No worries man c: heavenonhighJanuary 2 2012, 04:32:18 UTC
[Cas is about to flash Crowley a mock pout and a quip about the loss of a second (possibly third or fourth, actually, if the way his body aches is any indication) round, but either he's imagining it or the air surrounding the demon raises a few degrees as he stares intently at the ring. He's hungover, and he's just woken up naked next to Crowley of all people, so maybe he's just making shit up, but he'd swear he's catching fear in the man's face before it gives way to anger. Cas starts to move as Crowley shifts off of him, but then there's a hand being pressed down on his chest with a surprising amount of strength and so he stays right where he is as Crowley proceeds to set half of the room on fire.
He knows better than to question it; as much as he enjoys pushing Crowley's buttons when the opportunity presents itself he enjoys breathing just enough that he keeps his mouth shut. Shifting as much as he can under Crowley's hand, he watches the women scatter, shoving at each other to get away from the flames. He half wishes he could follow them.
But only half, because he suspects there's something deeper going on than just a few rings-- he doubts nuptials alone could cause such a reaction in the demon. He's past the point of being able to know curses and the like when he sees them, but the look on Crowley's face and the sudden rage have him guessing that whatever this is, it's anything but good.
Once the women have left, Crowley turns back to him, no longer fuming and hopefully less dangerous. Cas frowns at the insinuation that he had anything to do with this aside from the obvious; there's a ring on his finger and that's as far as his knowledge of what's happened goes.]
I don't even know what it is you're blaming me for. [And because he can't help himself-] What I do know is that there's an Elvis impersonator around here that has some explaining to do.
He knows better than to question it; as much as he enjoys pushing Crowley's buttons when the opportunity presents itself he enjoys breathing just enough that he keeps his mouth shut. Shifting as much as he can under Crowley's hand, he watches the women scatter, shoving at each other to get away from the flames. He half wishes he could follow them.
But only half, because he suspects there's something deeper going on than just a few rings-- he doubts nuptials alone could cause such a reaction in the demon. He's past the point of being able to know curses and the like when he sees them, but the look on Crowley's face and the sudden rage have him guessing that whatever this is, it's anything but good.
Once the women have left, Crowley turns back to him, no longer fuming and hopefully less dangerous. Cas frowns at the insinuation that he had anything to do with this aside from the obvious; there's a ring on his finger and that's as far as his knowledge of what's happened goes.]
I don't even know what it is you're blaming me for. [And because he can't help himself-] What I do know is that there's an Elvis impersonator around here that has some explaining to do.
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