Dean scowled, taking a tiny step towards the demon, “You son of a bitch,” He spat hoarsely, attempting to mask the desperation in his face. He stole a brief glance at the two soldiers of heaven beside him, eyes lingering a bit longer on the younger of the two, before flicking his gaze back on the complacent monster in front of him. Dean twitched his chin at Crowley’s more than obvious comment, running a tongue across his teeth, “What do you want, Crowley?” The demon’s dexterity for self-preservation was more than a huge pain in the hunter’s ass at this point. He just wanted this to be over.
Castiel glanced back at Dean when Dean looked at him. He knew Dean’s temper better than anyone else. He knew how Dean reacted when it came down to Sam: reckless. All it would take was for Crowley to say the wrong thing at the wrong time and Dean would make one stupid move. Castiel was half tempted to zap Dean out of there but that would be overstepping boundaries. He did the next best thing - he took a few steps closer to Dean so if anything were to happen, he could push Dean out of the way and face Crowley himself.
Then Dean asked Crowley what he wanted and Castiel’s glance snapped back towards the hunter. “You’re not here to negotiate.” Because negotiation with the King of Hell was too close to a demon deal and there was no way Castiel was letting that happen. On the other hand, Castiel himself had things to offer. He calmly turned back to Crowley. “Leave the Winchesters out of it and name your price.”
Standing atop one pile of dead demons, she watched as more of them emerged. A sigh passed her lips as she rested the scythe on one of her shoulders, scratching the back of her head. “Why are there so many of these damn things? It’s like Crowley makes them out of thin air.” she muttered, spinning the scythe again and smirking. “Well, more for me to take my anger out on then.” she said, leaping from the pile of bodies and landing in front of it, wobbling slightly. “COME AND GET ME!” she cheered, smirking slightly as they approached her yet again. Well, at least I got a few seconds of a break.
Gabriel waited a bit impatiently for everyone to just shut up for a minute and, really? Shouldn’t everyone be used to Crowley and his ways by now? But his thoughts digressed.
“Crowls, seriously. Just let me go get him. You know you’ll have other chances.”
Crowley smirked at Dean, "I have exactly what I want, why would you assume I needed more?" He took a few steps closer toward the human, a brow raised as his hands stayed in his pockets.
Lolling his head toward the youngest of the angels, he simply laughed, "I have no business with you, Castiel. You haven't even the slightest interest in being here, do you? Dean simply roped you in. You're like the Robin to his Batman." He teased before his face grew serious.
Looking back to Gabriel, he moved away from Dean and toward the archangel, "Other chances?" He repeated incredulously, "Not like this." He mused aloud, a tinge of excitement to his voice. "The moose sought me out. He seemed delighted for me to oblige him. Such a small favour he asked for." He let the words roll from his tongue easily. "And I would never deny the young man what he wanted." He stepped closer to Gabriel, "If my knowledge proves correct, neither would you."
