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AngelWalker – Chapter 35– Sammy has indeed been caught! Intriguing is good, I can work with intriguing. Oh I'm sorry, I would have had it up earlier but the website was being a dick, I wrote it up and the 'save' button wasn't responding to anything but I think I have found a way around it until they fix it so I should be updating regularly again. And good luck! Got my fingers crossed for you! I can't wait until the special, so excited to see what all the setlock pictures are about. I hate setlock because I think it spoils it for us but my blacklistings on tumblr aren't working so I have been privy to them and I am intrigued and hopeful. I can't even think about series 4 yet because I might die. I honestly think, do whatever you like in fanfiction and fanart and even hope for it in canon all you like but the asking the actors about it and talking about fanfiction/art to them needs to stop. I think fans need to remember that there should be a fence between canon and our fiction and art. They are two different roads that may look similar but are completely different and should stay that way. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't hate them becoming canon but I cringe when I see interviews and cons where they are mentioned. I feel like I have to apologise to the actors on behalf of the rest of the fans – it must get very tiresome. I love the fiction and art though, I'm not even a Destiel shipper and I write it. I think it's incredible, the level or creativeness on these websites is insane and I am now immersed in talents I would never have known otherwise. I'm not a very sociable person in real life (mostly because people are arseholes) and most of the people I interact with on a daily basis are on or because of these fandoms and their outlets. But the fourth wall needs to stay up. In contrast though, I am a little more forgiving of it in the SPN fandom because they broke the wall first, they acknowledge the fandoms and ships so they can expect a little more interaction from it. But the death threats… What the hell is that?! That is beyond embarrassing, it's disgusting. I just went off on a very serious tangent, sorry about that. You are very welcome, thank you for your amazing review!
MrsMusicAddict – Chapter 35 – Hello again, my dear! I haven't been one for watching the Oscars to be honest with you, I always miss this kind of stuff. I prefer when I can fast forward through embarrassing bits haha! Although, while reading your review I had the BAFTAs on pause. They were on weeks ago but I had just gotten around to watching them (I didn't get all the way to the end) I'm just not one for watching live TV anymore. I used to be glued to it, now it has to be damn special for me to watch it as it airs. Even John Barrowman, he does a radio show on Magic fm every Sunday 6-8pm (GMT) and I prefer to listen to it on Monday during the day so I can pause it and stuff as I'm writing but I tried to listen to it today and it's listed as 22nd feb but it's last week's show which is so annoying. I tweeted the station about it to no avail so I may have to start listening to that live in fear of missing out. Oh don't even get me started on sleep, one thing you need to know about me is that I hate sleeping. HATE IT WITH A PASSION. I'm weird, I know. The less sleep I can get the happier I am, which is very frustrating right now because I have a heart condition that is currently in need of treatment so I sleep a lot due to that. Recently the guy in the chip shop has been poking fun at me for getting up late and I feel like ranting at him like "Yes, I got up at 12noon today but I went to bed at 8am, I have depression and a heart condition so back off, it's not my fault that you have three kids that you have to get up to a 7 am 7 days a week but I'm sure if you could sleep in you would so beat it." But instead I just smile and say "Yeah, I'm just lazy" because I cba with it, haha. My point was that yesterday I woke up and my depression was in full swing so I didn't move from my bed until 7pm then I didn't sleep until 8am then I woke up randomly at 12 so I bounded up thinking "score, only 4 hours sleep, I'm getting up." And I'm still up now. I love it haha! But I went through 1 year at school and 4 years at college with sorta self-inflicted insomnia because of how much I hate sleep so 4 hours is a damn treat haha! Hence the caffeine. You must be absolutely shattered though! I remember I used to stay up to watch… *looks up to the side trying to remember*… I can't remember now what award show it was but now obv we get everything on catch up so I don't have the urgency for it anymore haha.
Sorry, it must be a British thing. If you say something and fear you've jinxed it you say "touch-wood" or (the less common) "knock on wood" and you knock or touch wood. It's kind of like "But I haven't crashed the car since I got it, touch-wood." If that makes sense. It's funny because my mum says "if you can't find wood hit your head because there's no better wood than your head." I have no idea if other people do this or if my mum is just weird but anyway yeah, touch-wood haha. I feel like a weirdo now, suddenly wondering if other people actually do this or if it's just me. But I vaguely remember John Barrowman saying it in his autobiography "Anything Goes" so it could be that it's just a Scottish thing, I don't know. Oh tell me about it! I remember everything useless and nothing of importance, it's not even general knowledge it's like Ross from Fiends birthday (or one of them), the address of K-Mart in Rainman, Garth Brooks and Jim Carrey's birthday, Johnny Depp's favorite book, everything that ever happened to Kenneth Williams, the words to Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats, almost word for word the first Garth Brooks DVD, large chunks of friends episodes, words to songs for like 1996, passwords from high school, every ex-boyfriend I have had – their birthdays (when I've know them), random things about people I don't even remember being told, people I don't even know. Conversations I had ten years ago. But at this moment in time I have a hook by my door that has a 'don't forget' sign on it and my keys because I used to lose them so much I would have breakdowns that ended with my sitting on my floor, fully dressed and ready to go out, sobbing because in the space of 30 minutes I lost them 5 times. This happened on a daily basis. But I can tell you that Stephen Fry has never participated in anal sex and Joey owed Chandler a total of £74,000 in FRIENDS. As well as the fact that Dolphins use blow fish to get high and obert De Niro came up with "Are you talking to me?" line in 'Taxi Driver'. I'm a little mental. Oh I make jokes too, you have to laugh or you'll cry, but I hate it too. It's like I can feel, I can mentally find the bit of my brain – imagine all of your brain is lit up like when you see the activity on a screen – I can find the bits that aren't lit up, the damaged bits that don't work, that should work, but don't because of what happened. I can mentally find them and my mind just goes blank when I meet them. I try to remember that it could be worse. I don't remember a time when I wasn't like this so I guess I don't have the burden of knowing what I was like before. And at least I remember as much as I do. I have had once though, I was walking along the street and everything just went. I stopped where I was, I couldn't remember where I was going, then when I tried to remember I couldn't even remember who I was or where I was. It went on for a good five minutes, I was freaking out in the street trying not to draw attention to myself, sitting in a doorway acting as if I had something in my shoe and trying not to cry. And then it came back, rushing at me like when a website shows nothing for ages and then suddenly loads. That was scary.
Oh jesus, okay. I am going to cross all my fingers and toes, hold on… jhfrhrhrigkgh. Wait, I'll write this and then do it because I can't type that way. I have my legs crossed just now though, for back up. Let me know what happens! I don't know what your timezone is but message me on tumblr and let me know! I'm sure if you get it it'll be all over tumblr anyway but MESSAGE ME DAMMIT. You know… If you want. Oh good, as long as you didn't think "oh my god wtf is this shit?!" It's about when Sherlock comes back and Mary comes into it and there's a hen party (which Mycroft crashes btw, and dances!) and a stag party which involves Greg too BECAUSE WHEY WASN'T HE AT THE CANON ONE MY GOD! I don't think the third one was very good tbh, it was just a little side project for me, exploring the talk they would have had to have after Sherlock came back. I needed a little break from what I was writing at the time, so I could come back to it with fresh eyes. But tbh I don't really think anything I write is very good. I made the mistake of kind of liking something I wrote ages ago and my mate was like "Someone loves their work too much" and I've not let myself like anything since. I'm easily affected by people. I still get nervous about spelling mistakes because a guy embarrassed me during a 4th year (in high school) presentation and everyone laughed. I have problems.
I honestly thought up that on the spot and now I need it as an extra, I really do! I know, can you imagine. Everyone like "Whoa whoa, guys!" They pull back and everyone's like "What are you doing?" They're like "It's in the script?" And Jared grabs his like "No it's not?" And it's not in anyone else's scripts. And possibly could have replaced their ones too, so it wasn't there either and they're just like "What the…" And everyone just stares at them until it gets really awkward while they argue that it was in there. It needs to stay that way, it really does, any other relationships would screw it up, I love that they didn't really explore Dean and Lisa more than the interactions that lead to Dean hunting again because that's what it's about.
Yes you can! I read Johnlock, I read and write Destiel and I don't even ship them. You can enjoy whatever you want, screw the idiots that tell you otherwise. Screw them. I've even ventured into Wincest and Sabriel recently and enjoyed them. I honestly don't see how it can become canon and make sense. I would buy Destiel before I would buy Johnlock because there's a deep profound bond there and it's of a different nature than Johnlock. I can't explin it fully but if I had to pick one to make canon I think Destiel, but I'd still be confused as hell haha.
You could be right but either way I feel sorry for Dean because I think he might not actually want to know because this way Ben is out of danger, if he's Dean's then he has a target on his back and he pretty much has to be a hunter or learnt to survive being hunted.
I do that a lot, watch TV on mute with subtitles on and music on my iPod. No idea why, I usually can't do one thing at a time. It's weird but my concentration works out better if I have one or two things going on at the same time. I play the xbox with music too, I just can't do one thing. Lately I've been forcing myself to when I've been editing my writing before posting because I keep screwing up my spelling and I get anxious about it, any time I spot a mistake I expect like a hoard of reviews pointing it out and laughing at me haha. *whispers* I'm screwed up.
EXACTLY. AND NOT JUST ONE. NOT JUST ONE. Seriously, go on like IMDb and look it up and just look at the cast & crew. It screws with me. I can't take it seriously. If they had just BASED the story on that of Sherlock I honestly would be watching it religiously but no. And the whole point of the name John Watson is that John means something along the line of leader and Watson means something along the lines of 'powerful warrior'. I can't remember where I read it but his name was picked to reflect him – leader of an army. From what I can gather Joan means "God is gracious" so it doesn't fit. Sherlock Holmes means "fair-haired" and (I think) "island surrounded by water" something like that anyway but her name doesn't fir who Watson is meant to be. Even in House his best friend, who is based on John, is James Wilson, both of those names are synonyms (or the name equivalent) of John Watson, so the meaning carried over. But it's just too much of a leap for me to watch it.
Sorry, I usually can deduce what's going on but I am on the outside. If I ever get to Canada as I plan I will make sure to get to a con, I understand they hold some in Vancouver or is it just me making things up again? But that probably will never happen and if it does it'll be in years to come. Unless I finally get published and somehow a bunch of people like it. So, yeah, it'll never happen. I think the cast should just come and see me. Just me. In Scotland, so I don't have to move far from my sofa. Oh dear, I shall hope for you. *closes eyes and concentrates… farts* Sorry! That always happens when I concentrate, it's why I don't do it often, I tend to- Oh look, a shiny! *runs away chasing light*
Mark P though, have you seen that gif of him dancing. DEM DEVIL HIPS. If I win the lottery, I will send you money for these cons and meet you there haha!
I'm kinda worried now that I'm going to screw this up and disappoint you. *has panic attack*
Okay I really want to do that, start at the bottom. I tried that with Jim Carrey but then I had exams and I had to concentrate. Although, I had like 2 weeks revision time and I spend 5 days writing a book so… I not good at concentrating. A first draft in 5 days isn't a bad effort though. And I got a B so…
OMG JIBCON I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THIS. I watched a video when I was looking for music to listen to while I wrote because I thought to myself by this point "If I hear AC/DC one more time I'm going to scream" I try to listen to stuff that sets the mood for it. For example, when I was writing "Down at the Pier" all I listened to, start to finish, was "Travelling Soldier" by Ty England. (It was made famous by The Dixie Chicks but I prefer my man Ty's version) because it inspired the fic so I kept listening to it to keep me right. So when I was writing, I think it was Being Human, I thought I need something in keeping with SPN but I can't listen to AC/DC anymore so I youtubed a bunch of stuff and came across a video of Jensen singing at a Jus In Bello con and he was singing "The Weight" by The Band and I swear, I died. I love that song now, if you haven't heard it I suggest listening to it. If you've seen the episode of Season 10 with Jody at the police conference it plays as the boys drive up to meet her in Metallicar. It starts "Pulled into Nazarus, feeling 'bout half past dead…" I heard it and almost died I was like THAT'S JENSEN'S SONG WHAT THE HELL. While I'm on it, have you heard of Jackson Boyd? He's a viner and he's on tumblr and youtube. He does brilliant vines of Dean and Cas, the voices are perfect. He's getting there with Sam and Crowley too. BUT MY POINT IS he wrote a song about Supernatural and it's on youtube, it's called "Tired Sun" and it's awesome. I listen to it all the time.
*walks away cackling evily*
HAHA I SWEAR THAT'S WHAT I WAS THINKING. DEAN YOU DUMBASS HE LOOKS AT YOU LIKE THAT TOO YOU DORK. Haha! We are so alike, it's funny. By the way *looks around shifty* … I smuggled in pie… *offers you some* go nuts. Your reward for being awesome. That comment has always bothered me, I was watching it and narrowed my eyes like Cas like "I don't understand that reference… Tell me." BUT THEY DIDN'T AND THAT'S HOW THEY GET US. REELED ME IN A FUCKER.
By the way, I don't mean to offend you when I swear, I'm Scottish, I swear all the time. I don't even really use swear words when I'm swearing, they've become nouns and verbs and the rest. I mean no offence but I have tried to stop it. When I did a six months course as a primary school classroom assistant tested that ability beyond belief and I still had to turn my back and mouth 'shit' to myself a lot. Again, I apologise. BUT I AINT NEVER GONNA STOP *throws paper in the air and runs around swearing hoping you don't hate me for it*
I like the idea but I'm a little worried people will react like the end of HIMYM like "YOU RUINED IT!"
Okay I have to put that in a fic now haha! I'm sorry, I'm killing you with Destiel. *picks up BANDTSHIRT!Cas and throws him at you*
Oh but that's what makes it better because they suck at it but they're trying. Dean is the king of distancing himself from people and Cas has no idea what is appropriate but they still try. They stumbled and trip over but they get there eventually. If I can be permitted to say I like this bit of the fic without sounding full of myself, I do. Because Cas could say it all to Dean and he would still not be able to handle it but Cas doesn't just say it and he doesn't prove it either. Cas makes it o Dean proves it to himself. And I love it. Dean demands exactly what he's trying to push away. Aw shucks *hides face* thank you! *hides face in pillow*
I'm sorry to keep you from work! You should work, you should definitely work. *dangles new chapter* What? *hides it* I didn't do anything.
YOU SHOULD BE PROUD BECAUSE I HAD NO SPECIFIC DIRECTION FOR THIS SO YOUR VISION IS BETTER THAN MINE. *narrows eyes* Are you possessing me and making me write it this way? It would explain Sam and Crowley…
I honestly don't know if that's the ship name but it kinda works.
NO ITS NOT OBVIOUS *vibrates*
I love that I am three and half thousand words into my reply and you've not even started the chapter yet.
Yeah, I love how Crowley just turns from a mumbling mess to GET SAM OR YOU'LL NEVER SEE HER AGAIN. I know! I wasn't sure if it would fit but there is no way that Dean would be so accommodating of Sam and Crowley so I had to dangle the idea of "maybe this isn't so bad" in front of Sam then take it away. Poor boy.
Yes Dean, rude! Rude boy. But these two are so useless at communication that sex would never have been brought up in a normal healthy way – it was either one overhearing or it being brought up in the heat of the moment (pauses to sing some Asia) and then have Dean freak out later and I did that in Being Human so I wanted to try this way. I wasn't sure which way around to put that sentence – "my boundaries are his boundaries" or "his boundaries are my boundaries" and on reflection I'm still not sure if I should have put the second one? But I thought the first one sounded more "Dean's in charge of how far we go here" because of what Cas said before about "whatever you want you can have". I'm not sure, what do you think because I can swap it?
-Do you work with your dad? Don't get in trouble ahah!-
I love Kevin as an antagonist here because Crowley had his unfinished exorcism and then this stuff with Sam, Sam has been almost forgetting just who he is getting involved with and the things the man's done. Kevin is a reminder – for both of them.
Yes, Dean and Cas definitely need to work out this desire business. Definitely. And they shall. Patience Young Skywalker. *Eleven's voice PATIENCE IS FOR WIMPS!* I wanted Crowley to be casually drawing on the floor and I thought, it might look like a sigil but then the idea for Gaelic came into my head, I don't actually know if they would have spoken it back then, I just assumed because, well it's Scotland, right? I'm just assuming it's pre-English rule. Anyway, it's done. Yup, I had to Sam pretty much give the man the shirt from his back – he did it without thinking. To him it's just a bit of fabric to use but psychologically, could it be deeper, you see?
That kiss though, was it okay? I like the idea of Sam's arms going under Crowley's and pulling him up towards him – it's quite intimate. Trust Dean to ruin it, indeed. Sorry, I have a bad habit of ending things on cliffs, I hate myself, I really do. *fails to suppress grin*
*also takes deep breath* Hopefully it won't be long!
Sam was frozen to the spot.
"I said, what the fuck?" Dean stated, angry.
"Now Squirrel-" Crowley began.
"Shut up!" Dean moved towards him and put his elbow into Sam's chest, pushing him away. Sam went, for no other reason than he didn't know how to work his body yet. "What have you done?" Dean pointed his gun at Crowley's face.
Sam watched as Crowley's eyes focused on the barrel on the gun pointed in between his eyes and he caught up. "Dean-" He took the steps back towards them.
"No." Dean turned to Sam, still pointing his gun at Crowley. "Just no, Sam. Tell me, tell me, this wasn't what you were talking about. Please, tell me?" Crowley's eyes moved to look at Sam who eyes fell to the floor. "Oh my god, Sam!" Dean turned his gun on his brother.
"Dean-" Crowley started, looking at the gun as Sam instinctively put his hands up slowly.
Dean spun to look at the demon, aiming his gun back at him too. "Shut up." He looked and aimed back to Sam. He was completely unsure of who to blame and who was the threat in this situation. "Shut up, both of you." He turned around, facing the wall. "I need to-just shut up for a second." He lowered his gun to the floor and faced the wall, rubbing his forehead with his free hand.
Sam and Crowley just looked at each other for a few minutes.
Eventually Dean pointed to Sam with his left hand but didn't move. "First of all, why don't you have a shirt on?"
Sam looked down, suddenly remembering and Crowley did too, leaning back to grab it from the table to hand him the crumpled fabric. "I-I," Sam took it and opened it in his hands, "thanks," Dean turned slightly at the gratitude and saw Sam hooking it over his head, "Kevin beat into-into him so I was cleaning it."
Dean stared at Sam, taking that in. Three different things came into his head at that moment - him stitching up Sam a few years ago when he got caught by a stray bullet when they were being chased by cops; Cas cleaning his own gun shot wound a while ago in the main room while Sam was busy down here - Dean idly wondered then if Sam had left him bleeding to come down here and do... that - and how much care Cas put into it; and him stitching up Cas' arm after Wyomming.
Dean glanced to Crowley and saw that his face was beaten slightly, he whipped his head back to the wall. And thought about all of that. He also thought of the time Sam reset his shoulder, saying he would count to three and snapping it on one instead so that he wouldn't expect it. It was a small gesture but it was a gesture all the same. Like when Cas brought him that cloth, or when Cas squeezed his hand after a nightmare and they lay back down to sleep again, Dean could feel his thumb rubbing over his skin.
He shook his head. This was different, this was never going to be like that. Never.
Dean put his hand out again to Sam. "Second. Why did Kevin tell me he wasn't in his chair?"
Sam's eyes widened and he looked to Crowley who's face showed nothing but realization and apology. "I-uh-"
Dean turned his head to look at Sam. "Don't even think about lying to me."
Then they heard two pairs of footsteps running down to the dungeon, Sam looked up taking a step away from Crowley, Crowley looked down at the movement then up to Sam's face but Dean still stared at Sam.
"Dean!" Cas' voice had a infliction to it, much like Dean's did when Sam was in danger. Cas and Kevin appeared at the door to the dungeon and Cas looked from Crowley to Sam then to Dean. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Cas." Dean was staring at Sam. "Kevin, go upstairs."
"Why?" Kevin asked.
"Go upstairs and help Charlie, dammit!" Dean shouted.
Cas turned his head to Kevin and nodded softly, the prophet slowly backed up and walked out of the dungeon. Dean suddenly stormed from where he had been stood and followed the prophet. He slammed the door over while Cas looked between Sam and Crowley.
Dean walked back and pulled the shelf over, Cas instinctively stepping further inside the dungeon to allow him. Then Dean turned around on the spot and he and Sam stared at each other. "You haven't answered me."
"Dean, what is going on?" Cas asked, looking from Sam's guilty face to Dean's fury. Then he looked at Crowley. "Did you-" He looked to Dean again. "Did you do that?"
Dean shook his head. "No, but thanks for assuming that, Cas." He still wasn't looking at Castiel.
"I didn't assume anything." Cas corrected with a little irritation in his voice, enough that it made Dean look at him. "I asked because you are angry enough to kill right now and he has been hit a few times at least. That's why I asked."
Dean looked back to Sam. "Sorry." Crowley's eyebrows raised as he watched Cas nod slightly, his acceptance of the apology. "I'm angry because Kevin comes down here, he's the one that took a few swipes at our guest here and I catch him out on the lie." Dean took a step forward, to stand beside Cas, arms crossed and nostrils still flaring. "But then he tells me that this asshat wasn't chained up like he's supposed to be so, naturally I freak out, I come down here, gun drawn and what do I see?" Sam finally looked away from Dean's gaze as Crowley looked to the hunter. "I find this one," he uncrossed his arms and gestured to Sam with his gun, "shirtless and pushing this one," he gestured to Crowley, tilting his head to the right a little as he was directing his speech to Cas, "against the table while snogging his face off."
Cas' head bobbed as he looked over the two, expecting some denial. "Wha-" Cas' mouth stayed in a circle as his words stopped.
"Oh yeah," Dean nodded angrily and gestured to the spots on Sam's shirt, "and he's been cleaning his cuts." He pursed his lips together in mocking. "So sweet."
"How?" Castiel asked and Dean turned his head. "How did you clean his wounds?" Dean's brow dipped a little, looking to Cas. "You can't clean them, not like that," he pointed to Crowley's face which shined a little from the scotch, "with just fabric."
Dean looked back to Sam. "What am I missing, Sam?"
Sam inhaled and closed his eyes as he shook his head a little.
"Look-" Crowley stood up from the table and turned around.
"No one asked you!" Dean shouted, taking a step forward.
"Dean." Cas put his left hand out to Dean's shoulder.
"Cas, he-" Dean looked back to Cas.
"He may be able to say what Sam seems to be incapable of right now." Dean looked to the corner then at Sam and when he looked to the side and lowered his arm Cas nodded to Crowley.
"Look, I haven't done anything-" Crowley put his hands up when Dean aimed his gun at him again.
"Liar!" Dean snarled.
"I haven't!" Crowley shouted back.
"Dean, come on-" Cas took a step towards him.
"Bullcrap!" Dean took a step to his right as if to round the table and Cas sensed it was all about to kick off, he stepped behind Dean and wrapped his arms around Dean's torso and held him back as he tried to go for Crowley. "I know you've done something!"
Everything Crowley said Dean came back with something along the lines of "Bullcrap!"
After a few minutes Sam had ran his hands through his hair and burled around. "Shut up!"
Everything went quiet. Cas narrowed his eyes when he noticed that Crowley stopped shouting first, looked to Sam and lowered his head, taking a step back from Dean whereas Dean only stopped shouting when there was nothing to shout back and Cas still had to hold him back. Eventually Dean stilled and looked to Sam, Cas' hands loosening around him but not letting go for fear that he would lunge again.
Sam's hands trembled as he stepped forward and put his right hand to Crowley's chest and pushed lightly. Crowley stepped back and let Sam take his space, Sam turned on the spot and looked to Cas who slowly let Dean go and took a step backwards.
Dean tried to level his breathing as he looked at Sam.
"Dean," Sam started, "I started coming down here for, I don't know someone to talk to, and to pass the time-"
"You could have talked to me." Dean growled looking to Crowley.
Sam scoffed and it brought Dean's attention back to him. "What so, you get to have Cas and I get no one but you? Is that how it goes?" Sam waved his arms in the air horizontally. "Let's forget what you two have right now, let's talk about before. If you even just needed someone, Cas was there right away. Hell, sometimes you didn't even need to ask for him, he was just there. Even when you sleep."
Crowley raised an eyebrow. "Bit rapey." Dean and Cas' eyes moved to his and for once Cas looked angry at the words. Sam turned but not even all the way. "Sorry." He mumbled and looked to the side.
The others' face showed surprise at that.
Sam turned back and spoke again. "At first I was coming down here because we both needed someone to talk to, and then after a while-" He stopped and exhaled. "I started bringing-" He shook his head. "We would play cards and have a drink of scotch together-"
"What?!" Dean took a step forward and Cas did too. "Sam, this isn't a men's club." He gestured around. "In case you haven't noticed this is a dungeon designed specifically to keep demons in." He pointed to Crowley. "And he is a demon."
Sam nodded. "Yes, yes he is. And what was Anna?" Dean's head moved just a little to the side and Cas looked down completely. "And-I'm sorry-" he looked at Cas as he apologized, "but what was he?" He looked to Dean briefly and then looked back to Cas. "I'm sorry Cas, I love you like a brother but you weren't always human." Cas nodded slightly, he could hardly argue.
"That's different!" Dean shouted at Sam.
"How?" Sam shouted back. "How was Anna different?"
"She was an angel!" He pointed back to Cas. "He was an angel but he's not now and screw you, he's Cas!" He pointed to Crowley. "You know him, he's the King of Hell!"
Sam nodded. "Yes, I do know him." He looked to Cas. "And you do too, don't you?"
"What is that supposed to mean?" Dean deflected.
"They had a deal." Dean groaned and looked to the side with a bitter laugh. "Well they did, it's the only reason I'm not still in the cage."
"Crowley and I worked together." Cas confirmed.
"Cas, don't even rise to it." Dean turned his top half to face Cas a little and waved his hand. "It's a cheap shot."
"No, it's not." Sam said to Dean then looked to Cas. "It's really not." Then he looked to Dean again. "What I'm trying to say is - Cas has done some things and yet you would stand here and defend him to the ends of the earth, wouldn't you?"
Dean nodded. "Damn right, I would." Cas' eyes moved to Dean. "But he," he pointed to Crowley, "is nowhere near on the same level as Cas and don't you dare," he pointed aggressively at Sam, "try to say he is. Don't you dare, Sammy."
Sam and Dean stared at each other again.
"It fits." Sam said and Dean's hand fell as his face reflected his shock.
Dean paused. "What did you just say?"
"I said it fits, Dean." Sam shrugged. "You said it yourself; it doesn't have to make sense, it just has to fit."
Dean swallowed and watched as Sam looked back to Crowley who's mouth twitch a little in a smile before he decided it was probably best not to in front of Dean and he just looked down as Sam turned his attention back to his brother.
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Charlie was in the main room with something in her hand. When Kevin reappeared she brandished it like a sword and Kevin jumped. She sighed and looked up as she lowered it. "Thank Oakenshield." She sighed.
"Is that an axe?" Kevin looked at her with a seriously worried expression.
She nodded and put it back on the table. "I found it," she gestured behind her, "back there. What happened?"
Kevin shrugged. "No idea, when me and Cas got there Crowley, Sam and Dean were standing staring at each other. Dean was really angry."
"That's kind of his move." Charlie said. "But why this time?"
Kevin shrugged. "No idea, he told me to get out."
Charlie's brow knitted together. "That's weird."
Kevin sighed. "Not for me. I've to help you with the computer." He walked to the doorway and Charlie hesitated then followed him.
"So what's with the clenching." Charlie looked at Kevin as they walked to the terminal room.
Kevin sighed. "He said my mom is alive but Dean said he'd say anything to get what he wanted."
"What did he want?"
Kevin's brow dipped in confusion. "To see Sam." Charlie's expression mimicked his. "I know."
"That's weirder." She added and they walked into the room.
"Yeah." Kevin leaned on the main terminal as Charlie started flicking random switches. "Are you back-dooring?"
"Yeah," she nodded, "I've also got three brute force attacks going, when we left and our boys used the key to get back in they reset the systems to I have to hack the passwords and protocols again. It's taking longer than usual."
"What about keystroke." Charlie paused and looked around to him. "When Dean and Sam use the key it hooks into the system, it's as good as typing?"
She grunted loud and moved to the computer. "You are a genius!" He smiled and she grabbed his right hand, pulling it towards the keyboard before letting go and continuing typing. "Help me."
Kevin laughed and stood behind Charlie to help her type quicker. "Hey," she nodded, "do you think he was lying?"
Her expression changed to worry. "I don't know." She shook her head. "But we'll find out, even if I have to hack his brain."
Kevin laughed and moved his left hand under hers to type with that too. She lifted her arms and bent her wrists to allow him space and kept typing.
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"I'm not-I'm not having this." Dean whispered and then looked at the floor. "Out."
Cas looked to him. "Dean-"
"Cas," Dean said it tight as he looked to his partner, trying his hardest not to scream at Cas, it wasn't Cas he was angry at and he was damned sure not going to take it out on him, "I need you to take Sam and leave."
"No." Sam put his hands out.
"Sam-" Dean warned, not looking at him.
"I'm not a kid anymore, Dean." Dean finally looked to Sam. "You can't pull some 'big brother looking out for me' bull, I am an adult and I can make my own decisions."
"Sam, this isn't a 'you better not break my brother's heart' situation. This is real life!" He shouted and took a step towards Sam, pointed his left hand at Crowley. "He is a demon, this is 'you better not be using some kind of mojo to seduce my brother to get out of here' shit!"
Sam nodded and then stood into Dean's space. "Watch." He walked passed Dean and Cas, pushed the shelf open and grabbed chalk from the shelf.
"Don't." Dean pointed to him.
Sam walked to Crowley and looked at him before bending his knees and kneeling on the floor in front of him, looking up until he got to the floor. Crowley kept his eyeline until Sam broke it. He drew a line over a part of the trap and then looked up before he slowly stood. They stared at each other for a few seconds.
"He's still got the cuffs on, genius." Dean growled, looking to the wall. Not exactly happy about watching his brother eye-fuck a demon in front of him.
Sam reached into his back pocket and took the key out. He threw it up in his hand just a tiny bit, looked to Dean and Cas before reaching for Crowley's cuffs.
"Sam, don't you dare!" Dean pointed and Sam paused, looking at Dean. "He told Kevin his mother is still alive! He'll say anything to get a reaction."
Sam looked up to the demon.
"She's alive." Crowley nodded. "I will take him to her, or bring her to him."
Sam looked to Cas and Cas knew that look. It was 'I have to take this chance, Dean won't understand but maybe you will'. Cas wasn't sure he did.
He looked down and unlocked the cuffs before looking at them as they slipped from Crowley's wrist. Sam let his hair fall forward, it didn't hide the black shoes on the floor so he took a step backwards to make sure he couldn't see them disappear. He didn't want to look up, he was still worried about what he'd see.
Or not see.
"Sam." Cas' voice came through, rough and flat. Sam couldn't read it but he looked up anyway.