*Crowley POV*

Crowley shifted trying to stay comfortable. That was one of the best night of sleep he'd had in a long time. It was a touch warm but not too bad. He actually felt really good this morning. He shifted his head trying to snuggle into the pillow. It wasn't particularly soft was it, Crowley thought. Annnd it was moving. Crowley's eyes shot open and he found himself staring directly into Sam's eyes.

"I can explain," he exclaimed in a rush. "I, uh, I was just-"

"Crowley, stop."

Crowley's mouth snapped shut.

"It's okay, calm down. Everything is alright. I understand, okay?"

"You understand?"

"Another person helps to keep the dreams away, right?"

"The dreams?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah," Crowley admitted.

"Any time you need help sleeping you're more than welcome to visit."

"You're okay with this?"

"I mean it's different. I haven't ever been in this position before, but yeah. I told I want to help you."

Crowley stared at Sam skeptically.

"You're not really used to that are you? People offering help you without expecting something?"

Crowley closed his eyes and turned his face into Sam's arm. He did not deserve this but damn it he wanted this. Wanted it more than anything else he had ever wanted before. He needed to leave before this went too far. Turning back he faced Sam again.

"We're going to be late for breakfast," Crowley told him.

"I can make more later."

"Sam, about last night."

"Thank you."

Crowley cocked his head slightly. "Thank you?"

"For trusting me enough to open up about some things."

"I'm not sure what to say to that," Crowley answered honestly.

Sam shrugged the best he could with Crowley still laying on one of his arms. "Then don't say anything."

"I should still probably get up."

"I can show you where the shower is if you like."

"Um, now that the chains are off..."

"Oh, right."

"Yeah."

"Um, I was hoping before we went for breakfast we could talk about some thing."

Crowley pressed his lips together and fought the urge to bite his bottom lip.

"I mean, you were honest with me so I wanted to be honest with you."

"Okay," Crowley replied cautiously.

"I haven't, I mean I've never, you know? Been with..."

Sam ran his hand through his hair. The subconscious gesture reminded Crowley of Dean.

"I just don't want to say this wrong," Sam told him.

"Maybe you should just say it bluntly," Crowley offered.

"I've never been with... someone... that way." Sam stammered. "I mean in that type of... relationship."

"Relationship," Crowley replied flatly. If that meddling angel opened his mouth about some thing he shouldn't have, so help him Lucifer.

"But I'm not necessarily opposed," Sam responded in a rush. "I'm just kind of... undecided?"

Crowley sat up slowly. "Undecided."

"Yeah. I mean, I guess what I want to say is, I need some time. You know, to process this."

Crowley crossed his arms. "And what exactly is it you need to 'process'?"

"Damn it Crowley. I know you understand what I mean. Help me out a little here. I'm trying. I mean I did everything I could to help you." Sam winced. "That came out wrong."

"Which one?"

"Which one what?"

"Which one of the two told you?"

"Does it matter? God, Crowley. I've never been with a guy before. Never thought about dating one ever. Yeah I looked at a few but not seriously. I'm sitting here trying to tell you I'm not against the idea of trying it with you and all you can do is get pissed? You know what, breakfast is starting to sound like a good idea." Sam stood and walked out of the bedroom shutting the door behind himself.

Nice way to sabotage yourself. Very well done.

Crowley reached up and pressed his palms into his eyes.

Couldn't take the chance he might actually fall for you, could we?

"Stop it. Just stop it," he muttered.

*Sam POV*

"About time you showed up. Thought you were going to sleep the day away," Dean joked as Sam entered the kitchen.

"You should have told me," Sam shot back.

"Told you what?"

"About Crowley."

"I don't know what you're-"

"About Crowley's feelings for me, Dean. You should have told me."

"How did you find out?"

"Cass."

Dean turned to Cass. "You told him?"

"I had to Dean," Cass protested.

"You didn't have to, Cass. You could've kept your mouth shut."

"Was he supposed to keep quiet about Crowley healing you as well," Sam asked.

"Damn it Cass," Dean cursed.

"I didn't tell him about that," Cass replied defensively.

"Crowley told me."

"Friggin' demon."

"You lied when I asked about why he was sleeping."

"I did not. I told you he was probably tired. Which he obviously was or he wouldn't have fallen asleep!"

"He said he passed out!"

"Please stop this," Cass interjected.

"He started it," Dean snapped.

"Nice Dean. What are you, five?"

"Please stop," a quiet voice broke in from behind Sam.

Everyone fell silent and Sam turned to find Crowley standing at the entrance to the kitchen. Sam noted blood from a cut lip. Crowley hadn't even bothered to wipe it off before coming down. He frowned when he noted the blood dripping from Crowley's hand onto the kitchen floor.

"I'm sorry Dean. I told you I couldn't lie to Sam," Crowley stated quietly.

"You didn't have to lie, you could have kept your mouth shut," Dean grumbled.

"Lie of omission," Crowley whispered.

"You're bleeding," Sam said softly.

"I know. I, uh, punched your wall," Crowley answered. "I'll fix it though."

Sam took a few steps closer to Crowley and Crowley took a step back.

"Can I look at it?"

"I'd rather you didn't. I can heal it when I choose to with the chains off now. There's really no reason for you to check on it."

"Can you heal it now?"

Crowley bit his lip and the action reopened the cut.

Sam was completely lost on what he could do to fix this.

"Crowley," Cass whispered. "Please heal it now."

Crowley eyed Cass for a long moment.

"I really think you should heal your hand now. Please?"

Crowley raised his hand and inspected it briefly before dropping it. "Why bother?"

"Because it's upsetting Sam," Cass said quietly.

Crowley finally turned and met Sam's eyes.

"Please," Sam asked.

Crowley lifted his hand and shook his wrist. Instantly the hand was healed and the blood on the floor disappeared.

"Thank you," Sam told him.

Crowley nodded and dropped his eyes to the ground.

"If it's possible, I would like to talk to Castiel."

"Why," Dean asked instantly suspicious.

"Dean," Cass admonished. "I assume you mean in private?"

Crowley nodded.

"I'll be back," Cass stated.

*Cass POV*

Castiel stood and followed Crowley out of the kitchen. Neither spoke as they made their way up the stairs and down the hallway. Crowley stopped in front of the room Dean had assigned him and opened the door. Since Crowley made no move to enter Castiel went in first. The room held one bed, a desk and few empty bookshelves. "Not very cozy," Castiel noted.

"I don't really have any belongings."

"I'll see what I can do about getting you some things."

"Books," Crowley asked quietly.

"If you like. You realize they'll be regular books?"

"I do."

"I'll also see if I can get you a chair for the desk and a better bedspread."

"I don't get cold."

Castiel frowned. "That's not really the point. What did you want to talk about?"

"Sam."

"What about him?"

"I want him so much I almost can't take not being near him."

Castiel moved to the shelves and pretended to inspect them.

"I want him more than I've ever wanted anything else."

"I know," Castiel stated sadly. He had a sinking feeling he knew where this was headed.

"No one's ever been that nice to me. Not even while I was human. I don't deserve him but I want him. I never deserved a second chance. By all accounts he should have let Dean torture me and then knife me when they were done."

"That's not who Sam is."

"I know that! How do you think I know I don't deserve someone like him? He refuses to see me for what I am! I've tried to tell him repeatedly. He refuses to listen."

"What happened this morning," Castiel asked softly.

"He came onto me."

Castiel turned back to Crowley and cocked his head confused. "He did what?"

"Sam who's never even seriously thought of a relationship with another man, tried to insinuate there might be hope for us in the future."

"Is that not good?"

"Lucifer help me. How could it be a good thing. There's no way he was being serious. Even if he was ever to think of having a relationship with another man he definitely wouldn't pick me."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm a demon. I'm the King of Hell. I'm what he hunts!"

"You're not right now," Castiel pointed out.

"Bloody hell even you can't be that dense. I'm a demon Castiel. And yes, so far, I am still the King of Hell. Name one thing about me that's worthy of Sam."

"Your honor, your dedication, your willingness to sacrifice yourself on his behalf. I could go on if you'd like."

"Too little too late. How soon you forget my past. Hundreds of years of lying, murdering, deceiving, willingness to turn on anyone if it would benefit me. I could go on if you'd like."

"That's not who you are right now-"

"Wrong! That's who I am all the time. Just because I'm drugged right now with human blood doesn't change who I am. What I am!"

"I disagree."

"Then you're wrong."

"And Sam?"

"He's wrong as well."

"And Dean?"

"Pfft. Dean despises me."

"Oh? Is that why he didn't put the shackles back on you when he had the chance? Why he let you have a room instead of keeping you in the dungeon? Why he put you right next door to his baby brother? Because he despises you?"

"I cede the point. He doesn't despise me, he's just stupid."

"How bad is it?"

"Now what are you on about Castiel?"

"The fight for control between the human blood and the demon blood."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"When your power met my Grace I saw, Crowley. I felt the effects."

"Doesn't matter."

"It will to Sam."

"Why? To him I'm just someone else to save so he can appease his conscious. Nothing more."

"You know Sam better than that Crowley. You know if he offered you hope for a relationship, he meant it."

"He shouldn't," Crowley muttered finally sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I believe you."

Crowley raised his head to meet Castiel's eyes.

"I believe that when you look at yourself that's exactly what you see. Sam doesn't see that."

"Sam refuses to see it. That doesn't make it any less valid."

"It doesn't make Sam's view any less valid either."

Crowley dropped his gaze back to the floor.

"You're right," Castiel continued. "Sam's ignoring the bad for now and focusing on the good. It's what he does for everyone. He's not going to change that just because you don't want him to find the good in you."

"I don't have any."

"I disagree, but this isn't about how I see you Crowley."

Crowley shook his head.

"You wanted some thing?"

Crowley nodded. "If I stay I'll just mess up his life more."

"If you left he would track you down."

"I can't stay Castiel. If I left-"

"Sam would track you down and bring you back. He's more likely to get hurt trying to find you then if you stayed here."

"What do I do to keep him safe?"

"You accept that you can't. Accept it and do what you can to help him when he needs it. That's all you can do Crowley."

"He wants to know things I can't talk about."

Castiel sat down on the bed leaving some distance between him and Crowley to keep Crowley from being too uncomfortable. "Things?"

"Personal things."

"Has he pushed for you to talk about them."

"Not once," Crowley admitted with a sad smile. "What if I won't ever be able to tell him?"

"Then he'll wait forever. That's just Sam."

"See? I don't deserve that."

"Patience?"

"Among other things, yes."

"In all the time you've known the Winchesters have you ever known them to give up on something important to them?"

"I don't understand why he would pick me to be important to him."

Castiel shrugged. "He just did."

"I've spent my whole life using people that fell in love with me."

"You're afraid he's going to use you?"

Crowley gawked at Castiel. "Are you insane? Of course I'm not worried about that. No Castiel, I'm worried about him really falling in love."

"You're worried you might use him," Castiel said finally understanding.

"Just another way for him to get hurt."

"I can't tell you what to do Crowley."

"Tell me something Castiel."

Castiel thought about what he could tell Crowley that might help. Finally he found two words he could use. "Trust Sam."

"I don't trust me."

"You don't have to trust yourself. Trust Sam."

Crowley nodded.

*Sam POV*

"I swear, if he does anything to Cass."

"Enough Dean."

"You saw what he did to himself."

"Yeah, like you never punched a wall before."

"He's a demon Sammy. To do that much damage he had to do more than hit a wall."

"Give it a rest. He's not going to hurt Cass. Geez Dean, if I didn't know better I'd swear you two were dating."

"You shut your mouth."

Before Sam could respond Cass came down the stairs.

"Well," Sam asked anxiously.

"Can I speak with you for a moment?"

"Not without me," Dean added.

"Not for this Dean," Cass insisted.

"Since when did we start keeping secrets?"

Cass lifted an eyebrow. "Since not everyone is comfortable sharing everything with everyone else," Cass stated.

Sam frowned and watched Dean. Dean crossed his arms as he stared at Cass. There was definitely more going on than he knew about. And Dean was angry Crowley wanted to keep a few secrets?

"Okay fine, but this comes back to bite us on the ass I'm blaming you," Dean told Cass.

Dean stormed off in the direction of the library and Sam followed Cass up the stairs. Cass seemed oddly distracted as they walked. He stopped at the top and Sam halted waiting on more information from Cass.

"Before you ask, I don't know any of the details. What I do know is he's terrified of someone or some thing. Terrified of it coming after him and any one of us here at the bunker. Especially you. He's desperate to flee so that whatever he's running from can't hurt any of us. I know the human blood is fighting with his demonic blood. The human blood injected in him doesn't survive long considering it's being injected into a 'dead body' for all intents and purposes. It's the demonic blood that causes the symptoms as it tries to reassert control over the body. He needs to inject human blood before the symptoms start. Every time he waits too long we take a chance that the demonic blood could get more of a foothold." Cass paused, raised an eyebrow and waited.

"Got it," Sam acknowledged. "Blood early and often so the demonic blood doesn't take over."

"Yes," Cass agreed.

"Also some big bad is after Crowley."

"I'm not sure if that's true."

"You just said-"

"I said he believes it to be true. I didn't say it was true. That's not anything we discussed directly. I think he might have touched on it indirectly but I can't be sure."

"Then how do you know that's what he believes?"

"It's a long story. Simply put, when he and I practiced healing I had to use my Grace to get him to quit. For a moment we connected and I knew what he knew. More precisely, I knew what he believed to be true."

"Got it."

"Also you should be aware that he's really insecure. He doesn't believe he's capable of or deserving of being loved by you."

Sam frowned. "I never said love."

"I know. Hush and listen Sam. He thinks he's done too much bad to be good enough for someone like you. He honestly believes that you're lying when you say you might give this relationship a chance. Crowley believes he will never be more than the worst qualities of his demonic blood. Remember these are insecurities. You're going to have to be careful if you discuss them at all. He'll probably be very defensive."

"Understood."

"The best advice I can give you? Be honest and don't give up on him."

"Got it."

"I have to go find Dean now."

"Hey Cass?"

"Yeah?"

"Is there some thing between you two?"

Cass stood as still as a statue.

"Yeah, never mind. We can talk about it some other time."

"Yeah," Cass agreed. "Some other time."

"Right." Sam turned and headed for his bedroom. He had the answer he needed. If there was nothing between Dean and Cass, Cass would have denied everything. The fact that Cass couldn't deny it was proof enough for Sam. When Sam reached Crowley's room he paused. He hadn't asked which room Crowley and Cass had used. Solely because he had arrived at Crowley's door first Sam knocked on the door. The door opened and Crowley backed up to give Sam enough space to enter the room. As soon as Sam was in Crowley closed the door.

"Hey," Sam began cautiously.

"How much did the angel blab about?"

Sam smiled. After a few seconds the smile faded. "Cass told me you didn't believe I meant what I said."

"Pretty sure I told you the same thing this morning."

Sam nodded to himself. "Yeah. He also said you don't think you can be a good person because of your demonic blood."

Crowley turned his back to Sam. Obviously that statement had hit a nerve. Sam walked closer to Crowley and waited. The longer he stood there the more it hurt to watch. Unable to stop himself Sam extended an arm and carefully wrapped it around Crowley. Crowley jumped at the touch and growled. Sam put his other arm around Crowley and pulled him back against his chest; wrapping Crowley firmly in his arms.

"Let go."

"No."

"Damn it Sam, let me go!"

"No," Sam repeated.

He refused to raise his voice. 'Be honest and don't give up on him,' Cass had said.

"Sam," Crowley warned.

"I'm not letting go."

Crowley jerked against his hold. Obviously Crowley wasn't drawing on any of his powers or he'd definitely be able to break free. Sam took comfort in that thought. If he had assessed this wrong Crowley would have already thrown him off by now.

"I'm here Crowley. I'm not leaving you."

"Damn you Sam Winchester!"

"Yep, but I'm still not leaving."

Crowley stilled. "You don't understand."

"I don't have to understand to believe in you."

"You shouldn't," Crowley yelled.

"I do," Sam whispered.

"Damn you, let go!"

"No."

"Yes! Let go!"

"Not. Leaving."

"Go away!"

"No."

"Please!"

"No, Crowley."

Crowley's struggles lessened more and more. Eventually they became less struggling and more shaking than anything else. Sam continued to hold onto Crowley as tightly as he could. Leaning forward he rested his head against Crowley's shoulder. Eventually Crowley started twisting. Sam held Crowley still until it became obvious Crowley was only trying to turn and not escape. Sam allowed him enough leeway to complete the turn and no more. The second they were facing each other Crowley wrapped his arms around Sam. Sam re-tightened his arms around Crowley.

"Shh. It's okay. I'm not leaving you."

"Please?"

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"I don't deserve you."

"Doesn't matter. I'm not leaving."

"Sam."

"It's okay. I'm here, it's okay."

"Moose," Crowley whimpered.

"Shh. It's okay, Crowley."

"Please."

"Please what?"

No response.

"Talk to me Crowley."

"Stay. Please."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"No, stay tonight." Crowley raised his head and looked into Sam's eyes. "Nothing has to happen I swear. Just please stay, please?"

"Promise."

"All night?"

"Yes."

Crowley lowered his head and burrowed into Sam's chest again.

"Hey, come on."

Crowley shook his head.

"I'm only moving us to the bed. That's all."

"The bed?"

"Yeah."

"Do I have to let go?"

"Never."

*Cass POV*

"You're still angry?"

"I'm not angry, Dean. I'm just disappointed."

"I'm sorry Cass I'm just not ready."

Castiel sighed. "I don't like feeling like this."

"I don't like everyone knowing my business."

"I'm not talking about telling everyone, just Sam."

"I'm not ready."

"When?"

"I don't know. Damn it Cass don't push this. Not right now."

He watched Dean turned and storm out of the library.

*Later that evening - Sam POV*

Damn he needed to get some sleep soon. Out of habit Sam turned his head right to check the time. No clock. Sam shook his head softly. Come to think of it, almost no anything else either. He really should have checked in on the room before now. Tilting his head he peered down at Crowley. At least Crowley seemed to be sleeping fairly peacefully for now. Curled up against him Crowley had one arm flung over Sam's stomach and his head rested on top of Sam's chest. Somehow Crowley manged to look much younger when he was asleep. Sam smiled at the image.

The smile faded when he realized he still needed to make a decision. When he had told Crowley he'd never thought about being with a guy before that had been a lie. He actually had thought about it but honestly he never really saw himself going through with the decision to date another man. How would Crowley take it if he ended up turning Crowley down? Sam felt a dull ache at the thought of hurting Crowley. He was going to have to decide what it was that drew him to Crowley in the first place. If it was nothing more than the desire to protect him the relationship would be doomed before it began. On the other hand Crowley was generally pretty good at protecting himself.

.

Yawning, Sam stretched until he heard his back pop. He rubbed his hands over his arms briskly to dispel the light chill. Where's my blanket, Sam thought sleepily. Opening his eyes he sat up and began to search for the missing blanket. Something's wrong his eyes tried to tell him. His brain refused to process the information immediately. Sam scanned the room looking for what his senses were trying to tell him. Either someone had redecorated his room or...

"Crowley?"

No response. Sam turned to the other side of the bed but there was still no Crowley. Damn it. Getting out of the bed Sam headed for his room to grab a change of clothes. He idly wondered if maybe Crowley had gone down to breakfast but dismissed the idea. Crowley would have woken him first, Sam was sure of that. Still, checking in with Dean or Cass first might help him locate Crowley. Changing he decided to skip the shower for now. He wanted to find Crowley first. Leaving his room he took the stairs two at a time and headed for the kitchen. Dean and Cass looked up as he entered.

"Crowley," he asked.

"Library," Cass told him.

"Thanks."

Sam started to head for the library.

"Sam," Cass called out.

Sam stopped and turned back.

"Take these with you."

Standing Cass handed him two plates of food and two forks.

"Make sure he eats," Cass ordered.

Sam gave a nod and took off for the library once again. As he neared the library he slowed and finally came to a stop near the doorway. Taking a few steps he glanced inside. Crowley sat at one of the long tables with several books spread out around him. Sam watched as Crowley picked up a pen and wrote something in a notebook. Shoving the book away Crowley grabbed one of the other open books and began reading through it. Sam cleared his throat and Crowley jumped turning to the doorway instantly.

"Hey," Crowley greeted.

Sam walked in and put the plates down on the table. "What are you working on?"

"This and that." Crowley pulled a plate closer and began eating.

Sam reached out and placed a hand on the open notebook. Glancing to Crowley Sam cocked an eyebrow and waited. Crowley waved a 'go ahead' gesture with the hand holding the fork and continued eating. Sam drug the notebook across the table. Twisting it until it was right-side up he inspected it. The notes covered several topics running the gambit from witchcraft and demons to cooking and Sheetrock of all things. Sam blinked several times trying to make sense of the notes. Cooking? Sam shook his head in disbelief.

"You should eat."

Sam looked up. "Huh?"

"You should eat before it gets colder."

"Oh."

Sam closed the notebook and moved it away. Pulling his plate closer he picked up his fork and began eating. In between bites Sam occasionally glanced over to Crowley. Crowley pulled a book closer and skimmed it while he continued eating. Sam cocked his head trying to read some of the words. Crowley glanced up and eyed him. Sam opened his mouth but before he could say anything Crowley flipped the book and pushed it across the table. Looking down Sam realized it was a book on home repair.

"Um, Crowley?"

"I was researching how to fix the hole in your wall if I didn't use my powers," he said quietly.

"Why wouldn't you just use your powers?"

Staring at his plate Crowley poked at his food with the fork and shrugged.

"Hey, it's fine. Maybe we could work on it together?"

Crowley glanced up and stared at him looking completely surprised at the suggestion. Pressing his lips together Crowley lowered his gaze back to his plate and picked at his food some more. "I'd rather do it myself."

"Because you put the hole in it?"

Crowley nodded.

"If that's what you want. If you change your mind the offer stands."

Crowley nodded again.

Both men went back to eating in silence. When they finished Sam collected the plates and dropped them in the kitchen. He returned to the library and sat down across from Crowley once again. Inspecting the two books Crowley had in front of him Sam realized Crowley was alternating between cooking tips and wards against witches. Closing the book dealing with wards Crowley exchanged it for a book on theoretical spell craft.

Time passed as Crowley continued exchanging books and taking notes. Sometimes Crowley would pick up one of the books and lean back in the chair while he read. Other times Crowley would open a third book and cross check some bit of information. Occasionally Crowley would get up, return a few books and come back with others. It was fascinating to watch. The range of topics Crowley ran through surprised Sam. He found himself trying to guess which subject Crowley would pick next. As Sam watched him jot a few more notes Crowley's hand jerked slightly. Crowley took a deep breath, released it and continued writing. Sam frowned.

"Crowley?"

Crowley waved him off and went to grab another book from the pile. Still frowning Sam continued to watch as Crowley researched things. When Crowley went to grab a new book he dropped it. Muttering a curse Crowley grabbed the book with both hands and placed it in front of himself. Sam reached across the table and placed a hand on top of the book. Crowley raised his head and met Sam's eyes.

"It's time for break."

Crowley frowned.

"You need blood," Sam told him bluntly.

Crowley bit his lip. Finally he dropped his eyes and nodded.

"Come on, the kit's still in my room."

*Crowley POV*

As they entered the room Sam stopped at the nightstand to grab the kit. Crowley walked across the room and sat in the chair at Sam's desk. When Sam finally turned around he watched Crowley with a strange look. Crowley fought the urge to duck his head. A shiver ran through him and Crowley did his best to ignore it. He straightened self-consciously and waited.

"Why the chair?"

"I just feel better in the chair."

"Doesn't look that way," Sam observed.

This time Crowley did duck his head away from Sam's gaze. "I'm more uncomfortable on your bed."

"Really?"

"I can't stop some of the t-things my brain thinks about when we're in b-bed together." Damned withdrawals, Crowley cursed. While he was at it he cursed himself for being weak and unable to control the withdrawals as well. He started when Sam placed a hand on his shoulder. Looking up he instantly sought Sam's eyes. Beautiful, he thought to himself.

"Ready?"

Crowley nodded, too lost in Sam's eyes to speak. Sam gave a half-smile and Crowley couldn't help but smile back. Sam turned to find a good place for the needle and Crowley followed with his eyes. He barely felt the prick of the needle. How did he ever end up with someone like Sam Winchester taking care of him? True Sam was good looking to him, very good looking, but it was also more than that. What really captured his attention was Sam's empathy. He would never understand why Sam decided he was a worthy recipient of that empathy. No matter how long this lasted he knew he would always be grateful for whatever he had done right that had led to this.

"You're awful quiet," Sam noted.

"Huh?" Crowley blinked in surprise finally aware that he had been staring.

"I said you're being awful quiet. I was worried it had some thing to do with the blood."

"Oh. No, I'm good. It takes effect fairly fast," Crowley informed Sam.

Sam's eyes shifted and his head tilted as he seemed to finally notice some thing. Crowley didn't bother looking. He already knew what it was that had caught Sam's attention. Crowley felt the guilt rise as Sam finally noticed the 'hole'. Sighing to himself Crowley ran through the information he had found so far for the repairs. He had caused the damage he would repair it himself. As penance he refused to allow himself to use his powers to repair the wall.

"Wow," Sam whispered.

"Yeah," Crowley agreed.

"How did you not break anything?"

Crowley frowned. "I just punched the wall. I didn't use my powers."

"I mean how did you not break anything in your hand."

"Oh."

Sam reached down and placed his fingertips on the top of Crowley's hand. Crowley watched Sam run his fingers over the skin lightly. He was completely unable to tear his eyes away from the sight. Another shiver ran through Crowley. The fingers stilled.

"Hey, you alright?"

"Huh," Crowley replied distracted, still staring at Sam's fingers on his hand.

"Crowley?"

Somehow Crowley finally tore his eyes away from the sight and looked up to Sam's face.

"You okay?"

"Yes?"

"You sure?"

"Why wouldn't I be," he asked honestly confused.

"Just seemed like the shakes haven't fully left."

Oh. Yeah that.

"I think they're gone now," Crowley stated. He really did not want to have to explain that last little shiver.

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