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Short Story: Crowley

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Sam remembered Crowleys message to Castiel from that morning, how he said about the knife and fixing Cas. He thought the attack might have been arranged by Crowley. Ever since what happened with Amara he's been having to prove himself to the demons to keep himself in office. Killing a few angels might up his score but killing Castiel would be a whole new game. "Crowley?" Dean said, confused, he was caught up trying to figure put why Crowley wouldn't be out here creating messes himself if he wanted to get through them. Maybe he knew Castiel would be an easy target. "Yeah," Sam explained, "remember the message from this morning," you could pinpoint the moment when in clicked in Cas and Dean's heads, they both nodded their heads, badly pretending …show more content…

Sam took out his phone, scrolling through his contact list until he found Crowleys name. He wasn't so sure about confronting Crowley as it only made things more complicated and just left more questions to answer. The demon picked up almost immediately which wasn't surprising. "Ah moose," he chimed as Sam put him on loudspeaker. "Crowley we.." Sam started, interrupted by Dean, "Why are your demons killing Angels?" He shouted, not giving Crowley time to talk his way around this one. He had been screwed with too many times for the son of a bitch to dance around the point. "So that's what they've been doing," Crowley's voice was filled with hate for his minions, they had been disobedient ever since the whole Abaddon; human blood charade, Crowley could hardly keep tabs on them at all these days. "Damn straight, the sons of bitches stabbed Cas!" Dean answered rather aggressively, "Well Dean, I'm truly very sorry to hear that, you have my condolences," the demon sounded sincere but you could never really tell for …show more content…

Dean's heart leaped, surprised at his own instinct. Cas's chapped lips connected with the hunters perfectly, Cas's inexperience in the field made it all the more personal, while Dean's expertise led Cas humming into the kiss. Their foreheads bumped awkwardly, sending smiles across their ecstatic faces. Dean's hand ran through the Angels hair, gripping at it like a baby to a rattle. Cas's lips tasted like the grape flavoured syrup he downed previously, he had his hands around Dean's waist, pulling him ever closer. Dean forgot about everything he had going on, all the unresolved issues, all the loose ends, it all disappeared, he brought his hands forward and cupped the Angels face. They pulled away, their breathing heavy, they leaned forward letting their foreheads touch. They took a moment to catch their breath, smiling into one another. They were too caught up in the moment to realise that Sam had stopped typing and that he was now standing jaw-slacked in the doorway. Poor Sam didn't know if he should run and pretend he didn't see anything or if he should hide and wait 'till they leave, one thing he wasn't gonna do was announce

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