You know what this kink meme needs? Some badass English demons. Would some lovely person write a Supernatural crossover that involves Crowley in some form?
Inspired by the Balthazar prompt above.
I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS (Fill, 1/?)
If I've got my timeline right, this happens shortly after Small Favor (and presumably goes AU from there. Depending on what happens. Because I have no idea but I just had to write this) ****** As far as demon-summoning went, it was pretty straightforward. I drew out the summoning circle as Bob instructed, burned a few herbs, said a simple incantation, and there he was.
He looked human, a 40-something man in a suit. He could have been some guy in middle management, or maybe the owner of a used car lot. Ordinary, boring, faux-friendly smile just soaked in slimy amorality.
"Well, well, well. Harry Blackstone Dresden," the demon- Crowley, he was called- said. His accent was some sort of British. I was pretty sure it wasn't one of those high-class British accents. It was the sort of accent that went pretty well with the used car lot impression. "So what'll it be? Money? Power? No? No, of course not." He paused a moment, and his smile got even more slimy. "Maybe you want that vampire ex-girlfriend of yours human again?"
I blinked. "You can do that?" I said, before my brain caught up to the fact that he not only knew who I was, he knew part of my Name- a part barely anyone knew, the part I'd once traded to another demon named Chauncy- and that, somehow, he knew about Susan.
I don't like demons knowing things about me. So sue me.
"Oh yes," the demon said, smiling a predator's smile. "For a price, of course."
Crowley was the sort of demon who dealt in souls. Easiest way to summon one is to bury a box containing certain items at a crossroads. That's kind of a pain in the ass when all the roads for miles around are paved in concrete, and I have everything needed for a good old-fashioned demon summoning right in my basement, which is why I didn't do it that way. But it's a way for mortals without any wizardly powers to get in contact with demons. Demons who will give them things in exchange for their soul.
I like my soul right where it is, thanks.
"I'm not here to make that kind of deal," I said. Susan, I told myself firmly, would not approve of me selling my soul to make her human again.
"No? Your loss. I'll just be going, then," he said.
I waited.
A couple seconds later, genial smile wiped off his face, he glared at the chalk symbols I'd written around the circle on Bob's instruction, then up at me again. "Let me go," he said.
I smiled sunnily at him. "Nope."
"What do you want," he said, sounding not so much scared or angry as extremely irritated.
"John Marcone's soul."
He raised his eyebrows. "Really now."
"Yeah," I said.
"And why," he asked, "would you be interested in something like that?"
Good question, I thought to myself. I mean, I knew John Marcone was criminal scum, but I hadn't known he was the sort of criminal scum to sell his soul to a demon to get on top of the criminal scum heap. Well, not until Hendricks had come to me and spilled the whole story, which he'd only just figured out himself. Apparenltly, the contract he used had a 10-year expiration date, and Marcone had about one month left before he was due to be dragged down to hell by a bunch of invisible Hell Hounds.
It shouldn't have been my problem. You make your bed, you lie in it, after all. No getting out of deals like that.
Except that, if I actually felt that way, then I wouldn't be Harry Dresden, Wizard, I'd be Harry Dresden, personal lapdog to the Leanansidhe. I know something about weaseling out of unbreakable deals. And while I may hate Marcone's guts, he's actually a pretty damn good ally, from time to time. And just because I loathe the guy doesn't mean I want to think of him burning away in one of the nastiest parts of the Nevernever I've ever heard of(which believe me, is saying something). This wouldn't be the first time I did something stupid to save his ass.
"Does it matter?" I said. "Maybe I just want some leverage on him."
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I actually hadn't pinned things down from the Supernatural side exactly, but sometime pre season 5.
I have posted the rest of their deal just now, and now I need to see if the massive long story bunny bites hard enough to distract me from all the other fic I'm trying to write!
Just finished reading it, and I so hope the bunny has a bite like Jaws because I would love to see more!
Lovely job on part two, by the way. Now I kind of want Crowley/Harry, maybe with a side of Crowley/Harry/Marcone. Loved the animosity between Nic and Crowley!
I was just wondering because of the whole Lilith thing and then there is that whole big thing in season 6.
OH SHIT, THE LILITH THING. I knew I was forgetting something. Good thing I didn't pin down that Supernatural canon in the text, hmmm? I guess this must take place early season 5? Hmm.
(Dammit, I should have gotten Crowley to try to get Harry to kill Lucifer. Talk about epic! Guess that's what happens when I try writing at the speed of thought wihthout thinking it through first. Ah well ;))
Also, Season 6 doesn't exist. The series was CLEARLY supposed to end at season 5, because anything after the apocalypse is anti-climax. Season 6 is just a vehicle for delivering to us Winchestery goodness and also Castiel watching porn, and I refuse to admit that any actual PLOT actually happened. Except that Crowley can still have taken over Hell, because that's cool.
BUT, BUT MAYBE HARRY WAS THE REASON IT TOOK LILITH SO LONG TO GET AROUND TO BOTHERING SAM AND DEAN! And to be fair Crowley might not have known that Lilith was going to be able to actually summon Lue. She was more concern with just wrecking people's stuff than actually getting the big guys out of the cage.
I only watch it for Crowley anymore, honestly, because I know in my heart that they aren't going to bring Gabriel back. Which makes me way sadder than it should.
Well, I meant that, didn't Lilith hold ALL the crossroads contracts? So maybe Crowley wouldn't have the standing to give a soul back until she's dead? Except nevermind, because Sam and Dean did trap that one demon and made her give back the soul of Mr. Saved-his-wife-from-cancer. Okay, whew. I take it back, this takes place during, like, season 3 or something before Crowley's even bothering the Winchesters. I think that's where things lined up when I was trying to line up the two series- Season 1 occurs around the time of Dead Beat, I think, if you're going roughly by airing dates and publication dates. But there's wiggle room on the Dresden side, so things can be jerked around for convenience. (like, maybe the Meg in Chicago episode should take place when Murphy and/or Harry are under suspicion and that's why they didn't catch the things she summoned?) (Why am I trying to reconcile all these tiny details when major portions of, like, the LAWS OF REALITY conflict between the two serieses? ah well)
I actually just mainlined the entire series (Supernatural, I mean) for the first time, over the course of the past month or so. I think I'll keep following it for Castiel, and also because sometimes Dean is tied up and hurt and stuff and I'm a kinky bitch who likes watching boys who look like Dean tied up and tortured. I am also a major fan of Crowley, but then came along that gorramn bullshit with the burning the bones and WHAT. NO.
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I think the big thing was that Lilith didn't want Dean to get out of his deal so she shut down an chance of him getting it back by just refusing to give it back.
Yeah, the series can have a hard time fitting together, but when they come together they're awesome. Like, imagine if Marcone got his hands on The Knife or The Colt? Or if Lilith got in a smack down with Nic.
I've been watching since the pilot, more or less. Castiel is adorable, and has some of the best lines on TV. The bones made some since to me, just because of what demons are in Supernatural, but I did not like them turning on Crowley like that.
No, no you shouldn't because the first thing that came to my mind when you said that was 'and record it on is Iphone' because that's apparently where he keeps all his gay porn.
Crowley was smiling again, dammit. It actually reminded me of Marcone's smile, the one he used when he was talking business, except sleazy. "Alright then. So you want John Marcone's soul back. I can do that. Let's talk terms."
"How about this: you give Marcone back his soul, and I let you out of the circle," I suggested.
Crowley shook his head. "Harry, Harry, what do you take me for? Your..." he waved over the chalk sigils on the floor "little trap is, I grant you, rather unpleasant and inconvenient for me. But it can't hold me forever. Sooner or later, I will get out. Besides, I can afford to sit here for the next month, if I have to, and by then, it will be all over for your boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend," I protested. I immediately regretted doing so. Crowley was, quite obviously, baiting me, and like an idiot I'd taken it. There he was, grinning in satisfaction at having gotten under my skin, and with what? Some throwaway comment making up a relationship out of whole cloth.
I guess all this running around saving criminal scum was getting to me. I was getting way to defensive about it. And that was enough introspection for one day.
"Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart," Crowley said. See what I mean? Baiting. "How about this: John gets his soul back, and in exchange, I get yours. I'll even give you ten years up here before I collect."
"Hell no," I said. No pun intended.
"It's a very generous offer," Crowley said. "One for one exchange with ten years thrown in free? I'm only offering it to you because you've already done me a favor." I swear, he was so goddamned smug I could see it dripping off him.
"That so?" I said.
"Oh yes. You see, there was actually a way our Johnny could have slipped out of his deal. Can't drag him down to Hell if he's already one of us, after all. Nicodemus nearly stole John Marcone out from under my nose with his coin tricks, but then who should come to his rescue but Harry Blackstone Dresden? So you see, if it weren't for you, I'd be out one soul with no recompense whatsoever, and would my face ever be red." Crowley smiled at me, again. I kind of wished I could strangle him, actually. "So I'm willing to deal with you, Harry, because I like you. What are you willing to sacrifice this time to protect John Marcone from the forces of hell?"
He had, of course, just offered me a way out. A way to completely screw him over. Accept his terms, then in ten years go find Lasciel's coin again, and he'd have no way to get at me. And all I had to do was become a complete monster.
Okay, it was kind of disturbing that I even thought of that as an option, even an option that I never intended to use. Just one more temptation to resist, I guess. What's one life-changing wish added on to the power Lasciel offered me in the first place? Not enough to tip the scales, ever, I figured.
Back to the task at hand: extract Marcone's soul without endangering mine, or anyone else's. "You don't like Nicodemus, do you," I said, offhand. I wasn't sure where I was going with this, but I figured for now I'd just keep him talking. If he was talking, he wasn't trying to break out.
"You could say Anduriel and I have our disagreements," Crowley said. "Frankly, I find his relationship with Nicodemus disturbing. But then, I'm a demon, not a fallen angel."
An idea struck me. "Political rival?"
"You could say that."
"Need some leverage on him, I bet."
Crowley raised an appraising eyebrow. "You're offering something?"
I took a deep breath. "One coin, one soul."
Interest flashed in his eyes. "You don't have a coin anymore," Crowley said.
"I could get one. I've killed Denarians before."
Crowley gave me an appraising look. "So you have." He paused. "Five. Five blackened denarii for John Marcone's soul."
"Two," I said. I could get three. If Marcone helped. Which he would. I mean, it was his soul on the line, wasn't it?
"Four."
"Three."
"Done," the demon said. "You get me three of those coins within the month, and I relinquish my claim on John Marcone's soul."
"Great," I said.
"Deal is sealed in the usual way," Crowley said.
Oh, shit.
"Fine," I gritted out, and crossed over into the circle- Bob had assured me the circle he'd dictated was, in fact, safe for that purpose.
Marcone, I thought as the demon pulled me into a kiss that would have been much less disturbing if he wasn't such a damn good kisser, you'd better be fucking grateful for this.
Re: Part 2 of 2 or possibly a whole lot, depending on whether I get inspired
....oh man I really hope you write this sucker up- this has the potential to be totally epic.
The Quest For the Three Blackened Denarians- and Harry smacking John Marcone upside the head for being as epically stupid as to actually sell his soul to a demon
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Great story! "[...] pulled me into a kiss that would have been much less disturbing if he wasn't such a damn good kisser, you'd better be fucking grateful for this" - hehee, I'm still giggling after reading this!
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And that was about the time I started spasming in glee and squealing in an entirely embarrassing way because I could SEE Mark Sheppard's shit-eating grin and UNGH. Just UNGH.
DEAR GOD, thank you for ending your amazing story that way!!! Anon, you are a deity among mortals.
My brain is also convinced that the kiss had tongue and is immortalized on Crowley's iphone, because he of all people would definitely have a camera that can work around magic. And Harry would hate to have that picture around. :D If a sequel happens, that needs mention. Or feature. Srsly.
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-27 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)Inspired by the Balthazar prompt above.
I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS (Fill, 1/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-27 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)******
As far as demon-summoning went, it was pretty straightforward. I drew out the summoning circle as Bob instructed, burned a few herbs, said a simple incantation, and there he was.
He looked human, a 40-something man in a suit. He could have been some guy in middle management, or maybe the owner of a used car lot. Ordinary, boring, faux-friendly smile just soaked in slimy amorality.
"Well, well, well. Harry Blackstone Dresden," the demon- Crowley, he was called- said. His accent was some sort of British. I was pretty sure it wasn't one of those high-class British accents. It was the sort of accent that went pretty well with the used car lot impression. "So what'll it be? Money? Power? No? No, of course not." He paused a moment, and his smile got even more slimy. "Maybe you want that vampire ex-girlfriend of yours human again?"
I blinked. "You can do that?" I said, before my brain caught up to the fact that he not only knew who I was, he knew part of my Name- a part barely anyone knew, the part I'd once traded to another demon named Chauncy- and that, somehow, he knew about Susan.
I don't like demons knowing things about me. So sue me.
"Oh yes," the demon said, smiling a predator's smile. "For a price, of course."
Crowley was the sort of demon who dealt in souls. Easiest way to summon one is to bury a box containing certain items at a crossroads. That's kind of a pain in the ass when all the roads for miles around are paved in concrete, and I have everything needed for a good old-fashioned demon summoning right in my basement, which is why I didn't do it that way. But it's a way for mortals without any wizardly powers to get in contact with demons. Demons who will give them things in exchange for their soul.
I like my soul right where it is, thanks.
"I'm not here to make that kind of deal," I said. Susan, I told myself firmly, would not approve of me selling my soul to make her human again.
"No? Your loss. I'll just be going, then," he said.
I waited.
A couple seconds later, genial smile wiped off his face, he glared at the chalk symbols I'd written around the circle on Bob's instruction, then up at me again. "Let me go," he said.
I smiled sunnily at him. "Nope."
"What do you want," he said, sounding not so much scared or angry as extremely irritated.
"John Marcone's soul."
He raised his eyebrows. "Really now."
"Yeah," I said.
"And why," he asked, "would you be interested in something like that?"
Good question, I thought to myself. I mean, I knew John Marcone was criminal scum, but I hadn't known he was the sort of criminal scum to sell his soul to a demon to get on top of the criminal scum heap. Well, not until Hendricks had come to me and spilled the whole story, which he'd only just figured out himself. Apparenltly, the contract he used had a 10-year expiration date, and Marcone had about one month left before he was due to be dragged down to hell by a bunch of invisible Hell Hounds.
It shouldn't have been my problem. You make your bed, you lie in it, after all. No getting out of deals like that.
Except that, if I actually felt that way, then I wouldn't be Harry Dresden, Wizard, I'd be Harry Dresden, personal lapdog to the Leanansidhe. I know something about weaseling out of unbreakable deals. And while I may hate Marcone's guts, he's actually a pretty damn good ally, from time to time. And just because I loathe the guy doesn't mean I want to think of him burning away in one of the nastiest parts of the Nevernever I've ever heard of(which believe me, is saying something). This wouldn't be the first time I did something stupid to save his ass.
"Does it matter?" I said. "Maybe I just want some leverage on him."
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-27 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2011-02-27 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)Thank you for filling my prompt! You're off to a great start and I can't wait to see what you do with this!
Your Crowley is amazing and I only have one question: When are you taking this from on the Supernatural side?
Also, am I the only one who wants to see Crowley vs. Nicodemus?
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-27 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)I have posted the rest of their deal just now, and now I need to see if the massive long story bunny bites hard enough to distract me from all the other fic I'm trying to write!
OP
(Anonymous) 2011-02-27 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)Lovely job on part two, by the way. Now I kind of want Crowley/Harry, maybe with a side of Crowley/Harry/Marcone. Loved the animosity between Nic and Crowley!
I was just wondering because of the whole Lilith thing and then there is that whole big thing in season 6.
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-27 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)Authornon
(Anonymous) 2011-02-27 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)(Dammit, I should have gotten Crowley to try to get Harry to kill Lucifer. Talk about epic! Guess that's what happens when I try writing at the speed of thought wihthout thinking it through first. Ah well ;))
Also, Season 6 doesn't exist. The series was CLEARLY supposed to end at season 5, because anything after the apocalypse is anti-climax. Season 6 is just a vehicle for delivering to us Winchestery goodness and also Castiel watching porn, and I refuse to admit that any actual PLOT actually happened.
Except that Crowley can still have taken over Hell, because that's cool.
OP
BUT, BUT MAYBE HARRY WAS THE REASON IT TOOK LILITH SO LONG TO GET AROUND TO BOTHERING SAM AND DEAN! And to be fair Crowley might not have known that Lilith was going to be able to actually summon Lue. She was more concern with just wrecking people's stuff than actually getting the big guys out of the cage.
I only watch it for Crowley anymore, honestly, because I know in my heart that they aren't going to bring Gabriel back. Which makes me way sadder than it should.
(SPOILERS for Supernatural through episode 6.10)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-27 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)Well, I meant that, didn't Lilith hold ALL the crossroads contracts? So maybe Crowley wouldn't have the standing to give a soul back until she's dead? Except nevermind, because Sam and Dean did trap that one demon and made her give back the soul of Mr. Saved-his-wife-from-cancer. Okay, whew. I take it back, this takes place during, like, season 3 or something before Crowley's even bothering the Winchesters. I think that's where things lined up when I was trying to line up the two series- Season 1 occurs around the time of Dead Beat, I think, if you're going roughly by airing dates and publication dates. But there's wiggle room on the Dresden side, so things can be jerked around for convenience. (like, maybe the Meg in Chicago episode should take place when Murphy and/or Harry are under suspicion and that's why they didn't catch the things she summoned?)
(Why am I trying to reconcile all these tiny details when major portions of, like, the LAWS OF REALITY conflict between the two serieses? ah well)
I actually just mainlined the entire series (Supernatural, I mean) for the first time, over the course of the past month or so. I think I'll keep following it for Castiel, and also because sometimes Dean is tied up and hurt and stuff and I'm a kinky bitch who likes watching boys who look like Dean tied up and tortured. I am also a major fan of Crowley, but then came along that gorramn bullshit with the burning the bones and WHAT. NO.
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Yeah, the series can have a hard time fitting together, but when they come together they're awesome. Like, imagine if Marcone got his hands on The Knife or The Colt? Or if Lilith got in a smack down with Nic.
I've been watching since the pilot, more or less. Castiel is adorable, and has some of the best lines on TV. The bones made some since to me, just because of what demons are in Supernatural, but I did not like them turning on Crowley like that.
More authornon babble
(Anonymous) 2011-02-27 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)And I should shut up now.
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-28 01:44 am (UTC)(link)Part 2 of 2 or possibly a whole lot, depending on whether I get inspired
(Anonymous) 2011-02-27 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)"How about this: you give Marcone back his soul, and I let you out of the circle," I suggested.
Crowley shook his head. "Harry, Harry, what do you take me for? Your..." he waved over the chalk sigils on the floor "little trap is, I grant you, rather unpleasant and inconvenient for me. But it can't hold me forever. Sooner or later, I will get out. Besides, I can afford to sit here for the next month, if I have to, and by then, it will be all over for your boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend," I protested. I immediately regretted doing so. Crowley was, quite obviously, baiting me, and like an idiot I'd taken it. There he was, grinning in satisfaction at having gotten under my skin, and with what? Some throwaway comment making up a relationship out of whole cloth.
I guess all this running around saving criminal scum was getting to me. I was getting way to defensive about it. And that was enough introspection for one day.
"Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart," Crowley said. See what I mean? Baiting. "How about this: John gets his soul back, and in exchange, I get yours. I'll even give you ten years up here before I collect."
"Hell no," I said. No pun intended.
"It's a very generous offer," Crowley said. "One for one exchange with ten years thrown in free? I'm only offering it to you because you've already done me a favor." I swear, he was so goddamned smug I could see it dripping off him.
"That so?" I said.
"Oh yes. You see, there was actually a way our Johnny could have slipped out of his deal. Can't drag him down to Hell if he's already one of us, after all. Nicodemus nearly stole John Marcone out from under my nose with his coin tricks, but then who should come to his rescue but Harry Blackstone Dresden? So you see, if it weren't for you, I'd be out one soul with no recompense whatsoever, and would my face ever be red." Crowley smiled at me, again. I kind of wished I could strangle him, actually. "So I'm willing to deal with you, Harry, because I like you. What are you willing to sacrifice this time to protect John Marcone from the forces of hell?"
He had, of course, just offered me a way out. A way to completely screw him over. Accept his terms, then in ten years go find Lasciel's coin again, and he'd have no way to get at me. And all I had to do was become a complete monster.
Okay, it was kind of disturbing that I even thought of that as an option, even an option that I never intended to use. Just one more temptation to resist, I guess. What's one life-changing wish added on to the power Lasciel offered me in the first place? Not enough to tip the scales, ever, I figured.
Back to the task at hand: extract Marcone's soul without endangering mine, or anyone else's. "You don't like Nicodemus, do you," I said, offhand. I wasn't sure where I was going with this, but I figured for now I'd just keep him talking. If he was talking, he wasn't trying to break out.
"You could say Anduriel and I have our disagreements," Crowley said. "Frankly, I find his relationship with Nicodemus disturbing. But then, I'm a demon, not a fallen angel."
An idea struck me. "Political rival?"
"You could say that."
"Need some leverage on him, I bet."
Crowley raised an appraising eyebrow. "You're offering something?"
I took a deep breath. "One coin, one soul."
Interest flashed in his eyes. "You don't have a coin anymore," Crowley said.
"I could get one. I've killed Denarians before."
Crowley gave me an appraising look. "So you have." He paused. "Five. Five blackened denarii for John Marcone's soul."
"Two," I said. I could get three. If Marcone helped. Which he would. I mean, it was his soul on the line, wasn't it?
"Four."
"Three."
"Done," the demon said. "You get me three of those coins within the month, and I relinquish my claim on John Marcone's soul."
"Great," I said.
"Deal is sealed in the usual way," Crowley said.
Oh, shit.
"Fine," I gritted out, and crossed over into the circle- Bob had assured me the circle he'd dictated was, in fact, safe for that purpose.
Marcone, I thought as the demon pulled me into a kiss that would have been much less disturbing if he wasn't such a damn good kisser, you'd better be fucking grateful for this.
Re: Part 2 of 2 or possibly a whole lot, depending on whether I get inspired
(Anonymous) 2011-02-27 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)The Quest For the Three Blackened Denarians- and Harry smacking John Marcone upside the head for being as epically stupid as to actually sell his soul to a demon
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(Anonymous) 2011-03-04 03:48 am (UTC)(link)I mean, no pressure or anything...
Re: Part 2 of 2 or possibly a whole lot, depending on whether I get inspired
"[...] pulled me into a kiss that would have been much less disturbing if he wasn't such a damn good kisser, you'd better be fucking grateful for this" - hehee, I'm still giggling after reading this!
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Even if you chose not to go anywhere else with this? The idea alone is so freaking awesome that I'm in love with this fic.
And Crowley kissing Harry! You know that he totally felt him up. Ha!
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(Anonymous) 2011-05-04 10:17 am (UTC)(link)Re: Part 2 of 2 or possibly a whole lot, depending on whether I get inspired
(Anonymous) 2011-05-15 04:01 am (UTC)(link)And that was about the time I started spasming in glee and squealing in an entirely embarrassing way because I could SEE Mark Sheppard's shit-eating grin and UNGH. Just UNGH.
DEAR GOD, thank you for ending your amazing story that way!!! Anon, you are a deity among mortals.
My brain is also convinced that the kiss had tongue and is immortalized on Crowley's iphone, because he of all people would definitely have a camera that can work around magic.
And Harry would hate to have that picture around. :D
If a sequel happens, that needs mention. Or feature. Srsly.