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[theangel_cas]

Castiel sat heavily on a park bench. It was getting dark, but he was in no rush. None of this mattered. The life he'd been trying to live these last months had been a lie. At first, he'd thought the memories were just weird dreams, but the more they returned, the more he knew that he was the angel Castiel. Everything else had been a lie he'd

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[soulkink]

"Hello, Castiel

[theangel_cas]

Castiel startled. He was no longer used to things popping in and out like that. His life here had been calm and relatively normal for a human. He had no idea what had been going on with the Leviathans or anything at all since that last time he'd seen the Winchesters. He couldn't even think about them without a pain tearing through his chest.

"Hello, Crowley. I suppose you are here for revenge."

Castiel was realistic. His life had a time limit and it was only a matter of time before some demon or angel with a grudge tracked him down. Even if he'd never remembered, his days had likely been numbered from the start of all this. He supposed it was better that it was Crowley and not one of his friends. This way might hurt less. He was prepared to face it, either way.

[soulkink]

"Not just yet, love."

Crowley commented with that constant almost-flippancy as he looked down at the angel. Honestly, he liked this better than the last time they'd talked. Crowley sitting in a trailer he'd warded with every sigil he could come up with, even knowing it wouldn't be enough, swilling cheap scotch and waiting for the end. And end that Castiel had deigned not to give him. Crowley was not a creature frequently given to bouts of affection, but even he had been a bit off-put by looking into those blue eyes as seeing the dangling Castiel Isn't Here sign.

"I came to talk."

And maybe fling him against something hard to see how he liked it. Crowley could be petty, and he tried to make it a policy not to get thrown against walls unless it involved sex. And they'd never quite made it there, even if Crowley made sly comments about it on nearly every breath, even if there had always been that tension that sometimes made him think maybe, it had never quite materialized. He watched him, his dark eyes on Castiel's blues,

[theangel_cas]

"I lied to you and you allied yourself with my enemy without a care for the fate of the world. I'm not sure what you want to talk about, Crowley."

Castiel hadn't felt nearly as bad about lying to Crowley as he had lying to Dean, if only because he knew that it would sting far less for Crowley. He was a demon and he must be used to the lies. He had been angry at Castiel, surely, but likely not hurt by the lies. After all, Dean had taught Castiel why people lie, but Crowley had been the one to encourage it, to really teach him how to do it well and he had used those skills on both of them with equal measure. He was never really sure which of them had taken greater pleasure in "corrupting" him, but in the end, he'd turned on both of them, hitting them exactly where it hurt and trying to put them both on leashes with his new powers