The tense moment between Castiel suddenly sitting up and then pitching forward against Crowley's shoulder was, to the demon, a considerably long one. While he trusted Castiel not to do anything stupid in his presence, he was still an angel, and when unpredictable -- well, that could spell death for a demon like him.
The sudden weight didn't do much for Crowley's state of being, though -- and the demon immediately was held upward by his dog as he weakly tried to shove Castiel backwards.
"Kitten, wake up before I send you to the emergency room and you wake up in a bloody hospital again," Crowley growled underneath his breath as he shoved again at the angel, to get him off of him.
It was not working out very well.
"I understand I possess a certain amount of rougish charm, but get off," Crowley hissed, this time going for exasperation and frustration. Surely being somewhat inappropriate would cause the angel to snap back out of unconsciousness.
Nope.
"Get off of me or I am ripping out Dean Winchester's stomach and feeding it to my dog," Crowley wheezed, his free hand dropping to the side, exhausted.
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The sudden weight didn't do much for Crowley's state of being, though -- and the demon immediately was held upward by his dog as he weakly tried to shove Castiel backwards.
"Kitten, wake up before I send you to the emergency room and you wake up in a bloody hospital again," Crowley growled underneath his breath as he shoved again at the angel, to get him off of him.
It was not working out very well.
"I understand I possess a certain amount of rougish charm, but get off," Crowley hissed, this time going for exasperation and frustration. Surely being somewhat inappropriate would cause the angel to snap back out of unconsciousness.
Nope.
"Get off of me or I am ripping out Dean Winchester's stomach and feeding it to my dog," Crowley wheezed, his free hand dropping to the side, exhausted.