(no subject)

Title: Bureaucracy
Pairing: Gen
Word Count: 400
Warnings: Oneshot (with the companion 'Damn Sun'), a bit of crack.. a little bit
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I owned the boys, d'you think I'd be here writing mere fiction?? NOOO, I'd be out doing QUITE different things, this doesn't even make money, either...
Summary: What happens in Hell during the events of Damn Sun

Bureaucracy

 

Companion piece to ‚Damn Sun’, you don’t have to have read it, but it’s funnier that way.

 

Dedicated to my best, funniest, most-heart-warming-review writer of the world:

Birdie, because you didn’t get it…

 

 

 

Being who he was, that is in charge of the Pit, the Furnace, the Way downwards from purgatory, there were many things for him to do.

Apart from the higher purpose of keeping the balance, making sure the world got to see the right amount of evil so they would be able to pray for more of the good…

It was mainly surveying the offices, checking the entries in all the forms and putting his thumb on the right ones.

That’s exactly what he did at the moment, sitting in his office high up in the Tower of Babel when something tickled his nose.

Lucifer looked up, out of the window – and sneezed pathetically loud.

Then his eyes grew impossibly wide as he noticed the icy crystals starting to creep up the window pane.

 

He didn’t even have time for a shout because right then an invisible force with the subtly of a bulldozer slammed into his chest flowing around him like water against a stone, turning everything but himself in his precious home into Winterwonderland.

He swore like sailor – he’d totally forgotten that THAT was supposed to be today – and hollered for his secretary.

A little imp hovered into the room, solely supported by his little insect wings which where the only thing that kept him from freezing as well.

“Fetch me that permission slip for entrance to the mortal plane by human host body, THIS INSTANT!”

 

When the imp was out again whizzing like a bee, he sat down and proceeded to growl under his breath.

Those damn Winchesters again… he didn’t exactly regard them as a great threat, but the paperwork they’d caused the last few decades was hell.

That is why he didn’t hesitate one bit when the piece of paper landed in front of him to slap it with his sigil and a big fat “GRANTED”

 

Immediately the floor beneath his feet warmed up to a comfortable 55°C.

He sat back with a deep sigh, wiped his brow and tipped a scale.

Save the universe: 3992037872.

The things one does for the job.

 

 

 

This is it. Just a bit of a background to ‘Damn Sun’ as to what happens at the other side of the fence.

Cat

 

(no subject)

Title: Bureaucracy
Pairing: Gen
Word Count: 400
Warnings: Oneshot (with the companion 'Damn Sun'), a bit of crack.. a little bit
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I owned the boys, d'you think I'd be here writing mere fiction?? NOOO, I'd be out doing QUITE different things, this doesn't even make money, either...
Summary: What happens in Hell during the events of Damn Sun

Bureaucracy

 

Companion piece to ‚Damn Sun’, you don’t have to have read it, but it’s funnier that way.

 

Dedicated to my best, funniest, most-heart-warming-review writer of the world:

Birdie, because you didn’t get it…

 

 

 

Being who he was, that is in charge of the Pit, the Furnace, the Way downwards from purgatory, there were many things for him to do.

Apart from the higher purpose of keeping the balance, making sure the world got to see the right amount of evil so they would be able to pray for more of the good…

It was mainly surveying the offices, checking the entries in all the forms and putting his thumb on the right ones.

That’s exactly what he did at the moment, sitting in his office high up in the Tower of Babel when something tickled his nose.

Lucifer looked up, out of the window – and sneezed pathetically loud.

Then his eyes grew impossibly wide as he noticed the icy crystals starting to creep up the window pane.

 

He didn’t even have time for a shout because right then an invisible force with the subtly of a bulldozer slammed into his chest flowing around him like water against a stone, turning everything but himself in his precious home into Winterwonderland.

He swore like sailor – he’d totally forgotten that THAT was supposed to be today – and hollered for his secretary.

A little imp hovered into the room, solely supported by his little insect wings which where the only thing that kept him from freezing as well.

“Fetch me that permission slip for entrance to the mortal plane by human host body, THIS INSTANT!”

 

When the imp was out again whizzing like a bee, he sat down and proceeded to growl under his breath.

Those damn Winchesters again… he didn’t exactly regard them as a great threat, but the paperwork they’d caused the last few decades was hell.

That is why he didn’t hesitate one bit when the piece of paper landed in front of him to slap it with his sigil and a big fat “GRANTED”

 

Immediately the floor beneath his feet warmed up to a comfortable 55°C.

He sat back with a deep sigh, wiped his brow and tipped a scale.

Save the universe: 3992037872.

The things one does for the job.

 

 

 

This is it. Just a bit of a background to ‘Damn Sun’ as to what happens at the other side of the fence.

Cat