Like a brat out of hell { Mavrickthemutt

[KingCrowley]

Days were long in the old, cold, dusty cabin and a young girl of twelve years old sat and waited for her Guardian to come back. He left for hours on end at a time, never telling her where he was going, or when he was going to be back. Some nights, it seemed he never came back at all.

"Back ...soon." the girl reminded herself, as that had been what her Guardian said when he left, in that gravelly, stern tone that made her feel strangely secure. Being in a dusty, damp cabin was like heaven compared to the cold, hard, bright walls and floor of the laboratory. She shuddered thinking about it.

"No, not there----anymore." she told herself. She talked to herself a lot, with what little language she had. They hadn't bothered with her education in the lab, and her Guardian taught her basic english, and often read to her from a book he called the 'Bible'. She liked the stories in there, stories about animals getting on a big boat, or a man defeating a giant with just a stone! Her favorite story was about the young man who got swallowed by a Whale. Jonah he was called.

When her care taker asked her what name she'd like to choose for herself (as they'd not bothered to give her a name in the lab---just 'experiment 05') , she'd chose Jonah and was told she couldn't have that name because it was a 'boy's name'. Instead, the girl took another name from one of the Bible stories---and from then she called herself Eve.

Eve padded bare foot across the wooden floor to the small kitchen and opened up one of the cupboards where she found a bright red packet, and her little green eyes lit up.

"Skittles." she said happily, picking up the bag and tearing it open. Eve had a love for skittles and her Guardian would supply them for her, under the strict rules that she couldn't have more than a quarter pack a day, and he'd outlined on the packet where she had to stop. Eve reached into the packet for a coloured sweet and popped it into her mouth happily.

"Cas---won't know." she whispered, stuffing more and more into her mouth.

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Rowena had done some pretty stupid things in her life---at least in Crowley's opinion---but actually bothering to turn one of his prized Hell hounds into a kid to 'teach him responsibility' just really took the damn cake. Hell it took the whole bakery! Crowley now had this young man to look after, as being a hell hound all his life---he had no clue what he was doing. It took about a week just to teach the kid that he had to go piss in a toilet and NOT on his floor! It was like having a puppy---only with serious attitude and sarcasm---which in all honesty made Crowley more fond of the kid, since he was a sarcastic bastard too.

Training him to speak english instead of snapping all the time had been a task too, but the kid was able to construct sentences for the most part, even if he struggled with longer words.

Crowley made his way to his throne room, a glass of craig in his hand and he stopped, a fond smirk on his face at the sight that met his amber eyes. "Well my little pup, are you going to behave yourself now?" the King asked, stepping toward a large metal crate (like an actual puppy one only human sized) and bending down just a little so they were eye to eye. This crate was sort of like a time out spot for the kid whenever he was a 'bad doggy'.

The King teasingly flicked the latch up and down, as if making a move to open it, and then drawing back. "You know---if you keep being such a naughty doggy, I might have to smack your little arse with a rolled up newspaper." he tutted and then opened the cage to let the kid out.

"Now, are you sorry for chewing Daddy's shoes?"

[Mavrick the mutt]

Castiel, Who was an angle of the lord (despite being fallen) as well as guardian of the Winchester’s had taken it upon himself to take in the girl after an incident that took place about twelve years ago. He’d been out on an important quest which resulted in him being kicked and locked out of his meat suit by a demon he’d severely underestimated. Because of this the demon used Jimmy Novak’s body to breed with a human and create a young cambion, though sadly the birth had caused the child’s mother to pass away leaving the girl alone to be found and taken to a laboratory where she was poked and prodded for years on end, they didn’t even bother with her education or to even give her a name aside from ‘experiment 05’ which was barley even a name to begin with. It wasn’t until a month or two ago did he learn of the girl and broke her out from the lab smiting the scientist who’d practically tortured her.

Ashamed, the angle brought her to an old and forgotten cabin hidden deep in the woods where not even windegos lurked, there he taught the child to speak basic words and read her stories from the Bible and often read her the one about Johan and the whale at bedtime to help her sleep. During the day Castiel would leave for several hours at a time and pop in at random times to make sure she was ok and still in the cabin since he’d told her not to leave. Since she didn’t have a name of her own Cas let her pick her own name but denied her the Johan as it was meant to be a boy’s name but approved of her second choice when she had chosen Eve. “Eve is a lovely name” he’d told her. It didn’t take long for the man to discover the child’s love for sweets though skittles seemed to be her favorite so that was what he’d bring her, but there was a rule with the candy and it was that she was only allowed to have a quarter of the bag a day, anymore than that and she wouldn’t be allowed any the next day and would receive punishment that night.

Unfortunately for little even Cas would know and did because the angle was standing right behind her now with his arms crossed though a slightly puzzled look on his face (but that had always been there). “Eve, did we not have an agreement that you were only allowed a quarter bag a day?” He asked with that same gravelly and stern tone he always had though it was not unkind.

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When Rowena had turned the hound human those first few weeks were absolute hell for the King because there was a lot of training involved, especially with house breaking him to use the toilet instead of peeing on his floor marking territory and teaching him to speak had been quite a hassle as well since at first he only snapped or growled. Of course the pup still had other bad habits like biting and tearing things up (especially important things), though the biggest and probably the naughtiest one had to be the fact that he liked to chew on things, especially things like his daddy’s expensive leather dress shoes which is what had landed the pup in his timeout crate for a solid twenty minutes to think about the naughty thing he’d done, but it wasn’t a small crate like you’d typically see, this one was human sized because Carson was well....human now.

Carson stood at around 5’10 and looked to be around eighteen years old physically. He had dark charcoal colored hair that sat messily just above his eyebrows, though he did have a nice build, it was just enough to where he noticeably looked fit. But the thing that stuck out the most about the boy were his eyes, they’d never been the typical reddish color like the rest of the hounds and instead had been a sharp icy blue-green color like that of an ice glacier in the sea.

When the man stepped into the room his amber eyes were immediately met with Carson’s who was currently just laying on his back with one foot propped up against the back wall of his timeout kennel before moving to fully sit up then turn to where he was looking at Crowley though he remained seated, was his Daddy finally gonna allow him to come out now? He sure hoped so because his timeout kennel sucked! Especially since he couldn’t do much aside from sit, lay down or stand up though he had plenty of moving room. “Yes.” He answered when Crowley asked if he was going to behave himself now as his gaze went to the latch and watched the man flick it up and down a few times teasingly before finally opening it and allowing him out, but not before threatening his little behind with a rolled up newspaper if he kept being a naughty doggy.

“....sorry for chewing daddy’s shoes, don’t like timeout.” He answered averting his gaze. Despite having gotten in trouble for chewing the man’s shoes the King could almost guarantee his pup would find himself in trouble again later in the day wether it be something else chewed up or something getting broken.

[KingCrowley]

More and more skittles went into Eve's mouth as she chewed the sweets and then swallowed them. It wasn't as if she had nothing to eat, as there was bread, and cheese and other things she could eat in the fridge. Eve just really liked the skittles, the blue ones were her favorite even if they all tasted the same. Eve popped a red one into her mouth before almost choking in shock when she heard a familiar voice from behind her. The child whirled around and her hands went automatically to cover her bottom. One thing she'd learned while being in the Angel's care---was that he smacked hard.

Angels weren't the most cuddly and empathetic creatures, they knew to punish the wicked and accept the righteous. Castiel had little parenting experience, and he believed physical correction was the only way to punish wicked or naughty behaviour. He also didn't know about giving comfort or anything, so he normally smacked her and then left to continue whatever he had been doing at the time.

Eve had never known love and comfort, so she didn't miss it from the Angel. She was very fond of Castiel---just not his smacks. Her big green eyes looked up into his blue ones and she bit her lip when the Angel reminded her of their agreement. She looked down at the packet she was holding, more than half the contents had been eaten.

"Like...skittles." she answered and then looked down at the floor. She looked the double of Castiel because her biological Father was his vessel. She had his raven black hair, which was very, very short and made her look like a boy. Her green eyes were her mothers and she had Jimmy's skin complexion and confused expressions. She wasn't necessarily pretty, but she was cute and sweet---even when she'd been naughty.

"No smacks please." she pleaded.

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Crowley had been rather fond of those expensive dress shoes, as they'd been imported a while back. Sure he was the King of Hell but he couldn't just conjure a pair up that would be the right comfort and stability. You'd think a human wouldn't be able to chew through leather, but Rowena had oh so thankfully let Carson keep his puppy teeth---which were strong and hurt like a bitch when you got bitten. Carson had dared to bite Crowley when he last gave him a bath, and the King had smacked him right across his bared bottom, quite hard too as it left a mark for days.

The King looked down at his sorry looking puppy when he said he was sorry for chewing Daddy's shoes, and that he didn't like time out---and his heart softened a little. He couldn't stay mad, Carson had been a spawn of Juliet and so he'd been one of his favourite hounds, even if he'd been young. "Mhm, you're not supposed to like time out. Time out is a place for naughty doggies." he explained and then sipped some of his amber craig.

"Daddy's not mad." he assured, reaching out and fondly rubbing the kid behind his ear. He felt half like a puppy owner, and half like a Father to this kid. His floppy dark hair reminded him of his Gavin, and his mannerisms were very much like Juliet's---how could he not love this kid, even if he had to be hard on him?

"Come, we'll have lunch together." Crowley ordered, turning and walking toward the doors of the throne room.

[Mavrick the mutt]

Castiel had been watching his suits child for a few moments before actually making his presence known to the girl as she continued to munch on the colorful sweets before nearly choking on a red one she’d just popped into her mouth when she heard the man’s voice. His blue eyes followed Eve as she spun around and covered her little rear with her hands as she’d learned that her naughty actions had consequences. Corporal punishment was something he’d learned from his years with the Winchester’s and Bobby, it seemed to denture stupid decisions as well as keep them in line though he’d never stuck around long enough for the comforting portion so naturally he didn’t know about it. When he would punish Eve it was always a spanking then he’d leave for another couple of hours.

The angle remained the child of their agreement and watched as she bit her lip before looking down at the already half eaten bag of candy, one thing was certain and it was that she wouldn’t get skittles tomorrow. “I know you like skittles Eve, but we had an agreement and it was that you only get a quarter of the bag a day.” He said taking the bag from her hands gently yet firmly then put them up high where she couldn’t reach them before turning his blue gaze back to her when he heard the girl pleaded not to be given any smacks, which sounded very familiar and reminded him of when Dean (despite being a full grown adult) had disobeyed Bobby and got a good smacking despite his plead for Bobby not to.

“I am sorry Eve but you have broken the agreement and this is the only way to reprehend your wrong doing and gain forgiveness.” He explained to her as he sat down on the kitchen chair before motioning her towards him. “You will receive fifteen then I want you to practice with your numbers. If you behave while I am away again we will read Jonah and the whale again before bedtime.”

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One would thing the witch enjoyed making her sons life difficult, not only had she turned one of his best hounds human but had also left him his puppy teeth so chewing through Daddy’s expensive shoes had been easy. As to be expected the pup wasn’t very fond of bath time so the last time Crowley was giving him a bath he’d learned just how sharp his teeth were though at the same time it had also been the first and last time (so far) Carson bit him because that bite had earned his little wet ass a rather harsh smack that lasted for a few days.

The young man averted his gaze from Crowley’s after confirming that he was sorry (though not entirely) for chewing up his shoes which was a sign of both feeling bad for having upset the man as well as submissiveness since the King was well...the big dog and much stronger than Carson, though no harm would ever actually come to him aside from possibly a sore hide for being a naughty doggie. He’d been one of Juliet’s smaller pups when she had her litter. Despite having been the runt he out grew the other and was nearly the size of the prized hound herself. His blue gaze lifted when his daddy told him that he wasn’t supposed to like timeout and that it was for naughty doggies, and he knew he’d been naughty because the man scolded him firmly the entire way to the kennel. He just didn’t understand the importance of those shoes because to him it was something to chew on help with the pressure of his puppy teeth.

“You’re not?” He asked before nuzzling slightly into the touch as the man rubbed behind his ear while telling him that he wasn’t mad, which was a shock to him because earlier Crowley had seemed incredibly pissed about his shoes being ruined and having to order a new pair. The lad was then ordered to follow him to go and get lunch so they could eat and just like the (mostly) obedient pup he was, he followed at his daddy’s side. “What’s for lunch?” He asked tilting his head a little

[KingCrowley]

Eve looked down at the bag again and sighed, she remembered the agreement they'd had, though she hadn't liked the agreement at the time, as she thought half the bag would be better than just a quarter. She whined when Castiel took the bag from her and then put it up high, which wouldn't really stop her since she had her powers, but she had little control of them and the skittles would probably end up all over the floor. The girl then pleaded not to be smacked, which never worked because Castiel's mind couldn't be changed---as far as Eve was aware.

"Re--reprimand?" she repeated, tilting her head to the side in a very Castiel-esque fashion. She didn't know what that word meant, and when she didn't understand something, she usually questioned it. Her green eyes widened as Castiel sat down in one of the kitchen chairs and then motioned her to him. She took a step back, her worn sneakers squeaking on the kitchen tile. "N-No---" she whined but then turned her gaze right on to Castiel's when he said that if she behaved after he left, then he would read Jonah and the Whale to her before bed time.

"Ten?" she tried with her guardian when he told her she would receive fifteen.

*******

The next time Crowley saw that bitch, he would watch her burn. She enjoyed making his life difficult just for the fun of it and Crowley was sick of her little games and plots. Still though, having this kid to look after had been a blessing as well as a curse. It was nice to curl up in his throne, a glass of craig at his side and his over grown puppy tucked up in his lap while he ran his thick fingers through his mop of hair. His mother seemed to have misunderstood what Crowley did and didn't want in life. He wanted someone to care for, and someone to love him back in return, and he was quite certain Carson did because he would follow him around like---well a little puppy would, and he would whine and cry whenever Crowley was gone for a long period of time.

The King chuckled when his puppy questioned if he was mad or not, "Not anymore pup." he assured, since he had been pretty pissed when he found him gnawing on the priceless leather, but since the pup had been in his time out crate for about half an hour, the Demon had calmed down. Crowley then turned and gestured for his mutt to follow him to the dining room, and he padded at his side, asking what was for lunch.

"I'll be having steak, potatoes and red wine. You'll be having beef stew." he explained and looked at the kid out of the corner of his eye, "And some water." he wasn't going to give the pup wine since he didn't think having a drunk puppy around Hell would lead to anything good. "If you eat all your lunch, then we'll go for a walk---somewhere nice like yellow stone park." he explained.

[Mavrick the mutt]

“Yes, reprehend. It means to voice disapproval of an action that had been made, like you eating more than a quarter of the skittles bag.” He explained when Eve tilted her head to the side and questioned the word he’d used. Luckily Castiel had patience and never got upset or annoyed when she questioned him about things because he’d done the same when he first started with the Winchester’s all those years ago but even now there were still a few things he had yet to fully understand. Cas then seated himself on one of the kitchen chairs and motioned for the girl to approach him while ignoring her plea not to receive a spanking, unfortunately Castiel was never easily persuaded to change his mind especially when it came to punishment for misbehavior.

The man frowned when she refused by telling him no followed by taking a step away from him, This was understandable as no child ever wanted to be punished for naughty behavior but a spanking had been the only method he’d seen proven to be effective with curbing bad behavior and he intended to prevent this from happening again in the future. “Now Eve, Don’t make me have to get up.” He warned looking at his vessels little double with the only thing really being different were her green eyes, he then told the child that if she behaved during his time away again then he would read her favorite story at bedtime, which seemed to have caught her attention.

“Eve, I’m afraid your attempt at bartering will earn you extra if you continue. Let us just get the fifteen over with.” He said a little more firmly than before.

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Carson was clearly a daddy’s boy because he was either snuggled in the man’s lap in the throne room or following at his side closely. Crowley’s lap was probably his favorite place to snuggle or even just fall asleep at times, especially when the man would run his fingers though his hair gently. It was a secure and safe feeling, like how he felt when he would curl up against Juliet when he was only a few weeks old, which like any momma dog she’d been extremely protective of her pups and growled at even Crowley when they were first born though it’s only been for the first hour or so, after that he was able to look.

Carson gave a relief when the King ensured him that he was no longer mad at him which was great because he hated when Daddy was angry with him, though at the same time he also hated when he was gone for long periods of time. Upon being commanded to follow for lunch he tilted his head and asked what they’d be eating today, and the answer he got made him not only excited but also made his stomach growl since it’d been a good couple hours since they last ate breakfast. Crowley informed the pup that for lunch he would be having steak, potatoes and red wine while Carson got an order of beef stew and water for his lunch. “Sounds really good.” He said in response to him, though it was his next sentence that really excited him.

“We will?” He asked as his blue-green eyes lit up when the king said that if he ate all of his lunch then he would take the lad out to go on a walk somewhere nice like Yellow Stone or someplace nice to that extent. “Gonna eat all my food, wanna go for walk.” He said with determination lacing his voice, he loved walks but more importantly he loved to go on walks with daddy. Once they reached the dining room the two of them took a seat and their food was brought out shorty after along with a glass of red wine and a glass of water.

[KingCrowley]

Eve avoided Castiel's stern, blue gaze and looked down at the tiled floor beneath her feet. She didn't want to look at him, because she felt a little intimidated. The laboratory professor had always made her look him in the eyes, and it made her uncomfortable. All she'd ever known was fear and discomfort. With Castiel it was different, she felt safe and understood for the most part. She had never felt or known love, and she felt Castiel was there just to give her food, shelter and punishment.

"B-Bart---ering?" Eve repeated when Castiel told her that her bartering would earn her extra if she continued, and then said they should just get the fifteen spanks over and done with. Eve bit her lip and took an unsteady step toward Castiel, lifting her head to look into his eyes which still made her slightly uncomfortable. "Keep---pants up?" she asked worriedly.

She'd only received a handful of bare bottom spankings since living with this Angel the past few months, but she knew they hurt and they were far more unpleasant than getting spanked over her jeans or underwear.

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Crowley remembered when Juliet had her first litter, there had been three pups, two vicious hellhounds and the little runt Carson, who hadn't been any more ferocious than a kitten, and had required a lot of attention from Juliet. Crowley had sort of empathized with the runt, knowing what it was like to be perceived as weak or not as important from his own childhood, so the runt quickly became his favourite mutt--and eventually he grew stockier and more fierce than his brother and sister Hera and Titan.

The King walked with his puppy to the dining room and he took his seat naturally at the head of the table, where his steak dinner was placed in front of him, and then Carson's beef stew was set in front of him in a large stainless steel bowl. Red wine and water were placed down next and Crowley took a sip, humming at the taste.

"Mhm, but you must stay at Daddy's side while we're out pup." Crowley reminded his puppy, giving him that stern look. "Otherwise it's the leash and a sore backside for you."

[Mavrick the mutt]

Castiel had never intended for the girl to fear him nor did he want her to, so whenever she was in trouble he would always keep his voice even yet stern instead of yelling at her. He was there to provide care, shelter, food, and the occasional discipline when ever it was called for, but more importantly he was there to keep her safe even if it meant keeping her tucked away from the rest of the world. Eye contact while in trouble was something he was slowly working on with her, wanting her to gradually get used to looking him in the eyes when she’d get in trouble, but for now he only made Eve look at him when asking why she was in trouble.

He then told the girl that bartering would only get her more swats if she continued though it had completely gone over his head that she didn’t yet understand that word either until she repeated the word with it sounding more like a question. “Bartering is when you try to change one thing for another, for example when you tried to get ten swats instead of fifteen.” He said before watching as she hesitantly took a step closer to the angle before he gave a small sigh when she asked if she could keep her pants up, which he supposed was fine since this has exactly been a situation where she could have been hurt. “Yes little one, you can keep your pants up.” He said with a slight nod before reaching forward and gently lead the girl to where she was standing in front of him.

“Ok Eve, now I want you to look at me and tell me why you got in trouble.” He said as his gravely voice softened a little while gently lifting her chin to where they were looking eye to eye at each other.

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As a pup Carson had been nearly as rowdy and vicious as his brother and sister Hera and Titan and instead had been quiet and calm hardly ever leaving Juliet’s side, it wasn’t until they’d gotten older did he surpass them in both size and ferocity despite having started out as nothing more than the runt, though their mother was still by far one of the meanest Hell hounds in well.....Hell aside from Ramsey but she was locked away deep in the depths of Hell.

Carson followed the man to the dining hall where their food sat waiting on the table, Crowley’s steak, potatoes, and red wine sat at the head of the table while Carson’s stainless steel bowl of beef stew and water sat in front of a chair beside the man’s. Boy did that good smell good, and the rumble from his stomach confirmed it as they both sat down at the table while Crowley sipped his whine and hummed at the taste before answering his pup when he asked about the walk they would go on later if Carson finished his food. He loved going out on walks with the man because it meant that he got to get out and explore a little though he had to ensure that he stayed where his daddy could see him.

The lad then looked at the man when told that he had to stay at his daddy’s side while they were out or else he would be put on his leash and have a sore backside. “Yes Daddy.” He answered with a little nod causing his collar to jingle a bit due to his name tag followed by the one with the important information just Incase he got out and was found.

[KingCrowley]

"Change one thing for another." Eve repeated, her tone low so that she would better remember what the term bartering meant. Words were hard for her to understand, she understood a few simple words thanks to Castiel, but there were still many other words that she questioned Castiel about. She took an unsteady step forward and then asked if she could keep her pants up, and was relieved when Castiel granted her that permission. It was still going to hurt, but at least it wouldn't be as painful for her.

Eve allowed the Angel to lead her over to him, and stand her right in front of him, but she kept her gaze firmly down on the floor, not wanting to make eye contact. Unfortunately for her, Castiel seemed to want eye contact, so he lifted her chin and they were looking eye to eye.

"Broke-------agreement." Eve answered softly when Castiel asked why she was in trouble and she glanced at his hand motion for her to continue. "Ate---too much--"

"Many," she was corrected. Castiel would often gently correct her grammar.

"Ate---too many skittles." Eve answered and looked down at the floor again, "Sorry."

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Crowley tried to treat Carson a little more like how he would treat a human, but it was difficult not to treat him like a little puppy when that was how he acted. Crowley thought his pup turned human might still like to walk with him, somewhere different than the depths of Hell---so he picked somewhere on earth, a popular location where he knew they'd be able to take a walk as well as see some interesting scenery.

The King looked over the rim of his wine glass when his Pup answered 'Yes Daddy' causing his collar to jingle, which pulled an amused smirk from the demon. "Good." he answered and took another sip of the deep red liquid. Crowley tucked into his meat and potatoes and occasionally glanced up to see Carson sloppily lapping up his food and water, and he thought it was time the boy showed some proper etiquette. "Ehem." he cleared his throat and gestured to the knife and fork on the table.

"You're a human now Pup, you should start using cutlery." he explained. "You use this---" he picked up the fork, "--to pick up the food, the other one is for cutting." he took his knife and fork to his own steak and started cutting, "Like so." he then popped it into his mouth with the fork, and wiped his bearded mouth with a napkin.

"One should never eat so sloppily in front of his King, lad."

[Mavrick the mutt]

Castiel couldn’t help a faint smile as he listened to the child repeat the definition of the word to herself so she could remember it for the future, but unfortunately they had to move on from lecturing and he was soon gently guiding her to where she was now standing in front of him then lifted Eves chin so they were looking eye to eye before asking her to tell him why she’d gotten in trouble. “Very good.” He praised after gently correcting her grammar when Even said she’d broken their agreement and ate too many skittles. Because of the lack of education provided for her from the lab Castiel often had to correct her grammar though he was never mean to her about it and instead would soften his voice so she knew he wasn’t getting onto her about it because she was still learning. “It is ok, your actions will be forgiven once your punishment is over.” He told her

Castiel then gently put his hands under her arms and lifted her up before draping her across his lap. He placed one hand on the small of Eves back to keep her in place while the other rested on the seat of her pants as he usually gave a small lecture before her spankings actually began by making sure she understood fully on why she was in trouble. “Ok Eve, you know what you have done is wrong and were aware of your actions before hand correct?” He asked then continued when she nodded “Good, Can I trust that you will not repeat this action in the future and stick to the agreements we make?” He then asked as a follow up question.

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Carson enjoyed being at the man’s side and often got upset if he was gone for too long which could sometimes make Crowley’s job a tad difficult, especially if the mischievous pup ended up having a fit and attacked one of his minions who were trying to calm him while his daddy was away. Being newly turned human he still had plenty of things to learn like how to eat properly at the table, not to chew on daddy’s belongings or anything other than his chew/teething toys, how to get dressed and shower on his own and some other things though Crowley was teaching him one thing at a time at a steady pace to avoid overwhelming the still adjusting pup. Now though, it seemed Crowley wanted to move onto his table mannerism and teach him to eat properly which would probably be a bit of a challenge with his stubborn puppy.

Once Crowley had made sure Carson understood that he had to stay by his side when they went out the two of them started eat with Carson eating the way he well....was used to eating, which was by lapping at both his food and water the way he’d always eaten since the day he and his siblings had been winged from Juliet once they were old enough to move onto solid food. The lad looked up from his bowl curiously when he heard him clear his throat then looked at the knife and fork he’d gestured to which caused him to tilt his head slightly before looking back at the man. ‘What am I supposed to do with those?’ He thought to himself before Crowley told him that because he was human now he was supposed to use something called “cutlery”, whatever that was.

He watched as Crowley picked up the knife and fork and explained how to use them before demonstrating on his steak, but Carson didn’t have a steak or a plate instead he had his bowl of beef stew. His daddy then explained that one should never eat so sloppily in front of his King. “But...always eat like this.” He said