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AngelWalker – Chapter 36 – I'm sorry! I was writing it and I thought 'keep going or… no I'm gonna stop here muhahaha!' Hehe! Sorry! I have been trying to work on my Scottish AU and since the house keeps distracting me I have been going to the dreaded outside and leaving the computer at home until I come in, meaning I haven't had much time on it. Also, I'm on ao3 now so I've been adding the stories I have here to there and editing out the plot holes and British English spelling. Anyway, I am rambling. I hope your finals went well and you get the results you want. Yes, I totally know what you mean! Wow, my story is your 'now is my down-time' activity, that's awesome. That's exactly it, I think it spoils it. For me anyway, everyone else is welcome to do it if they please. I don't think you can say 'spoilers' without it being in River's voice anymore. It would be unnatural. Dean has his reasons though, the things Crowley has done to them. But Sam is an adult, as he says, and it might be a little weird but once Dean learns he can trust Crowley this time, or just trust that Sam can, then he will start to see that this is not really any of his business. Just as his and Cas' relationship isn't really any of Sam's. I have a sort of plan for these six and I don't think that Dean's approval actually matters to Crowley, but it might at some point, I don't want to give it away but stay tuned!

I'm sorry, I will try to update quicker. I don't want to run out of chapters and have my account sitting inactive though.

Catrimc - Chapter 36 - OMG really? I'll try not to disappoint. I think Dean forgets that the way Cas is there for him is completely different to the way that Cas would be there for Sam. Like Sam says, half the time Dean didn't need to ask and Cas was there - and he's talking about before they got together. That's what makes it worse, the way that Cas was there for Dean preceded the shift in their relationship. And Sam feels alone. Or felt. Dean even said it himself that he can't begrudge Sam a buddy, which is what they sort of had before with the scotch and the cards. And even though it's different now, all of that still applies. Dean can't go off on Sam for needing someone to talk to and he can't begrudge Sam exactly what Dean has - something that fits.

Aw thank you, that's so sweet of you to say. It still has a little to go yet. A lot of it hinging on Crowley so more of him. Now that the Destiel relationship has been established and settled I think the focus has to shift to these two. There will still be little Destiel moments and there's the whole 'sex' issue to tackle but the focus will shift here to these two. Still plenty Dean and Cas though, don't worry. And Kevin. And Charlie being awesome, as usual.

Onwards!

Sam looked up and let go of a breath he didn't realize he was holding when his demon was standing there.

Sam smiled a little when Crowley winked as he was rubbing his wrists, Sam did notice that his face was still bloodied and shiney from the alcohol.

"So," Crowley turned to Dean, "we really need to revise sleeping quarters."

"Proves nothing." Dean shrugged. "So you haven't run, so what? You knew that I expected you to, all you've proved is that you wanted to prove me wrong."

Sam sighed, shoving the handcuffs in his back pocket, and Crowley cracked his neck. "Funnily enough Squirrel, what you think never entered my mind." He looked at the walls. "Moose," Sam raised his eyebrows, "mind if I take a walk?" Cas narrowed his eyes at the demon whose eyes lowered to Sam's. "Move it on farther down the line?" He smiled.

Sam looked to Dean briefly. "Sure." Dean shifted on his feet, trying to decide what to do and Cas looked to the side, at him.

Sam expected Crowley to just disappear but instead he looked to Dean as he walked to the door of the small dungeon and then stopped. "Aren't you coming?" He looked back to Sam.

Dean and Sam were currently in a staring match. A match of wills or stubbornness, who knows.

Sam nodded quickly. "Yeah." Then he walked forwards, moving his eyes to Crowley and when he stepped passed Dean, Dean's left hand shot out and took Sam's right arm. "Let go." Sam muttered, looking up from the floor to Dean.

When Dean didn't Sam whipped his arm away and followed Crowley out into the archives then up the stairs knowing that as soon as he stepped over the threshold to the dungeon area he had overstepped something else. But nothing would have been the same regardless of what Sam did now. And he wanted to go. When their footsteps could be heard on the stone Dean turned to look at their shadows disappear.

"Tell me I'm crazy." Dean looked sideways to Cas who turned to look at him. "Tell me this isn't happening."

Cas sighed. "I'm afraid I cannot do that without lying."

"Then lie to me, Cas!" Dean shouted and looked at the floor, his head hanging as he put his hands on his hips.

Cas reached out, putting his hands on Dean's shoulders then slowly edged them towards Dean's neck as the hunter tried not to cry. Cas was leaning back still, looking at Dean's face as he raised his head and looked to the side, biting his lip in an attempt to keep his emotions in check. "It'll be okay." Cas whispered and Dean shook his head abruptly. "It will."

Dean shook his head again and then brought his hands from his hips, around to Cas' back and up to his shoulder blades while he pushed his face into the front of his shirt, just at the base of his neck, and squeezed. "Lie to me." His voice was muffled and his tears had fell.

Cas squeezed his own arms around Dean's shoulders, his right hand coming up to run through Dean's hair and hold him firm to his chest. "I'm here." Cas said, almost out of habit and he kissed Dean's temple.

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Crowley stopped Sam at the top of the stairs. "Do you mind if I just-" He put his hand out and Sam paused for a second before he took it. Then they were outside the bunker and Sam gasped. "Sorry." Crowley let go of Sam's hand and stepped away to stretch.

Sam exhaled. "It's alright." He tucked his hands in his pants pockets. "It's Kevin, isn't it?" Crowley looked to Sam. "You didn't want to run into Kevin, that's why you zapped us outside?"

"Maybe I just wanted to see if I still could." Crowley smiled and cracked his back.

Sam scoffed. "Yeah, and I'm Jared Padaleski."

Crowley's brow crinkled ever so slightly. "What?"

Sam shook his head. "Doesn't matter." He looked down at the ground and his foot as he nudged a stone.

"Ask." Sam looked up to see Crowley staring at him expectantly. "Go on, a question for a question." He gestured between them.

Sam pursed his lips together. "Will you really take him to her?"

Crowley nodded. "Yes."

"Why?"

Crowley put his hand out and raised his index finger. "My question." Sam paused before he nodded. "Did you really think I would leave?"

Sam shrugged. "Honestly? I didn't know." Crowley looked to the ground. "I hoped not. But I could never be sure." He swallowed. "So why, why did you suddenly admit to her being alive and decide you'd take him to her?"

"That's technically two," Crowley smiled when Sam shrugged cheekily, "but I'll let you have it." He sighed and began pacing a little, lifting his head to look at Sam every now and then. "That exorcism, left something in me, or dug up something I buried a long time ago. I don't know. Either way I have this weird thing inside my head now, it's like a voice," Sam raised his eyebrows, "and it keeps reminding me that these kinds of things, the things I've done, they're not normal things to do. So, when Kevin appeared the little voice," he gestured to his head and raised his index finger as if flicking something, "pinged," he lowered his hand again, "and pointed out that this was something I could make up for, fix." Sam nodded as if to accept that. "And…" Crowley sighed, not knowing why he was admitting it, he could have just left it there and Sam would be happy with that.

"And?" Sam asked.

"And Kevin, I know Kevin, his pressure points, his weaknesses, I should do - I tortured the kid." He inhaled sharply. "And I was worried about what was going on with-with us, so knowing that his mom is one of those pressure points, the most powerful one in fact, I used it to try to get something from him."

Sam raised his head. "Me." Crowley stopped walking and looked to Sam. "When I walked in you were talking about not saying any more until you saw me." The demon nodded.

Sam narrowed his eyes. "My turn." Crowley said.

Sam took the steps forward right into Crowley's space. "Screw that. If his mom was the most powerful of his pressure points you could have used it to get out."

"What makes you think that?"

"You're a manipulative bastard, right?" Sam repeated his own words. "And yet," Sam laughed as he looked up and took a step backwards, "you didn't have to, did you?" Crowley's face showed confusion as Sam turned away, gesturing his arms wide and kept talking. "All you had to do was make it so I got you out, and if you could drive a wedge between me and Dean at the same time, then bonus."

Crowley's face hardened. "Is that what you really think?" Sam shrugged as he turned around again. "Screw you." Sam's face fell at the way Crowley said it. It wasn't spat or shouted. It was practically whispered. He held out his hands as if to be handcuffed. "Take me back." Sam looked down at his hands. "I said take me back!" He shouted. "If you really think this whole thing was just for the fun then take me back and don't bother coming down for a chinwag because I have plenty of cons to run, you are not one of them." He shook his arms in the air, eyes wide, and gestured his head to them.

Sam looked at them and back to Crowley's face.

"Well? Go on!" Crowley shouted, little bits of spit flying from his mouth in anger.

Sam strode forward and for a second Crowley's face fell, the idea of Sam actually going to cuff him and put him back in the dungeon not even on his radar but more the idea that Sam could think what Dean did. Dean was a suspicious bastard by nature and nurture – Sam was different.

But Sam didn't step forward to cuff the demon. He grabbed both sides of his face to kiss him and Crowley grunted as he responded. It was hard, aggressive and angry. And Crowley realized one thing – no handcuffs. His hands went straight up and under Sam's jaw, Sam lowered his own hands to Crowley waist as they slowly started to calm a little, teeth becoming less part of the show and tongues taking over. Crowley's hands kept going until his right was in Sam's hair and pulling him closer.

Sam felt a whoosh and before he could even open his eyes he felt something hard against his back. He pulled away from the kiss to look around at the outside of the bunker, which he was now pressed against and he really couldn't bring himself to say much as he felt lips of his neck and hands fumbling at his belt.

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"We can't tell them." Dean mumbled into Cas' shirt.

Cas pulled back. "Kevin and Charlie?"

Dean nodded and sniffed, wiping his nose with the back of his hand and then rubbing the watery residue on his jeans. "We can't. We can't let anyone know about this. Crowley's got demons after him with this whole Abaddon mess, and me and Sam have targets on our back as it is being hunters and then the mess with Heaven." Dean sighed and shook his head. "If he's really-" He gestured his right hand to the doorway. "If Sam really has-" He pursed his lips together and squeezed his eyes shut as his hand fell.

"If Sam really has feelings for Crowley." Cas said for him.

Dean flinched as if stung. "Then we just have to keep it between us until we figure it out."

Cas' eyes narrowed. "Figure what out?"

"Figure out how to fix it." Dean shook his head and looked at Cas as if it was the most obvious thing ever. "We can't let this go on."

"Why not?" Cas tilted his head as Dean grunted and turned away from him. "Dean, Sam has been involved with a demon before, and men." Cas nodded looking to the wall.

Dean froze and turned around. "What?"

Cas' eyes darted to Dean. "In university?" Dean's head moved from left to right as he just stared, unblinking. "I apologize, I thought you were aware."

Dean squeezed his eyes closed and shook his head. "Wait-wait. How do you know?"

Cas sighed. "Dean, when I pulled Sam from the cage-"

Dean cut him off. "If you say you pieced him back together I swear-" He cut himself off and looked to the side, new tears threatening to fall.

Cas closed the steps between them and grabbed Dean's face to look at him. "Look at me." Dean was trying to look anywhere but. "I said look at me, Dean." Dean heard that particular gravel that meant one thing. It wasn't a question. Dean's head stopped moving and his eyes moved to Cas'. His head went pliant in Cas' hands and Cas tilted it back up, straightening his own head. "I pulled Sam's physical being from the cage, I thought that would be enough because he did not separate from his soul, he did not die and his soul leave his being as your did. If I had pieced him back together as I had you he would not have come back without his soul." Dean swallowed. "You are the only person I have raised from perdition, your soul, run my existence over every inch and searched for any crack, any injury, and soldered back together. Using my grace, my very essence to repair. And then ease your shaken soul back into it's vessel and repaired that. You. Not Sam, not anyone, in my whole existence. You." Dean's hands came up to hold Cas' neck. "I promise."

Dean looked over Cas' face, his eyes still threatening to let go of his tears. "I know, I'm sorry."

Cas kissed him and Dean's forehead muscles moulded into painful relief. Then Cas pulled back, still holding Dean's face. "I was going to say that when I pulled Sam from the cage I had to heal his body, the descent into the box and what Lucifer unleashed had damage his vessel. I accessed his memories to see if he would survive the return. That is how I know." Dean nodded. "Okay?"

Dean nodded again. "Yeah, I'm sorry."

"That's okay." Cas touched his forehead to Dean's. "Jealousy is perfectly normal, you know?" Dean let out a little laugh and smiled as a result, which just made Cas smile. "It's also kinda nice." He whispered and Dean laughed again. "Dean," Cas bit his lip a little, nervously, "you won't like this but I think," he paused again, "I think Crowley has genuine feelings for Sam."

Dean made to pull away. "You right, I don't like it."

Cas held on tighter. "Please don't be mad at me." Dean stopped and let Cas run his hand back through Dean's hair. "I'm just-I'm just postulating that even though it feels like you're going mad and it doesn't make sense to you that-" Cas inhale and exhaled visibly. "Maybe it doesn't have to make sense to you, maybe it just has to make sense for him and Sam."

Dean swallowed and touched his forehead to Cas' again. "Why him?" He whispered. "Why the King of Hell?"

Cas kissed Dean again. "Why me?"

Dean closed his eyes and turning his head a little, in much the same way Sam did when his resolve with Ruby broke, that final push of strength before it broke. "Why me?" He said.

"Exactly." Cas muttered before he kissed Dean again.

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"This isn't exactly-" Sam swallowed his breath as rough hands tugged his belt open, "-much further down the line."

"Screw down the line." Crowley pulled back to smile at Sam. "Alone will do." He watched Sam's eyes close and his head tip backwards as his hand tightened around Sam's length.

"Fuck." Sam breathed.

"One piece at a time, Moose." Sam looked down when Crowley lowered himself to the ground.

His knees had barely settled on the dirt before he took Sam in his mouth. Sam let out a loud moan and then gasped as he looked out to the road then at the entrance, no one in sight. He then closed his eyes again as Crowley's tongue wrapped around him and he bobbed his head. Sam's hands shot back, bending his elbows, to splay onto the bricks behind him. If Dean followed them outside then he'd get a shock about now but Sam really couldn't care when he felt Crowley's other hand rub his abdomen. Then his eyes widened as he felt the heat travel down his length.

Further and further.

He looked down, breathing hard and fast, to look at Crowley who blinked to looking up at him, he then smirked and shrugged, slurping. He even looked as he wiggled his nose to the hair there, giving it a little miffed look.

Sam's hand shot out and grabbed his shoulder. No gag. "Show... off." Sam threw out and felt the demon chuckle around his cock.

Sam threw his head back and ignored the pain when it hit off of the wall. Then he felt the back of the demon's throat nudge his head "God!" He flinched when he felt the nip of teeth around the base of his cock and he put his hands down to the demon's shoulders. "Whoa whoa! Sorry, I'm sorry." The teeth eased off. "Just-" Sam moaned again and relaxed. "Don't fucking stop." He felt the chuckled again and Crowley sped up. The pressure around his length was like nothing he had ever felt, he'd had blow jobs before and damn good ones but he'd never found someone - man or woman - who could take him this far down their throat. Both genders had tried the 'squeeze your thumb in your fist' trick and it had worked, to a degree, but nothing like what Sam was experiencing now.

And then Crowley swallowed around Sam and Sam's leg jolted as if to give way under him. Crowley's left hand shot out and held onto Sam's leg and when their eyes met Sam knew that he could just let go if he wanted - he'd be caught. Then the bastard did it again, and again, and again, and fucking again, still bobbing up and down and again and sucking to boot. And Sam felt it all as he nudged the back of Crowley's throat and then he wasn't sure what happened because something shot through him and he squeezed his eyes closed and shouted something. Whatever it was he had no idea but he felt himself come and come and come and- "Fuck!" -Sam was coming down the demon's throat as he slowly came down from his high. He vaguely began to feel the action of soft swallowing around his sensitive cock and he sighed and groaned one last time before Crowley slid down and off of him.

Crowley stood up, brushing the dust from his knees, and left Sam leaning against the brick wall, breathing rapidly as he tried to calm it and his hands still flat on the wall. "Good?" Crowley smirked then exaggeratedly wiped his face with the thumb on his right hand and looked to it. He found it clean and shrugged, looking back to Sam before licking his lips.

Sam nodded. "Yeah." He nodded again and looked down at himself hanging out.

"Well, tuck yourself in." Crowley gestured around. "Someone might see you."

Sam exhaled another two or three times as he leaned off of the wall and reached to do just that and pull his zipper up. "You could have done that." Sam looked to Crowley still recovering.

"What," Crowley raised his eyebrows," am I supposed to do everything?"

He smiled when Sam laughed and shook his head softly, fixing the button on his jeans. "No, not at all." Sam laughed again.