Author's Note: Hah, i promised this chapter would be out about four hours ago. Whoops. Sorry for any inconvenience. I really am, i just got really distracted.
Warnings: Sexual innuendos. But you know, this should be a given now.
Disclaimers: As usual, not my people. You know that.
Dean woke up the next morning and decided he was going to teach Cas the horrors of being woken up by someone when all you wanted was to sleep. However upon discovering the former angel's room empty and his bed cold Dean became terrified. What if it had all been a dream? What if Castiel had decided to leave again.
He shoved the first thought out of his mind. The bed was used after all he could tell that much, (meaning Castiel was not a figment of his imagination last night), but he raced outside of the room to look for Cas.
'Cas please be here still, please be in the kitchen, please be in the living room, please be outside, please be in the Impala, please be somewhere here,' Dean said as he walked through the bunker looking for the dark-haired man.
"Sam, Cas is missing," Dean called returning to the kitchen and prepping for an ex-angel hunt.
Crowley woke up to yelling and the noise of people quickly moving from one room to the next. He groaned and yanked a pillow over his head. Then he felt it. Vibes were floating through the house and invading his room. They felt slightly panicked and worried. He got up and snapped on a suit. Groaning, he pulled his sunglasses off of the shelf and stumbled out of the room trying to figure out what was causing the panic outside.
"What is going on?" he asked as Sam walked by.
"Dean can't find Cas,"
"Who the bloody hell is Cass?" he asked. The name sounded familiar.
"Castiel," Sam explained and Crowley remembered that it was the nickname the boys had called Aziraphale's friend. Castiel was, after all, a rather odd name to pronounce (I mean no less so than Aziraphale). Besides, Cass rolled off his snaky tongue better.
"Let me go get the Angel— er, Aziraphale and we'll help out," he said groggily walking next door to Aziraphale's bedroom. He opened the door and his eyes widened. On the bed were two figures curled up facing each other, blankets tossed haphazardly aside on the floor, sleeping peacefully looking like perfect angels. Every few moments or so one of them would let out a soft sigh or their eyelid would flutter gently as a dream raced across the blue orbs beneath. Crowley took his eyes away from the picturesque scene and took into account the room around them. Feathers were strewn around the floor, on the drawers, on tables, even on the sleeers themselves and Crowley realized Aziraphale's wings were out. He blessed under his breath before snapping them away and putting a shirt back on Aziraphale.
'There,' he thought as the tartan button-up manifested itself, 'Much more appropriate. We can't have half naked angels sleeping together, what kind of image would that make for heaven.'
Crowley obviously did not want to concede the fact there were no more angels around and that Castiel and Aziraphale were very, very mortal and those soft breathes and fluttery sighs were no longer just to keep up appearances but very necessary for their survival.
Crowley stepped away from the doorframe refusing to have these thoughts.
He walked into the kitchen from where he was hearing muffled swears and could feel the strongest panic vibes emanating from.
Dean was preparing to look for Castiel by stuffing various weapons into his pockets. Crowley rolled his eyes (Did Dean really think he needed that many weapons to find one angel?).
"Next time, before you wake everyone up at such an indecent hour and start packing up for what appears to be a large game hunt, you might want to remember that angel's tend to visit one another when they're homesssick," Crowley hissed irritably pointing at Aziraphale's open door.
Dean looked up with a blank expression (Well, almost blank. It also housed a suspicious curiosity about the hissing.) on his face before rushing to the door of Aziraphale's room. He had a look of relief on his face when he walked back to the kitchen. Crowley was inspecting the demon blade he had left behind.
"Sorry," Dean said sheepishly, "Where'd Sam go?"
"Back to his bedroom I told him it was a false alarm. He seemed relieved but then got a really bitchy look on his face. I think he'd like to sleep some more, what time is it anyways?"
"7:30,"
"What sort of ungodly hour is this?" Crowley asked face scrunched up in disgust.
"I wanted to wake up Castiel and teach him to be human," Dean explained and his cheeks flushed. Suddenly his idea seemed on the verge of girly and emotional.
"I've been giving them lessons," Crowley said testing the blades sharpness by poking himself with it on his index finger. He held back a hiss of pain as a drop of blood came out.
"I thought you weren't human?" Dean asked wondering for the first time since last night who (by which he meant what) exactly Sam had let into the bunker.
"Trust me, you don't spend six millennia with humans without learning a thing or two," Crowley said carefully replacing the blade and sucking on this finger before looking back up at Dean, "Although, Zirah seems to have managed it."
He could sense the man's suspicion and he didn't relish the thought of revealing he was a demon to a man who owned a demon blade (that looked suspiciously like the one a certain demon by the name of Ruby carried around).
"They've got the basics down," Crowley continued.
Dean's heart lurched a little at the thought of not having been there for any of it. He guessed it was what parents felt when they'd missed their kids take their first steps or something sentimental like that. He looked over at the demon and realized he was going to have a chic flic moment and nothing could stop it. It was too damn early in the morning, it was messing with his brain.
"Thank you," Dean smiled "For everything, but especially for bringing Cas back," he hoped his strained smile showed just how uncomfortable he was saying all this and that (the angel?) Anthony (he was pretty sure that's what Sam had called him) would take a hint.
"Yeah, yeah, show me your car and we'll be even," Crowley said shrugging off the thanks. It was obvious Crowley was not used to it nor did he enjoy it. If Dean hadn't known better he might've even said that Crowley looked like he was being burned by the gesture.
Dean smiled in relief. Thank God Anthony (Who Dean realized probably wasn't an Angel since who the hell has heard of The Angel of the Lord Anthony J. Crowley?) didn't like these moments either or Dean may have gouged his own eyes out.
"You like cars?" Dean asked giving Anthony a cheeky grin heading for the door before grabbing his keys on the way out.
"What? Is the Bentley invisible or something?" Crowley joked snapping his own keys into existence.
A lot could be told from a keychain.
Dean's was heavy. It had key ring upon key ring upon key ring, it jingled loudly whenever he tossed it to Sam and it was only by the miracles of God that it did not bruise Sam every time he manages to catch it. All the keys were important. They were for each place they'd called home over the years. Dean even had a spare key from the house that burned down, although he never told Sam because it'd probably initiate a heart-to-heart moment he'd rather not have. He also had a key that opened a box that held another key that opened a separate box in which he stored all the pictures of all the people he'd ever loved. Not that anyone would ever know about it.
Now Crowley's on the other hand was relatively Spartan in comparison. It was a simple silver circular key ring, a car key for the Bentley, and a single charm that he'd rather not let anyone see or know about. It was a golden feather given to him by someone a long time ago, back when people were only beginning to create crude little artifacts. The feather was surprisingly well-made, you didn't need to squint too hard to realize it was a feather. In fact, if Crowley ever wanted to he could probably donate it to a museum for display. But he didn't want to. Aziraphale asked about it one time but Crowley changed the subject. It barely tinkled if it was tossed to someone. Besides, it made it easier to snap into existence if it was lighter.
While Crowley would rather forget the people of his past he couldn't escape them. While Dean could escape them, he would rather not forget the people of his past.
Dean at first thought it'd be one of the newer model Bentleys and he expected for Anthony to be completely car illiterate (Crowley just struck Dean as that kind of guy). They stepped outside and Dean's eyes widened and his eyebrows quirked up, there before him was a beautiful black Bentley looking like she was from around the 1920's or so.
"Shut your mouth, you'll catch flies that way," Crowley smirked. He was used to people going crazy for his car. Especially people who knew cars and Dean was emitting some pretty powerful vibes of lust at the Bentley. Dean walked up to the car and looked in; he could almost smell the leather.
"Care to look under the hood?" Crowley asked. With a snap of his fingers the hood popped open and Crowley and Dean went over to have a look.
Sam walked out to inform the guys Aziraphale was making pancakes. He looked around for them but could not see them.
"Alright, I've shown you mine," he heard a voice coming from somewhere near the Bentley, "Show me yours."
Sam promptly turned on his heel and walked right back inside. Dean and Anthony could figure out it was time for breakfast on their own.
Dean got up from where he was squatted checking out the rims on the Bentley's wheels next to Crowley. He motioned for Crowley to follow him. With a swift tug, the sheet covering the Impala slid off revealing the car underneath. Crowley gave an appreciative whistle.
"It's a '67 right?" Crowley asked sneaking a peek inside.
'It looks bigger on the inside,' he thought with a small smile.
Dean nodded and popped the hood.
They poured over the engine for a few more minutes and exchanged their craziest car stories.
"You're a man after my own heart Dean," said Crowley wiping away a mirthful tear as Dean doubled over in laughter.
Which was actually truer than either of them realized seeing as they both hid feelings for former angels.
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