Turned Human - Crowley
Crowley looked at his hellhound. Or what used to be a hellhound. The soul predator, that used to cause fears amongst humans was now one of them. Confusion apparent in their face as they watched their fingers move. With a frown he turned back to the witch. "Undo this, now!", but in return she just laughed. With a grin she replied, "well, I guess if you want your dog back. You should do as I say." If Crowleys frown could get any bigger it would. With a fling of his frist he took care of the witch. Confident that he could return his hellhound to their former glory by himself. Afterall, he did have knowledge in the magic department.
While shaking his head he looked back at his pet. Their attention now on their feet. "[Name]!", with this simple command, they looked up at him. Waiting for his orders. Crowley narrowed his eyes, he had to make sure that his hellhound would not start learning human behaviour. This could only cause problems with the jobs they had to carry out later. Which means he had to get them to hell.
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Crowley sat on a red velvet couch, having his favourite scotch in one hand, while the other rested on his knee. His fingers tipping slightly, while he wondered how he undo the spell. He had searched every book he had, asked almost everyone he knew, that could help. He even tried a few, but none of them seemed to work. Their behaviour was still very reminiscent of their hellhound life. Currently laying in front of his feet, like they used to do. Getting them into a bath and wearing clothes was a struggle. But different now, was the fact that they were actually asleep. Hellhounds don't sleep, they don't need to.
Juliette, although wary at first, still acted the same towards them. She watched the other curiously, probably taking in the strange behaviour. Crowleys hand went to pet Juliette. "I know, I know. I will fix this. I have to." His eyes never left [Name]. He didn't want to imagine the things that could happen if his pet got into the wrong hands. Hellhounds were loyal to the death, but becoming human could change that. He wasn't going to find that out. The things that hellhound knew about hell, knew about him, could put him in difficult situation.
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At least that was the plan. But they still knew how to get from hell to earth, and apparently their urge to gather souls was still there. Which they managed to get, but not without getting noticed by certain hunters. Which ended up with [Name] now tied to a chair.
The two brothers, weren't sure hiw to handle this monster. Sams head buried in books, to find out anything that could help. While Dean watched closely, to make sure that their trashing around didn't get them free.
The humanised hellhound, tried to bite them multiple times. Every chance of communication was out of the question. When they started the case they for sure thought it was a hellhound hound. But after seeing them turn a human to shreds they weren't sure anymore. Dean looked to hus younger brother, they person infront of him seemed to tire themselves out. "What if we just try shooting them?" Sam raised his head and gave a pointed look towards Dean. "I want that..them gone as much as the next person. But that just might anger them. They're obviously some supernatural creature, so killing them as to be a pain." The younger brother just nodded in response. Turning back to look at them. They seemed exhausted, but still growled at him.
The sounds of moving feathers echoed through the dungeon. Announcing the presence of their angel friend. Who immediately looked at [Name]. "Hello.", was his simple and short greeting, said in his usual rough voice. He made his way over to Dean, his Trenchcoat rustling with movement. "What happened?" Sam and Dean were quick to update Castiel on the situation, hoping their feathered friend had answers.
"You were correct. It's a hellhound." The Winchesters looked at him confused, before turning their eyes back to the person. Who watched the angel closely. "Hellhound? That doesn't look like a hellhound to me and I jave seen what they look like!",
"They seem to be under some sort of magic spell. Their body turned human. Underneath all that, is still a hellhound. Which is why they still collected souls. Or why they don't talk. Probably doesn't even know they can.
Sam nodded, while standing up and making his way over to the three. "So, what? The got into trouble with a witch? Wouldn't Crowley or whoever is responsible for them notice? Surely they wouldn't want their hounds to be..." His voice trailed of, trying to make sense of the situation.
Dean shook his head. "Maybe they just got turned? Haven't made their way back to hell yet? If they even can still." He turned and grabbed an angel blade. "Hellhound is hellhound. So it doesn't really matter. We kill it either way.ā Sam stepped in between Dean and the human hound. āWait! If we can get to talk we might be able,-ā Dean wasnāt having it, trying to move around Sam. āNo, they probably wonāt be able to controll their urges. I will not find outā. His face stern. Castiel put a hand on Deans shoulder, āDean. I can understand their thoughts a bit. Sam is right, this is usefull. Even if to use them as a leverage. If this is one of Crowleys hellhounds, he probably wants it back.ā The looked at eachother for a while, before Dean lowered the blade. āFine.ā His annoyance very clear. Dean turned back to leave the room.
Sam and Castiel both looked back at them, their head hanging. āTheyāre asleepā, the angels voice was quiet. Sams eyes shifting between them, āSo, how do we handle this?ā.
āHellhounds are clever, you can always teach them knew tricks.ā
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[part 1?]
