( open post! ) voicetest → abaddon

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[freesoldier]

[ 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.

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[ 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. ]

[freesoldier]

[ 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?

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[ 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. ]