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mekachu04"They pull out all the stops before attempting to summon crowley prime, as dean as dubbed him. Every human trick they've learned for trapping Demons, with every thing Castiel knows on both sides od the celestial line. Bobby has the colt ready, and sam has holt walter, regardless of their crowleys warnings agaisnt it.
Castiel reacts first, visible recoiling, and quickly lighting the holy oil he'd prepaired around the drawn inner trap.
With the phrase 'old gaurd' ringing in htier colletive memories, they are /expecting/ an eltchich horrror at best. Instead they get another vaugley british man dressed all in black. Unlike Crowley's suits and ties, this demon is /stylish/ with a loose jacket, a bit of bling, black jeans that look just about painted on, and sunglasses. His red hair is slicked up and back, going for the 'effortlessly casuual look' that everyone secretly knows takes hours to perfect. The ensabmle is completeed with snake shik books, a snake belt, and a red and gold scarf drapped lazyly over his shoulders. He looks annoyed when he arrives, having the gall to check the time on an outragous looking (both in the fact it looks needlessly complecated, and needlely expensice) watch at his wrist before even bothering to noticed the four assempbles about the room.
""Alright folks, On a bit of a time crunch, so lets make it quick yeah. Got places to be tonight."" He looks at them now, almost bored, ""It is night here, right? blast, how far have you pulled me away this time? Sprichst du Deutsch?""
""You're not a demon."" Castiel makes a neawly learned 'shushing' motion at dean's blunt statement while both sam and bobby look at him annoyed.
""Excuse me?"" Their prisonner doesn't look too bored now, possibly muttering 'of course, americans' under his breath, ""You summoned me, what did you think you where getting?""
Dean jsut motiones to the fire Catiel had lit, looking at the angel instead.
“He’s…. Not … /just/ a demon.” Castiel says finally,
Sam looks like he's figured it out, relisation dawning on his face like a cold shock. “Crowley said he was ‘old guard’ - “
“He’s a fallen angel.” Castiel says it so abrustly, he suprises himelf.
“Did.. did crowley know that?"" Booby notes the demon... fallen angel... something, flinch at the other demon's name as Sam confranced with his brother, ""Did he know he was suggestiong we summon another fallen angel to earth? Did we just accidently let a fallen angel loose on earth?!”
“He said /Crow/ley was a field agent."" Bobby reassured them, watching the new comer's face carefully. The .. other ... /beamed/ at him from the circle, and actually gave him a cheeky wave, ""Implied he was already loose on earth.”
""Been here for a while,"" he admitted, fingers tucked into the top of his tiny pant pockets, rocking abit on the balls of his feet.
“Why haven’t we come across him yet, what’s he been doing during all this then?” Dean was asking Sam, but Castiel and Bobby where doth watching the demonic once angel while they argued.
He swayed in place, like he was incappale of standning still, and even with the glasses the two could tell he wasn't blinking as he straired back at them, smirking at the oblivious brothers. “As much fun as the light show is,” the fallen angel drawled when they paused for breath, “Is there a reason you’ve drug me here, or can i be on my way yet? I’ve actually got plans to get too. Maybe we can reschedual?”
Dean whirled aorund on his heal with a barely heald back a snarel, “You’ve got /plans/?”
“I’m a man of my word, and i did promise my godson id meet him for dinner tongiht. Hellion worries abotu me ya see. Thinks i might be lonely.” he drops ‘hellion’ down like a fond swear before pouting, “You’ll make me la~te.”
“Your /godson/ really.”
He perks up so brightly, Sam is almost expecting him to whip out photos, “Been there more for him than his own folks the last decade or so. Really didn’t plan on bothering him after he moved across the pond, but then he called on me after a bad bender, and i couldn’t jsut ignore a calling like that.”
“Where are you meeting this godson?”
“Long standing reservations at the Rtiz”
He got blank looks at them at first, until dean snorted, “yeah right. You gonna meet him a nine precisely?”
“I pay the bill,” /Crow/ley crooned back, before his face turned storny and closed off
Dean shook his head. At Castiel’s questioning look, he waved the angel off, “It’s a/ Queen/ song. He’s fucking with us.”
“Freddie always had good tastes in the high life. Do wish i could take credit for that line, but i could never prove it.”
Dean threw his hands up in exasteration, a muttered 'can you believe this guy' as sam tryed to gaige how much the fallen angel was indeed fucking with them, “You knew freddie Murcury?”
“Of course. Granted my /car/s the one who went and fell in love with him, but i suppose it could be worse. Besiiiides,"" The man in black smiles, expresion softening, ""He was nice to my .. friend .. too. One of the few that seemed to be okay with us both, even if he didn't know what we where.”
“Demons.” the brothers decided to wait to unpack the rest of that never.
Crowley only shrugged in return.
“I really do need to be wrapping this up,” he interjected again, but instead of impation, his tone was soothing, sincere, “ 'Lock’s expecting me, and if i don’t at least let him know i’m running late, he may… take it the wrong way. And you do /not/ want that boy making paniced phone calls. He's got a lot more pull then he realises, and i don’t want to casue any interrealm insident. Go…. Sa…. Somebody help us if he calls Adam first. I’m /retired/ boys."" he stressed, ands up placatingly, ""I’m not getting back in with all this again. Someone else's turn this time.”
It hurts to hear their brothers name tossed so causually, even if they know it can’t be the same person.
""We just want to know what these say,"" The drawings Sam hold up where about half of the sigils they could find, leaving out the array completly. They had an uneasy understanding with their Crowely, but without knowing esactly what they where dealing with, they didn't want to play their hand completely. Going in blind on both sides whas not a place they liked to be. The hunters had desided to start with a small set of sigials, and see if they could fifure out the rest if they had some context.
/Crow/ley stalked along the fire line, looking over the drawings with a frown deepenign on his forhead. “Where did you see these?!? I haven’t… I haven’t seen anthing like this…. Well, i’m not sure i’ve ever seen it written like this. He’d know for sure, but this shouldn’t be here. We haven’t used these since before. Well, before earth. I din’t know they could be written /down./ How did you lot get them? ”
Team Free Will only seemed to catch half of the demon’s mutterings; he was making no attempts to excplain in depth, but looked very unsettled. “I am …. /not/ the expert on this, not remotely. I'm working with second hand knowledge of something that's only ever been spoken. But, with the voice of stars, not the limiations of mortal noises. I don't actually remmeber it. wasn't allowed to. But there’s missing pieces to this. Are you sure you copied it all?”
Nobody says anything, Casteil not making eye contact while the three humans look at him with variousy successful poker faces. ""Come on trechcoat, you'd have a better idea than me, yea? There gotta be soem choirs up there stills inging this?""
He just distrusting looks back, but didn’t seem offented, “Look, i get not giving me the whole thing, I wouldn’t show it to me either. But theres defiantly part missing. its lkie you're showing me jsut the nouns to a sentance, and pantamiming out the verbs as you think i’ve gotten to them while reading. Never mind everythign else you need for a sentace.""
WHen no one still says anything, he throws up his hands, “I can’t help you if i’ve only got the nouns. I'm joing to be late for dinner. What is this even for?”
There's a Team Free Will huddle in the hall.
""Cas, /do/ you recogise this?""
""It's not echonia; I'm not sure /waht/ it is. /Crow/ley implied it might be older.""
""Language of the stars."" Bobby muttered, ""something that wasn't ever supposted to be written.""
""The laungage of creation. Heaven hasn't spoken it since .... before time, actually. I've never heard it."" Casteil looks uneasy, ""Micheal might know it.""
""I'd rather ask Mr fallen in there.""
""So we ask the angels activily plotting against us, a fallen angel we know nothing about, or just leave the poor bastard in the other room the way he is until... the world ends?""
And they finally give crowley all the sigils, but still nothing more.
The apparently fallen angel is studing the walls when they come back, ""You gents had no idea what you invited in did you? There's so many things in your bindings, you migha been able to give the Almighty a run for Her money."" He laughed, a truely kind noise, ""wouldn't of held Her, and you'd have been in for /quite/ the smiting in the end. But i'd like to think She'd be quick about it. Impressed by the inginuity and all""
Sam shoves the draws at him, midfull to keep them well out of the reach of the flames. The demon looks antsy, checking his watch again, before taking the pages from Sam. However, he seems to take it quite seriosly, holding each page and twisting it this way and that. rearranging the orination of a few of them. In a smoothness that no one with bones should be able to do he sinks to the ground, sitting cross legged as he looks the sheets over, ""Still not all here boys. But. i'll explain what you've given me for a phone call. Certainly i deseve a phone call, yea?”
“Sorry, fresh out of blood."" Dean snips.
Even behind the shades, Bobby can see his bewillerement in his face. “Waht…. OH!! Oh, no no no Like. A phone call. with a mobile. Warlock, remember? I’m /very/ late at this point.”
""Your godson's name is /War/lock?""
“I'm not just letting you phone a freind!”
The brothers outcries overlap each other, nad Bobby can /feel/ a headache starting. Castiel is glaring at he demon like he hoped he could light him on fire with jsut a look, clearly failing to hold back his growing impationce.
Crowley reclines back on the floor. “So call the Ritz yourself. Ask for Warlock.”
“Just.. ask for /warlock/?”
“Yes.” he says it in confusion, like he’s not sure why it was a question in the first place.
It takes a minute to google the Ritz London. They don't have a plan for international calls, but Crowley asks why they would need one, just call.
The weirdest part is that it works.
Sam asks them if they have a guest named Warlock, who might be waiting for someone.
They do.
A man answers, “This is Warlock.” He sounds their age, and he sounds worried. “Hello?”
Crowely calls out from across the room, heard perfectly over the phone beucse he doesn’t expect diffrently, “Warlock dear, its Nanny.”
“Nanny, where /are/ you? Are you okay?”
“Perfectly fine love,” the demons voice is pitched softer, accent shifting alittle, “Just got a bit tied up with things. You know how work gets.”
The man on the line chuckled, but not enough to displeal the worry, “You’re supposted to be retried”
“No rest for the wicked”
“You're not going to make it tonight, are you?”
Crowly looks at his captures. They stare back, “ ‘Fraid not love. But don’t worry, we’ll meet up next week.”
Dean’s ready to hang up, but Warlocks voice calls out, one last question. “Nanny, should I call Adam?”
Crowleys look to the hunters is dark and steeled, “No need to bother him just yet, dear.”
“Can you take me off speaker? Who ever has the phone?”
Crowley looks curious, and Dean does, holding up the speaker to his ear. He still doens’t say anything.
“Nanny seems to think you aren’t worth smiting outright.” the voice says, cold. “So i’m not calling in favours yet, becuase /I/ think he needs the distraction. But you’re gonna let Him call me tomorrow, or i will level whatever little hollow you've crawled into. And when I’m done calling in the airstrick, i’m gonna have the bloody antichrist himself come by personally to bring him home. Whatever fucked up game you think you’re playing, you’ve already lost by stealing him. You can’t hurt him in any way that matters, but i can still very much hurt you. So tread /very/ carefully, /hunter/”"
