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And you came to my port.

[ she doesn't move her hand from his face. to find that he's a fallen angel, turned human, the lowest form his kind can be, abaddon's not quite sure how to turn this in her favour. the angels won't leave her alone if she threatens to cut off his head; he'd said it himself, a storm was coming for him, and it wasn't one to protect him from the big, bad knight. ]

[ angels were always so righteous, anyway. to go for a fallen leaves a little bit of a bad taste in abaddon's mouth. being human's punishment enough, isn't it? ]

[ she's a little miffed that he knows she's a demon. but, perhaps, he doesn't know who she is — and while, otherwise, she'd feel offended by him not knowing who she is, she can use this to her advantage. it's a pity she can't quite connect the dots for him; she could quite easily use him being important to the winchesters to her advantage, as well. (and he could use them to his advantage, too.) ]

While I think the term demon is a little harsh, did you really think I'd play knight to your damsel that easily?

[ and her fingers come to grip his chin hard. abaddon has come to a future where every finger is crossed behind one's back. angels didn't lie, but, then again, they didn't tell the truth when it would be in their favour not to, either. ]

[ Going to a demon for help seemed impossible. It's Castiel's last ditch effort are staying alive. He knows how vulnerable he is as a human. Any angel could pick him off if they wanted. They no longer have the ability to catch him off guard due to their wings being burnt off, but they do have the element of surprise. They've circled people and chosen vessels immediately. He can't see past the vessel any longer. He can't see beyond hers either. It's easy to forget that she could just as easily break him like his brothers and sisters. She held his life in her hands and he was making a very big leap by even bothering to come to her. It's a testament to how far Castiel has truly fallen from his old ways. It makes him ache. ]

I came to the most powerful piece on the chessboard. [ Demons have egos a mile long in his experience. Appealing to that has never hurt. It's always seemed to help with Meg and Crowley. The others have usually been dealt with. ] If you don't wish to help then I can easily leave you to your own devices. [ He didn't want to grovel for help, but he figured she was on the fast track to making him do so. She would do anything to break the angel she had in her possession and he was smart enough to realize that. She wasn't just going to roll over and play protector for him. Certainly not to someone with his reputation.

So far what he's verbally told her has been that he's an angel of the Lord with connections. A former one, but still he has use. When she pulls on his face like that he wants to fight her. He wants to shove her away and expel her from her body, but he can't. ] Because--my name is Castiel. If you're smart--which I believe you are then you already know my use. What I know and who I know could benefit you greatly. Helping me is in your best interests.

[ she continues to grip his chin, but the strength of her hold lessens considerably. after all, it's not every day that a knight piece has the king in their hands. ]

[ the stroke of her ego does help by a mile, too. ]

[ he does have a point, though. he's useful. castiel is a name that evokes such a range of emotions, from those of his own kind — anger and pity — to those whom he now serves. tossing a fallen angel to the side would be of poor choice. abaddon knows she can easily make an example out of him, a warning to his brothers and sisters that they may have been able to defeat her brothers and sisters, but they'll never defeat her (despite the fact that they very well have the ability to do so, but her determination will keep her going). but considering the nature of his relationships with other certain pieces, abaddon's willing to make an exception and forego the knee-jerk reaction of sending out a warning — and an invitation for a two-front war. ]

And your hunters won't follow the footsteps of your beloved brethren? [ she tilts her head just a little, surveying his face, looking for a tell. ] Leave Little Red to the Big, Bad Wolf?

[ castiel can talk himself up, but abaddon hasn't seen the way in which he interacts with the hunters. do they value him as much as he'd like her to believe? she's starting to think so, but hearing him say it would be the icing on the cake for her evening. ]

I do share a profound bond with them. Dean and I were in Purgatory together. I pulled him from Hell. I pulled his brother from the Cage. I took Sam's mental instability in his time of need. [ His interactions with the Winchesters are usually filled with quite a bit of bloodshed. He's bled more times for the Winchesters than he can count sometimes. It's hard not to fall into that pattern with them though. They were the ones to inspire Castiel to stand up against Heaven. They inspired him to rebel because they chose something that Cas could never fully grasp as an angel. They chose freewill and family. Freewill isn't something to be taken lightly either. Cas has come to realize this more often than he's comfortable with.

He's forced to look at her, but at this point he wouldn't look away. He knows what's happening right now. It's a competition of sorts. Who is the strongest. Though technically at this point it'd be her. Castiel is vulnerable and now very fragile in this state. She has all the power in the world over him, but he's not going to slink into his shell because she's manhandling him. If anything he'll hold his head higher and lean in closer. He's brave and stupid a lot of the time. A trait that hasn't completely been washed out of him after all the stuff he's been through. ]

I'm valuable. [ He swallows hard and has to find the will to say what he has to next. Everything about this makes his entire being feel unclean. He's walking a dangerous path that he's well aware of. His partnership with Crowley was supposed to be his last mingling with a demon, but then came Meg. Meg made sense, but this didn't. Still it offered protection. ] And I'm yours if you can keep me safe. [ The boys are resourceful, but defending against thousands of angels isn't something he wants to put them in the middle of. It's selfish and he's trying not to go down that road again. ]

[ and it seems as though she really did have the most powerful piece on the board right between her thumb and forefinger. abaddon couldn't help the triumphant grin forming on her face. ]

[ while she's not ignorant of the fact that castiel is a wanted angel, and all those damn angels have fallen from the skies and now have nothing but vengeance on the brain, she's very well aware that if she holds castiel, she becomes a target, too. she doesn't particularly want any angels coming knocking on her door again. but, if she can, somehow, bargain with them, offer them the thing they want most, then perhaps she'll gain herself pure immunity. it's a thought. and it's the thought that counts. ]

Can you get me Crowley? [ it's her way of saying fine without so much as saying the words. castiel's smart; he can read between the lines. but he can also probably read that if he can't guarantee her the salesman, then their truce might be a little on the flaky side. ]

[ but something tells her he can. and will. and those damn boys, if they care for him as much as it seems they do, since abaddon's seen, firsthand, dean's love for his brother, someone he wouldn't let anyone he didn't trust near to help in his time of need, then they've definitely got a deal. ]

[ the one thing they'll ever truly agree on is that castiel is valuable. and abaddon's damn well pleased with the worth of him. ]

[ He's unaware of Crowley's status. The last Castiel saw of him was in the church. Beyond that he didn't know what had happened to him. There was one thing that Cas did know though and that was Dean. He knew Dean's resourcefulness and his desire to turn the tables on the demons. He would have wanted to keep Crowley close at hand to get information from him. Sam's not the torturing type, but Dean was a torturer in Hell. Castiel had seen first hand what Dean looked like after falling prey to that down there. He tried to ignore it, but he couldn't. It was always there below the surface. If he could extract information from Crowley then he'd keep him close. Alive. Unchanged. It's what Castiel would do if put in that situation. ]

I believe I can. Dean's most likely using him for information of sorts. I don't believe he's in any position to stand in your way. [ The way she says his name leads him to believe she's not on the best terms with him. Castiel understood that desire to kill the man. Him and Crowley have been dancing around the idea of killing one another for a long time now. Ever since their alliance for the souls. Crowley was "screwed over" in that deal and Castiel walked away with ultimate power. Unfortunately that power was gone now, but Crowley's hatred for Cas isn't.

He's not sure if he's overly fond of the idea of going head to head with Crowley if that's what she wants. Crowley was responsible for Meg's death though and maybe it was important that he dealt with that. ] Though I have no problems with you killing him. He's not my--[ He pauses to search for how he wants to phrase it. Dean had a million and one ways for how he would. Cas simply had what he could remember. ] biggest fan. I "screwed him over" previously. Ever since then he's wanted revenge. He's been nothing, but a thorn. If you wish to kill him then I can help.

Edited 2013-10-17 10:52 (UTC)

[ it's not shocking that he speaks like him. ]

[ but she's a little surprised by how castel's apparently screwed him over. it implies an alliance between the two, a tentative bridge built between heaven and hell. abaddon's not quite sure how she feels about it, that the king of hell continues to act as a salesman. but, then again, isn't that what she's doing? ]

Crowley's head on a platter sounds ideal to me. [ more than ideal. she'll hang it on a pike outside of her kingdom in hell to make an example of the lowlifes thinking they're better than they truly are. ] But what I do with him is none of your concern.

[ they're not on equal footing. she wants him to understand that right here and now. ]

[ without much thought, abaddon lets go of castiel's chin. she walks a few spaces away, back to him, a mistake that she's certain she won't pay the price of today, before turning around towards him. ] But he's with Dean. [ good. that's one step closer to getting the little rat. two birds with one stone; abaddon really does love being efficient. ]

[ Castiel wouldn't stand in her way to destroy Crowley. He had no real use to Cas. There was a chance that Dean would be upset with him if his information was cut off, but he'd be able to move past it. Castiel wasn't too keen on upsetting his friend, but things are working with a delicate balance right now. He's human and he's got a million targets painted on his back. No amount of running and hiding with Dean will help him. They'll find a way to locate him. They always find a way. They're built to be resourceful and to not give up. They blame him for their current situation and revenge is a word that angels know very well. Castiel needs her help if he's going to survive at all. She's his last hope and he's desperate enough to overlook a few things.

When she moves away he feels better. He feels more balanced. He steps back to sit on the bed and places his hands at his sides. They grip the edge of the mattress and he focuses on her back. He doesn't want to look away from her right now. It's a sign of weakness. He may be weak right now, but he doesn't want to slap her in the face with this information. Though she already probably believes this without a single doubt. He'd rather not cement that fact to her. He'll keep his head up and his eyes on her. ]

Whether he's alive or dead is not something I'm aware of. If he is alive then Dean will most likely make sure he stays that way. [ His shoulders feel heavy. His whole body feels different. It's probably because of his change in clothing, but that sounds silly to him. For years he was in Jimmy Novak's clothes and he never had to change. These days he has what he acquired at the laundromat. He had to give up the bloody and tattered remains of of his past. ] Do I pass? Will you help?

[ abaddon quite likes the height difference; she's above while he's below. it's quite the turn of the tables. ]

[ she wishes there was a way to find out whether the salesman was alive or not. but she can't have all the pieces to the puzzle at once, can she? she knows he's definitely in dean's care. dean wouldn't toss up a vital playing chip like crowley, despite her hunting him down as viciously as she is. but what she can't guarantee, not even with dean's little fallen rat, is whether or not he's simply a meatsuit with a soul or no soul at all. ]

If I get what I want at the end of the day [ she walks towards him, coming to stand right in front of him. there's not much space between their legs, his knees bumping into hers. ] it'll be with flying colours. [ and she smiles, slow and drawn out. because she's the cat that caught the damn canary, even though she has yet to actually plot a way to catch it. ]

[ but with castiel on her side, however temporary it is, she'll find a way to knock down every wall dean's put up around himself to protect him and his property. ]

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