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Careful What You Wish For	By : HeadmasterFelix Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2299 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mea Culpa
"Castiel, who art in... well, a Winchester, probably, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom came, thy will were done, on Earth as it was in Heaven. None of that went well, by the way," he paused. "Is that enough of a prayer? I never can tell. Look, I'm sorry about the other night. Truly. Mea culpa and all that. Why don't you come over so we can chat. I sense there's some air we need to clear."
Cas made him wait, but a few minutes later he arrived in the too-luxurious hotel room Crowley had procured.
"Ah, Angel, lovely for you to join me," he was reclining in an overstuffed chair, a glass of scotch in one hand.
"Get to the point," he was clearly still irritated.
He stood up to refill his drink. "You sure I can't offer you a refreshment before we get down to business?"
"Get to the point, Crowley," his voice was more forceful this time.
"Fine, fine, sheesh." After pouring and taking another swig of the scotch, he turned to face Castiel. "So you and Sam finally hooked up, eh?"
"That's none of your business."
Crowley laughed. "Funny, that's exactly what he said."
Cas considered that momentarily. "So you've spoken with Sam about this?"
"About what?"
"About the night he and I spent together."
Crowley smirked, "Oh, about that. Nope, not really. Wasn't even certain there was such a thing."
Castiel gave a grunt of frustration. "Fine, you got it out of me. Sam Winchester and I were intimate. So what?"
"So- So what? That's brilliant, Cas. You did exactly as I hoped you would. Now it's just time for phase three."
"Phase three?" He didn't want to get ahead of himself. "What were phases one and two?"
Another swig of scotch. "I swear we went over this. Phase one, I fuck him. Phase two, you fuck him - or, whatever it is you do behind closed doors."
He furrowed his brow. "I'm sorry, what exactly is this plan again?"
"I call it the 'Help out Moose, piss off Squirrel, and have fun doing it' plan."
Castiel was clearly skeptical about the whole thing. "Uh-huh... and, as you pointed out the last time we met like this, Dean would be upset because he hates you and wants to... what was it... 'shag' me?"
"Exactly right, DeeDee."
He didn't care to ask about his new nickname. "Okay, I'm caught up to your asinine plan. What's phase three?"
"Well, a Winchester sandwich, obviously."
He narrowed his eyes and tried to make sense of that statement for longer than it should have taken.
"A threesome, you idiot," Crowley barked with impatience. "You and I are going to fulfill every wish of his we're capable of and fuck him."
"Idiot? Me? You're the one with this ridiculous plan and this atrocious hotel room."
"Hey, you leave the hotel room out of it!"
"And what is that swill that you're drinking? It reeks from here," now Cas was digging in just to be hurtful.
Crowley's jaw dropped with shock. He slammed his glass down. "Hey! The fine people of the isle of Lagavulin do quite wonderfully for themselves and I won't sit here while you assault the fruits of their labor!" He took a few steps towards Castiel, finger pointing accusatorily.
"Assault?" Castiel scoffed. "You mean like how your men tried to assault my daughter?" He nearly closed the gap between them.
"Your daughter?! Hah! That's a laugh. I think you mean the abandoned, neglected, street-rat, orphan daughter of the man whose body you stole," he crossed a line and he knew it long before the words had left his lips.
Castiel grabbed Crowley by the throat, their faces only inches away.
"That's it, angel. Get it out," he gripped Castiel's wrist but made no attempt to remove his hand.
"How dare you."
"Yes, yes, how dare I point out how much pain and suffering you've caused," he was egging him on.
Castiel seethed but did little else.
"Come on, pet. We've been through more together than you give us credit for. I can take this side of you - I'll embrace the rage and hatred that would send those delicate Winchesters running. So let it out."
"I don't have any rage," Castiel's grip tightened.
"Yeah, no, of course not. You're dealing splendidly with your failures and the horrors you've unleashed on the world."
"I've done my penance," he was trying to be determined.
"Yeah, yeah... how much penance does one do for the murder of millions, exactly? And those angels - the ones who fell from heaven because of your naivete - do their deaths require more penance than the humans who died from your idiotic meddling?"
"What... are you doing?" his voice was strained.
"And still, after all the god-awful things you've done to his most splendid creation, dear old dad still can't be arsed to show up," he smirked, waiting for the angel to crack.
Castiel's breathing was heavy, and he struggled to decipher his feelings.
"Come now, Angel. Work out that tension before you take it out on someone who doesn't deserve it." Crowley put his hand to Castiel's chest and lightly tugged at his tie. "I promise it'll be worth your time."
He knew exactly what the demon was getting it, and somehow it made perfect sense to indulge.
"Yes, that's it, love," he could feel a shift in Castiel's grip.
"No."
He looked hurt. "No? What do you mean, no?"
"I mean no," he let go of Crowley. "Thursday night, eight o'clock. I'll make sure Sam's ready and Dean's out for the night," and with that he was gone.
The King of Hell rubbed his now-free neck and shook his head. "Right, yeah, great, I'll clear my schedule and bring the wine," he spoke to an empty room.
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