10. Oh Poor Crowley.soulkinkApril 27 2012, 01:45:01 UTC
[Crowley hadn't stopped popping in to check on Dean on hunts. Considering that he insisted on keeping the hellhound puppy that the demon had given him back in the motel room when he went, he still felt the need to stop by and make sure he wasn't getting himself murdered by whatever he was pissing off this time.
He sighed, eying Dean in exasperation as he poured himself a glass of scotch he'd found, sipping it as they tried to contend with pagan god of summer harvests or something. Had to do something to pass the time.
Which, of course, translated into bickering with the object of his affection. It was a lot like flirting, really, especially considering the looks Crowley gave Dean sometimes. He finished his glass of scotch, idly pouring himself another as Dean tried to find the book they needed to destroy to reverse the spell that was affecting some pretty girl in trouble.
Crowley made ready to toss another errant insult at the man.]
I mean, really, Winchester. You're the best hunter I've ever seen.
Poor Crowley? Poor Dean! He's the one having to put up with Crowley and puppies and evil gods!righteous_broApril 27 2012, 01:59:51 UTC
[Crowley's popping in made Dean question whether he wasn't secretly an angel, since it mostly involved watching Dean get slammed into things and then nagging him about how dumb he was.
And of course he left the puppy at home. She was a puppy, for God's sake! Weird psychic bond with Crowley or no, he wasn't serving her up on a platter for some monster just so Crowley didn't have to worry about his investment in Dean. Dean could take care of himself.
Oh, yes, Dean was looking at Crowley like he was completely insane, because that wasn't the usual nagging and verbal sparring that came along with Crowley. That was... a compliment? At least, it didn't sound sarcastic. The only nice things Crowley ever really said to him were usually about Mary and she was napping in the corner.]
I'm sorry, did you really just say that? Did you switch brains with someone who's actually pleasant to be around?
[He walked over and grabbed Crowley's glass from him, downing it in one go. If he was going crazy, he may as well be drunk for it.]
[Crowley, had he wanted to point out exactly what Mary's parentage was, would have also pointed out that she was probably better at taking care of herself than Dean was. And Crowley actually enjoys watching Dean get tossed around, bloodied and bruised, nagging him about it.
And then he brings him coffee in the morning when Sam is still asleep, or out grabbing something, and Crowley's just a little bit nicer than usual.
His frown deepened and he scowled as Dean stole his glass of scotch. He didn't really mind, of course, but it was the principle of the thing. He sighed at the question, shaking his head.]
No, I meant to call you incompetent. It didn't come out right.
[Crowley was not sure what to make of all this. He eyes Dean, a slight tilt of his head, as if he was considering something, which he was.]
Yes, because I like being around you.
[Okay, seriously, what? His jibe about Dean being impossible to be around totally misfired, though the tone of voice made it pretty clear it was supposed to be that brand of playfully-
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He sighed, eying Dean in exasperation as he poured himself a glass of scotch he'd found, sipping it as they tried to contend with pagan god of summer harvests or something. Had to do something to pass the time.
Which, of course, translated into bickering with the object of his affection. It was a lot like flirting, really, especially considering the looks Crowley gave Dean sometimes. He finished his glass of scotch, idly pouring himself another as Dean tried to find the book they needed to destroy to reverse the spell that was affecting some pretty girl in trouble.
Crowley made ready to toss another errant insult at the man.]
I mean, really, Winchester. You're the best hunter I've ever seen.
[Crowley blinked slowly. ( ... )
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And of course he left the puppy at home. She was a puppy, for God's sake! Weird psychic bond with Crowley or no, he wasn't serving her up on a platter for some monster just so Crowley didn't have to worry about his investment in Dean. Dean could take care of himself.
Oh, yes, Dean was looking at Crowley like he was completely insane, because that wasn't the usual nagging and verbal sparring that came along with Crowley. That was... a compliment? At least, it didn't sound sarcastic. The only nice things Crowley ever really said to him were usually about Mary and she was napping in the corner.]
I'm sorry, did you really just say that? Did you switch brains with someone who's actually pleasant to be around?
[He walked over and grabbed Crowley's glass from him, downing it in one go. If he was going crazy, he may as well be drunk for it.]
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And then he brings him coffee in the morning when Sam is still asleep, or out grabbing something, and Crowley's just a little bit nicer than usual.
His frown deepened and he scowled as Dean stole his glass of scotch. He didn't really mind, of course, but it was the principle of the thing. He sighed at the question, shaking his head.]
No, I meant to call you incompetent. It didn't come out right.
[Crowley was not sure what to make of all this. He eyes Dean, a slight tilt of his head, as if he was considering something, which he was.]
Yes, because I like being around you.
[Okay, seriously, what? His jibe about Dean being impossible to be around totally misfired, though the tone of voice made it pretty clear it was supposed to be that brand of playfully- ( ... )
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