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spoilers for the finale.
[The King of Hell looks something at a loss. Like he's not quite sure where to go from here.
Mostly because there isn't a way to go from here -- nowhere but down, anyway.]
Isn't that just how the cookie crumbles.
[His tone is pretty soft and subdued.
The Winchesters should've just shot him and put him out of his misery.
It's better than being stuck in partly-cured limbo.]
Mostly because there isn't a way to go from here -- nowhere but down, anyway.]
Isn't that just how the cookie crumbles.
[His tone is pretty soft and subdued.
The Winchesters should've just shot him and put him out of his misery.
It's better than being stuck in partly-cured limbo.]
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...We'll be back.
OMG YOUR JOURNAL NAME HAHAHAHA
Tell me, was it so bad with Naomi and I in charge? Not that your opinion matters, as it's already done.
[It's quiet.]
I just want the both of you to understand the consequences of what you've accomplished.
idk why anyone lets me pick my own journal names lmao
[And if the look on his face is anything to go by, he really does.]
I just can't - let him down again. You - you always said, right? That our greatest weakness was how we won't let each other go.
Well, you're right. But maybe we can use it for something, too. I just... I just want to do what Dean needs me to do. Maybe... [He wants to say 'maybe we can sort this out', but this time, right now, he doesn't have it in him to be hopeful. He sighs instead.]
because they're beautiful and you should be proud ok
Don't mistake my sudden newfound partial humanity with the idea that I might care about your problems, Sam.
[It's said dryly, with the tiniest hint of his old tone of god, just shut up in the back of his throat.]
Because while your story is touching, it still doesn't change the facts that you've destroyed the balance of the universe.
[And Crowley rolls his eyes to the ceiling, for patience.]
Again.
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And then he smirks. It's thin and watery and exhausted, but he's smiling at you because you sound almost (but not quite) like the antagonising douche he knows you as.]
I'm starting to think it's part of the job.
[He latches onto sarky humour. It's better than whatever he's supposed to be feeling.]
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[And, just like that, he's back to being fairly dismissive and empty about the entire thing.]
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I'm just saying - maybe Dean's right. Maybe we can figure somethin' out. [He clears his throat. He doesn't really want to ask, but some part of him feels like he owes you the interest.] What about you?
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There's no real place for him in Hell and over his dead body is he offering the Winchesters an ounce of assistance after they ruined him. He has no allies in the world anymore, so Crowley is going to revisit his Apocalyptic days... and make himself invisible.
Abaddon will have his heart on a plate if not.]
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So Sam just takes out his phone and very deliberately switches it on, only briefly flicking his eyes up from the screen to give you a Look as he turns away.
And he's willing to leave it there, apparently, because his attention is suddenly no longer on you at all and he's messing about with his phone like he took it out for any reason other than to remind you it exists. He's letting you go, for the moment, which is... something.]
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Just how badly did you lose, your majesty.
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Hell is going to go back to the way it was.
I'm certain everyone will be thrilled.
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[It's said dully, hands in his pockets.]
So no offense taken.
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[Crowley doesn't feel he does -- or deserves it, really. Instead, the demon hesitates before deciding to be bluntly honest.]
They should've just shot me.
It would've at least had a point.
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[SIGH. Crowley. Sigh.] It'll pass. ...Mostly. I mean, you're gonna probably get this weird urge to vomit every time you see an infant, but it's gonna be okay.
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There is no next chapter to this.
[At least now there's at least a spark of life in his tone, mostly irritation at Gabriel's complete lack of understanding.]
I am never going to regain what I was; it's gone. No demon in Hell is going to respect or revere a demon who can't look at the world without remembering what --
[And Crowley cuts himself off abruptly, sucking in a deep breath before letting it out slowly.]
-- it's done.
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At all.]
What do you plan on doing?
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[He's at the end of his line, as far as he's concerned.]
i spent 2 hours making icons just so i could tag you
And it's terrible, to see the cracks in the ruined black soot and rot and glimpse the brilliance of humanity underneath. They always did shine so brightly. Now that brilliance just makes Crowley's state all the worse, like water in an open wound.]
I'm sorry, Crowley. No soul deserves this.
[That's nearly what he is now.]
cry
[With just the tiniest inch of bite to his tone, even if the pride is gone.]
Don't lie and say that you didn't want the Gates closed, darling, you're just as guilty as everyone else who touched those tablets.
Re: cry
[There's some bite of her own.]
I would always want Hell locked to your kind- the way it should be.
[Pause.]
That doesn't mean any soul deserves this. The weight of conscience without possibility for true redemption. It's cruel.
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[Crowley is just going to ignore the nauseating jolt in his stomach at the realization that she's correct -- and there's no redemption for him. No chance of forgiveness.
He's a demon, so Crowley supposes the concept in general is a bit stupid, but if the Winchesters had just completed the act, none of this would even be an issue.
Leave it to them to take a disgusting concept and make it even more revolting.]
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[Sadly, John's not the kind of man to laugh loudly in the face of other's misfortune.
But he will enjoy it from afar.]
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[Crowley hasn't got any of that.
If anything, he's resigned.]
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Why should they have risked their lives to save you?
You always thought you were so important. But there's little more beautiful than seeing false hope and delusion break.
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They should've risked their lives because he risked his life to save them, Crowley wants to snarl. He defied them all, betrayed Lucifer in order to give the demons a breath of life. He gave them purpose; he gave them meaning. Crowley nearly died on a spit in Hell so that the demons wouldn't be eradicated -- and he did that with little expectation of surviving.
He wasn't just a ruler, he was their bloody savior, and no one came to help. No one came to save him. The one instance Crowley required someone to grab him and pull him to safety and no one came, when he himself had worked so hard to transform their home into something... great. A modern business -- and he had done it with no one's help but his.
Had he been arrogant? Of course -- but Crowley clawed his way to the top of his own volition and he had worked so hard to make something of himself. He had sacrificed so much to save them from certain annihilation, and the one time Crowley asks for help, for honest help, he is refused. Cast aside. Forgotten.
Because Crowley is, as the rest of them, just a demon. Nothing particularly special or fantastic. He is just that. And that, perhaps, is hardest pill of all to swallow, that he is nothing more than a twisted abomination of a soul like the rest, and while he always knew that, and even took pride in it -- he never felt it this way before.]
Perhaps you're right. I was naive and stupid.
[It's said quietly.]
But I would rather have delusions of my own grandeur than be anything like you.
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Sure, there's joy in feeling blood run over his fingers, in delicately taking something apart, in teasing out nerves until his victim is nothing but bright sparks of pain and the dull rush of blood in veins, but there's something in this quiet kind of breaking.
Something poetic and beautiful, and Alistair can't help but hum, pleased. ]
You can't even begin to imagine what something like me is Crowley.
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I thought Castiel stabbed you.
[A bit thoughtfully.]
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Probably wasn't the best decision on his part.
[Well, it was. Because her sisters would flip the unholy shit if he had. But it was more prosperous for Atropos, anyway.]
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[It's a flaw of his.]
But I fail to see why you're taking the credit for my hubris.
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[Couldn't agree more, really.]
The funny thing about being me... Is I can kind of tell what's going to happen.
[If she's interested enough. And when it revolves around Sam and Dean? The two numb-nuts who have been getting underfoot since the Prize Fight Debacle?]
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[It doesn't sound as if he minds.]
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