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[integrity]

Who: Crowley [integrity], Castiel [ofthursday], and PUPPIES.
When: The early morning hours of February 24th.
Where: Crowley's apartment in Sector Three.
Summary: Crowley's hellhound has puppies! Castiel is an idiot.
Warnings: ... puppies?

On the rare occasion that Crowley actually used his front door, it was only when he was suspicious. And when he felt something inside his flat, something that had triggered one of his thousands of sigils hidden across the walls -- he gingerly opened it with his fingers, eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced around.

There was some blood on the floor, claw marks in the mahogany, and the distinct feeling of unease that permeated the apartment. Combine that with the sound of whimpering and rustling from a side-room set Crowley forward instantly.

Because over his dead body had someone actually been stupid enough to hurt his dog.

If Crowley had been thinking, he would realize that only one person could bypass his sigils and wards without getting themselves killed, and if he had done the math, he would have realized that it had been roughly two and a half weeks since he noticed his hellhound had been eating for ten, but unfortunately for his feathered partner in crime, Crowley already had him against a wall with a powerful push of telekinesis before he noticed... puppies.

" ... oh," Crowley commented, blinking as he held Castiel against the wall with his hand outstretched, counting to himself. "I only count eight, where's the dead one?" Crowley asked, peering at Castiel with arched eyebrows before belatedly letting Castiel slide back down the wall onto his feet as he lowered his hand.

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[ofthursday]

Castiel had, in turn, come into Crowley's house looking for Growley; his angelic senses had alerted him to that something was happening with the dog, and of course he'd had to check on her. He'd walked, or rather flown, into an absolute horror movie known as a dog having a litter of puppies, and promptly angel-flailed and had absolutely no idea what to do.

Thankfully, Growley had, being a dog and all, even one from hell. And so soon there were a whole bunch of invisible newborn puppies, whining and snuggled up against their mother, except for one.

The last one, the one Crowley had thought was dead, was not actually. It had looked close though, and Castiel had scooped it up in some spare jacket or something that probably cost a fortune that Castiel couldn't care less about, trying to keep it warm. otherwise, Castiel knew nothing about aid outside of his own healing powers, and he hadn't wanted to risk using his grace on a hellhound puppy. That could be bad.

Thankfully he'd set it down to go get something when Crowley had arrived and Castiel found himself pinned against the wall; he suppressed a flash of panic at being so, instead scowling at the demon until he was released, again not wanting to risk using his grace around the newborn puppies.

"Over here." He snapped, picking up the bundle again and showing it to Crowley.