yaoilover1992-2010… This is for you :)

Please remember this takes place before season 6.

Crowley woke up in an empty bed, white sheets tangled around his legs. He groaned and stretched an arm out, feeling for another body that should have been there. He stretched his awareness and found the angel downstairs in the living room. "Damn it, Cas." He grumbled. Seriously. It was so hard to explain anything to that angel. Sure, they didn't need to sleep, but it was fun! Especially when you woke up, lazy and warm, wrapped around another's frame… But no. Castiel in all his infinite wisdom just had to leave the bed without him. It was almost enough to make him to find some sigil binding the angel to the bed.

Crowley sighed and rolled out of bed. With a snap of his fingers he was clothed in a simple black suit, heading down the stairs.

The house was silent. If he hadn't been able to sense the angel's grace, he would have thought he was alone. He found Castiel sitting on a plush white couch with his eyes closed, his hands loosely clasped before him. Crowley watched him from the entranceway, leaning against the wall. Castiel gave no indication that he knew he was being watched, but that didn't mean anything. There was something about him though. The air was almost shining with energy and light. Crowley frowned. "You're praying, aren't you?"

Castiel opened his eyes and regarded the demon. The room seemed to dim.

Crowley walked over to the couch and sat down, pressing their thighs tightly together. "I think I can honestly say I've never seen you do that."

Castiel's head tilted a fraction. "I am an angel of the lord. We pray."

"In general terms, I'm sure. But you, specifically, don't."

Castiel smiled. "I am no longer among the fallen. I can call to my Father freely again without alerting my brothers to my, or the Winchester's, location."

"Ha. The Winchester's. You do way to fucking much for those kids."

"They are my charges." Castiel turned away, his brow smoothing over and a sense of peace filled the room.

Crowley scowled and tried to push his face into Castiel's line of sight. "They are. Indeed they are. But you sacrifice too much for them."

"I would sacrifice everything for them."

Castiel said it like it was nothing, like it was a fact. Crowley growled and poked him hard. "For Dean anyway."

Castiel opened his eyes, and something sharp glinted in them. "Jealous?"

Crowley swallowed. He felt heat stir within him. He pressed closer to the angel. Castiel smiled and closed his eyes, ignoring him. "Why would I be jealous of a human? Huh?" He poked Castiel again. "Did you forget I'm the King of Hell?"

Castiel made a soft noise of agreement, but otherwise ignored him. Crowley scowled. He hated it when Castiel didn't pay attention to him.

The air was beginning to glow again, the space between Castiel's fingers shinning with a light that was almost painful to observe. "What do you even do?"

Castiel's lip twitched in what was for him, an indulgent smile. "I thank my Father for the blessings he has bestowed upon me and my loved ones." Crowley felt his face heat. "And I pray for the people of Earth, that they may find peace, and I pray for the angel's of heaven, that they may know their Father again, as I do."

Crowley pursed his lips. "So you're essentially just asking him for stuff?"

"No –"

"Yes!" Crowley crowed triumphantly. He paused, waiting for Castiel to jump in and argue his point, but the angel didn't so much as look at him. Crowley scowled. He brightened when an idea came to him.

Crowley straightened himself on the couch and clapped his hands in front of him. Oh Lord… God… Person. Thank you for making humans such suckers. They're so easy to control and manipulate, I mean, you just hint that you might be able to help them screw over the next guy with an easy snap of the fingers and they just jump at it like retarded dogs trying to hump a mailma –

"Stop." Castiel said.

Crowley opened his eyes. Castiel glared at him. "What? I'm just trying to pray."

"That was not praying."

"Sure it was! I was giving thanks for the… things I'm grateful for. That's praying, isn't it?"

Before Castiel could say anything else, Crowley closed his eyes. Thank you also for Castiel. You gave that angel one beautiful vessel, if I may be so bold. That ass alone should be illegal, whatever you did with that musculature? Write it down, that was bloody brilliant. He jerked to a halt when Castiel hit him.

"You will not speak to my Father that way!"

"Oh, come on, Cas! It's not like God is some prude who doesn't know what sex is! He designed these bodies to attract mates, I'm just congratulating him on a job well done! Look at you, Cas! It's no wonder Dean had a hard time keeping his hands to himself –" He choked when Castiel's hands gripped his throat.

"You will not speak of Dean like this."

Crowley slowly raised his hands in surrender. "Okay." He ground out. He gasped when Castiel released him, rubbing the bruised flesh. Then he smirked and brought his hands together. Where were we?

Crowley grunted as a hand fisted itself in his collar, and tried to catch his feet as he was dragged to, and eventually up the stairs. He grinned when his back hit the bed. "Amen."

This was largely inspired by this picture. Just take out the spaces! Oh, and reviews are divine!

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