Surrounded By Morons -- No Offense, Love

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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.

Which was much easier said than done. He and Dean had tried everything they could think of to stop Lucifer- including putting the Colt Crowley had given them to use- and none of them even phased the fallen angel.

So he'd decided to say yes. If he could take control from Lucifer for even a second, it would buy enough time to get him back into his cage. He never thought he'd say this, but thank God for Gabriel. Knowing the cage was still down there- and how to open it- turned the tables just slightly in their favor.

But Dean wasn't going for the plan. Not that it surprised Sam even a little. So to appease his nearly murderous brother, he'd turned his attention to finding nice, normal cases- as normal as their cases could be, anyway.

The demon visited so regularly now that Sam didn't even flinch when Crowley started talking. He did turn to face him, however, a bit surprised at the anger in his voice. As far as he knew, Crowley hated the Winchesters as much as he feared Lucifer. The only reason they were working together was because the angel was the bigger threat at the moment.

"That's what I'm trying to do, Crowley," he pointed out, brow furrowed in confusion. The demon tended to have that effect on him most of the time, particularly when he insisted on bringing sex into the conversation for no reason.

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"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."

He took a deep breath, frowning as he smoothed out his suit, tried to back off, seem less like he cared, like there was no more to this than just saving his own skin. He was fond of the younger Winchester, and not just for his pretty face, broad shoulders and amusingly large frame -- certainly didn't hurt, of course.

"Thankfully, they did have to get Lucifer in the Cage the first time around, which I know is a bit of common sense beyond your ability to fathom."

He let that particular fact hang in the air for a moment, waiting to see just how quickly Sam would catch on here. He took a deep breath, a wave of his hand as he edged in close, idly looking over what Sam was researching. He had a habit of standing too close, but with Crowley it was intentional, made him smirk when he made them uncomfortable.

"Point being, there's a divine relic made just for shoving an unwilling archangel into a box. So, how about we focus on finding that? I know you Winchesters can't resist the chance to dive into Hell, but how about we focus on something that might actually work, hmm, love?"

Crowley looked at Sam with a raised eyebrow, his face that 'I really don know how I put up with your idiocy' look that he usually reserved for Dean.

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"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.

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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.

He shrugs his shoulders, looks up at the hunter that's currently crowded up in his space, towering over him. Crowley isn't quite as tall as Dean, it makes the height difference rather stark when Sam chooses. It's not threatening, not really, but he finds it interesting that he tries, a flick of his tongue against his lips as he looks up at him with those bright eyes.

"Don't be ridiculous, love. If I intended you to think there was no hope stopping Lucifer, I wouldn't be helping you with the key to his Cage. Also, he happens to be currently trying to hunt me down so it's in my selfish best interest here that we lock him up and he stays that way."

He reached up, idly toying with the hunter's shirt, a quirk to his lips.

"Really. It's like you think I don't like you."

[willneversayyes]

One thing Sam definitely was was stubborn. And now that he'd gotten it into his head that he could take control of his body after saying yes to Lucifer, there was no changing his mind. He could do it if that's what it took to save the world.

"You know what I mean, Crowley," he snapped, normally warm hazel eyes cold and narrowed. "You knew about this and didn't tell us. How are we supposed to believe a word you say?" Smart money was on not believing anything that came from the demon's mouth, but as much as Sam hated to admit it, they needed him.

His teeth clenched, muscle in his jaw tensing in protest as Crowley touched his shirt. He hated moments like this: the demon's endless, sometimes uncomfortably pushy flirting. If he didn't know Crowley any better, he might have fallen for it. As it was, he stood his ground instead of backing off, knowing it would only please the demon if he did.

"And I know you don't like me."

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"It's self-preservation, love. I know more about this than any of you, so if you try and stab me with that silly little knife of yours and catch me before I've had my morning coffee, you screw the pooch on stopping the Apocalypse."

He rolled his eyes, the way he looked at Sam making it fairly clear that he was more concerned with him than he was Dean or Bobby. It was Sam that had ex-demon girlfriend drama, demon blood addiction drama, and in general had taken far longer to come around. And it was always Sam that was the first to point the finger at him.

"And I happen to like it that way, so you don't get any idiotic ideas in that empty head of yours."

He fussed idly at Sam's shirt, tugging so that it fell straight, smoothing out the wrinkles, palms pressing against his chest in an entirely sensual sort of manner.

"You're the perfect example of tall dark and handsome, Winchester, what's not to like?"

He smiled, a flutter of eyelashes, a cant of his head as he looked up at him. Sam was the one more likely to try and stab him in the face, which made Crowley's attraction to him less than smart, but it did make things interesting.

"And if I didn't like you, I would have found another pair of attractive, semi-competent hunters to stop the Apocalypse for me. Although I admit, they are in short supply."

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"Would the knife even work on you?"

The question had occurred to Sam several times since they first met the demon, remembering that Alistair had been too powerful for the knife to kill. And compared to Crowley, even Alistair was weak. Not that the possibility of it not working had ever stopped him or his brother from trying to use it on the King of the Crossroads. It would have been worth it even if it just stung a bit.

He knew he had more of Crowley's attention than his brother or Bobby, but he figured that had more to do with Dean being a servant of Heaven and Bobby being Bobby than it actually did with him.

Sam tried not to shift under the press of Crowley's hands to his chest, feeling the heat of them through the thin material of his shirt. He didn't know what the demon was playing at, but he needed to stop.

"I thought your type was more arrogant, evil, and backstabbing," he countered, voice a deadpan. "And I'm sure there are plenty of guys out there like that."