“You have very nice hair.”
“You have very nice hair.”
Sam was at a loss, his face flushing a dark red as the King of Hell slurred the words, practically draped across the table. He turned to Castiel for answers, watching as the angel cleared his throat uncomfortably.
“From my understanding, Rowena tried placing a curse on Crowley. I don’t think she was aware that it’s supposed to target angels and not demons.” Sam listened to the words, frowning as he watched the demon from the corner of his eyes.
“She’s an expert, though. Doesn’t a mistake that mundane seem suspicious to you?” Castiel titled his head, before humming.
“Normally, it would. However, she hadn’t had this book for very long and there were apparently pages that were coded in Enochian. It’s possible that a word was translated incorrectly.” Sam considered that, giving a small nod. He flushed more when he felt Crowley’s gaze on him again, the demon watching him again with a soft look.
It only made Sam flush more, insides tingling at the adoring look.
“What was the spell she cast meant to do?” Sam asked instead, trying to ignore the way Crowley was watching him and smiling at him. “I take it you know the curse she tried to place on him?” Castiel’s gaze hardened for a moment as the angel nodded.
“The curse she tried to use is meant to forcibly extract an angel's grace and destroy it,” Castiel explained. “Which is why I believe the issue was a matter of mistranslation. She was likely trying to exorcise Crowley, while also killing his demonic presence at the same time.” Sam froze at the words as he stole another glance at the demon, who still had his gaze glued to him.
“You look lovely today, Moose.” Sam ripped his gaze away, wishing the ground would swallow him when Castiel looked back and forth between them, before settling on giving Crowley an odd look. “But you’re gorgeous every day, aren’t you?”
The amused look Castiel sent him made Sam want to hide his flushing face into his hands and groan at the unfairness of it all. At this point, he didn’t want to know all of the effects the misread curse would have on the demon. Knowing the blunt angel, Castiel would likely tell him anyway.
“Even though I am no expert at witchcraft, I believe the curse should wear off within a few hours. Demons and angels both have a higher tolerance towards magic, and since the curse was already incorrectly applied, it shouldn’t last longer than a day on him,” Castiel looked between the two of them again and Sam was alarmed to see a small smirk form on his lips. “It appears that the curse acts as an intoxicant truth spell on demons,” Sam practically choked on his own spit as his lips parted, eyes automatically finding Crowley’s again.
“You look wonderful in that shade of green, darling. It brings out your beautiful eyes,” Sam felt his breath stutter at the confession, glaring at Castiel when the angel coughed in amusement. “You’re my favorite, Moose. Did you know that? Squirrel has nothing on you, darling.”
If Sam didn’t know any better, Castiel was edging his way to the exit, looking at Sam with another small smirk.
“I’ll let you handle it from here, Sam. Pray to me if you need my assistance,” Sam huffed, going to open his mouth in outrage and demand Castiel to say, but the angel disappeared with a pop.
“Looks like it’s just you and me, Moose,” Crowley’s voice rang through the empty room, making Sam look at the demon again. “Which is how I prefer it,” The demon purred and Sam groaned to himself, wondering how he was going to respond to anything Crowley said.
Finally, he settled on something, his face a dark flush.
“I’m not letting you make a move on me while you’re intoxicated with a curse,” Sam’s voice cut through the silence, face burning more as he carefully said his next words, Crowley oddly silent for once. “Once the curse wears off though, and if you’re still interested…I..” Sam awkwardly. “I would love to kiss you,” Sam admitted, wanting to hide his face at his confession that had been hidden in his chest for years.
“Is that so, Sam?” Crowley’s voice was soft and when Sam looked at him, there was an expression of pure longing on the demon. “It seems we both want the same thing then, love.”
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When the curse finally broke, Crowley tugged Sam down for a kiss that was so full of devotion and longing that Sam immediately melted into it, kissing back with a desperation he didn’t know he possessed.
