Petty Rivalry
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queenkatyastarTitle: Petty Rivalry
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Crowley/Dean
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: SPN 750: Rivalry
Word Count: 361
Date Written: 3 May 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: Crowley's boys can't get his attention.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"I crashed a whole fleet of ships!" one Demon crowed.
"I had a storm ravish an entire country," another gloated, looking directly at his Master. His smile spoke volumes of how he'd done it all for his King.
"That's nothing," said a third. "I put into motion a virus that will sweep out ninety percent of humanity."
"We'll finally be rid of those blighters?!"
"That'll be great!"
"Hmph. I'll believe it if it ever happens. The damn things are worse than cockroaches."
"They are that," Crowley muttered, moving enough to crack his knuckles, but he still didn't so much as gaze at any in the host of Demons surrounding him. They mattered not to him; what did matter was the progress he was watching on the planes above.
"Master -- "
Crowley waved a hand at the Demon who dared to call him. "Not now. Can't you see I'm watching the mortal telly?"
"He's watching those damn brothers again," one hissed not quite underneath his breath. His huge, dark wings flapped with irritation. "He's getting to be as bad about those two as God was about the whole damn species!"
"I've told you idiots plenty of times," one of Crowley's higher ranking Generals snapped. "This petty rivalry among you will do you no good! It doesn't matter if you destroy a continent, a world, or even a whole species! If it's not the Winchester idiots, he doesn't care about it!"
"I'm beginning to believe that . . . "
"Believe this," Crowley declared, raising his eyes and snapping his fingers. The General and the other, lower ranking Demon who had also dared to voice his dismay over Crowley's inattention both went up in flames. Their screams were barely heard before Crowley vanquished the fireballs and every inch of their beings. "Any who question my judgement will be dealt with as severely and swiftly as those two morons." He raised an eyebrow as he glared at his henchmen. "Any other questions or complaints?!"
"No!"
"No, sir!"
"Of course not!"
"No!"
"Never!"
"You have excellent taste, Your Majesty!"
"You're bloody right I do," Crowley muttered and returned to watching Dean's tightly clad ass as he vanquished another Demon who meant nothing to him.
The End
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Crowley/Dean
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: SPN 750: Rivalry
Word Count: 361
Date Written: 3 May 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: Crowley's boys can't get his attention.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"I crashed a whole fleet of ships!" one Demon crowed.
"I had a storm ravish an entire country," another gloated, looking directly at his Master. His smile spoke volumes of how he'd done it all for his King.
"That's nothing," said a third. "I put into motion a virus that will sweep out ninety percent of humanity."
"We'll finally be rid of those blighters?!"
"That'll be great!"
"Hmph. I'll believe it if it ever happens. The damn things are worse than cockroaches."
"They are that," Crowley muttered, moving enough to crack his knuckles, but he still didn't so much as gaze at any in the host of Demons surrounding him. They mattered not to him; what did matter was the progress he was watching on the planes above.
"Master -- "
Crowley waved a hand at the Demon who dared to call him. "Not now. Can't you see I'm watching the mortal telly?"
"He's watching those damn brothers again," one hissed not quite underneath his breath. His huge, dark wings flapped with irritation. "He's getting to be as bad about those two as God was about the whole damn species!"
"I've told you idiots plenty of times," one of Crowley's higher ranking Generals snapped. "This petty rivalry among you will do you no good! It doesn't matter if you destroy a continent, a world, or even a whole species! If it's not the Winchester idiots, he doesn't care about it!"
"I'm beginning to believe that . . . "
"Believe this," Crowley declared, raising his eyes and snapping his fingers. The General and the other, lower ranking Demon who had also dared to voice his dismay over Crowley's inattention both went up in flames. Their screams were barely heard before Crowley vanquished the fireballs and every inch of their beings. "Any who question my judgement will be dealt with as severely and swiftly as those two morons." He raised an eyebrow as he glared at his henchmen. "Any other questions or complaints?!"
"No!"
"No, sir!"
"Of course not!"
"No!"
"Never!"
"You have excellent taste, Your Majesty!"
"You're bloody right I do," Crowley muttered and returned to watching Dean's tightly clad ass as he vanquished another Demon who meant nothing to him.
The End
