This is my first 100 word a chapter fic, but I think it turned out pretty good. Of course, time travel stories are always difficult, so feel free to give me any ideas or a heads up if I accidentally make a paradox that doesn't make sense without noticing.

Enjoy.


"You're messing up my wall, and I just got it all pretty and blood splattered." Crowley pouted, wiping the gore off the knife he held on his apron.

Castiel dipped his fingers in the bronze chalice he held, and continued painting symbols on the wall without taking his intense gaze off his work.

"Raphael is coming." He stated.

Crowley paused.

"I'm going to send you somewhere safe, where you can't be reached, along with the key."

"Ah." Crowley said. And then, "What key?"

Castiel glanced at him. "They key to the weapons of Heaven."

"Ah. That key."


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