Hello my darlings. I would like to thank tardis-impala-221b-merlinfor the lovely review. I would also like to thank those of you who have followed and favoured since my last update.
So I know this is a short one, but we are almost there. Almost at the point where we find out just what went wrong. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
"Oh Castiel, how maudlin. Could you please just get to the bit I'm interested it? I find all this insight into your relationship with Dean most disturbing." Crowley said with a sigh at the man next to him. He knew what he was doing, he was trying to put off telling that which he wanted to know. That and no doubt trying to set up his excuses for why he had done what he had. Oh Castiel, when will you ever learn? There is no excuse for betrayal.
"Yeah well, deal with it. You wanted the story, I'm giving it to you." Castiel sneered back at him as he reached once more for his glass, though is hand was unsteady and he was finding it hard to focus enough to pick the damn thing up. That was good. If he was seeing two glasses then that meant he was well on his way to forgetting everything. Yeah that was what he wanted. To forget it all. To pass out and hopefully never wake up to the shit storm he had created out of his perfect life.
"And I'm giving you whiskey. Come on." Crowley replied with a roll of his eyes as he picked up the glass and placed it carefully into Castiel's hand. He knew he shouldn't, the guy had had enough. But he needed him to talk, and it didn't really matter if he passed out once they were done. Hmm, they really needed to move on with this tale though if Castiel was not going to pass out before he had even finished telling it. There was no way Crowley could sit through this situation again another night. Once was more than enough for him.
"You're a… assbutt you know that?" Castiel slurred up at him, though he did bring his glass to his mouth, with great care, trying to make sure he didn't miss and throw the whiskey over his face. That wouldn't be a good look after all.
"That the best you have?" Crowley asked with a chuckle at Castiel's choice of words. Because assbutt? Really? That wasn't even a word for crying out loud.
"Don't test me." Castiel growled and narrowed his eyes at his drinking companion. Though the effect was rather ruined by his elbow slipping off the bar and the only reason he didn't end up face first on the floor was because Crowley caught him and steadied him.
"What can you do to me Castiel? I am here to help you. Don't make me regret that decision." Crowley responded once Castiel was once more stable with the bar under his arms holding him up. Though there was a sense of threat in his tone. A sense Castiel choose to ignore. There was nothing Crowley could do to him now that he hadn't already done. So what the hell, bring it on!
"Yeah well, I never asked for your help." Castiel mumbled belligerently. He really didn't understand what this assbutt was doing with him. It wasn't like he could change what had happened was it? No doubt he was there to take joy in his pain and suffering, yeah that would be just like Crowley.
"No. but I am sure I am the only one in our field who is willing to offer it. So let's drop the attitude shall we?" Crowley replied sternly. He was getting to the end of his tether with all the crap Castiel was throwing at him. He was trying to do something good for once god damn it. Why was the other man making it so bloody hard?
"Fine you want the story? I'll give you the story Crowley. But I doubt you'll like it." Castiel responded with a smirk on his lips as if he knew something that Crowley didn't. Which in actual fact he did, it was why Crowley was there after all. To find out the truth and not just the scandalous stories he had been told.
"I'm sure I won't. If I would have I wouldn't be here trying to correct it. Now talk." Crowley said in a tired voice. He was so done with this, if only he could just walk away. But he couldn't, because this wasn't just about Dean and Castiel, this was also his reputation and that of his company on the line, and that he could not have. That he had to correct and make right. And if that meant he had to sort out the love life of his once enemy in the courtroom, then so be it. Needs must and all that.
"Fine, let's go to three months ago shall we? When the end started…"
