Imagine Crowley giving you a hellhound puppy as a gift for your birthday.
“No way!” you squealed as you saw the small, but intimidating, hellhound trot over to you. “Crowley, you got me a hellhound pup?”
He nodded and smiled. “Only you and I can see her though. Juliet had her litter a couple of nights ago…figured now would be the perfect time to train her not to kill you.” The pup, which was larger than any newborn canine should be, ran over and began licking at your legs.
You giggled, eyes lighting up with joy. “I don’t think we’ll have that problem…”
“She’s only tasting you,” he scoffed, but you ignored him and jerked him into a tight hug. Of course, he nearly burst into flames at the affection, but secretly he loved to see you so happy for once.
“Thank you!” you exclaimed. “Best present ever!”
Requested by: @waiting4thedoctor