[It's a harsh order -- but to Meg or Castiel, Crowley doesn't specify. The demon slides his fingers to Castiel's cheek, to get the angel to focus, eyes narrowed as he tries to focus his powers... but nothing happens. No spark of magic, no force of energy, nothing. The only ounce of power he has is the ability to breathe and Crowley has to force down the sudden urge to vomit at the thought, because there is something much more important at stake.
The Leviathan aren't dead. That much is obvious by how Castiel is whining at him to leave, but seeing as the angel still has his coat sleeve in his fingers and Crowley is unable to teleport, the demon dismisses the plea.]
Listen to me carefully. I need you to tell me what the weapon did.
[It's quiet, but firm, and he tilts Castiel's head so the angel can look at him, fingers pressing into his temples.]
no subject
[It's a harsh order -- but to Meg or Castiel, Crowley doesn't specify. The demon slides his fingers to Castiel's cheek, to get the angel to focus, eyes narrowed as he tries to focus his powers... but nothing happens. No spark of magic, no force of energy, nothing. The only ounce of power he has is the ability to breathe and Crowley has to force down the sudden urge to vomit at the thought, because there is something much more important at stake.
The Leviathan aren't dead. That much is obvious by how Castiel is whining at him to leave, but seeing as the angel still has his coat sleeve in his fingers and Crowley is unable to teleport, the demon dismisses the plea.]
Listen to me carefully. I need you to tell me what the weapon did.
[It's quiet, but firm, and he tilts Castiel's head so the angel can look at him, fingers pressing into his temples.]
Quickly, kitten.
[Before he dies.]