three nodded and went to search for the scaredy cat of a mother, Crowley carrying Growley

 “No, Danika, no!” Naomi shrieked. The little girl giggled and yelled: “Daddy, I've found mummy!”

 Crowley chuckled and called for Benjamin to come over. He peeked his head out of one of the fairly large closets. The proud father couldn't help but chuckle at his son’s silliness. “Mummy’s silly, but she’s not that silly!” 

 Benjamin sighed. “Okay,” he murmured, his eyes drooping. He yawned and Crowley put down Growley and picked him up. “Come on, little prince! Don't you wanna see mummy scream like a little girl because of Growley?” 

 At the mention of the scenario, his head perked up and he had a little smile on his face. “Mhm,” 

 “Sweetheart, where are you?” he yelled out loud. “In yours and mummy’s bedroom, daddy!” came the response.

 Crowley sighed. Of course she would hide in the bedroom, he thought The one room in the whole house the kids aren’t allowed in,

 He teleported to their bedroom and was amused to find that Naomi was standing on the bed with Danika holding out Growley struggling to get on the bed. 

 “Danika, you know Growley isn't allowed on the bed!” Naomi took a deep breath and steadied herself. “If I petted him only once, will that satisfy you?”

 “Of course it will, mummy, you silly!” Benjamin snapped. “Why else would we chase you around?”

 Naomi sighed and sat down the bed. Benjamin jumped from his father’s arms and ran to his sister. She grabbed Growley from her, with a protest, and helped her up the bed. Crowley couldn't help but laugh and smile at the scene. He laughed even harder when Danika helped Benjamin up the bed, whom in turn threw the hellhound into their mother’s arms.

 Naomi, having no other choice, caught the dog in her arms. “Mama you’re holding Growley!” Benjamin yelled. 

 “It’s not so bad now is it, honey?” Crowley smirked. “Shut up, love” she snapped. Danika made a face at the somewhat flirtation. The dog in Naomi’s arms gave her the sloppiest wettest kiss he could ever give.

 “Urghh,” Naomi shivered. The dog looked at her with puppy eyes (she’s not even sure if it was a puppy, considering it was the size of a big pot!) She had to admit the dog was not actually half bad as she had expected. Growley relaxed in her arms and she came down the bed gently, careful not to disturb the hound from his relaxed position.

 “See?” Crowley asked. “He’s not so bad! He even likes you!”

 The mother handed the dog to the demon and cursed silently. “Language, love. You're gonna poison our children’s minds!”

 Naomi ignored him as she stomped her way to the bathroom and shut the door. From outside she heard the dog whine. “Mummy, Growley wants you!”

 “No he does not!”

 “Yes he does!”

 “No he does not!”

 “Are we really just gonna argue here like children or are we gonna eat our waffles?” Benjamin yelled impatiently.

 “I thought you were sleepy?” Crowley mused. The boy shook his head. “Not anymore, I’m not!” Grabbing his sister and father’s hands, they headed down to eat their meal.

 Sighing in relief, Naomi opened the door, expecting an empty room.

 Oh how wrong she was.

 The dog bumped into her and then the bathtub and turned around, yapping. “Oh for the love of God!” she yelled, irritated. From down stairs she could hear laughing. She gritted her teeth and swore. The dog tilted it’s head at her.

 “Alright,” she ordered. “Get out,”

 The dog made no motion.

 They were pushing her, alright. She picked up the dog and threw it onto the bed, but it only rolled. Naomi raise her eyebrows at him and sighed. She sat on the bed, and Growley immediately sat on her. He cuddled in her arms and once again, relaxed

«Saying Goodbye in Mesopotamia»

Who’s here having Craomi feelings? Me.

I feel like this is Naomi and Crowley's theme song.

  For A Lifetime & For All Eternity

Naomi & Crowley/Helen & John 

Crowley wandered the streets of London, utterly bored. After all he'd heard about Jack the Ripper, he'd been quite looking forward to meeting the chap. Unfortunately, John Druitt hardly lived up to the reputation of the name. The man was basically a wet blanket with legs.

"You should never meet your heroes," he mumbled to himself as he rounded a corner.

As he looked up, the bustle in front of him caught his eye. Say what you might about Victorian prudishness, but he missed bustles. His eyes widened in pleasure as the bustle in question turned to look in a shop window and he was treated to the profile of someone he hadn't seen in a dog's age.

Straightening the bowler hat on his head, he shrugged his battered coat into a slightly better position on his shoulders. He really needed to invest in a tailor one of these days, but who had the time?

Oh well, there was nothing for it but he'd have to charm her despite his current threads. He cleared his throat and put on his best swagger as he approached her.

"Long time no see Naomi, love," he began. Hardly original, but she loved it when he called her that.

The look of confusion on the woman's face was enough for Crowley to realize he'd made a mistake. Blinking twice, he focused on the spirit inside rather than the exterior vessel and was confronted with a bit of a nasty surprise.

"I'm sorry," Helen Magnus replied to the urchin who was speaking to her. "I think you have me confused with someone else." It was all she could do not to wrinkle her nose at the threadbare state of his jacket. He wasn't even wearing a proper shirt!

Crowley tipped his hat respectfully and bowed rather extravagantly from the waist. "Sorry, m'lady," he apologized with a twinkle in his eye. "Right vessel, wrong time."

Helen's brows wrinkled in confusion. "Excuse me?" she asked with rather more politeness than was strictly speaking necessary.

Crowley waved off her question with a grin. "Don't worry your pretty head about it, love," he drolled. "You'll understand in a century or two."