The Universe's Mixer

"No. No. No." Jack said, flipping through a line of shirts on a rack. Jack McFarland was shopping. A hobby he enjoyed, but didn't indulge in with the frequency any more that he'd have liked. He was looking with disgust at each shirt on the rack before giving up with a loud sigh and moving on to another rack.

"No.. No.. Absolutely not..."

There was nothing thus far meeting his high standards of what would be allowed to grace his wardrobe, or even moreso, his person. Always perfectly coiffed, always perfectly dressed, Jack was always sure he looked his best. And he wasn't going to be able to look his best with the tripe this store was trying to pass off as fashionable.

"Dear Cher, what is that?" He said to a particularly putrid shirt that was full of purples and pinks and swirls of green. It was right awful.

Crowley twitched.

At least whatever had been wrong with him had passed, and the young girl had passed as well - on to whatever it was that teenage girls did when they weren't stalking the boys they had crushes on. It had been supernatural, whatever had caused him to feel the way he had, and Crowely wasn't a fan. Not at all.

It made him feel all gooey on the inside and in strike comparison, he needed to do something that was the exact opposite of gooey just to counteract the feeling.

Which was what found him at his favorite place, the park, trying to come up with something brilliant. Something that would shake the utter disgust he felt at himself for having softened anymore than he already was. Crowley knew all too well he was too soft for a demon, so much proved it. He wasn't exactly the quick and cuddly type, but he wasn't exactly the eat your face off evil either.

At least not usually.

He contemplated shutting down the electronic communication networks, seeing how long it would take for riots to break out and letting things take their natural course from there; but he wasn't convinced. So he leaned back on the bench and thought.

( This was so out there, pretty friggin weird didn't begin to describe Dean's situation. )