Crowley smiled to himself sure the angel was weak but he had not expected the hex bag to actually work on him.
But this was pathetic the angel not close enough to human to cry but darn he was trying gasping and whining into the pillow.
Crowley took in the hand curled into a claw grip into the sheets and tilted his head. This was nearly sexual in its passion Crowley thought to himself.
But however Crowley much might enjoy learning and a little mischief he had just been a bit tiffy at dean being home and comfy after what they had gone through together, even the slight of him giving the angel the blade had been almost forgiven in the sheer numbers of it seeming intelligent.
Crowley was the one to pull the tablet from this angels chest, and highly suspected if he really wanted the blade all he would have to do is reach right into the angels chest and rip it out, Crowley doubted the creativity of the angel. Though he appreciated appraisingly at the moment deans still unzipped pants had slid lower in the angels squirming, the angels ass exposed as he sobbed under the covers somewhere Cas flipped around and Crowley got a eyeful of the angels floppy bits.
Crowley's eye brow arched appreciatively, who knew, the angel flipped back to ass skyward and Crowley took a step forward of his subconseous's accord and frowned at himself being provoked like this.
Crowley just out of the dimension of physical he had been still able to enter the bunker, like some kind of right once invited in he could come and go as he pleased. And Cas seemed not to be able to see him, he had spit in the angels cereal and Castile had ate it
Crowley did not have the affection for the angel to say he would miss him withering away but the now twitching and gasping thing squirming there in its bed had the keen ability to wrangle dean from becoming a thorn in his side again, and he would take dean out if it came to it or try and fail. Which honestly Crowley suspected anyone he sent on that mission himself would, Deanmon was just that skilled and hungry. While a powerful ally against a similar cause the creature dean was like a badly trained hellhound.
Crowley reached a hand out inspired by the angels naivety and ran a finger along Cas's shaking ribs, the t-shirt separating his skin from Cas's Crowley lost in the tilt of danger let his finger trail so lightly taking in the sobbing skin and trailed a finger to the bare skin of the angels butt Crowley resisted the passing thought to slap the angels butt as hard as he could and flash out of the bunker with a mad laugh lingering. Instead Crowley pulled a cover away from a bleeding palm of the angels clutching a sheet a fresh stain a surprised red against white Crowley ran a finger against the bloody hand oh so gently as not to be noticed and pulled a finger full of red to his lips savoring.
Crowley weighted his options if dean found out he was eeking his jollies out at their expense he would have trouble either way, good dean or bad. But he did like the effect of panic and desperation that was being displayed here. He had been amused to giggling fits by a drunken angel wanking it in the sun. Crowley wondered if he left the bags here and in deans room would cas start flashing people as he already had the trench coat for it, and what would a panicky desperate dean do?
Now that he had been surprised was not go out and kill somehow like Crowley had wanted so the mark would be fed and dean remain stable. Desperate dean had hid in his angels room, but maybe it took longer for full effect. Crowley was not a master of these things.
So his joy was not worth the danger he weighed. He had learned nothing much new the angels and deans homoerotic bromance was obvious to all lookers on. Even more so what he had learned of demon deans particularly loose definition of bromance.
"dude ok so I would be summoned by a mint impala, one blond, one brunette, a redhead, and a gallon of horse blood cut half with Jamison's" dean drunkenly encompassed to air and looked at Crowley expectantly a unspoken make it so hung in the air. Crowley was almost bummed out that deans expectations of Crowley… that were so consistently lofty as 'change the universe just a little for me" but then a little flattering because dean believed that Crowley had these powers.
"dean you know I appreciate your input into the suggestion box but that's not really how that works" Crowley leaned in and indicated the mostly blank tabletop, burning addendum to the graph already burnt there with his fingertip he visualized the concept "a summon goes through and unless specified to a individual by name or personal object or some other various things it goes to like a call center and the next available demon of appropriate rank is sent."
"intention has a lot to do with the nature of spells. For example burning some flowers with others creates one spell and incantations create another. A madman muttering spaced out doesn't a spell make…Imagine if passive happenstance created spells. It rarely does. Every forest fire would result in 30 odd things getting summoned showing up disappointed the show is obviously already over.
The energy of a soul and conseous helps, in Santeria the animal is offered as a plea to power or the herbs and fruit in other beliefs…but the conseous intent fuels it." "throw a banana peel underfoot someone may slip, paste it to the underside of someone's shoe they will, it falls from a tree in brazil and worms eat it. Intent, energy sacrificed in one form or another and the right set of circumstances"
Crowley swirled his drink thoughtfully, "even then it is so much easier to destroy than create that things can get out of hand" Crowley was obviously lost in pained memory, but then perked up "though I imagine you could be specifically summoned by your impala and the screams of your ex boy toy Cas." Crowley set his empty glass down and dean growled low his thrumming was lower than human but then he straightened and took another shot in the lineup and slammed a hand on Crowley's back a bit harder than necessary "hey were here for now, lets live it up" dean went for another shot but paused halfway and set it down his whole face lit up and his eyes went black and he turned to Crowley with conspiracy "can I possess people?"
Crowley raised a eyebrow " I don't know, you are unique among demon kind but we could try."
Dean threw some money down on the table and got his jacket while Crowley looked put out he was just getting a buzz "now, like right now?" dean leaned in while putting on his coat a shiteating grin on his face eyes black again "hell yes"
Dean looked like he was trying to have a seizure in front of the tied up girl long broken by possession a easy learning tool. Crowley had hid his chuckles while watching dean try to depart from his body and continued giving him entirely inaccurate advise. " no, no dean you've got to think of newborn bunnies it helps differentiate your darkness from the vessels physical mind" dean was beginning to suspect Crowley was just messing with him… and the girl hung there hands tied up dead eyes taking dean in boredly and just a little bit coldly dean walked to her and decided just did what he wanted to anyway which was ravish the girl cruelly and bloodily, but also free her broken soul from repossession.
Dean knew he was torn between his ideals and his want to learn this new life. He needed time to learn how to ride that edge now that he was on the darker side of the equation.
dean leaned in and forced his face against hers, she tries to bite his lip off and dean laughed bleeding lip hanging and he went in for more, grabbing her chest. "dean were having a lesson here" dean didn't stop what he was doing just held up his middle finger. Crowley bristled then straightened his shirt empirically "here let me instruct you better by having your attention" Crowley left his body fall limp hanging in red tinged arch of smoke to the girl dean saw the smoke that was Crowley and growled animally at it and held the girls mouth and nose closed to keep Crowley from getting in her "fuck off!"
dean spat his blood at the smoke. The girl rolled her eyes at dean making him angrier. Crowley for his part circled waiting dean was going to kill the girl she was running out of oxygen, which would make for a poor learning material for possession as the soul must be contended with, even if weak. dead bodies took a more nuanced and talented demon with experiance. Crowley chose a less convenient entrance into her than her face. And looked back at dean with pupil less red eyes. Dean hissed and backed up a few steps
" as I was saying" dean stomped over to kicked Crowley's limp body lying on the street a few times while looking at Crowley as he was now. Dan tilted his head and lifted up Crowley's face with his foot it blinked, was Crowley's vessel soulless? Dean wiggled his foot against a chubby cheek and the body remained limply lying against his foot.
Dean walked up to Crowley as he was now and punched him and continued his ravishing of the body. Crowley was making it easier to kill her, the demon of him wanted her flesh torn "whoa cowboy king of hell here" Cowley said coming back to consciousness. dean bit her neck and drank of the rivulet and spat a mouthful at Crowley. Dean started quoting a exorcism to Crowley but then turned pale and his whole body gave a shake. Crowley smiled " ah is that effecting you too? I'm sure I will hold out longer than you if you can continue the rite but who knows what it will do to you, probibly make you feel like shit, it will merely displace me"
dean gave a inhuman roar in Crowley's face then ran his tongue against his teeth slowly as if encasing there intention. Dean stepped back and took his phone from his pocket. Crowley raise a eyebrow that felt in different proportion to his usual flesh "who could you possibly be calling? Dean held up his finger his eyes flickering between black and normal as he scrolled down his screen "mood music"
South of Heaven by Slayer started playing. Crowley raised a eyebrow "really dean"
"leave or stay for the ride im not stopping either way, I don't take orders from you… not yet" dean ripped the shirt and bit into the flesh of breast taking a chunk in his teeth and swallowing it he undid the unnecessarily brightly colored belt and ripped off her undies. His eyes were closed and he leaned in a shaky panting and a sure sinking of his teeth into the shoulder "you might want to brace yourself"
dean pulled the girls hair back and growled eyes still closed and raked a hand down her back to grab her ass crushingly. Crowley along for the ride spit in deans face to provoke him. It worked. Dean growled and dug his fingers into the flesh of the girls ribs breaking through skin and feeling on fingertips the space between slick lung and flesh the bone giving him purchase to wrap his fingers around and he pushed himself into the thighs cruelly and started pumping in and out holding the bones.
Deans fingers hurt with the use of unnatural strength on flesh otherwise unused to administering it. dean reached down and bit a nipple off, and suckled of the blood swallowing both as his breath quickened. Crowley smiled between screams, but then deans eyes were closed. Dean felt himself too excited and slowed his pace and withdrew his fingers from her ribs and pulled a chunk of her hair out a angry scream rushed up to his ears and dean smiled, dean rested his chin against the shoulder and bit another hole next to the one already there and began actually eating the shoulder going in and out of her as he gnawed happily at the flesh the screaming in his ear hurting his ear. Dean felt close and drew his hand to his pocket and took pictures on one of his phones by way of distraction, he could not bring himself to open his eyes but smiled at the string of curses coming out of Crowley.
Dean dropped the phone and felt along the ribs till he felt a hole he had dug there and sank his whole hand through the opening pushing his hand into the flesh deans wrist caught from going further between ribs. dean felt the heart pumping on his fingertips. Dean pulled out of her so as not to cum dean panted for a moment shaking. dean fondled the broken hole at the girls brest and smiled at the slippery texture, his fingers still aganst the beating heart the girls lungs filled for another scream and dean felt that this scream was different Crowley was trying to leave and dean smiled to himself and grabbed the breasts and squeezed. Dean said a exorcism backward and then heard a string of high pitched cursing and licked the girls face.
"im not done yet" dean shoved himself back into the girl and pulled his hand away from her heart both hands going to the gashes he had left with his fingers he once again used them for leverage and pumped into her through his orgasm even to his softening dean opened his eyes and watched the flesh rip away as he pulled it from her bones and sank his hads into her intestines to pull them free. One of deans fingers had dislocated by way of untalented brute force wielded without care, but that was not what dean was focusing on. dean knelled down to pull away the diaphragm in desperate quickness he tore a lung away to see his prize, the heart beating there and all sound in his ears was just a ringing as he watched with a litle bit of awe and envy the heart stop beating surely and twitch ineffectively.
Crowley finally left the girl and dean reached up a shaking hand to pull the heart from her dead chest dean had a loop of intestine over his shoulder and he closed his eyes against the gore and bit into the heart the texture and meaning more than the gore of the act and dean didn't understand but could not stop till he remembered that a part of him wanted to ease the soul of the girl.
Dean took her heart into himself and coming down from the high hoped that her strength would embue him somehow, bring him back to himself. Dean licked his fingers and sucked them dry his lip healing was sore and he smiled for the girl whos soul was broken but the fight was still there, a whistfull shaking started in his chest. Could demons cry? Crowley dean noted Crowley was touching himself through his pants at the sight of dean eating the girls heart. Dean rolled his eyes, shook his emotional turmoil, and got up. Crowley had a tune on his lips and a sour mooded dean picked bits of intestine out of his hair.
"well that escalated quickly" Crowley stated in a bedroom voice happy dean just did not know until it was too late just how much Crowley liked that kind of rough treatment in his off time. Dean had even done that exorcism verse backward to push Crowley back into what was left of the flesh the one time he did start to feel a bit squirmy. Crowley had told him at one point in the past he liked violence but thought he was bluffing, Crowley smiled to himself.
"get bent Crowley" dean needed a shower. Dean's eyebrow twitched then he smiled winningly through the blood and sludge " hey next time a redhead?" dean slid the dark onto his eyes slowly.
Then dean had kept having sex in his hotel room offering in 'joke' that Crowley just possess whatever bitch he brought home. At some point it just got annoying.
Crowley enjoyed being a man…something about being a demon in the first place for a little extra length will do that to a guy. And though dean was fun in his very vanilla sex way, [by Crowley's standard] taking him on the offer a few times… Crowley just didn't get the gusto from dean like the first time fraught in blood and spray, Alastair's training had gone to seed in the space between demonic want and the righteous tint even in deans changed soul. It wasn't worth the sex change when there wasn't the passion there.
Crowley know it was the human blood talking but the third time had been the last when dean had been playing his headphones letting Crowley cut his chest and ride him as a slightly Amazonian looking woman with dark skin, a girl he had brought home from a strip club, Crowley had plucked the earphone out at heard "John Newman - Love Me Again" while sharing the earphone he realized where deans mind was and that dean never looked at him while they were doing this, Crowley was a main course not a side dish!
Crowley had slapped dean hard enough to almost break one of the fingers of the girl he was possessing, dean smiled and wiggled his hips "whooo! You go girl!" his eyes were dead, and Crowley cursed himself but damn that was hot the dead opening of those broken green eyes, mere functionary features. Crowle's newly owned girly bits twitched happily and Crowley drilled the knife through a bone of deans rib, angry but intrigued.
Dean closed his eyes again and cried out. The smaller cuts were healing and Crowley left the skin heal over the knife sticking out of deans chest, the bone attempting to knit around it. Deans leg was giving a shake and he had began to pant. Crowley rolled his borrowed hips and grabbed the hilt of the knife, dean shook and was starting to give all signs of a man on edge.
Crowley called to dean his name to see him open a eye in question. Crowley ripped the knife out of the bone and flesh to see deans eyes widen and his cry of surprise turned to panicked abandon as Crowley had slammed down his hips hard onto dean and could feel dean pulsing through orgasm. Crowley smiled at the lost sort of look he was getting drinking it in. Crowley gets what he wants, and if he wanted eye contact he would get it if it meant pinning deans eyes open.
Crowley had cheered him a bit watching fight club on T.V. later, the blood in his system making him downright motherly, that or the woman he was wearing effecting him, at least that's what he kept telling himself… later him and dean had taken over a strip club by Crowley possessing the owner and they picked the music the strippers danced to and what they wore.
Crowley highly suspected dean had no clue what went into these sort of acts of 'howling at the moon'. The man Crowley possed Crowley had locked in some part of himself distracted as Crowley had put a gold coin of worth in the mans office desk the mans very soul was a fight untill Crowley had reassured the man and his subconscious that yes paying his employees overtime and letting them keep their full tips was covered financially. The coin was worth a lot, Crowley had let the man be conscious of it rolling through his fingers and when the man would come to tomorrow all he would remember was that a well off man had paid him in a antiquity coin and that he had gotten incredibly drunk in the party that ensued, details would be bury.
Crowley sat in a booth in the backroom, a easly washed black lether his borrowed mind informed him. Crowley threw a arm around his former body. It was motionless and staring he and dean had dragged the thing in on pretence that the man was drunk as hell already and the rest of them were just catching up. Deans idea, Crowley rubbed his shells shoulder considering various things he could do. Should he give his body a back rub so the tension around his shoulders would be gone when he went back in? was it neat he had his own back? Maybe he could literally fuck himself over.
What to do with this weirdness dean had pushed on him? Crowley had baught his empty of himself body a lap dance and watched swallowing giggles as a woman was trying to illicit a response from the thing. She lterally had her boobs pressed to his former face. She looked irritated for a second and trned around and sat in crowleys ex lap and spun her hips. Crowley snaked a point of energy down the arm and the body grabbed her ass, surprising her.
Crowley wearing the manager reached over and tucked a 20 in her tiny outfit. A wry smile dancing there. Crowley was informed in a wisper by another stripper that "becky called out" and Crowley shifted through his borrowed mind "call davis and see if he can fill in" the stripper looked confused for a moment. "but…ladies night is Thursday" Crowley raised his brow, leaning in to whisper "but my rich friend here bats for both teams" Crowley answered. The stripper eyed dean in the background a handfull of boob from the girl giggling in his lap. A dark thought was passing her mind and it was obvious as she smiled to herself "oh, ok" Crowley leaned in "when he gets here tell him to talk to me, I have a idea. Tell him im going to pay him double today." the stripper looked concerned for a moment then a bit jealous but walked off on her errand.
Crowley was a happy man to see dean enjoying a lap dance from one girl while the body he had possessed all day now belonging to its owner dancing to Magdalena by a perfect circle in devil horn headband and tail.
Her robust tone body was just beautiful, her lips full and her face strong but feminine her neck was just long enough to be inciting as she turned to the music, lick and bite here there is space for it her neck said of itself as she ran a hand past it. Her shoulders muscled and her fingers long swept past a breast and the breasts themselves were large and the areola a thick up-slope to a dainty nipple.
Her other hand snaked across her belly, dancing as a job had given her a slight definition of muscle underneath the smooth dark skin, the skin itself a red brown she had a small patch of freckles on just one hip that Crowley found distracting, the shell of it holding the speckles to the lighting's color change. The girl turned mouth open and eyes closed hands touching her body in the turn a graceful and provocative swirl she faced away from the both of them and rolled her back.
Her dainty well muscled back rolling her hips to a obscenely gifted butt. The heart shape bounced slowly and dean was herd to make a "hell yes!" in approval. Crowley's ears caught a growl of lust from him, still in human range, the girl in his lap got up and left gracefully obviously no longer the center of attention. She gave Crowley a sour look, Crowley used his temporary position as manager to shrug and made a motion for her to get drinks.
When Crowley turned back dean had a lap full of the woman. She had her arms around deans neck and dean had her underwear in his teeth. When had that happened. The woman looked at Crowley and rolled her body against dean her legs opening at the end of the roll facing Crowley. She swirled her hips around and threw her head back dean leaned into her neck and licked it. She was mimicking being fucked while dean was licking her neck. A enticing invitation in her splayed legs Crowley was torn.
What to do, was she for real, he was wearing the manager was this a thing? Crowley searched his possessions mind. If that was for show it was one thing if it was a honest proposition it was another, and while Crowley could do it anyway the necessity to sweep the incident under the rug was it worth the effort? Crowley swallowed. Somewhere in his head Crowley manager in holding was rallied to irritation something about dean doing too much touching. Crowley came back to himself to find dean had his hand inside of her. deans arm laid across her belly the tension in her form and the dancing had blended into a actual mimicry of sex, her legs twitching. Crowley raised a brow, ah maybe this is how dean brought her home in the first place. She was making some quite beautiful noises and her hips jerked a wet dripped from her.
Crowley found himself appreciating the world a bit, palming a dick that wasn't his though he owned it currently he forced himself to look away. A moment later Dean laughed knowingly and caught Crowley's eye, dean licked his fingers and put them in his mouth sucking them dry while maintaining eye contact. Dean then ran his tongue on his teeth and looked at Crowley across the space grinning knowingly. Crowley looked in false unconcern a his drink tipping it at dean and drinking it. Crowley crossed his leg and patted his empty vessels back and looked at a wall away from dean for a moment lost in a aquard effort to calm himself.
Crowley excused himself to set up his own vengeance. Slightly unhappy it was retaliatory rather than original as he had planned, but great minds think alike. leaving dean to his fun, Crowley kept a ear on the room while he had a stripper throw on deans jacket that Crowley had grabbed from the room while dean was sufficiently distracted, watching dean screw the woman he had recently possessed while fun was giving him a genuine ache in his groin.
The man he possessed was not going to go for it and while Crowley could force it the smoothness of the man just thinking he had been incredibly drunk the next day rather than possessed was a close skate to what the man would actually do anyway. If he pushed the issue the necessary cover up and shushing was not worth the effort. Discretion ruled today, as most days.
Crowley sent in a bottle of something nice to the room where dean was, grabbing a shot glass Crowley drooped a small amount of liquid in the glass from a vial and swirled it while no one was looking. Something to sedate dean a bit while Crowley orchestrated. Being not by the Deanmon to babysit concerned Crowley.
Deftones knife party started playing in the room and three girls were dancing for dean. Crowley sat down in the room again and tried to contain a shiteating grin as dean was just as distracted as Crowley wanted he waved his dancer into the room, a man dressed in deans jacket and nothing else surreptitiously slid in and danced in front of Crowley.
The girls who had deans attention stopped mid motion and left, as Crowley had wanted them to. It had been a talented orchestration of getting dean the right amount of drunk, sedated, and distracted to sneak the man into the room while deans attention was diverted. deans eyes had hardened taking in the man grinding on Crowley's lap, Crowley was appreciating the haircut he had given the guy in the backroom. Just like deans Crowley thought the touch was worth the extra 60$ he had given the guy for it.
Crowley ran his hand through it and pulled the man to his chest and leaned into nuzzle the mans neck looking at dean. Deans eyes turned black and he shot up, waves of pissed rolling off him. But by now the sedative was in his system and he uselessly flopped back down, eyes going back.
Crowley had with inhuman speed covered the strippers eyes so he would not be able to see deans. The man had taken Crowley pinkie into his mouth and rolled his hips legs apart. Deans eyes piercing at Crowley took in his surprised reaction to the unexpected move his pinkie still in the strippers mouth a slight tremble in the hand… dean's eyes softened then he threw his head back and laughed.
Crowley leaned over the angel and withdrew the hex bag from its place taped to the underside of the first drawer of the nightstand. The thrashing Cas was too caught up in his own desperate need for a emotional outlet that he was starting to scream into the mattress. Crowley blood lingering in him found a twinge of pity which was quickly smothered by a sense of disgust for having it. How long until the angel was actually capable of tears? Crowley wondered.