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« Craig. Aged 30 years at least. I've been drinking it since grade school. » 

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   ❛ trust me, i'm a tailor. ❜

   so the poor sod hadn't found his witch yet. that pulled at crowley's    heart strings... almost. 

    ❛ i suppose you can stay the night... but you lay a hand on one hair of my witch's    head & i'll make you wish you'd never been born. got it? ❜

"I’m not so sure." Finn returned as he dusted off the suit and made sure he was presentable. "I am simply following the call of my witch, I have been led to believe that she resides in this town. I was merely taking shelter in your home for the night as I have been unable to secure lodgings in the town yet and my animal form is not made for such conditions." 

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    ❛ & what's got your feathers in a bunch, lover boy? ❜

          “enough jokes, crowley.               what do you want ?" 

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  ❛ now listen here you little pip squeak. ❜

  crowley grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. 

  ❛ i ask a question - you answer. we'll get along just fine then. ❜

"You’re sayin’ that now. Later you’re gonna complain again. We been through that." Dean gave a small smirk. "None of your business, old man.” 

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  ❛ finds his way about then, does he? ❜ 

  crowley couldn't help himself, & snickered before moving on.  

  ❛ Ah young love, so very... ❜ exploitable  ❛ refreshing. hopefully i'll be    seeing you in my store soon concerning a wedding gown.��❜

          "Well, that’s alright. Not everyone need be.                I’m just a hopeless romantic, I guess.”

         Not her fault that the whole day just sounded so appealing.          A day to celebrate the greatest thing on God’s green Earth?          Certainly something she wanted to be a part of in any and          every fashion.

          "Oh he’s not. He’s not lost."

         She blushed and brushed a lock of hair back.

         "My  parents come  home soon.  I reckon              he’s going to ask to court me.”

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    That was it? That was all he was going to... 

    ❛ do i want a--       no i don't want a sandwich. what's the matter with you? ❜

   Perhaps Castiel should have had more of a reaction to the sudden appearance of Crowley, but he can’t quite muster up that type of energy, and there’s the fact he doesn’t particularly care about much at the moment.

   Instead, he holds out a plate with a sandwich.

          “Do you want one?”

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     ❛ you're a funny looking guy. ❜

       he should be used to the staring        by now, but the stare he’s getting        from the guy two barstools down        is… different.           ‘ CAN I HELP you? ‘

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❛ who said anything about me being here for a deal? ❜

' You MUST be Crowley. Hate to break   it to you, but I’ve already escaped   ONE deal, I don’t want to make another. ’

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Crowley & Castiel - Season 8

"It's all very West Side Story."

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Look at this sexy fucker and his smirk in the end…!! 

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I’d like for it to go on record that Crowley was not sitting on his ass reading contracts during his entire reign: he fought. He fought to keep his ranks alive, not being thrown into the line of fire when things like cunning worked so much better. He manipulated his enemies, he put them off their guard. Every contract made was another demon in Hell. His new method of torture probably worked better than the rack-and-slash methods of the old Hell. He had integrity, skill, intelligence, and charm. He didn’t make speeches, he didn’t ask his demons to do more than their job and if they failed, they were punished. He instilled fear of retribution in his ranks, which, when you’re working with demons, is probably the only way to go about it.

Yes, he used torture. Yes, he went against his own kind in order to protect it. He kept them safe during the Leviathan invasion. Had he actually gone through with Dick’s deal, he would have secured further safety for his kind.

Abaddon would see her kind thrown into the meat grinder that is the Winchesters.

Crowley would seek to preserve them.

So, again: who’s the real best fit for the crown of Hell?

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   ❛ say it has. what exactly does the thing do? ❜

     ”I know you’ve been running around with antiques,      so I’m here to ask if this specific necklace has fallen into      your hands.” She replied, showing him the sketch of a       necklace shaped like a dream catcher with a sparrow       charm in the middle. 

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  ❛ it's this attitude dean, ruins your credibility. now who's going to want    to do business with you? ❜

          “oh, what are you, some ditched           prom date? i don’t OWE y’ anythin. “

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          ❛ what? no free hugs? can't say i'm not disappointed. ❜

          “I will say this one final time ——                                  I am not a cupid.” 

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        ❛ oh i don't know buddy boy, i reckon it'd bring out your eyes. ❜

        a smirk. so he was a fella                    one he'd never set eyes on before. 

       ❛ your presence is hardly surprising, really. what with the coven forming & all that magic           concentrated in one place. ❜

Finn watched as the gentleman pulled out some clothes for each of the genders, sliding across the floor to inspect the household in greater depth. It was certain that no lady lived there, yet the gentleman had a dress on hand. He shifted and changed into the suit without preamble. “I’m afraid the dress isn’t my colouring.” He started. 

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           ❛ what's that? not happy to see me? ❜

             ’ Well, wasn’t expecting you… or ANYONE really. ’