Two Steps Forward, Three Steps Back
Title: Two Steps Forward, Three Steps Back
Rating: G
Pairing: Gabriel/Crowley
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Summary: Dating Crowley is like walking up a mountain. In a blizzard. With slippery shoes. And no map.
Notes: Originally written over at onlinespncon
Dating Crowley is like walking up a mountain. In a blizzard. With slippery shoes. And no map.
Not that Gabriel really wants a map, but non-slip soles would be nice, since for every two steps forward he manages, they slide three back. It's frustrating.
(And he occasionally wonders if this is what people mean when they throw their hands up and declare that he is things like 'impossible' and 'aggravating' and 'too much work,' but if so, he'd like to have them meet Crowley, since the demon is driving Gabriel to use such words and if those people met Crowley, they'd think Gabriel to be such a sweet guy. Hmm. He'd have to look into that.)
Anyway. Back to the demon at hand. Two steps forward and three steps back.
For instance. Try to do something genuinely nice for the guy. Buy him a nice tie or hat (Gabriel had even refrained from getting the bright pink, polka-dotted ones, so as to minimize the chance that it would be thought of as a gag gift.) and the guy threw a hissy fit over the style or the color and guess who ended up in the doghouse for a week?
Gabriel, that's who.
So, fine. Crowley didn't want to see Gabriel for the next week? He'd just go hang out with the Winchesters and Cas for a bit. At least they properly appreciated him when he was around.
He left the bright pink, polka-dotted tie tied around the hellhound's neck. Just because.
Rating: G
Pairing: Gabriel/Crowley
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Summary: Dating Crowley is like walking up a mountain. In a blizzard. With slippery shoes. And no map.
Notes: Originally written over at onlinespncon
Dating Crowley is like walking up a mountain. In a blizzard. With slippery shoes. And no map.
Not that Gabriel really wants a map, but non-slip soles would be nice, since for every two steps forward he manages, they slide three back. It's frustrating.
(And he occasionally wonders if this is what people mean when they throw their hands up and declare that he is things like 'impossible' and 'aggravating' and 'too much work,' but if so, he'd like to have them meet Crowley, since the demon is driving Gabriel to use such words and if those people met Crowley, they'd think Gabriel to be such a sweet guy. Hmm. He'd have to look into that.)
Anyway. Back to the demon at hand. Two steps forward and three steps back.
For instance. Try to do something genuinely nice for the guy. Buy him a nice tie or hat (Gabriel had even refrained from getting the bright pink, polka-dotted ones, so as to minimize the chance that it would be thought of as a gag gift.) and the guy threw a hissy fit over the style or the color and guess who ended up in the doghouse for a week?
Gabriel, that's who.
So, fine. Crowley didn't want to see Gabriel for the next week? He'd just go hang out with the Winchesters and Cas for a bit. At least they properly appreciated him when he was around.
He left the bright pink, polka-dotted tie tied around the hellhound's neck. Just because.