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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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HI I’M LIVING
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Send me a “✔” if my replies have ever made you fangirl/boy
And the great dragon was thrown down, that ancient serpent, who is called the devil and Satan, the deceiver of the whole world—he was thrown down to the earth, and his angels were thrown down with him.
-Revelation 12:7-9
"He’d been an angel once. He hadn’t meant to Fall. He’d just hung around with the wrong people."
-Good Omens, page 23
DONT EVER THINK ABOUT CROWLEY FALLING AND REGRETTING IT DONT EVER THINK ABOUT AZIRAPHALE BEING THERE DURING IT DONT EVER THINK ABOUT THOSE TWO AT THE SAME TIME
- Sadaf/tumblr user sadaffodils
WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT
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Gabby placed the little spider plant on the doorstep, fussing over the leaves a little and murmuring reassurances to it as she fixed the little red bow around it's pot, attaching the note before smiling sadly to herself then straitening and making her way down the street, disappearing with a flick of her wrist when she reached the end.Â
-note-Â
'Dear Crowley,Â
I was doing some work in my garden and thought you might like this. She's quite young, a cutting I took from one of my larger plants and... encouraged a bit. I'm sure she'll make a lovely addition to your collection, and don't worry, she's a perfectly ordinary plant, aside from being quite a bit more hardy that others of her species, so your usual method of encouraging your plants to grow should work fine, even if she is a little more defiant about it than others.Â
I know my presence has been hard on you, and I'm sorry for it. You're a peculiar demon and I would be lying if I said I wasn't quite fond of you and your methods of tempting people. I'm glad I met you, you brave little demon. You have a bigger heart than you let on, but don't worry, you're plenty enough a menace to cover it up.Â
Gabby'
[whoops I accidentally feelsed a little]
The instant he'd finished reading the note, it disintegrated into ash in his hand. Frowning, he lifted a hand to do the same to the plant and hesitated. Taking one of the leaves in his fingers, he ran a thumb along the waxy surface, then blessed under his breath in irritation.
Half an hour later, he balanced the pot on his hip as he climbed out of the Bentley and arranged it on the doorstep of the Device-Pulsifer cottage, tucking a note beneath the ribbon. He fixed the leaves, giving them a gentle spritz with his water bottle. After a moment of hesitation, he ruffled the leaves as an uncle might his favorite nephew's hair. Then, without looking back, he made his way back to the Bentley and pulled away.Â
Gabby bites her lip, stifling a giggle and manages to make herself pull a somewhat serious face, she'd never intended to upset him after all, just mess with him a little "I'm sorry Crowley, you know it was never meant to be derogatory, at least it was meant in that way" she bowed her head slightly, genuinely apologetic, and hoped it would be enough.
His ears ringing even from that quiet remark, he gave a slight cringe. The problem was that he liked God. He really did.
But he was a demon.
Being friendly with Aziraphale was bad enough. If word got 'round that he was chatting with God, he would be on the rack Down There for at least the next few centuries.
"Think nothing of it."
Hello little snake, how are you fairing today?
Finding myself, as ever, incredibly tired of the moniker 'little snake'.Â
“Anthony Crowley. I’m something of a true crime enthusiast.” With a serpentine grin from behind his sunglasses, Crowley offered his hand.Â
There was a moment of hesitance before he reached out to shake the man’s hand—brief and uncertain—before pulling his hand back to his side once more. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Obscured yellow eyes swept over the man in front of him. "And you. I appreciate what you do to stop the sort of bastards with no regard for human life." And for once, this was true. Crowley liked humans, and there was something particularly evil about the sort that did to their own kind what people like the Shrike had done. Perhaps because it reminded him so vividly of Heaven's brand of justice. "If I am making you uncomfortable, of course, it's not my intention."
#an accurate summary of their entire relationship
There may come a time when I don’t reblog this post but that day is not this day.Â
If I ever don’t reblog this, its because I’m dead.
Reblog if you would continue watching Supernatural if Dean and Castiel became a canon couple
If you would stop watching, reblog this post.
This is an experiment to test the effects of this relationship on the viewing audience.
+Â youoldserpent
    “’Office hours’ are over, I’m afraid—” “So unless you are here for something else..?”
"My apologies. Traffic was hell." Crowley turned toward the door with a smile, but he didn't remove the dark glasses despite being indoors. "Anthony Crowley. I was wondering, in fact, if you're accepting new patients. Your name was given to me by a very old friend."