sirenspull_logs | well i've always had a deep respect

Entry tags:

castiel,
crowley

well i've always had a deep respect

Who: Crowley [

integrity] and Castiel [

ofthursday]
When: The early morning hours of January 26th.
Where: The Black Market.
Summary: Crowley likes collecting things, especially those of the illegal variety. And Castiel needs to be babysat. Clearly the two should collide.
Warnings: It's Crowley in a black market with a Castiel that is not at all there. It is entirely possible something horrible will happen.

He was unafraid, as he stepped through the underworld of Siren's Port, calm and collected, without casting so much a cursory glance around him. He had a very specific purpose in mind, something very important to pick up, something essential -- and he had little time to waste in terms of wandering around and looking at things.

Unfortunately, Crowley had another thing to watch over, and that thing had a worse case of attention deficit disorder than Lindsey Lohan did while on crack. But Castiel poking around things he shouldn't while with Crowley was better than Castiel being by himself being a blood slave or harassed by Lucifer for information, so he dealt with the annoyance.

God, he had demons that were better directed than he was.

"You do not need a shrunken head," Crowley muttered, taking Castiel by the arm to make him keep walking.

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"There are no angels around." He said it with certainty; he wouldn't discuss such things if he thought it would get either of them killed.

"I haven't." He glanced over as well, giving the demon a look at that last comment. "I never had need, and I was essentially human for a long time." Coming down to this place, where he was certain he saw some people being sold, would have been incredibly stupid without some way to protect himself.

"Ah, I forgot, you think you're useless without a bunch of feathers attached to your metaphysical ball of guts," Crowley mused, stopping abruptly at a stall, offering a thin smile to the dealer in question, eyes flickering over the selection before he looked just behind the individual in question, toward a series of shelves.

There were a variety of things -- most of them packaged, but Crowley had his eyes on a smaller box, leather, with a tag on it. If he wanted to, he could simply steal it -- but business was business, and Crowley wasn't one to break a promise when one was made.

The dealer seemed to understand what Crowley was there for, stepping backwards to get what the demon had ordered. Crowley, in return, smiled rather politely before he turned back to Castiel.

"You could have used your pet moose for a shield," Crowley commented, watching another customer wander by.

Castiel wasn't good with emotions, or with colloquialisms, but he was good with words. And he caught that 'think' in Crowley's sentence, and it made him feel oddly a little better, if mostly subconsciously.

He watched Crowley's interaction with the shopkeeper carefully, then gave Crowley another look. "Sam is not a moose, Crowley. Nor is he a shield." Implying otherwise wasn't cool.

He was about to add more when everything spun for a moment and he took a few steps to the side, setting a hand on a table and leaning on it for support, drawing his senses back in and concentrating on staying upright. The dizzy spells were relatively common now--now surprise with the blood loss--but usually passed quickly enough if he just waited them out quietly. Not the best place to have one, but he was with the demon and not entirely defenseless himself, so surely it would be fine.

The shopkeeper returned with the package in question, setting it on the table, and was about to speak when Crowley spoke first, ignoring Castiel's statement about Sam entirely.

"Our pre-arranged payment -- "

And Crowley took Castiel by the arm to keep him steady, without looking over or missing a beat.

" -- no more and no less," Crowley said calmly, not blinking.

He felt Crowley's hand on his arm and heard him talking to the shopkeeper, the darkness fading from his vision after a few more seconds until he could look up again to watch the negotiation. He wondered briefly if Crowley would be paying in money, or in trade.

Crowley kept his hand on Castiel's arm for a moment or two more, just to ensure that the angel wasn't going to fall over -- but it was long enough for the shopkeeper to lean forward with something in his hand that glinted a particular color of silver.

"I had to jump through every hoop in the book to get this," he said in a quiet hiss, "so let's talk about renegotiation or your little present will go straight through your -- "

There was a large sudden growl from an invisible point just to Castiel's right as something stepped forward, rattling the table the hellhound that no one but Crowley could see gnashed her teeth together to be heard. The shopkeeper froze at the feeling of warm breath on his arm, a hair's breadth away from being torn in half by the dog, and he looked down suddenly to see where it was coming from.

Crowley smiled patiently.

"I haven't fed her all day." The demon placed a bag on the table, along with a wrapped package of what appeared to be money. "And I don't renegotiate, though seeing as you've done such a good job, you can happily have him for a sex slave," he added, jerking his head slightly toward Castiel as he picked up the box. He opened it slightly, to check the contents, before his smile grew to something that could almost be pleasant.

"Cheers."

And the demon left, not bothering to wait for Castiel or Growley to follow.

Castiel was silent, watching, suddenly tense as the shopkeeper's demeanor changed to threatening. However the arrival of the hellhound quickly eliminated that issue, and Castiel was about to ignore the shopkeeper entirely and ask Crowley what it was he'd just bought when he heard the demon's words.

Wait, what? HEY. Castiel glanced at Crowley, then the shopkeeper, than back at Crowley. "You are joking." He stated, flatly in a way that made it clear his assessment had better be correct rather than that he knows it is, before turning a warning look toward the shopkeeper and then beginning after Crowley.

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Crowley made no movement to turn back -- which made the shopkeeper rather confident that the demon was serious. However, when the shopkeeper made his move to grab Castiel by the arm, the hellhound snapped her jaws shut millimeters away from his fingers, and he immediately yanked his arm backwards, cursing to himself. Growley then pushed her nose into Castiel's back, to make him keep walking, offering a parting snarl of warning to the keeper before they pushed forward after Crowley.

The demon was leaning against a wall, several blocks down, sliding the package into his coat as he waited for the hellhound and the angel to catch up. When he saw them approach, he looked entertained, but didn't move from his position on the wall.

"Good girl," Crowley said mildly to his dog, which received a warm huff of a bark in return. When that was out of the way, the demon turned his attention to Castiel, with half a grin. "What, you decided to turn down the high and mighty life of the prostitute? Snob."

Castiel's eyes narrowed at Crowley's back, and he turned to look at the shopkeeper once more just in time for the man to reach for his arm and Growley to snap at him. Castiel really liked that hellhound

As she pushed him forward, he reached out with a tendril of telekinesis and slammed the shopkeeper's face into the table. A waste of energy, but he felt satisfied, and allowed Growley to keep pushing him until they met up with Crowley.

Castiel gave the demon a flat look at that comment. "That wasn't funny, Crowley."

Crowley laughed underneath his breath, pushing himself up off of the wall in order to take a step forward, close enough to rest a hand on his dog's head for a moment or two before he glanced at the angel, still amused.

"If they won't threaten to sell you into slavery, then what good are friends for?"

The demon then turned on his heel to continue walking down the length of the mall, hands now in his pockets. Growley paused for only a second or two before nudging Castiel in the direction of her master, whining slightly, but Crowley called over his shoulder, clearly expecting Castiel to follow him.

"Come on -- I've one more thing to get and you've already made me late."

"I don't believe that is considered part of being a good friend." But he wasn't entirely sure. And talking about being friends was oddly nice in a way, something he immediately shoved out of his mind.

He followed after the demon, a hand on Growley's shoulder as he walked both to keep track of the hellhound and to keep himself steady. "What is it? What did you acquire back there?"

He ignored Castiel's argument entirely, instead focusing on the questions. Those were much easier to answer.

"A knife made out of iridium," Crowley said mildly, though he did drop back next to Castiel to say it, so no one else could hear, "in exchange for a soul. And some money." The demon shrugged a shoulder lightly. "I heard he was in possession of one, so I decided I wanted it. And as for what I'm getting now -- "

He patted his hellhound lightly.

"Nothing of great importance."

"Iridium." Castiel repeated quietly, trying to place in his mind what the weapon would be used for, but he was having trouble concentrating. He needed to go rest some more, but that could wait.

"What is it then?" He pressed, curious. No, he couldn't just wait and see.

"A way to silence you forever from asking annoyingly persistent questions," Crowley responded, casting him something of a flat look, "though I may not have to, given how pale you are. I may have Growley just take you home."

The dog nosed Castiel in the side briefly, almost as if to do just that, but Crowley's fingers twitched, and the hellhound relaxed, resuming her steady pace. No teleportation of Castiel just yet. Message received, loud and clear.

"You could simply answer my questions." Castiel suggested, unbothered, though he did tense for a moment as he braced for the hellhound to suddenly teleport him. When it didn't come he relaxed a little, patting Growley on the shoulder.

Growley, at the pat, licked Castiel's hand with a soft 'woof' of approval at the gesture. Crowley took the time to roll his eyes at his dog's pathetic attachment to the angel past an entirely professional relationship ~~which she most certainly did not pick up from her master~~ before answering.

"I could also go back to that gentleman and assure him that my offer of selling you for a sex slave was entirely serious."

And he gestured over his shoulder slightly, with half a grin.

"I do think he liked you. Maybe you were his type. Or maybe his wife would've liked a Christmas present. I hear trenchcoats are the new fetish."

"Amusing." Castiel was picking up sarcasm from his time in the Port so far, especially considering who he hung around with. "I could simply leave."

Not that he wanted to; he was still curious as to what Crowley was up to, after all. "And you never answered my question. What did you get from him?"

"You could leave, but you won't, because you don't know what I've received today save for a knife that has little interest for you," Crowley said mildly, sliding his hands back into his pockets as he whistled slightly underneath his breath. Growley immediately moved forward, though not enough for Castiel's hand to slip off of her, and Crowley began to walk forward again, seemingly about to let it go, until he turned on his heel to walk backwards, facing Castiel again.

"But I will give you a hint, seeing as you've behaved yourself for longer than ten seconds, should you want one."

...All true and it's not like Castiel had anywhere better to be. So he just sighed and started following after the demon again, hand still on Growley's side.

"Fine. What is the hint?"

"It's something with a religious connotation," Crowley said after a moment or two of thought, still walking backwards. People who had any common sense got out of his way -- Crowley was apparently a regular down here, enough to be recognized as someone not to be messed with. "An extraordinarily famous religious connotation."

"There are several things fitting that description. Which religion?" Castiel asked, already beginning to go through ideas in his head, totally ignoring their surroundings but noticing people moving aside for Crowley, which is interesting.

"Various sects of Christianity, specifically Catholicism. They have something of a fascination with it. It's also a large fixture in the pop culture realm of the world, though you'd know nothing about that because you live underneath a rock, and Indiana Jones probably sounds like a car company to you."

Growley woofed appreciatively.

"That was a laugh at your expense," Crowley informed the angel.

"Indiana Jones sounds like a state." Castiel corrected, mentally going over everything that might fit that description. His normally lightning-fast though processes were a little dampened by blood loss, though.

Also ignoring that last comment, because the dog did not just laugh at him.

"It's a movie franchise worth billions of dollars, moron."

Growley nudged Castiel slightly to the left, to avoid him running into a rather sketchy looking individual, but continued walking forward after her master, the very image of docile beast.

"Still haven't got it?" Crowley asked, after a few moments of silence to let Castiel think. "And with this day our daily bread," Crowley hummed to himself as he turned around to walk properly, "and forgive us all our trespasses -- "

"I don't watch movies." Castiel told him, as though this should be completely obvious, which it really shoulder. He didn't exactly noticed Growley moving him, just sort of going with the flow, a little dazed and in his own world. When the demon spoke again, though, it clicked and Castiel gave him the flattest of looks. "You are attempting to buy the Holy Grail?"

Really? Really?

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