Not The King - For theangel_cas

[soulkink]

It had put the Winchesters on edge when Crowley had appeared one day while they were on a hunt, bantering and just barely keeping them alive as if they were still working together to bring down Lucifer.  Then, at least, they'd known where his hand was, why he cared.  Now, Crowley just shrugged and offered something about how maybe I like you.

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[theangel_cas]

Castiel had been somewhat suspicious of Crowley's motivations for a while. It wasn't that he though Crowley was working against them, For the most part, he'd been helpful. It was just that Castiel couldn't entirely understand why. Crowley wasn't bad, but he looked out for himself and Castiel was unsure what he got out of spending so much time with any of them. He certainly hadn't minded the demon being there, though. He'd given Castiel help in his fights and knowing that Crowley was around made him worry less about the Winchesters. At least they had someone looking out for them when Castiel was away

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Crowley rolled his eyes at the statement, a lift of an eyebrow as he idly straightened his suit. His hazel eyes dragging over Castiel in that almost-intentioned, almost-obscene way that he had. He was interested in the angel, not that he expected the angel to pick up on that no matter how obvious about it he was; some days you could cut the tension between Dean and him with a knife and he'd never caught on.

"And that would have accomplished what, exactly, princess?"

So maybe he was being a little bit sharper than usual, but he didn't like having his problems rolled out like that. He could deal with this, of course, but it had been close, a few times; that long permed hair falling against his face and that laugh that was like nails on a chalk board. It would be easier if he wasn't so attached to his vessel, but Crowley was as vain as he was self-serving.

"You going to ride in on a white horse and save me when I'm in trouble, darling? You know, I expect a kiss out of this sort of arrangement."

[theangel_cas]

Of course Castiel didn't notice. Why would he start picking up on things like that all of a sudden?

He sighed. "I would come if you called. It's hardly my fault that you're too proud to admit that you need help."

He knew that they weren't friends the way he and Dean were friends. Dean was like family to him. He did still think of Crowley as sort-of being one of them, though. He's been there with that through a lot, whether his reasons were selfish or not didn't change that he'd been there.

"If you don't want help, you can just say so, but it seems to me that you've been hanging around Sam and Dean because you think you do need help and you just don't want to admit that."

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He sighed, and nodded slightly because as much as it pained him to admit it, Castiel was right.

"That whore is rather intent on hunting me down, and unfortunately has most of the demons of Hell at her disposal to do so. She campaigned on a platform of murder, mayhem, and admitted daddy issues -- more honest that any human politican, to be fair. But, it's not exactly the sort of thing that leaves many willing to bed the company line. I figured I could use a couple of pretty faces handy with an exorcism and a demon blade."

He let his words hang as he edged away from the wall, pressing into the angel's usually non-existent personal space so he could look at him, his hazel eyes bright to an almost amber. What was one admittance more? It was a tempting thought, if Castiel was going to claim he'd come if Crowley called. Maybe he should spell interest in words that even the silly little angel could understand.