Crowley stirred slowly, his wounds had basically healed now, but they were still kinda sore, and he was covered in bruises and scars. He sat up in the bed and rubbed his eyes, what is that…music? He stood up and stretched, his muscles waking up from the demon's motionless sleep.
When he opened the door and looked into the living room, he was met with what had to be one of the funniest things he had ever seen. Gabriel was dancing.
"Having fun there?" He spoke loud enough to be heard over the music, Gabriel turning and walking over to him in tune with the music.
"Dance with me Crowley! Come-on!" Crowley raised an eyebrow simply.
"You must be joking."
"Not about this! Come-on!" Gabriel took his hands and started to sway them, the Archangel bouncing on his heels to the beat.
"Honestly?" Gabriel started to twirl them both as the pair started to laugh, Crowley actually moving with him now.
"He's a sweet talkin', sugar coated, candyman!" Gabriel's singing was full of laughter, but he still wasn't bad.
"You would be listening to this, wouldn't you?" Gabriel smirked his Trickster smile.
"Oh yeah baby!" He twirled Crowley with one hand while clicking with the other and tapping his feet, smiles never leaving their lips. As the song ended, Crowley started to laugh at the now pouting Archangel, mumbling something along the lines of 'I was enjoying that' and 'Songs are too short'.
"How about we have some breakfast at least?" Gabriel nodded enthusiastically, Crowley chuckling as he walked over to the kitchen unit, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
"No, I'll snap us something in, you can have anything you want." Gabriel turned Crowley around held his hand up, ready to snap. "Well sir? Whad'll it be?"
"Something that won't kill me." Gabriel replied with a pout, but snapped up some omelettes. "Simple, and not sugar related, Gabriel is that you in there?" Crowley chuckled, moving with the plates over to the table.
"So, how are you feeling today?" The Archangel asked, jabbing his food with the fork in his hand.
"Better than a few days ago I can assure you." The demon smiled at the other. "But, it's all thanks to you. I wouldn't have been able to heal myself if I was still bound to my vessel, and you've helped me." The Angel looked at him, an equal smile across his face, then the two sat in silence to eat.
Well, it would have been silence, if Gabriel's music wasn't on so bloody loud. His selection of music was quite…well, Gabriel. Also very Trickster, thought that was Gabriel, in a sense anyway.
"Okay, honestly Gabriel?" A muffled 'what?' was the Archangels response through the last mouthful of breakfast he had left. "Your music! Christina Aguilera, 50 Cent, Kelis, and…is that Moulin Rouge a-bloody-again?"
"Stop insulting my music! It's…dancy." The demon gave him a confused look before Gabriel actually got up and held out his hand.
Okay, Gabriel wants them to dance? Is he fucking mad?
…Yes.
"You have no chance."
"Aww come-on! It'll cheer you up!" Crowley scowled at him, folding his arms against his chest as he leant back in the chair he was sat on.
"What'd cheer me up right now is you stopping your pestering." Gabriel started swaying slightly, the grin lighting up and never leaving his face.
"I got you to dance before!" Crowley shook his head, and the grin became a mischievous smirk. "If you don't I'll embarrass you." He frowned as the other scoffed in disbelief, so he held up his hand. "You asked for it." Then snapped.
"What did you do?" Gabriel shrugged, making Crowley eye his wearily.
"You'll have to see. Now, want anything?"
"Lets see, a cup of tea, peace, painkillers and to give you a ruddy good kick up the arse." Gabriel started to laugh uncontrollably, grabbing the back of the sofa so he could stay upright. Once he had calmed down enough to speak, he turned back to Crowley and his raised eyebrow.
"You…You said kick right?" Crowley stared at him in horror, which set Gabriel off again- but still bloody ducking when Crowley threw his duffel bag at him, bastard.
"Grow up Angel! I wouldn't fuck you in a million years." He received a look of mock hurt and rolled his eyes.
"But Crowley, don't you love me?" He didn't answer, instead he scoffed and stood up, walking to retrieve his duffel and slipped into the bathroom. He was concerned about Gabriel, how many more phases did he have left to endure? How long would they take? And…would he even chose some-one?
Oh come on! He wants to choose him as his mate, how would that work? It wouldn't that's how. Not that Crowley didn't want that to happen, even if he did! They had a bloody Apocalypse on their hands, and now wasn't the time to be getting…involved with anyone, especially since knocking Lucifer down would mean a pay rise for him.
"Your tea's ready, come-on!" He sounds like a mother.
"Just checking my dressings! What did you use on these?"
"Special stuff." Crowley spun around to where Gabriel had just appeared.
"Don't do that!" The Archangel grinned widely.
"Why not? Did I scare ya?" Crowley grumbled something then started to pull away at the bandages covering his body. "Do you have to?"
"I want to see what he did to me." Gabriel nodded once and helped him loosen the knots. Once the demons torso was free of the bandages, Gabriel cast a sad look at the still healing wounds across his skin, then turned away. "What are you doing?"
"You surely don't want me perving over the sight of you half naked, or do you?"
"Not really."
"There we go then, hurry up about it."
Crowley looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, fingers tracing over where the Hellhounds had ripped at his meat-suits flesh, where Hathael had torn with his weapons and scratched with his nails, the pierces in his shoulders, burns from fire and holy water-
"Whoa, Crowley! Steady, hey, come-on, get up." Crowley shook his head, his vision blurred.
"What…Gabriel? What happened?" His sight cleared just enough so he could outline the Archangel by his side.
"You started shaking, then sorta…slumped to the floor, I have no idea." His eyes flicked over the demon to make sure he had no new wounds, "You okay?"
"My eyes…I can't see very clearly, it's nothing." As Crowley stood, he caught a glimpse of something in the mirror. "What's that?"
"Just another wound, y'know, you are covered with 'em." Gabriel chuckled uncomfortably, but the demon ignored him and tried to remove the dressings. "Uh…"
"Look, if you're uncomfortable, go out; I do have boxers on y'know." The Archangels' cheeks tinted with red, but he stayed with Crowley, helping him so that he didn't re-open a wound by accident.
"It…it isn't a pretty sight. I only looked where I had to, I swear I didn't-"
"Gabriel," Crowley looked at him, his eyes meeting with the others' clearly upset ones. "I do not accuse you of anything, and why would I? I know that you wouldn't do anything, I'm not stupid." Crowley smiled at Gabriel and they both let out a small laugh, Gabriel's face lighting up more.
"Thank you, uh…do you want me to do it or…?"
"Can you? I don't know what wounds are where and I don't fancy hurting myself again." Crowley smiled at the Archangel, who proceeded to remove Crowley's trousers to get at the bandages underneath.
"There you go, to see what's on your hips you need to, y'know."
"Yeah, thanks again Angel." As soon as he saw the bruises, he let out a broken gasp. The familiar sting to his eyes returned as the image of his brothers anger returned. He'd screwed up, all he had to do was protect him, and he screwed up. No…no he won't give in to this, he can't break now of all times; with the Apocalypse, with Gabriel…
He was pulled from his thoughts as he felt arms wrap around his waist, soft but secure, and a head rested on his shoulder.
"Wh-!"
"You aren't alone in this y'know."
"Gabriel, what do you mean?"
"The Apocalypse, I'm here with you, and so are those two mutton-heads. They do give a crap about you y'know."
"Are you gonna end every sentence with 'y'know'?" The two chuckled, and Gabriel's grip tightened slightly.
"What say, until you get better, I look after you." Crowley twisted just enough so he could look at Gabriel.
"You're the hormonal one, I'm fine." Gabriel snorted light-heartedly.
"Yeah, sure you are, I can see that." He turned Crowley around fully, their faces inches apart. "I meant look after you." He wanted so much not to do it, but Crowley shook his head, not meeting the others gaze; who just laughed softly and let go of the demons' waist. "Don't worry I expected that, now hurry up and get dressed, that tea's ready."
"O-okay…" Crowley watched as Gabriel left, then walked over to the wall and rested his head against it. Crazy, this was all crazy. How could he like Gabriel? He was a demon for crying out loud! And honestly? He didn't know whether Gabriel liking him was just because of his season or not. It was a very weird situation.
Crowley grabbed his trousers and pulled then up, and walked out of the bathroom, his top half on and hooked over his head.
"M-morbid curiosity, mmph…" He pulled on the top and sat next to Gabriel, who was on the sofa. "What do you do about your Seasons if you're alone? I mean, don't you go to Heaven?" Gabriel looked at him quite surprised, causing Crowley to stutter. "N-not if you don't want to tell me, don't get angry, I'll live thanks…" He mentally kicked himself for actually being nervous, but Gabriel smile washed that away. Wow, this is so cliché.
"Well, usually, I'd try and hunt down one of the Angels that actually want to know me, and maybe stick with them, y'know, just to help. But, sometimes I'm with some-one, like Kali, though she did find that weird and probably got suspicious…" Gabriel chuckled and Crowley couldn't help but join, that image was just too good.
"What about Castiel?" The Archangel leant his head back in thought, then looked at Crowley again.
"Cassy is…difficult, to say the least. I helped raise him when he was a fledgling, he still is to me." Crowley frowned.
"I didn't know he was young."
"Yeah, he is. He…he did have an interest in humans, him and Anna, and that scared me more than I think it did anyone." The demon fixed him with a questioning look, asking him to explain. "Well, I wasn't…the most trusted to watch over a fledgling, never mind raise one, I really don't know how that happened."
"Well, Castiel turned out alright, you obviously did a good job in raising him if he's still alive." Gabriel shot a dark look at him, the air crackled with power.
"That is not funny."
"I didn't mean it to be, I meant it." Crowley searched for a way to change the subject, then turned back to Gabriel after taking a mouthful of his tea. "So did you really give birth to a horse?" The Trickster just stared at him wide-eyed as if he was crazy, then busted out laughing, both of them did.
And of course, perfect timing, Dean charges through the door! Oh well done you there Deanie-boy!
"…..Hi to you too Dean."
"Where's your Moose?"
"F-found…Monster…guh…got…Sam…need…help…" Gabriel frowned with concern and clear worry for the younger Winchester, and went over to Dean to try and calm his panting.
"Why did you come here? You could have just called!" Dean took a swig from a glass of water Gabriel had given him.
"No…no time, she's got him and I…I couldn't protect Sammy, I need your help." The two supernatural beings nodded in unison after sparing a glace at each other.
"Where were you?"
"The old factory twelve blocks down, lemme get my weapons." Gabriel nodded, then watched Dean walk into his and Sam's room.
"Bloody Kitsune, what's she doing here anyway?"
"I don't know Crowley, but there's too many things she could do, like you said they're part trickster." Crowley growled to himself as Gabriel bit his lip. "Can't you…inform her?" The demon's gaze snapped to the Archangel.
"Excuse me?" Gabriel held up his hands, backing up a step.
"N-nothing I just…nothing." Crowley opened his mouth to speak, but both brings looked towards the bedroom as Dean stepped out of it.
"Dean? D'you know where the Kitsune would've taken him?" The older Winchester shook his head, then gave a half shrug.
"We had a hunch about where she was hiding, but that's where we were, he could be anywhere. If anything happens to him…" Dean clenched his fist that wasn't holding guns. Gabriel grabbed Dean's wrist and Crowley's hand.
"Sure, you grab my hand." Crowley grumbled, making Dean smirk.
"Shut up you old kill joy! Now, off to hunt ourselves a Sasquatch!" The three disappeared with a flutter of wings.
