Falling For the Angels // Destiel & Samifer

Chapter Three

~Castiel~

Dean turned around to get a beer and I immediately took my opportunity to leave before he saw me again.

I landed in an abandoned warehouse which was the perfect location for what I was about to do. I had the bowl of ingredients ready and I brought my knife out of my trench coat. Holding out my right arm, I slashed a small cut and let the blood fall into the bowl. Finally, I lit a match stick and threw it on to set it alight. In just a few seconds, it thankfully worked-the exact demon I wanted to see was here.

"What the bloody hell is it now, giraffe?"

Crowley smirked at me when he saw my annoyance at that nickname.

"Have you got it?" I got straight to the point.

Crowley, ignoring my question, looked up at the ceiling and then down at the floor. He looked back at me with surprise.

"No devil's trap?" Crowley asked curiously.

"N-No...", I paused unsurely, "Why? Are you going to disappear?"

"No, no", Crowley shrugged casually, "It's just something everyone else does. Speaking of others, why are you summoning me? It's almost always Sam and Dean. Where are they?"

I hesitated to answer. Crowley's smirk grew when the realisation sunk in.

"Oh", Crowley raised his eyebrows, "You haven't told them, have you?"

Again, I didn't reply.

"Angels can be so sneaky sometimes", Crowley shook his head theatrically, clearly enjoying every second of this, "Although I suppose I can't really call you that anymore, can I?"

"I still have some of my powers", I informed him defensively, "I flew here".

"Interesting", Crowley nodded, "But you're becoming weaker and weaker every day".

"Yes".

"This is rather fun", Crowley laughed slightly, walking towards my direction, "Basically, I could kill you quicker than anything right now. Because, do you know what, Cas?"

Crowley suddenly grabbed the collar of my trench coat threateningly.

"You are human", Crowley spoke through gritted teeth, "And all the times you and the Winchesters have royally pissed me off, you really couldn't blame me for just ending you right now".

"I summoned you for-"

"I bloody well know what you summoned me for!" Crowley snapped, harshly pulling my collar tighter in his fist, "I don't care! Why should I help you after everything you've done? Don't you remember?"

"What?" I asked.

"Oh, you know, only the time WHERE YOU BROKE OUR DEAL AND OPENED PURGATORY FOR YOURSELF!" Crowley started shouting mid-sentence, "AND WHEN YOU COMPLETELY RUINED MY PLANS BY BREAKING THE WORD OF GOD! DO YOU REMEMBER THAT?!"

"Yes", I answered.

"So, give me one reason why I shouldn't just kill you now", Crowley glared at me.

"If I regain my grace, I can help you", I propositioned.

Crowley was silent and he finally released my collar.

"Do you have it?" I asked again.

"Well, if you've completely lost your grace, we'll have to take someone else's", Crowley explained, more calmly than before but he still wasn't completely happy with me, "Give me a few weeks".

"That's too long", I disagreed.

"Fine", Crowley shrugged, "You do it then".

Suddenly, Crowley vanished into thin air and I sighed with frustration. This wasn't something I could do on my own. And there was no way I was telling Dean.