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mekachu04there was a long debate on trusting the demon's sketchs, using a myster angel who coun't consent to be a guinie pig. There was no proof this woun'd even go on to hurt the angel more.
The demon was given a second phone call to check in with his GodSon - Sam lisening in ont he speakerphone coversatin for coded messages. and tere where defiantly some attmepts - and all it sook wwa sam clearing his thaot for the converation to wheel back into other areas. but, to be fair, it would have been more succpisios had htere not been. Warlock then had a rather angry tirad saved for Sam afterward, with demands and threats being made of a very horrible end to them should Crowley not be reurned safetly at the end.
Sam had heard his share of threats in his life, but he'd give the man this; he certainly gave them weight.
in the end, it was Warlock who convided Sam to try what ever it was crolwey had suggested. they had, after all, summoned him for his help. what was hte point in all that ,a nd making everyone missrable, if htey where at least gping to use the knowldge he gave them.
It was stragnely the demon who gave them the first clue that something ad indead happen when they did. thye hadn't told him they where moving forward, and certialy didn't tell them when it was done. but the Demon was sitting in his circle making a discusted face, smaking his llips discretly, and, at one point, scrapping his tunge with his finger nials.
"Congradulations," he told them, "it's worse than eating ash."
"whta is?" dean prompted him, as Sam made notes of the next array the wanted to tackle.
"it's like.. looking at a picure, and knowing tha tyou're not seeing it. Like a Magic EYE!" crolwey perked up, "You've ssen those right? it's like. you know there's something there, and no matter how hard you look, itjust keeps slipping out of you comprehentin. I can... tell.. you got something back there hiding now, but only becuase there's a blank ashy place in the air, like a shape that just slips away."
Dean tapped the desk, trying not to look worried; crowley tried to sooth him, "Look, if i wans't locked in here helping you, i probably wouldn't even notice. it's cuase... i kn wyou biys are playing around with something back there you probbely shouldn't. at this point - whatever it is, it's not enough to alert anybody not looking for it. no big neon sign syaing 'HereI AM' "
He sobered up, "But... it could, ya? moving forward. whatever box youre trying to open, make sure it doesn’t say 'property of pandora' on the front, alright? i like htis world, so lets... be careful with mystery vessels. the genie in the lamp is usually closer to jafar."
"Why do you care," hedge Dean
"I like this place; earth. and i've worked real hard and lost too much trying to keep it around. and truthfully. you lot are the nicest hedgewitches to summon me over the age of 8. i think i'll feel bad helping you if it ends up getting you all hurt."
"WE're not hedgewitches!" dean sputtered, sam apearing in the doorway bemused, "We're hunters!"
Crowley narrowed his eyes, looked complimplative, "is this a gender thing? like witch and wizard. tailor and seamstress. where you try to make the manly thing more important even though they're prettymuch the same? never understood why you lot did that. dangly bits can be fun, but they don't make yo specil. i've tryed them both out, trust me, they don't make that much of a differance to someone's compantance."
That seamed to be more than Dean could handle a tthe moment, and Sam stepped forward to derail it before it ramped up. "If it is 5 sences based, what would you release next, for everyone safety?"
"Personally, i'd go smell, becuaes i don't like this," crowey stuck his forked tounge out pointedly, "Realistically, that would be the last one, propobly. lots of tings than smell really well, if someone's looking, it'd be pretty easy to find."
he propped is chin up in a raised knee. "Sight is neext worse idea. so a tie between hearing and touching, depending on ifyou can touch it or not. you must be though right? or do you jsut have fancy tools? hearing shoudl be fine, unless that could fall under echolocation?"
Sam lay out the four skecths he'd made of what he was pretty sure was the corrilating symbols, if the pattern held.
The demon was given a second phone call to check in with his GodSon - Sam lisening in ont he speakerphone coversatin for coded messages. and tere where defiantly some attmepts - and all it sook wwa sam clearing his thaot for the converation to wheel back into other areas. but, to be fair, it would have been more succpisios had htere not been. Warlock then had a rather angry tirad saved for Sam afterward, with demands and threats being made of a very horrible end to them should Crowley not be reurned safetly at the end.
Sam had heard his share of threats in his life, but he'd give the man this; he certainly gave them weight.
in the end, it was Warlock who convided Sam to try what ever it was crolwey had suggested. they had, after all, summoned him for his help. what was hte point in all that ,a nd making everyone missrable, if htey where at least gping to use the knowldge he gave them.
It was stragnely the demon who gave them the first clue that something ad indead happen when they did. thye hadn't told him they where moving forward, and certialy didn't tell them when it was done. but the Demon was sitting in his circle making a discusted face, smaking his llips discretly, and, at one point, scrapping his tunge with his finger nials.
"Congradulations," he told them, "it's worse than eating ash."
"whta is?" dean prompted him, as Sam made notes of the next array the wanted to tackle.
"it's like.. looking at a picure, and knowing tha tyou're not seeing it. Like a Magic EYE!" crolwey perked up, "You've ssen those right? it's like. you know there's something there, and no matter how hard you look, itjust keeps slipping out of you comprehentin. I can... tell.. you got something back there hiding now, but only becuase there's a blank ashy place in the air, like a shape that just slips away."
Dean tapped the desk, trying not to look worried; crowley tried to sooth him, "Look, if i wans't locked in here helping you, i probably wouldn't even notice. it's cuase... i kn wyou biys are playing around with something back there you probbely shouldn't. at this point - whatever it is, it's not enough to alert anybody not looking for it. no big neon sign syaing 'HereI AM' "
He sobered up, "But... it could, ya? moving forward. whatever box youre trying to open, make sure it doesn’t say 'property of pandora' on the front, alright? i like htis world, so lets... be careful with mystery vessels. the genie in the lamp is usually closer to jafar."
"Why do you care," hedge Dean
"I like this place; earth. and i've worked real hard and lost too much trying to keep it around. and truthfully. you lot are the nicest hedgewitches to summon me over the age of 8. i think i'll feel bad helping you if it ends up getting you all hurt."
"WE're not hedgewitches!" dean sputtered, sam apearing in the doorway bemused, "We're hunters!"
Crowley narrowed his eyes, looked complimplative, "is this a gender thing? like witch and wizard. tailor and seamstress. where you try to make the manly thing more important even though they're prettymuch the same? never understood why you lot did that. dangly bits can be fun, but they don't make yo specil. i've tryed them both out, trust me, they don't make that much of a differance to someone's compantance."
That seamed to be more than Dean could handle a tthe moment, and Sam stepped forward to derail it before it ramped up. "If it is 5 sences based, what would you release next, for everyone safety?"
"Personally, i'd go smell, becuaes i don't like this," crowey stuck his forked tounge out pointedly, "Realistically, that would be the last one, propobly. lots of tings than smell really well, if someone's looking, it'd be pretty easy to find."
he propped is chin up in a raised knee. "Sight is neext worse idea. so a tie between hearing and touching, depending on ifyou can touch it or not. you must be though right? or do you jsut have fancy tools? hearing shoudl be fine, unless that could fall under echolocation?"
Sam lay out the four skecths he'd made of what he was pretty sure was the corrilating symbols, if the pattern held.
