Discovering this blog was the best thing that happened to me today. Thank you for existing and thank you for all the art. If I'm sad I'll remember to come here and look at all the happy Spheals. Have a nice day, Spheal! ( •ω• )つ
You’re too kind. Also, a seal kitty sounds adorable! :3
“What the hell, Crowley?” you asked. You looked around the room you were in—dark wood floor, deep red walls, black furniture. The room was a bedroom, a large king sized bed taking up a majority of the space. You were obviously in Crowley’s lair in Hell.
Crowley stood in the doorway of the room. You made to go after him, strangle him for all he’s worth, but you found that you were frozen in your place. Your legs strained against whatever charm Crowley had put on them.
“Now, now, Y/N,” Crowley said, watching you struggle. “You’ll be free in a moment. But I’d be stupid not to restrain you while I’m still within your reach.”
You reached for your gun, your arms still able to move, but your gun was no longer on your belt.
“Oh, yes, and I took your weapon. All of them, actually.”
“Crowley, what the hell is going on?”
“I’m not going to harm you, Y/N. I just needed you out of the way.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I need Squirrel’s help with something. However, since the two of you have gotten… intimate, as it were, I feel that you are a liability to him completing the job.”
“You son of a bitch.”
“I’m not going to argue with that. But that’s beside the point, love.”
You struggled against the invisible restraint again—it hadn’t weakened in the slightest.
“Now,” Crowley said. “I’ve given you comfortable lodgings here. Any and everything you could possibly want is available to you. You’ll stay here until Squirrel finishes the job I have for him. Once it’s completed, you can go once more into his loving arms.”
“You really think Dean’s going to go for this?”
“What choice does he really have? Unless… he doesn’t truly love you?”
You stood, fuming.
Crowley shrugged. “Now, I’ve got to be going. If you need anything, just ring that bell.” He motioned to a bell on the bedside table. Then he stepped from the room, shutting the door behind him.
The moment the door shut, you sprang forward, rushing at the door. You turned the handle but the door refused to budge. You pounded on the door.
“Crowley, let me out of here!”
“In time, love. Now, you’ll wear yourself out if you keep this up for much longer. Just settle down. Relax. Watch some Netflix. The new season of Orange is the New Black is out.”
You pounded on the door a little more before checking the rest of the room, looking for any sort of exit.
You were sealed in.
You patted your pockets and found that your phone had been taken away as well.
‘Dean’s gonna be pissed,’ you thought as you sat down on the edge of the bed.
“And I a mum. It is strange,” she agreed. Amelia went over to the pack of seals, laying down on her back, initiating seal games. They barked loudly and clapped their fins. “I used to do this all the time. One of us would lie down and the others would drum their stomach. Of course, they know to be gentle,” she said as the seals gently patted her stomach.