[ Crowley's hand slips into the closet, but there's too much fumbling and his hand grasps the bare iron. He hisses in pain, but doesn't let go. It's all the opening Dean needs, though, and Crowley lets out a grunt, hand slipping from the iron poker as the blade drives home.
There's a look of almost shocked betrayal on his face as he slumps to the ground.
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There's a look of almost shocked betrayal on his face as he slumps to the ground.
It wasn't supposed to go like this. ]