entrancelogs | I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend [Closed]

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I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend [Closed]

Who: Crowley with Sam Yao, John Blake, Bucky Barnes, Emma Swan and Castiel
Where: various
When: June 1st, June 5th and June 8th (dates subject to change if anything comes up)
Rating: R
Warnings: discussion and themes relating to addiction
Summary: Crowley falls back on old habits.
The Story:

(June 1st - Sam Yao, John Blake. June 5th - Bucky Barnes. June 8th - Emma Swan)

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Crowley nods roughly as he moves into the room, still glancing around nervously. He waits until the door closes before he speaks. It's a delicate subject even without the actual reasons for it. One doesn't simply go around asking their friends for bags of blood.

"I need you to do me a favor, but it's going to sound strange..." He purses his lips. "And possibly off-putting."

He shuts and bolts the door. Habit that won't go away. If he'd been starting to relax, the attacks had made that a thing of the past. Paranoia doesn't just go away. And yet he's not really worried about locking Crowley in with himself. He's never had a problem with the demon, but the Winchesters and Castiel have made his life hell.

What Crowley says is a little strange but he's willing to hear him out. "Okay? What is it?"

"Ah." He raises his eyebrows, doing his best to seem anything but intimidating. "I would appreciate it if you could give me some of your blood."

Realizing that he's hunched himself down a little, he straightens his back again. "It's not for anything that will have any negative effect on you or anyone else. Actually, it shouldn't affect you at all, save for the giving up of a little blood."

Sam blinks. Out of everything he'd been expecting, this wasn't even close. It's not even that he objects to the request. There are plenty of legitimate uses for blood. He's just confused.

"For like a transfusion? Because if you need a blood transfusion you should probably see a doctor. Maxine is way better at stuff than I am and I don't even know what blood type I am. I think that's supposed to be important."

"It's... not dissimilar, but it's not the same, either. I don't need a doctor." Last year he'd gone through Martha in the clinic, but he doesn't know any of the current doctors in Wonderland and he doesn't trust them the way he'd trusted Martha after nearly a year of knowing her.

"I only need the blood and your discretion."

It seems a bit odd. He's curious by nature and has seen entirely too much mad science in the last eighteen months at home to not be able to think of horrible scenarios. But at the same time, he's also seen Paula get plasmapheresis to keep her human. He knows that he'd drop everything if she needed his blood.

And Crowley looks kind of desperate and he's even promised it's not for anything harmful. And it's not like Crowley asked him for a... a finger or anything. Blood replenishes itself.

He chews on his lip for a moment before nodding. "Alright. I can do that. Do you know how to do it? Because I've never had to uh... do this before."

"Ah, yes." Not that he's a skilled nurse, but he's learned to remove blood safely. "I'll take less than you would if you were donating blood. I'd rather the side effects not stay with you long." It's more selfish than anything. He doesn't want anything noticeable to others. It's better if this really does stay between them.

He gestures towards the closet. "Just need to get a few things."

That seems reasonable. "Okay then," Sam says, and it feels awkward but... he also doesn't really see the harm in it. He'd donate blood to a lot of people if it was useful. "Is there anything that I need to do?"

They usually had drinks and biscuits when you donated blood right? Was that an actual useful thing or was it just to make you feel better about having blood taken?

Crowley shakes his head and gets what he needs from Sam's closet. "Drink some water so you don't get lightheaded, yeah?"

He's got a tourniquet and a needle attached to a line with a small bag and he supposes there's no going back now, but he'd already made up his mind before he'd even knocked.

"Alright." He can do that. He goes to grab a bottle from the stack of crates of bottles that he's got piled up in one corner, along with some of the many many tins of food and other supplies. Actually now he's thinking about it, it might not be a bad idea to add blood transfusion equipment to the stock he's got of normal medkit. You never know when it might come in handy.

He gets a pack of biscuits too just in case. He goes to sit on the couch, watching for a moment as Crowley sets up the needle. "Do you need anything else? Like, I can make tea."

Crowley glances up for a moment. There aren't a lot of people who offer Crowley tea because they actually want to have tea with him and he's reminded of why he actually likes Sam.

"You know, tea sounds nice." He offers Sam a quick smile. This was the right place to come. Sam's quickly climbed the list of people Crowley wants to keep around him. It's not a long list and people are constantly falling away from it when they leave Wonderland, but it's an important list.

"Okay," Sam replies, smiling back. Tea makes everything seem a bit less wrong, even when he's not entirely sure what to think about this whole situation. He tries not to think about what will happen when Abel runs out of it. He's not sure that you can grow tea in the UK. Doesn't it come from hot places?

He heads over to where he's got a kettle set up and makes a couple of mugs, then brings them back over, holding one out to Crowley.

"Thanks." Crowley's got his equipment sent up, but instead he takes a moment to sit with the tea first. Another thing that's changed about him, maybe. He thinks he would have wanted to get down to business before, but now he's not in a rush to breeze past sitting with Sam, who's been a decent person--a decent friend, really--for as long as Crowley's known him.

"If you could go back to someone else's world instead of your own when you leave Wonderland, would you?"

"No problem," Sam replies, smiling briefly before he goes to sit down, sipping at his tea. It's pretty friendly actually, and nice to just be sitting with someone like this after everything that's happened.

The question gives him pause, and he looks pensive for a moment. "You remember what my world is like right? Apocalypse? Hordes of the undead. Of course I would." He pauses, bites his lip. "Except... I'd want to bring people from home with me. They deserve better so..." Is putting his happiness and safety above all of theirs really a thing he could do?

Crowley nods. His world isn't quite that bad, but after his mother showed back up, it had felt like more proof that he needs the fresh start he'd had here. Besides all of that, there's Blake to think of. Given half the chance, he knows he would go home with Blake. It's something that weighs heavily on him, because he knows exactly what he'd be walking away from.

He must be more broken than he'd realized.

"Have you found anything yet that could make that happen?"

He could go home with Billy and Teddy. He could... stay here if it came to it. He could probably find plenty of other worlds a million times better than his own. But what about Maxine and Paula? What about Janine and his runners and Veronica? What about the rest of Abel? None of them would blame him either if he left, he doesn't think so. But they're his family.

He shakes his head, giving a soft sigh. "Nothing. If I had then... I'd probably have used it by now."

"If you ever find something, will you tell me? I'll do the same if I manage to find anything." Most of the people here would go back to their lives, he knows, but he suspects there are a few of them who've grown more attached to their lives here than anything they'd had before.

Sam nodded. "Of course. If I find something like that, I'd want to share it. There's enough people here who deserve a second chance somewhere else. I'd even take staying here if I could bring my people here with me. It's not perfect, but it's better than what we've got at home for the most part."

"It's more about the who than the where for me." Crowley still does his best to minimize the public association between himself and Blake, but there are some people who are clearly not unaware of it and he doesn't mind that Sam is one of them.

He puts the tea down and starts to fiddle with his equipment. "Ready?"

"Yeah, that too," Sam says, smiling weakly. He'd miss Billy and Teddy if they weren't here. If he could go with them, back to their home... he's not sure that he wouldn't take them up on it. "I'll let you know if I find anything."

He nods in response, and puts his own mug down. "Yeah, I'm ready. Am I okay here or...?"

"You're fine here. Just relax."

Crowley's not really one for a comforting bedside manner, but he can be straight-forward, at least. He grabs the needle and reaches for Sam's arm with careful movements. There's really no sense in accidentally hurting someone who's willingly doing him a favor.

"Okay." He can do that. Needles are not the worst thing he's faced in his life, and he'd never been a kid who'd been terrified of them. He just had a healthy respect for the people who were sticking them into his arms.

Crowley takes his arm and, well, at least Sam doesn't have to look at the needle as it goes in right? It's a prick, and then a weird sensation of it sliding in, but it's not really painful or anything.

He guides the needle in and he sits with Sam as the small bag fills. When it's nearly finished, he removes the needle with care and seals the bag.

"I really appreciate this, Sam."

It takes less time than he'd thought it would. Which is a bit terrifying now that he thinks about it, how quickly he can lose that amount of blood. It's weird when the needle slides out too, but quicker at least, and his arm starts to throb with an odd ache.

He smiles at Crowley. "That's okay. I'm glad I could help."

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