Worth the Risk | Crowley/Dean
Apr. 12th, 2020 05:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
queenkatyastar posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
spn750Wordcount: 458
Complete? Yes.
Title: Worth the Risk
Author: Katya Starling
Pairing: Crowley/Dean
Rating: PG-13/T
Warnings: None
Summary: His minion may have a point, but Crowley's not about to admit it.
Notes: All characters within belong to Kripke, not me, and are used without permission.
"I'm just saying, Your Majesty, you may want to consider sending someone else in your stead." The Demon trembled though he still had the audacity to speak his mind.
"Are you questioning my judgment?" Crowley demanded, flames dancing in his pitch black eyes.
"No, no, of course not, Your Majesty!" The Demon wrung his hands together before him and sweated profusely. His knees banged together. He was clearly terrified; yet, he was clearly still not going to shut up. Crowley thought about smiting him on the spot. "I -- I just -- Their judgement is the one not to be trusted, Your Majesty! Sure they have a plan, but if you help them, and something happens to you, we -- we're all screwed, Your Excellency!"
Crowley glowered at his guard. "Again, you sound as though you are being stupid enough to question my judgment." A fireball appeared in his palm, and he bounced it like a mortal might a plastic toy. His eyes narrowed as he questioned himself as to how many words he would actually let this usurper get out before he destroyed him.
"N-No, not at all!" He shook not just his head but every inch of his body. "I -- I'm just saying send some one else in your place, Your Majesty! That way if they're killed, they're not important!"
Crowley grabbed the fireball and ceased his bouncing motions. "That is an excellent idea, Ramone. There's only one question."
"Wh-What is that, Sire?"
"Who should it be?"
"I -- I was thinking me."
"Of course you were. But I'm afraid you're going to be busy . . . " Crowley smiled. Ramone dropped to his knees and started to beg, but his words fell on completely deaf ears. " . . . burning." He thumped the fireball into the lesser Demon and relished his screams.
"Now would any one else like to question my judgment?" Crowley demanded, spinning around on the heels of his designer shoes and eyeing his minions. "Any one at all? I could go for a roast tonight." He smiled, but every one was crying out in the negative and shrinking away from him. Some actually screamed, and a few flat out ran for their miserable exists.
Crowley shrugged, vanished his fireballs, and was still laughing when he teleported to the above world. Ramone had been clever to voice his concern the way he had, and perhaps it was a true concern. There was a possibility, no matter how slim, that he might not return from helping the brothers this time. That was always a possibility. But so was bedding Dean Winchester when he helped them, and that was definitely worth the threat and quite possibly the sacrifice he would likely one day make doing so.
The End
Complete? Yes.
Title: Worth the Risk
Author: Katya Starling
Pairing: Crowley/Dean
Rating: PG-13/T
Warnings: None
Summary: His minion may have a point, but Crowley's not about to admit it.
Notes: All characters within belong to Kripke, not me, and are used without permission.
"I'm just saying, Your Majesty, you may want to consider sending someone else in your stead." The Demon trembled though he still had the audacity to speak his mind.
"Are you questioning my judgment?" Crowley demanded, flames dancing in his pitch black eyes.
"No, no, of course not, Your Majesty!" The Demon wrung his hands together before him and sweated profusely. His knees banged together. He was clearly terrified; yet, he was clearly still not going to shut up. Crowley thought about smiting him on the spot. "I -- I just -- Their judgement is the one not to be trusted, Your Majesty! Sure they have a plan, but if you help them, and something happens to you, we -- we're all screwed, Your Excellency!"
Crowley glowered at his guard. "Again, you sound as though you are being stupid enough to question my judgment." A fireball appeared in his palm, and he bounced it like a mortal might a plastic toy. His eyes narrowed as he questioned himself as to how many words he would actually let this usurper get out before he destroyed him.
"N-No, not at all!" He shook not just his head but every inch of his body. "I -- I'm just saying send some one else in your place, Your Majesty! That way if they're killed, they're not important!"
Crowley grabbed the fireball and ceased his bouncing motions. "That is an excellent idea, Ramone. There's only one question."
"Wh-What is that, Sire?"
"Who should it be?"
"I -- I was thinking me."
"Of course you were. But I'm afraid you're going to be busy . . . " Crowley smiled. Ramone dropped to his knees and started to beg, but his words fell on completely deaf ears. " . . . burning." He thumped the fireball into the lesser Demon and relished his screams.
"Now would any one else like to question my judgment?" Crowley demanded, spinning around on the heels of his designer shoes and eyeing his minions. "Any one at all? I could go for a roast tonight." He smiled, but every one was crying out in the negative and shrinking away from him. Some actually screamed, and a few flat out ran for their miserable exists.
Crowley shrugged, vanished his fireballs, and was still laughing when he teleported to the above world. Ramone had been clever to voice his concern the way he had, and perhaps it was a true concern. There was a possibility, no matter how slim, that he might not return from helping the brothers this time. That was always a possibility. But so was bedding Dean Winchester when he helped them, and that was definitely worth the threat and quite possibly the sacrifice he would likely one day make doing so.
The End