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How did we end up here?
His arms around me, somehow managing to be strong and intimidating, yet also gentle and comforting. He kept kissing my neck, and when he found my hand he squeezed it reassuringly.
Castiel had been startled, but not put off by Crowley’s proposition.
“You can’t be serious.” The angel glanced around the bar. “You’ve set a trap.” His rose to leave. Crowley shook his head. “No trap.”
“You expect me to follow you to a second location?”
“No tricks. Honest.” Crowley gestured at the door. “Shall we?”
Castiel finished off the beer. Working with the King of Hell was… difficult. He shook his head. “Not a good idea.”
“You can trust me.”
“You’re a literal demon.”
Crowley sighed. “You’re so difficult.” He reached out and grabbed Castiel’s hand, making the two reappear on some dark roof.
“What are you doing?” Castiel backed away. He started for his blade.
“Bring it out, if that makes you feel better. I’m not trying to hurt you.” Crowley’s smile seemed tired and dull.
Castiel put his hands in his pockets, his countenance shifting to a quizzical expression. “Then why am I here?”
Crowley gestured for the angel to follow him. He sat down on the edge of the roof, and patted the space beside him. Castiel joined him, wary of his every movement.
“You can relax. I’m not armed at all. No tricks, I swear. You remember that day on the hill.”
“I do.” Castiel took a deep breath, reminding himself that Crowley hadn’t made any attempt to harm him that day.
“I wanted to talk with you. As of late, you’ve been more stressed.”
“You’re not wrong.” Castiel folded his hands in his lap.
Crowley touched Castiel’s shoulder. “Are you alright?”
Castiel nodded. “I believe so.”
Crowley rubbed his hands together. “We may both hold a certain sense of disdain for one another, but you don’t mind me.”
“I don’t.”
Crowley slowly moved his hand to be on the angel’s. The angel felt a quick ache in his chest which made him decide to let the demon hold his hand. Crowley sighed, pleased. “Almost thought you might stab me, for a moment there.”
“I don’t mind.” Castiel put a hand on Crowley’s shoulder, and held the other one, squeezing it as he spoke. “Crowley, you don’t have any affection for me, do you?”
Crowley let go of his hand abruptly. “I think you should leave. I’ll meet up with you next week.”
“Did I offend you? I didn’t mean to.” Castiel moved his arm around Crowley. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”
Crowley touched Castiel’s face. The angel winced at first, then relaxed, leaning into Crowley’s touch. “I trust you.” Castiel said, though he still felt somewhat unsure.
Crowley stood up, and pulled Castiel to his feet. Castiel looked down at him, still holding onto his hand. Crowley cupped the angel’s face, and pulled on his tie, guiding him into a kiss. Castiel enjoyed it immensely. the demon’s lips were tender yet aggressive. They sparked something in him. Castiel’s hands were suddenly on Crowley’s neck. Castiel kissed him back roughly, making them appear in another place so he could slam Crowley against a wall. He hardly remembered to breathe. Crowley felt… different than he usually did. Castiel pressed up against him, leaving no room between the two.
“I thought,” Crowley said between kisses. “You weren’t dominant.”
Castiel kissed him again. He eased up on the demon, his touch less harsh. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Crowley pulled on Castiel’s tie again. Castiel kissed him, succumbing to Crowley’s rather tempting touch. Castiel grinded against him, enjoying the feeling of his body on Crowley.
Crowley made them appear by a bed. He took off his jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt.
Castiel took a step back. “What are—erm—“ He glanced at the bed, then at the now half naked Crowley. He nervously clutched at his trench coat.
“Did I misunderstand?” Crowley looked apologetic. “Ah.” He made them appear on the roof. “Have a good night.”
Castiel took them back to the bedroom. “Do you mind if I stay?”
“Not at all.” Crowley took off his socks and shoes, and got in the bed. He started flicking through the television channels.
Castiel took off his socks and shoes as well, but decided he wanted his trench coat, along with everything else, on. He moved over by Crowley, and they put their arms around each other. Crowley even leaned on Castiel. “Anything you want to watch? You never understand any references.”
“Dean always recommends Busty Asian Babes 2, but wouldn’t I need to see the first one? I don’t quite understand.”
“Your boyfriend is stupid. That’s a pornography flick.”
“He’s not my ‘boyfriend’.”
“Don’t you start with the air quotes.” Crowley warned. “And I’ve seen how you two look at each other when the other isn’t paying attention.”
“He’s recommending me pornography?” Castiel choose to address that rather than the possibility of Dean caring about him like he cared about the Winchester.
“Certainly. Have you ever… seen any?”
“Only with Sam and Dean.”
Crowley scoffed. “You and the Winchesters have a threesome, or something?”
“Er-no. Dean had just been watching some earlier, so,” Castiel felt a little hot.
“You and him… I could see it happening. Leave Moose to me, however.”
“Sam?”
“Of course. That stupidly huge hunk has just got to be good for something. And he has demon blood in him. We are a match made in heaven, you could say.” Crowley looked over at Castiel, turning the television off. “That’s enough about Sam and Dean.”
“Agreed.”