Closed Catch-all for Crowley

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Who: Crowley and various (closed to people I've already made plans with)
Where: various places
When: throughout the event
Rating: R to be safe
Summary: Crowley seeks out the people who make him feel the most to some very mixed results. It's all kind of pathetic.
The Story: Individual threads below

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For John Blake

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[ Crowley had sent Blake a text asking him to come to his room. He hadn't quite been able to put his finger on it, but he'd been struck with the sudden urge to watch Casablanca and there isn't a man or woman alive he'd rather watch it with. Besides, Blake's been so busy lately. He needs a good movie and some relaxation. They both deserve this.

He tells himself that it's just as much for Blake as for himself as he tidies his room and waits for Blake to either come or prattle off an excuse. ]

[oversight]

[ It's strange, but for the last day or so, Blake's been incredibly focused. More so than regular, in fact, and enough that it takes him a while to even notice the text message.

He doesn't read or respond, not right away, because he's in the middle of something. And when he finally does go to answer, he finds himself a little surprised. Crowley wants him to come over, huh? Usually it's not that big of a deal. Usually Crowley would come to him. Either way, Blake takes his time.

When he finally arrives, an hour's passed and he hasn't bothered to bring his phone along, but he does bring along his current project, boxed up and stacked with a couple notebooks.

At the door, he knocks lightly and leans in. ]

It's Blake.

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[ Over the last hour, Crowley's cycled through every emotion from anger at Blake for ignoring him to worry that he's dead in a ditch to hurt and worry that this is some unforeseen sign of rejection, but it all evaporates the moment he sees Blake and his face lights up. ]

Hello, darling.

[ He moves to the door to greet Blake, leaning in for a kiss before the door's even shut. ]

[oversight]

[ That box is somewhat in the way, and Blake is stiff about the kiss, but he doesn't pull away. It's weird, though, isn't it? Crowley isn't exactly one to advertise himself so blatantly. ]

Hey. What's goin' on?

[ He doesn't even come in, just lingers in the hallway as if this is a stop on his way somewhere else. ]

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[ That doubt is coming back now. Is this rejection? Is that what's coming? ]

I thought that you could use a break from all the work you've been doing and maybe you would like to share a movie with me.

[ His fingers are itching to reach for Blake, but he keeps them at his sides. Still, he's clearly leaning towards him ever so slightly. ]

[oversight]

[ And Blake is leaning back ever so slightly, eyebrows knitting even more as he tries to decide why all of this feels weird. This is weird, right?

Blake sighs and looks up and down the hall before he eyes Crowley again. ]

Well, lotta pots on the stove right now, so...

[ He lifts his box a bit as it to prove his point. ]

Is it a short movie?

Lilith

[first_demon]

[With the rising craving of need for affection, there is little wonder that she seeks out the demon she knows can give it. Or at least an equivalent. Or even just snap her out of this. It's hard to tell with Crowley lately, but she doesn't mind gambling on his moods. She just needs him.

Pausing in front of his door, Lilith taps on it lightly.]

Crowley? It's me. Let me in.

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One minute!

[ He's perhaps been indulging more than he should have and it takes him a moment to securely hide the evidence, which he does by the time the door opens.

His own sentimentality is catching up with him and he's honestly a little relieved to see her. ]

What can I do for you?

[first_demon]

[What can he do for her? It's hard for her to say. Part of her wants to have him hold her and tell her how brilliant she is. The other part is still angry at his coldness these past few weeks.

But it's Crowley. Her Crowley. She can't be mad at him.]

I wanted to see you. I need you.

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[ He can't help being a little surprised by that. Sure, there's a give-and-take between them, but it rarely involves needs.

Looking out into the hall to make sure it's empty, he holds the door open for her. ]

Come in, then.

[first_demon]

[She steps inside, wondering for a moment if he has found someone else. It brings a sudden rush of jealousy into her veins and insecurity, something she has never felt before. Especially not with him. It sickens her how human that makes her seem.

She wraps her arms around him, holding him tight as her face burrows into his chest.]

Darling. [Between Lucifer's sudden appearance and today, she is more than happy to see him.] You have been so distant lately, so busy. You haven't forgotten me, have you? You still want me? [The neediness in her tone shocks her.]

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[ He wraps his arms around her easily enough, though her question leaves him without a sure answer. ]

I haven't forgotten you. I couldn't.

[ It's the most comforting truth he can assure her with. She'll always be a part of him. ]

Things are just... different now.

[vates]

[ Kevin just wants to have a conversation with someone he has some kind of a connection with, someone who really gets him, someone who believes in him -- and even if he might have been having conversations like that lately, it's never enough. Nothing's enough. He needs more.

So he finds himself at the door of someone who's pushed him to the edges of what he thought he was until Kevin surprised even himself. Someone who's pretty much always told him he's better than whatever was going on, and that he's going places. And someone he's shouted at and tried to kill and who tried to kill him. That's a bond, right? That's a deep bond. ]

Crowley, are you there?

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[ Crowley is... fond of Kevin. Always has been and maybe the blood has him feeling a bit guilty over everything he put the little shit through.

More than a bit, really.

Of all the people he's expecting, Kevin isn't it, especially because the last time Kevin had been here he'd sort of killed Crowley.

There's hesitation before he even opens the door. ]

Kevin?

[vates]

[ Oh, God. He's here. He's here when Kevin needs him to be here, and that hasn't been true of his family a lot lately, mostly because they've either been dead or he thought they were dead. Or they were Winchesters. He looks surprised, almost hopeful. ]

Hi.

[ The force that drove him here didn't leave him with a speech, though. ]

Do you -- have a minute? Can we talk?

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You want to talk?

[ He raises an eyebrow, looking genuinely surprised, but not particularly put off by the idea. Truthfully, some part of him welcomes Kevin's presence.

Holding the door open, he beckons the littlest prophet inside. ]

I hope this isn't going to be a birds and bees discussion. You're definitely too old for that.

[vates]

[ If he dies because he wanted to have a heart to heart with Crowley, he's going to be so pissed. But he can't turn down the invitation; literally, physically, he can't turn it down. He feels drawn inside, and so he takes the invitation and then stands awkwardly in the room. ]

No. And I bet you'd be terrible at that.

[ But now he half wants to hear it. What would it have been like to have the sex talk from his father?

Crowley is not his father, but Kevin is still... curious. Curious, not borderline desperate. ]

What would you even say? "Don't get the clap?"

[tact]

[ the tea room is a quiet, cute little place, where random things that she hadn't known she'd been craving pop up in front of her the moment she glances away. before her, cordelia finds herself with a nice, hot cup of tea, and a croissant — the tea is meant to help with the headache brewing behind her temple, while the croissant is merely to see if the tea room can really cook up her biggest desire. it's got chocolate in it, and she happens to think it's the best kind there is. she's picking at it once she spots crowley, in all of his handsome glory. ]

If it isn't Mr Beckham himself. [ she grins, despite sounding a little tired. then, her brows pinch, steering her gaze away in thought. ] Or are you Posh? [ she glances back at him, pointing her finger toward him. ] Even though you've got the accent down pat, something tells me you've got a better kick than me. I hope you don't mind if I take the Victoria role. Something tells me I pull the Gucci dress off a little better than you. [ no offense. ]

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Oh, I don't know about that. It's hardly fair for you to judge that without having seen me in the little dress.

[ He smooths out his shirt with a grin of his own. He's practically starved for positive attention by the time he runs into her. ]

I do have a mean kick, though.

[ It may not be for footballs, but he can break ribs nicely enough if he has to. ]

[tact]

Something tells me I'd prefer you in suits. [ she smiles. ] But, hey, if you want to prove me wrong, I've got a little Gucci dress that may be your size in my closet. Although, I doubt it'll be great for you to wear if you're kicking around a ball. [ she leans forward, mockingly whispering. ] Unfair advantage. I'm sure you have great pins.

For Dean

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It's after Castiel's announcement that he feels compelled to search out Dean, who he knows has too many vices and a strange lack of drive for any of them all at once. Maybe they haven't always gotten along, but they're working together now, even if Dean can't remember it all, and he's seen Dean through enough hard times to know that this can go any which way.

Truthfully, Crowley's not sure how much of this is worry and how much is curiosity as to just how far Dean can sink into something, but he goes looking for the man, almost as if compelled to search him out.

He's not really sure where this new Dean hangs about, so he just goes to his room, hoping to catch him with a sharp knock on his door.

[ganking]

When Dean opens the door only to find Crowley on the other side, he's damn well tempted to slam the thing in his face. Loudly. Dramatically. Not that he has any reason to beyond you're a demon, get lost and the satisfaction that would undoubtedly come with it. But as luck would have it, Dean looks the part of someone who was about to leave anyway, and instead of doing what he wants to, he only pauses with his eyes narrowing dangerously, before stepping out -- move -- and closing the door behind him.

"You got ten seconds to tell me what you want before I either ditch your ass or worse."

Kindness is his middle name. But Dean, for all his asshole-yness, should know better. He feels the truce thing he has going on with Crowley has been decent enough, and after their latest agreement to not involve those they care about most in their united Jabberwocky hunting, staying on Crowley's good side would seem like a fine idea.

Except right now Dean apparently isn't thinking about that, and is all but seething is bad mood at the world of Wonderland, Crowley very much included.

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He steps out of the way, looking only slightly annoyed by this.

"I was in the neighborhood and I thought cravings and vices? I should probably check on the one person I know who drinks more than I do."

That had not been his thought process at all, but he couldn't honestly pin down what it had been.

"I see that you're either surprisingly sober or your problem is even worse than I realized and I'm not sure which would impress me more."

[ganking]

Eye roll.

"So what, you were lookin' for a drinkin' buddy?" Because that's what it boils down to, right? Dean's still looking all too unimpressed if that really is the case, because why him? Even if all he does with most of his time is empty out bottles of this and that.

"Or were you hopin' I'd lend an ear for all your cravin' troubles? Either way, go breathe down someone else's neck, Crowley. Even if I was lookin' for a drink, you wouldn't be my date." Though he's not, and only because if he's drunk, he can't protect Sam. Otherwise he'd be hitting the bottle with ferocity beyond compare.

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"I'm not looking for a drinking buddy."

He answers too quickly, almost not letting Dean finish talking before he starts in, because it's not really the drinking he's looking for, is it? He's never minded drinking alone.

No, it's the buddy part, he thinks. He just wants to be around people. Specific people.

"I don't have any craving troubles to complain about. Do you?"