No Event || BYOA || Locked to iustiviri and sitsherequietly

[soulkink]

Crowley is still going over events in his head, trying to figure out exactly how things ended up like this, so he can make sure to do it again.  He'd been in Dean's room, waiting for the hunter to return from his expedition -- yes, he could have just popped in on him as he often did, but he found it amusing, the way it was almost domestic, waiting

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[iustiviri]

Now that he had Crowley practically living with him he had to stock up more on food and other items they used on an almost daily basis. He even found some of that steam press crap that you could use without needing a drier, just an iron and an ironing board, with the room had on hand just for Crowley's pressed suits, which Dean had to admit looked good on the demon.

Unlocking the door, Dean pushes it open and heads inside, kicking it shut behind him. "You would not believe the crap I had to go through to get these --" Whatever he'd been about to say dies on his lips at the sight of Cas kissing Crowley and shoved up against the wall. Jealousy surged through him like nothing else and he had to wonder just what he was jealous over and who he was jealous of. "I see I'm interrupting something," Dean said, unable to keep the snap from his tone.

[sitsherequietly]

Castiel still isn't entirely sure what he's doing in this place. The demon beneath his hands is from a different time, isn't the one he knows, isn't the King of Hell, isn't anything other than the King of the Crossroads who happens to be helping the Winchesters with their gambit to save the world. He doesn't know about Purgatory, or their Arrangement, and yet he still flirts with him with the same bedroom eyes

[iustiviri]

Dean snorts softly as he eyes them, then turns and walks into the kitchen to put the groceries away, fuming. He has no idea what the fuck is going on or why Cas is even here. He looks different somehow though.

Fuck, that's a different Cas, isn't it? Son of a bitch.

"If you're gonna fuck around, kindly do it where I don't have to see it. Or you know, find another fucking room, there's thousands of 'em here," Dean snaps, tossing things into cupboards loudly, because he doesn't care and he's too pissed off-jealous to bother with fixing them.

He calms when he sees the pie on the stove cooling, though and it was apple, his favourite. Then he cuts himself a slice because goddammit, he needed the comfort of his favourite food, okay? He isn't even able to form a real thought about what he just witnessed and it pisses him off he's even jealous about it in the first place. If Cas was here why didn't he seek him out first? Why come to Crowley of all fucking people.

[soulkink]

Dean is angry. That shouldn't bother him, shouldn't mean anything to him, because he's just good sex (okay, great sex) and a place to stay. He doesn't feel guilty, but he feels uncomfortable, and when he finally gets the angel to stop shoving him into a wall, he slinks off to the kitchen. He really should just pop off somewhere, and leave those two to work out-- whatever it is they have to work out.

But he doesn't. Instead, he shifts so he's suddenly behind Dean, hands smoothing over the man's shoulders.

"I made you pie."

He'd been intending to impress him, make him take back every disbelieving comment he'd made about Crowley's baking. But he supposes it works as a calming gesture, as well. He's jealous. And the sick part is that there's part of Crowley that wants Dean jealous over him, not just because of his repressed feelings about the angel that wasn't his boyfriend