Yes, Bobby. Yes he does."Crowley, get offa there!"
The demon looked up from where he was pouring a gin&tonic. "What?"
Bobby went red in the face. "I mean the cat." He gestured to the feline making itself comfortable atop a teetering pile of ancient books.
"You named him after me? How sweet. I didn't know you cared."
"I don't," Bobby argued, attempting to move the cat without knocking over the tomes.
Crowley sipped his drink skeptically. The cat actually did look like he'd always imagined he'd look as a cat: black fur, yellow eyes, thin and elegant but with the chewed-on ears of a fighter. "And yet..."
"He leaves dead bodies on my doorstep," said Bobby. "Reminded me of you."
Crowley smiled. Whatever. As long as the Hunter kept thinking of him, it was all fine.
He wondered, later, completely idly, whether it was possible to possess a cat.
Ficlet courtesy of my friend ~NevillesGran1
, based off a conversation we had after seeing this [link]
art. Crowley is basically a cat.
Biiig kitty. I feel like there's a joke to be made in here about Little Crowley being really quite large but I'm not dirty-minded enough to make it. Really.
EDIT: Sequel drawing here: [link]