To celebrate another year of your existence, Crowley wanted to give you the best gift ever. So he asked you to tell him your most desired wish. Because being who he was, he could afford anything. But he was surprised that all you wanted was ‘a dog’.
“Are you sure? You know you could ask something way more relevant than a dirty, hairy and slobbery creature like a dog.” He frowned.
“No Crowley. There’s nothing I’d rather want more than a dirty, hairy and slobbery creature, like a dog.” You responded you a smirk.
He wanted you to be happy, so he would give you a dog. But to be more audacious, it wouldn’t be any random dog.
On your birthday, you were excited to see what brand your new baby will be. You wish it was a Golden Retriever, or a cute little Pomeranian. You stood in front of Crowley.
“So where is it?” You asked.
“It’s just there beside me.” He looked on his left.
“What do you mean it’s beside you I don’t see it.”
He then started to move his hand into the air, like if he was petting something. You realized it wasn’t a Golden, neither a Pomeranian.
“You’re giving me a hell hound? Are you serious?”
“Her name is Beth, she’s really sweet.” Crowley said proudly, petting her head one more time.
“Um, I don’t really want a pet that I can’t see and absolutely not one that will probably kill me in my sleep.” You sighed, beginning to have enough of this.
“You can wear the glasses. And for the killing part well um, I can’t guarantee anything…” He title his head to the side.
“Oh my goodness Crowley…”