Surrounded By Morons -- No Offense, Love

[soulkink]

Crowley was not pleased when he caught wind of what the current running plan was for getting Lucifer in the Cage. Really, he'd liked Sam because he seemed at least passingly more possessed of common sense than his brother, and at least less likely to perform a stunning coup de grace on his own train of thought. He pops in silently, all crossed

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Holy crap, forgive the excessive first post. They won't all be like this.

[willneversayyes]

Sam had done a lot of wrong in his life, not the least of which was releasing Lucifer in the first place. The guilt he felt was overwhelming, but even more than that, the responsibility. The world was in danger because of a mistake he made, and it was his job to fix it

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[soulkink]

"No, what you're doing to talking about doing is surrender, starting off the Showdown. Don't you get it? There is no getting control for a moment. That is what saying yes sodding means. You give your consent and you don't get to fight, Sam

[willneversayyes]

"Bobby did it," he reminded. "And the demon was in him without his consent. If I let Lucifer in, I'll have more control."

The Hunter frowned at the mention of a relic. He had figured Michael forced Lucifer into his cage, being the older and stronger brother. If they had needed a weapon to get him in the first time, the fallen angel was stronger than he and Dean had given him credit for. Which meant that Crowley was probably right. They needed that weapon.

But it also brought up an important question.

"How long have you known about this?" he demanded. It was just like the demon to keep information from them, then treat them like they were idiots when they didn't know. "If I hadn't decided to say yes, how long would you have let us think there was no stopping Lucifer?"

He stood from his chair, dwarfing the demon with his height as he waited for any semblance of truth from the King of the Crossroads.

[soulkink]

He heaved an exasperated sigh, looking at Sam as if he was concerned that idiocy might be contagious. Really, Sam. You're getting all the looks he usually saves for your brother, right now. He just disnt really seem to understand how binding consent was, the difference between stabbing yourself as an unwilling host and trying to take control over an archangel. Archangel. Not one of the smallest pissant demons in the most willful of hunters, but Lucifer, King of Lies and a number of other less savory ephitets. However, he frowns when Sam brings up a very good point