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Crowley watched Dean and Castiel disappear out a door, and he guessed that was the direction of the bedrooms. Smirking he turned to the remaining Winchester as he spoke, "seems squirrel and feathers are enjoying themselves, what about you moose, found yourself a nice girl to fuck yet? Or maybe one who isn't so nice? I know you have a thing for the bad girls after all."
"Shut up Crowley and tell me what you want me to do." Sam growled, he was not going to discuss his love life, or lack of, with Crowley, nor was he going to discuss Cas and Dean. The only reason the demon was here was so they could make this hex bag and sooner it was done, the sooner they could get him out of their lives for good.
"Very well if you insist love, but just so you know, I know some women who I'm sure would be more than happy to pleasure you… or if you would prefer, I'm available. I think you would look perfectly wonderful in a tight bustier, tidied down on a bed." Crowley replied with glee in his voice as he gained the most perfect bitchface from Sam. Oh yes this was so much fun and there was no Dean to stop him from winding up the moose. Though he should probably get him working rather than pissing him up. Shame, but that was life. With that he turned to business and the bag he had brought with him. "I have all the ingredients in here, but you need to prepare them correctly. So moose firstly we must…" and with that Crowley went on to tell Sam exactly what to do, in the most condensing and excruciatingly painful way possible. Or at least it was for Sam who was already on the verge of hitting the dick. By the end of it he was ready to jam an angel blade into him, but he didn't. He just let himself fantasize about doing it will he got all the ingredients ready as per Crowley's instructions.
It was quite a while later that both Crowley and Sam heard footsteps approaching the room, and though Sam didn't look up, he was concentrating on what he was doing, Crowley did with a smirk on his face as he watched Cas and Dean return, the former with his hair a lot more messy than it had been, while the latter took one look at him and turned bright red. Oh that was a classic. He opened his mouth to say something that would make Dean even more uncomfortable but before he could get the words out Dean spoke.
"Hey Sammy, I'm gonna make some dinner, burgers good for you?"
"Ooh yes. I would love a burger squirrel, thank you so much for asking." Crowley replied before Sam could get a word out, gaining him two identical glares from the Winchester brothers.
"I'll be in the kitchen." Dean growled turning on his heels and leaving the room. The less time he spent with Crowley, Cas and Sam the better in his mind, though he did want to ask the demon about what he had meant earlier. About whether his deal with him was complete. He thought it probably was, but he wanted to make sure. Of course he also refused to ask that question in front of the other two people there, therefore he was just gonna have to wait until he could get the demon on his own. Putting these thoughts from his mind Dean turned to the job of cooking them all dinner. And forgetting that Cas didn't eat any more he made up enough burgers for the four of them.
"How is it going?" Castiel asked turning to Sam once Dean had left. He would have liked to follow his human, but he felt he should probably stay here and make sure Crowley was behaving himself. Of course by that logic he should have stayed previously rather than dragging Dean off. But considering he and Dean would be watching over Crowley while Sam slept, he really did not feel bad about wanting to spend some time making love to his man.
"Okay I think. Just finishing up here and then we'll be ready to assemble it." Sam replied sorting through the last pile of ingredients he had in front of him. Crowley had been very particular about the order he chose what they needed, he just hoped it was because it was required for the spell to work, and not just because the demon was taking the piss so he could spend longer here than was necessary.
"That is good… So tomorrow we will be fighting Abaddon." Castiel replied moving she was standing in a position where he could see what Sam was doing as well as watch Crowley, but also so he wasn't in the way.
"Yes feathers. You up for that?" Crowley responded with the raise of his eyebrow. He said it in his usual snarky voice, though he knew the question was one he would very much like the answer to.
"Are you?" Castiel asked in return. He would not justify Crowley's words with a proper answer. He had his grace back, and he was as powerful as any seraph was right now. But he knew he could not kill Abaddon on his own.
"Always darling." Crowley replied with a smirk before turning his eyes back to what Sam was doing. He just hoped he could make this work, after all his mother had never been one for actually teaching him her magic, he was just glad he had inherited something useful from the bitch. Or at least enough of it that he was sure he could make this do what it was supposed to. Maybe not as powerfully as she could, but it would be enough with an angel at his side. Of that he had no doubt.
The three of them descended into silence as Sam finished what he was doing and Castiel and Crowley watched on. There staring at him was enough to make him want to snap that them to stop, but another voice in his head, one that sounded surprisingly like his brothers, made him see the funny side of this. I mean here he was working on a way to kill a knight of hell, and he had the king of hell and an angel watching over him. How had his life come to this?
Dean worked methodically, refusing to think about what Sam was doing, or what would happen when he was done. No all he needed to think about right then was making dinner for everyone. That was his job. So when the burgers were finished and he made something that he decided was close enough that it could be described as a salad, he called to the people in the other room to come and help him bring it through. His call was answered by Castiel who smiled when he saw four plates of food. Of course Dean had made him dinner, just as he was used to doing. As such he made no comment on the fact he did not need to eat and instead grabbed two of the plates and couple of the beers Dean had opened taking them back to the library. Dean followed with the last two plates and beers.
It was a strange group that then sat down to eat at the other end of the table to the one Sam had been working. Dean sat at the head with Castiel on one side and Sam the other, while Crowley took his place next to the angel. He felt he was less likely to have Dean glare at him if he was sitting opposite Sam rather than next to the man.
And so they all sat down to eat, though as Dean bit into his burger he saw Cas take a small bite before placing his back on the plate.
"What's up Cas? I thought you liked burgers." He said wondering if there was something wrong with it. But it was the same as he always made them, and Cas had been eating them a lot when he was human.
"As an angel I do not need to eat Dean." Castiel reminded him, making Dean want to bang his head against something. Son of a bitch, He had forgotten that, how had he forgotten something which before he had always taken for granted?
"Neither do I, but I must say squirrel, you're not a bad cook. We'll make a housewife out of you yet." Crowley interrupted with a smirk as Dean glared at him. He was not a friggin' housewife alright? He just liked to nest now he had a home. Perfectly normal in his mind.
"Dean is a very good cook Crowley and he has taught me much about it." Castiel said before Dean could say anything. He would prefer they not fight over dinner, even if he found himself not being able to enjoy it as he once had. All he could taste were the molecules in it, and that really was a shame. Dean's burgers were his favourites.
"Ah feathers, has squirrel been giving you cooking lessons? How sweet of him." Crowley replied with a sickly sweet tone.
"Crowley shut up and eat." Sam responded before anyone else could. He did not want to hear them all bickering while he had his dinner thank you very much. All he wanted was to get the hex bag done and get Crowley out of their lives for good, though he did have to concede the guy hadn't been too bad to work with, you know, he hadn't tried to kill him or anything, so that was a plus he guessed.
"Now moose love, please, I was being nice." Crowley replied with a hurt look on his face which no one took any notice of.
"You're never nice Crowley." Sam responded with a smirk of his own as he delved into his brother's attempt at a salad, it wasn't great, but at least he had tried. He had to give him points for effort and all that.
"Well, true." Crowley mused as he finished off his burger and considered grabbing Castiel's, though he thought that probably wouldn't go down so well with squirrel. Therefore instead he turned his attention to inspecting the beer he had been presented with. What was it with the Winchesters and drinking cheap bloody rubbish? Though taking a sip he was at least glad to see they hadn't put any holy water in it of anything, just to piss him off. He wouldn't put it past Dean to do that just because.
Once dinner was finished, Dean eating Cas' leftovers, he wasn't one to waste food after all, Sam finished sorting out all the ingredients. It was then decided it would be best he slept before he and Crowley put the spell together. He therefore left the other three in the library and went to his bed. He had a feeling he was going to need all the rest he could get for what was to come the next day.
A few hours later Castiel watched as Dean almost fell asleep in his chair, and it was a that point he decided that his love needed to sleep as well. He could watch over Crowley perfectly fine, and when Sam awoke he could join Dean in bed before they went off to face Abaddon.
"Dean, go to bed." He said gently smiling at the man when he shot up and forced his eyes open.
"Na, Cas. I'm fine." Dean replied trying to supress the yawn that was begging to come out of him. That really wouldn't convince Cas of his words. Of course when he turned to his angel and saw the look on his face he knew that nothing would convince Cas that he didn't need to rest.
"Dean you need sleep. Go. I will come to you when Sam awakes." Castiel responded simply pointing towards there room.
"Alright, I'll see you soon then." Dean gave in standing and moving towards Cas before bending down to kiss him deeply. One because he would not get the chance again before he fell asleep, and two cos he wanted to remind his angel of just what fun they had in their bed, and what fun they would have when he finally joined him.
"Goodnight Dean." Castiel said when their lips parted with a smile on his face for the hunter.
"Night Cas." Dean smirked before walking out of the room, and if he may have swayed his hips a little more than usual cos he knew Cas was watching, was there really anything wrong with that?
"Well at least I now know who wears the trousers in your relationship Castiel." Crowley said once Dean had left.
"We are equal partners Crowley." Castiel responded with narrow eyes. He did not want to discuss Dean with him.
"Of course, you just happen to be the one on top." Crowley replied with a smirk before he turned slightly more serious. "I'm glad you gave the boy a chance."
"I love him." Castiel responded simply. He remembered the conversation they had had the last time they had been alone together, when he had summoned Crowley to the dungeon to find out what was going. How much had changed since that time, it was strange it think it really wasn't that long ago.
"I know." Crowley replied with a shrug. Dean and Castiel were no longer any business of his, thank fuck. They had found each other, all he had to do now was make sure that neither squirrel nor moose died in the fight that was to come. "We'll make sure they are safe." He said voicing some of his inner thoughts to the angel opposite him.
"Of course." Castiel replied, trying to sound sure, but there was still a worry at the back of his mind that something would happen to Dean. That he would lose him somehow. No he couldn't do that, he wouldn't do that.
"Oh come on Castiel, if you and I between us can't bring them back, then no one can." Crowley responded hearing the tone and understanding the angel's fears. But he knew that while he may no longer be high on demon blood, if anything happened to Dean he would happily make a deal with Sam to save him and vice versa. What the bloody hell had happened to him that he was at this point? Because he knew if he did have to make any deals, it would not be for anyone's soul. Bollocks, he really was too close to the bloody Winchesters and their damn angel. He needed to get as far away as he could when this was done, it was the only solution he think of.
"That is what I am worried about." Castiel muttered at Crowley's words as he turned his eyes to the doorway Dean had left by.
There wasn't anything Crowley could say to that, so instead he stood, moving to where he had discovered the Winchesters kept their whiskey, if this crap could be given such a name, but it would do for now. So with that he grabbed two glasses and poured himself and Castiel a decent measure and sat back. Ready to pass the time until the Winchesters awoke, drinking in the silent company of the angel. Strange as that may seem to most, but he had seen stranger in his life and Castiel was more than just an angel, he was… well he was feathers.
