• chapter five •

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It was 5:00AM. Almost 24 hours since Dean has killed the maid in the previous hotel. He and Crowley laid in bed in a new hotel, only one of them were asleep.

Crowley breathed slow and steady, it'd been a wild night, and he was trying to get used to his new life. He had a boyfriend. He finally had a boyfriend.

He had been hiding his sexuality for so long, and together, he and Dean would have the courage to both come out together, publicly.

He stared deep into the smooth ceiling, lost in thought.

His mind wandered to Castiel, Dean's supposed 'ex boyfriend'. He didn't know how he felt about it. Crowley knew that Cas wanted Dean back. He feared that Cas would steal him back, change him to his old self, somehow. It terrified Crowley. He'd never had love before, and he was going to grip on to it so tight that he'd never lose it.

A lightbulb went off in Crowley's mind. He crept over to where Dean had left his phone and cautiously picked it up.

Scrolling though, he noticed a bunch of missed calls from Castiel. Dean hadnt told him.

Crowley's finger hovered over the call button, pondering his idea once more. It would probably be best if he left the room, went far away.

He got dressed and slipped out. Arrived about 6 miles away from the hotel.
Going back into Dean's phone, less hesitant this time, Crowley pressed call.

"Dean?"

There was a pause

"Dean where are you"

Crowley spoke, "Angel, it's me."

Cas sighed, his voice became less soft, "Crowley? What have you done to him? Where is he?"

"Haha. What have I done to him? Nothing. It's all him." Crowley grinned.

"Why did you call me?"

Crowley didn't hesitate, "To tell you that Dean Winchester is all mine. You're not getting your boyfriend back, because he's in love with me now, and I'm in love with him. He doesn't even think about you anymore. He doesn't want you. So why don't you get your angelic ass out of our business and stop tracking us."

All there was from Cas was silence.

"There's no hope, Angel. I've won. We'll be the Kings of Hell together."

Castiel started to collect tears, as they prepared to roll down his cheek.

"Is Dean there?" He asked

"He's sleeping right now." Crowley shook his head, "He is REALLY nice in bed though, did you know that, Cas?"

There was no answer. Castiel had ended the call.

Satisfied, Crowley threw away the phone to prevent tracking, and made his way back to the hotel. Dean would wake soon.

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