BUREAUCRACY IN ACTION
Notes
We're heading back to Smutville. This chapter paves the road with wicked intentions. The next chapters should be smut only, so... the full versions will be on arcihveofourown.
There are still a few weeks till Season 10 and I'll just use some pretext for more Crowley x Naomi interaction, without in any way trying to guess what the new season will bring.
Disclaimer
Supernatural is a television series, created by Eric Kripke, produced by Kripke Enterprises, Wonderland Sound and Vision and Warner Bros. Television, distributed by Warner Bros. Television
Chapter title – a rip off "Saving Private Ryan" :)
Saving Archangel Michael
Of all the stupid things!
Crowley was seething. How could anyone be so intelligent and so bloody stupid at the same time! Dean was right. Angels are dicks! Even female looking angels. Dicks!
Running down the line of how the Cage got opened, Crowley found himself in the same room of the monastery where he had fucked Naomi. Because stupid him, hormonally challenged him, blind and idiot him, didn't wonder too much what was Naomi researching in that particular library.
He replayed their encounter in his mind and cursed for a while, loud and filthy. She must have enjoyed the sex, but at least at the beginning, she had played being helpless to distract him. He remembered her reaction when he pretended to reach for a book after nearly kissing her. He remembered her throwing all the papers off the table while apparently trying to escape his grip. He remembered her stacking everything, in a pile arranged in such a way that he couldn't see even the titles of the books on their binders or their covers.
And yet, he was sure than the rest hadn't been a lie. Not her reaction to him. Not her story. Fucking hell, the story had to be true for her to go off the deep end like that! Losing Dean to the dark side had probably unhinged her enough to open the Cage to free Michael. Her precious commander.
Now the Cage was open, and both remaining archangels were roaming the Earth. There was no trace of an epic battle, which meant what? That they worked together? Crowley almost made the sign at the cross at that. Michael and Lucifer working together would be a very unhappy outcome for someone who had been part of the team that locked them in the Cage.
When he got back to the Winchesters bunker, he was his usual forthcoming self. Which meant the told them about 80% of the truth. The important 20% he kept for himself were the details surrounding her identity. He was going to cheer the day when the last bit of feelings for that scheming, devious, perverted angel was going to leave him.
Crowley was more powerful than ever before. Even the second coming of Lucifer didn't make him cower. The time for playing the inoffensive young demon was long gone. He wasn't stupid enough to challenge Lucifer on the field of battle. All he had to do was play on his strengths. And his strength had always been information. That and using the Winchesters for the really dangerous bits.
While Sam and Dean Winchester were pouring over books and talking to Castiel and any angel they could, trying to come up with a plan, Crowley wasted no time going to the only source they couldn't access because they all thought she was dead.
This time, it was even easier for Crowley to track down Naomi. Not only his powers had grown considerably, but his naughty angel was no longer alone. He found her and a nearly catatonic Michael living in an idyllic New Hampshire house. Crowley snuck in while she was away, and studied Michael. There was no trace of Adam Winchester he cold discern. There wasn't as much of Michael as he had expected.
Crowley made himself a tea, and waited for her.
"Missed me?" he asked when she saw him.
She gasped and her gaze ran toward Michael's room.
"He's fine," Crowley said, contempt dripping in his tone. "At least, I haven't done anything to him."
"He's hurt," she said.
Her serious tone was all the opening he needed to set up the deal.
"You know you can't protect him. Lucifer will recover soon. He will try to get Sam again."
He watched her shiver. He knew she was going to do anything he asked if he did it right.
"What will happen if you take him to Heaven?" he asked.
"He would be safe," she answered.
"Really? Than why haven't you taken him there? It's more important for you to be dead for everyone than Michael's safety?"
She looked at him. Crowley could read hate and gratitude in that look. He was forcing her to admit yet another uncomfortable truth.
"If he gets to Heaven, he'll probably refuse to fight Lucifer," she said.
He had guessed correctly. After decades of scheming together, apparently he was getting to know how her mind worked. The mission came before her siblings, before her boss. Once, the mission had come before her sort of son. Crowley hadn't forgotten that Naomi had agreed to the plan in which Sam would go into the Cage with Lucifer just to protect humanity. That was their core programming.
"His best chance is to be with the Winchesters. You know that That's why you made it so easy for me to find it."
She didn't have to admit it aloud. It was written all over her.
"I'll take your commander to safety. I'll keep Moose out of trouble, as much as I can. But you, my lady, are too dangerous to be left wondering the Earth unchecked."
Her head snapped up at this.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You obey me. You put your knowledge at my disposal. You lend me the scheming power of this twisted brain," he said, his index finger touching the middle of her forehead.
"Crowley," she tried to protest, but he put a finger on her lips.
"You obey me, Naomi," he repeated. "You will reside in my dungeon for as long as I have need of you. You will be in chains. You will be mine. Mine to use. Any... way... I... want."
He let the words sink in. Michael's safety for her freedom.