hay thar bb! I rolled comfort/1, but we can see how this goes. Say, just after he got cursed? lolsoulkinkMarch 8 2012, 23:38:50 UTC
[Usually, when Crowley showed up to harass the fallen angel, it was in silence, with the first noise being that drawling of his voice. Hello, Angel. This time it was different. There was a flutter of wings that might have signaled one of his brothers had caught up with him.
Instead, it's Crowley, in his usual impeccable suit, but there are wings peering over his shoulders. Huge things, with black, glossy feathers that shine by the fading light. To say that Crowley looks cross would be the understatement of the century. As if having to pull the Winchesters out of the fires they seem to insist on throwing themselves into, now he has sodding wings for his trouble.
He doesn't exactly know why he's here (where else would he go?) but it somehow seemed fitting.]
I like it! :Dtheangel_casMarch 9 2012, 00:23:42 UTC
[Castiel is startled by the sound of wings, ready to defend himself or bolt. When he turns around, he has his blade in his hand, ready to strike. He relaxes when he sees that it's Crowley.]
Crowley.
[That's when he notices the wings. And that is not... right. He tilts his head to study the demon.]
Why do you have those? That literally should not be a possible thing for you to do.
[Though he wouldn't put it past Crowley to do the impossible. He was like the Dean of demons.]
I have those because one of your brothers is a giant dick.
[The fact that Crowley's using Dean's monickers for angels just speaks to exactly how seriously furious he is at the moment. Getting in between Gabriel antagonizing the Winchesters might not have been the brightest idea, but, Archangel hadn't been his first thought.
Pagan god. Coyote. That's what the Winchesters had said. And now he has sodding wings.]
[Knowing his brothers, Castiel thinks that that description is likely to fit Gabriel, because who else would do this?
Castiel moves closer to study them.]
Why would he do this?
[He lifts his arm to touch them, but then thinks better of it. It would be a very intimate touch if they were like his own and he wouldn't put that past Gabriel.]
[Crowley doesn't move away, sighing in exasperation as his wings shift, telegraphing his anger in tells that Crowley isn't even aware that he has yet.]
Bollocks if I know. I was helping the Winchesters on a case they thought was a pagan god, then we get mixed up in some overdose on bad irony, and after we get the Hell away from there, I get stuck with these.
[He looks at the angel as he lifts his hand and then stops. Crowley seems to consider for a moment, a tilt of his head as he looks at the angel. Why bloody not? He already had them, wasn't like there could be any more harm in it.]
[Castiel reaches up carefully, running his finger over the edge of Crowley's wing and righting a stray feather as he goes. They feel slicker than his, but they are very similar.]
It was likely Gabriel. He seems to enjoy playing with Sam and Dean. He once trapped them in a series of television shows and hid me away in a pocket dimension so that I could not interfere.
[He fixes another stray feather.]
I'm afraid I cannot help you, though. Gabriel is much more powerful than I am. Your best course of action would be to figure out what he wants from you.
[Crowley almost gasps at the unexpected way that it feels as the angel touches his wings. He tries to hide it, but is rather defeated in that regard by the way that his wings shift, press into Castiel's fingers. It feels warm, pleasure that runs through him and makes him shiver slightly.]
He seems to want to mock me for helping those two poster boys that happen to be our best shot at averting the Apocalypse.
[No, Crowley isn't sulking, why do you ask? Well, maybe a little bit. But, under the circumstances? He thinks that it's justified.]
[Castiel notes the way Crowley's wings react and pulls his hand back after a moment.]
Gabriel would like them to "play their parts" and go along with the Apocalypse. He is punishing you for helping them, hoping you will give up. Show him that you will not and he will tire of playing games with you. In the mean time, I suggest you keep these hidden. It will call an unfortunate amount of attention to you. I will speak to Gabriel next time I see him.
[Crowley can't help the fact that there's a hum of protest on his lips when Castiel's fingers pull away, that he tries to ignore. A flicker of amber eyes to those bright blues, trying to keep that typical blase front he typically affects.]
Hidden? How do you...
[Crowley trails off. He hadn't exactly gotten an owner manual for the things. They're new enough that at the moment they're throwing his balance off, which is another embarrassment all its own.]
[Castiel tries to think of the best way to explain it.]
It's reflexive for me. I'm not sure how you would... Have you tried to just... not think about them?
[He sighs. If Crowley can't hide them, Crowley will have to just stay out of sight for a while. His brothers would notice the wings and likely not react well and he doubts that any demons would celebrate the sight, either. Crowley is in a lot of danger as long as those wings are there and Castiel has no clue how to deal with that.]
Oh, yes, of course. I'll attach awkward new appendages to your body and tell you to just not think about them.
[Crowley doesn't mean to come off as moody, of course, but under the circumstances, he think it's warranted. He is currently the butt of an Archangel's cosmic joke, after all. He's aware of just how dangerous they are, as well. He's got Lucifer wanting to do unmentionable things to him, and now he might as well just add in every single demon and the hosts of Heaven. Crowley doesn't scare easy, but this? This makes him nervous.
He tried to roll his eyes and look like it doesn't really concern him, but his wings are tensed as they draw in tighter.]
I don't know what you want me to do. Gabriel is hiding and if he doesn't want me to find him, he can just send me away again. He only brought me back last time because Dean had him trapped.
[Castiel doesn't think that Crowley's wings look awkward. They actually look more elegant than Castiel's own wings, but that is beside the point.]
We should go somewhere else. If you keep this up, you'll broadcast our location to the entire Host and very few of my brothers would hesitate to kill both of us if given the opportunity.
[Crowley sighs, because Castiel of course has a point, and there's really nothing that the angel can do. He nods in quiet agreement to that statement that they should probably go elsewhere.]
I found a small place that Lucifer hasn't tracked me to yet, unless you have a better suggestion?
[Castiel seems even less endowed with boltholes that don't have Winchester or Bobby Singer scrawled all over them most of the time.]
There are very few locations that are untrackable by archangels. If you think you may have discovered one, I think it is our best option.
[He notices how tense Crowley's wings are and fights back the urge to offer a comforting touch, as he might have to one of his brothers before he rebelled.]
Untrackable is the wrong word, love. They're only really good for a few days to a week before the base resonance can't hide mine.
[He used places that were haunted, hid his spiritual resonance under the death imprint of the ghosts. It was a temporary fix, of course, but it was the best that he could manage for the moment. It was better than sleeping under the Winchester's motel beds, anyway.]
Instead, it's Crowley, in his usual impeccable suit, but there are wings peering over his shoulders. Huge things, with black, glossy feathers that shine by the fading light. To say that Crowley looks cross would be the understatement of the century. As if having to pull the Winchesters out of the fires they seem to insist on throwing themselves into, now he has sodding wings for his trouble.
He doesn't exactly know why he's here (where else would he go?) but it somehow seemed fitting.]
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Crowley.
[That's when he notices the wings. And that is not... right. He tilts his head to study the demon.]
Why do you have those? That literally should not be a possible thing for you to do.
[Though he wouldn't put it past Crowley to do the impossible. He was like the Dean of demons.]
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[The fact that Crowley's using Dean's monickers for angels just speaks to exactly how seriously furious he is at the moment. Getting in between Gabriel antagonizing the Winchesters might not have been the brightest idea, but, Archangel hadn't been his first thought.
Pagan god. Coyote. That's what the Winchesters had said. And now he has sodding wings.]
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Castiel moves closer to study them.]
Why would he do this?
[He lifts his arm to touch them, but then thinks better of it. It would be a very intimate touch if they were like his own and he wouldn't put that past Gabriel.]
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Bollocks if I know. I was helping the Winchesters on a case they thought was a pagan god, then we get mixed up in some overdose on bad irony, and after we get the Hell away from there, I get stuck with these.
[He looks at the angel as he lifts his hand and then stops. Crowley seems to consider for a moment, a tilt of his head as he looks at the angel. Why bloody not? He already had them, wasn't like there could be any more harm in it.]
You can touch them, if you like.
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It was likely Gabriel. He seems to enjoy playing with Sam and Dean. He once trapped them in a series of television shows and hid me away in a pocket dimension so that I could not interfere.
[He fixes another stray feather.]
I'm afraid I cannot help you, though. Gabriel is much more powerful than I am. Your best course of action would be to figure out what he wants from you.
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He seems to want to mock me for helping those two poster boys that happen to be our best shot at averting the Apocalypse.
[No, Crowley isn't sulking, why do you ask? Well, maybe a little bit. But, under the circumstances? He thinks that it's justified.]
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Gabriel would like them to "play their parts" and go along with the Apocalypse. He is punishing you for helping them, hoping you will give up. Show him that you will not and he will tire of playing games with you. In the mean time, I suggest you keep these hidden. It will call an unfortunate amount of attention to you. I will speak to Gabriel next time I see him.
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Hidden? How do you...
[Crowley trails off. He hadn't exactly gotten an owner manual for the things. They're new enough that at the moment they're throwing his balance off, which is another embarrassment all its own.]
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It's reflexive for me. I'm not sure how you would... Have you tried to just... not think about them?
[He sighs. If Crowley can't hide them, Crowley will have to just stay out of sight for a while. His brothers would notice the wings and likely not react well and he doubts that any demons would celebrate the sight, either. Crowley is in a lot of danger as long as those wings are there and Castiel has no clue how to deal with that.]
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[Crowley doesn't mean to come off as moody, of course, but under the circumstances, he think it's warranted. He is currently the butt of an Archangel's cosmic joke, after all. He's aware of just how dangerous they are, as well. He's got Lucifer wanting to do unmentionable things to him, and now he might as well just add in every single demon and the hosts of Heaven. Crowley doesn't scare easy, but this? This makes him nervous.
He tried to roll his eyes and look like it doesn't really concern him, but his wings are tensed as they draw in tighter.]
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[Castiel doesn't think that Crowley's wings look awkward. They actually look more elegant than Castiel's own wings, but that is beside the point.]
We should go somewhere else. If you keep this up, you'll broadcast our location to the entire Host and very few of my brothers would hesitate to kill both of us if given the opportunity.
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I found a small place that Lucifer hasn't tracked me to yet, unless you have a better suggestion?
[Castiel seems even less endowed with boltholes that don't have Winchester or Bobby Singer scrawled all over them most of the time.]
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[He notices how tense Crowley's wings are and fights back the urge to offer a comforting touch, as he might have to one of his brothers before he rebelled.]
You will have to show me.
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[He used places that were haunted, hid his spiritual resonance under the death imprint of the ghosts. It was a temporary fix, of course, but it was the best that he could manage for the moment. It was better than sleeping under the Winchester's motel beds, anyway.]
It should be good enough for the moment. Coming?
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Let's go. The way you're [he motions Crowley's wings] it's a wonder we're still alone. You're broadcasting a lot.
[Castiel has never slept under the Winchesters' motel beds, but he has watched them sleep in their beds.]
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