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soulkink

Silence After the Battle

Mar 04, 2012 01:04

Crowley appeared in silence, as always.

He knew they'd lost, that his gambit hadn't panned out, and perversely, put him in the position of being forced to do whatever he could to try and make sure that it didn't end here. His house was wrecked, he'd watched a demon eat his tailor, and only just barely escaped himself. Watching quietly from the ( Read more... )

rp, seekthesilence, cas/crowley

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seekthesilence March 6 2012, 02:57:21 UTC

The angel had been standing in the darkness, watching over the Winchesters while they slept. He hadn't known Crowley was coming until he appeared, and the only thing that gave away his acknowledgement of the demon's presence was a narrowing of his eyes.

"Crowley," his voice comes in quiet reply. The tone, though soft, was clearly displeased.

He's not pleased to see him. Good people were lost today, and much as Castiel would like to think they've gone to a better place the truth is that Heaven is in upheaval and now they've lost friends and valuable help for this fight, because Crowley sent them with a worthless weapon and a death wish. He wished he still had the ability to fully deal with Crowley in the manner he clearly needed to be dealt with.

soulkink March 6 2012, 03:23:49 UTC

"None other," the demon quipped back with a lift of an eyebrow, spreading his hands in a way that might be construed as harmless with someone else. The fact that the four of them were all intact soothed Crowley's quiet worry that he might have lost some integral game piece. He had all his chips on the table now, nothing for it but to hope that his hand beat the Devil's.

He turned to face him, a thin, humorless smile curving his lips. This was, so far at least, going better than he'd anticipated. He'd figured there was a fair chance of having to dodge being shot at by three different people. Maybe letting them cool down might have been the better decision, but while he wasn't exactly intending to apologize, he was hoping they could see the fact that he was still on their side.

Of course, the Winchesters weren't too hip on the concept of survival, sadly.

seekthesilence March 6 2012, 05:13:41 UTC

"You're not welcome here."

It was a simple statement, but it was firm. Castiel's expression was stony and sure. Crowley had been a risk they should not have taken, and Castiel was going to see to it that he didn't cause more harm than he already had. He didn't need to square his shoulders or stand taller because he already was, standing to his fullest and most imposing height.

soulkink March 6 2012, 05:28:23 UTC

"You know, I really thought it would work."

He steps in a step closer to the angel, seeming to ignore that less than subtle hint that he should leave. But, Crowley doesn't, because for one, he doesn't really have anywhere to go at the moment seeing that Hell is up in arms trying to catch him, and for two, he's always made a point of staying where he's not wanted. And so he smiles cheekily at Castiel, wandering into Bobby Singer's kitchen. If he'd going to piss off an angel, he'd like to not have the Hunters waking up in the middle of it.

seekthesilence March 6 2012, 08:32:43 UTC

Castiel has his own reasons for not wanting to wake the Winchesters. The first being that he'd set himself to protecting them and letting them sleep. The night had been beyond difficult, and that they'd managed sleep at all was a small miracle. The second reason being that he didn't want to explain to them why he hadn't gotten rid of Crowley the very instant he'd appeared. So he follows that little saunter to the kitchen, but he keeps his stance and his stony expression.

"Why should I believe you?"

soulkink March 6 2012, 17:06:22 UTC

"You want a reason to believe me? It's called survival, love. Do you know what's changed since I gave the Colt to the perfectly-coifed pair in the other room? Now the Devil knows I want him dead."

Crowley rolled his eyes, grabbing a glass out of Mister Singer's cupboard, and pouring himself a glass out of a near-empty bottle of whiskey. The demon frowned and eyed the bottle with clear distaste, but right now he'd take what he could get. He leaned back against the counter and looked over Castiel, dark amber hues looking into sharp blues.

"What exactly do you think happened when Lucifer put together that I'd tried to have him killed? He ruined my house, he tried to kill me, and they ate my tailor."

Crowley of course seemed most bothered by the last item on that list. Though, he did look a little bit roughed around the edges. He exhaled a slow sigh and shook his head, a roll of his eyes as he lifted an eyebrow.

"That social call went worse than dealing with your in-laws ( ... )

seekthesilence March 7 2012, 08:12:40 UTC

In silence, Castiel watched every move the demon made. He was thinking over what he was saying, weighing it carefully, because if, if he believed him and continued to hear him out and this turned out to be another trap, he would bear the burden of blame. He needed to be certain ( ... )

soulkink March 7 2012, 08:30:10 UTC

Crowley rolled his eyes at that statement.

"Of course not. No one here would even appreciate a good tailor."

He looked at Castiel meaningfully, then shook his head, taking another drink off of his glass of whiskey. It was foul, but the liquor was warm as it burned its way down his throat to his stomach, and really, that was the entire point.

"I came here, because I'm a renegade from Hell, which means my only admittedly slim chance for survival is to throw in with you lot, and hope we can miraculously find another way to kill the Devil."

Crowley was opting for discretion on the fact that this was one of the only places at the moment where he could hide. As much he was the same snarky demon from before, the truth was that he was hiding and had been drawing very short on places to go.