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[mekachu04]

" he says, motioning to the pages he's rearranged on the floor. "S~o i still can't tell you much. But, nad this is a biiiig guess, i think you're trying your hand at binding spell. Someone very old used the first fallen sigils to try and write out hte first laungage. So either youre trying to lock up something that should exist, or youre trying to set them free."

He's looking at Castiel mostly, trying to feel out the angel's provibial poker hand. "I get not having soemthing stronger than you breathing down you neck, trenchcoat. But this spell isn't worth it."

Bobby shifts in his chair, "What if we're not trying to lock somehting up."

The demon's face is dark, the closest he's looked to his apperatn demonic nature, "Then you might wanna leave it alone. Becuase if you /do/ find something tied upo with this spells, it's not going to go well. This is tourture. Not pain and blood, those are easy to deal with. If you got somthing bound up with this, you outta walk away. Whatever is lock up in this, it wount be sane anymore when you let it out. it would have been driven mad centuries ago. and you humans don't live long enough to try and aacclimate it back. And that's /if/ it doesn't smite you outright as soon as you break the first seal."

He looked at Castiel, "You're in the middle of a war. You probably think you found some great secret weapon. Turn it loose on the enimes. And then what? You personaly gonna sick around and nurse it back to health? Hope it doesn't turn on you? Or you just gonna lock it up again when you don't need it anymore?"

"I... I never."

"So what are we suppose to do, dump him back in some basement where we found him?" Dean sneared, taking Crowley's attention off of castiel, "Look, we get it, the guy's dangerous, ya ya ya. But we can't leave him like that."

"Basement?"

"I thought Human's trussed him like that, maybe we didn't. But Human's defianttly have been using the baster for profit,a nd its.... I don't like it. So, no, we're not ditching him jsut so people can go back to cutting off pieces like fucking suvenoers."

"Dean.." castiel murrmoured, sinceing his human getting frustrated.

"no, Cas. Look. Sam and i have delt with a lot of mosters int he ast, and maybe we didn't deal with them well, but none of them ever disred this. if we can't help him, then we put him down. we don't.... we don't leave him like that."

"But it's not a monster." sam murrmered, shoulders slumping.

Crowley seemed to soften, scratching the back of his neck nervously, "Look, you can try and break the sigils slowly, maybe just one at a time, and see how your thing reacts to it. look, " he picks up some of the papers.