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mekachu04crowley looked at the sktch suspisiously. "What do you have here…."
"dunno," dean chimed in, trying to look cheerful. It wasn't a *lie* nessisarrily. They had *suspisions* on that they found, but until they heard it from the horse's mouth so to speak, it was up in the air. "we didn't catch it, we found it. trying to figure that part out,a nd maybe how to break these."
"are you sure you want to?" the demon asked, though it was distracted, pondering out the symbols from it's spot on the floor. it was utalising the points of the demon trap to layout the sketchs, and demon wondering if he could counter it ike that.
however, sam gasped, and nearly entered the circle, "why did you lay them out like that?"
sure neough, he'd placed them almost egxastly liek they where arranged on the trapped angel.
crowley looked at them in concusion, then downa teh the papers. "How else would you lay them out?
"Look, assuming these are actually all form the same cluser, and i imagine you didn't give me all ov them, which is far, but i'm guessing this is what the fomula was going for. i'm also hedging a guess tha thtis is also a piece of a binding spell."
"A piece?"
"Hmm... and mind you, htis is just a /guess/ becuase this is atually outside my wheelhouse, but i'm guessing this part of the binding spell you gave me is for corperoal sences. hard to bind occult senses unles syou stick 'em in a vessel of some kind. either a body or a bottle. anyway, assuming that's part of this, then this little bit here you gave me blocks one of hte big five. proople spell out wich on on the pieces your still hoarding, becuase these all probbly show up a lot" he guesers tot he pieces laid out befor ehim, "so you figure they're not as valuable information as what ever you've got in reserve."
Dean failed to react quick enugh, and sam crossed hte line without even seemong to notice. Crowley didn't seem to notice either, though he did look back at dean oddly, who tried to play it off any anything but, hoping the demon didn't realise Sam's mistake.
Dean should of trusted his brother - Sam knew what he'd done, but he also needed to confirm something before he let the demon know anything more. the phone call had gone a long way - not in *trusting* the demon, but concluding the demon wasn't goin to hurt anyone until they tried something first.
The demon didn't move from here he sat cross legged, looking up as sam peared at the array from above. he held one last drawing in his hand, "second phone call if you cna help us with this one."
"No chance of letting me go?"
The answer should always be no. but cröwley had vouched for this demon, and so far, he'd been well behaved. His Godson - hwo knew he was a demon, had vouched for him. and then had gone so far as to threaten them if harm came to himm a demon that didn't flich athte name of crist, but had frozen complerely at the mear mention of holy water.
the demon waved him away, dismissing his own question. "I know, i know. demon. i get it. what's next for me hunter boy."
Sam handed him the last sketch he'd prepared. the 'trump card' if you will. the most unigue symbol from the array, the one they only found once. crolwey studied it for a minute before carefully folding it in half, image inside, and placed it on his array. the same spot as from the angel.
"Don't want to activate it, just in case. it's for taste - might not be mush for you humans, you'd learn to live without it - but i'm not entirely sure how that ones' gonna effect me...."
dean mad a nose indicating he'd be very affected to loose his sence of taste, where as castel jsut shruged - he wasn't sure he'd notice one way or the other. Sam, looking over the array, paused his next question - "What do you mean?"
Crowley stuck out his tounge - quite a bit longer than a humans, and forked. "Serpant and all. dn't actually have taste buds, so most food is a wash, but if you drink stuff right, it can be lovely. and you get the effects of coffee nad alcholo even if you cna't taste it. it's better if it's smelly, i guess. but what i do isn't smelling either, not built for it. kinda a mash of hte two?" he shrugged, "pen?"
"so what happens if you get your sence of taste bloacked? nothing?"
"That's what i don't know," he said, scribbling something on the folded piece "guess we'll find out. my guess, i won't be able to understand what i'm smelling. you get alot of information, flicking the air. not jsut what's out there, but where. like echolocation with smells. echolacation need hearing and speaking, dun it? probbaly like that." He handed to piece of paper back.
he'd redrawn a few bits of the array, without moving the big pieces. added tot he negative space and lined things differently.
"I guess we're gonna find out."
"dunno," dean chimed in, trying to look cheerful. It wasn't a *lie* nessisarrily. They had *suspisions* on that they found, but until they heard it from the horse's mouth so to speak, it was up in the air. "we didn't catch it, we found it. trying to figure that part out,a nd maybe how to break these."
"are you sure you want to?" the demon asked, though it was distracted, pondering out the symbols from it's spot on the floor. it was utalising the points of the demon trap to layout the sketchs, and demon wondering if he could counter it ike that.
however, sam gasped, and nearly entered the circle, "why did you lay them out like that?"
sure neough, he'd placed them almost egxastly liek they where arranged on the trapped angel.
crowley looked at them in concusion, then downa teh the papers. "How else would you lay them out?
"Look, assuming these are actually all form the same cluser, and i imagine you didn't give me all ov them, which is far, but i'm guessing this is what the fomula was going for. i'm also hedging a guess tha thtis is also a piece of a binding spell."
"A piece?"
"Hmm... and mind you, htis is just a /guess/ becuase this is atually outside my wheelhouse, but i'm guessing this part of the binding spell you gave me is for corperoal sences. hard to bind occult senses unles syou stick 'em in a vessel of some kind. either a body or a bottle. anyway, assuming that's part of this, then this little bit here you gave me blocks one of hte big five. proople spell out wich on on the pieces your still hoarding, becuase these all probbly show up a lot" he guesers tot he pieces laid out befor ehim, "so you figure they're not as valuable information as what ever you've got in reserve."
Dean failed to react quick enugh, and sam crossed hte line without even seemong to notice. Crowley didn't seem to notice either, though he did look back at dean oddly, who tried to play it off any anything but, hoping the demon didn't realise Sam's mistake.
Dean should of trusted his brother - Sam knew what he'd done, but he also needed to confirm something before he let the demon know anything more. the phone call had gone a long way - not in *trusting* the demon, but concluding the demon wasn't goin to hurt anyone until they tried something first.
The demon didn't move from here he sat cross legged, looking up as sam peared at the array from above. he held one last drawing in his hand, "second phone call if you cna help us with this one."
"No chance of letting me go?"
The answer should always be no. but cröwley had vouched for this demon, and so far, he'd been well behaved. His Godson - hwo knew he was a demon, had vouched for him. and then had gone so far as to threaten them if harm came to himm a demon that didn't flich athte name of crist, but had frozen complerely at the mear mention of holy water.
the demon waved him away, dismissing his own question. "I know, i know. demon. i get it. what's next for me hunter boy."
Sam handed him the last sketch he'd prepared. the 'trump card' if you will. the most unigue symbol from the array, the one they only found once. crolwey studied it for a minute before carefully folding it in half, image inside, and placed it on his array. the same spot as from the angel.
"Don't want to activate it, just in case. it's for taste - might not be mush for you humans, you'd learn to live without it - but i'm not entirely sure how that ones' gonna effect me...."
dean mad a nose indicating he'd be very affected to loose his sence of taste, where as castel jsut shruged - he wasn't sure he'd notice one way or the other. Sam, looking over the array, paused his next question - "What do you mean?"
Crowley stuck out his tounge - quite a bit longer than a humans, and forked. "Serpant and all. dn't actually have taste buds, so most food is a wash, but if you drink stuff right, it can be lovely. and you get the effects of coffee nad alcholo even if you cna't taste it. it's better if it's smelly, i guess. but what i do isn't smelling either, not built for it. kinda a mash of hte two?" he shrugged, "pen?"
"so what happens if you get your sence of taste bloacked? nothing?"
"That's what i don't know," he said, scribbling something on the folded piece "guess we'll find out. my guess, i won't be able to understand what i'm smelling. you get alot of information, flicking the air. not jsut what's out there, but where. like echolocation with smells. echolacation need hearing and speaking, dun it? probbaly like that." He handed to piece of paper back.
he'd redrawn a few bits of the array, without moving the big pieces. added tot he negative space and lined things differently.
"I guess we're gonna find out."
