[ His voice drifted out from the bathroom where he sat waiting on the edge of the still damp bath tub/shower combination that all tiny hotel bathrooms seemed to have. It's not like he could have gone anywhere else. His clothes were all neatly folded on the end of the bed but fortunately there had been these complementary, long, and fairly comfortable robes left daily for their use. He had wrapped himself in one of these to dry off from his shower. ]
What is that anyway, chalk? You bring something to scrape it up?
I'm sitting in here in my bathrobe because I came in for a shower. I would like you to scrape that symbol of yours off so I can get dressed. I can't reach my clothes from in here, they are at the end of the bed.
[ Obviously! ]
That is... unless you would toss them in? I'd still like to get out once that's sorted though.
[ He stood up, barefoot padding his way over to the doorway which was as far as he could et before unseen forces began tugging at him to stay. His trademark shades had likewise been left at the end of the bed with everything else so his uncovered, yellow, and very much inhuman eyes were able to look at Dean's directly. ]
Not that this isn't a lovely... tiny hotel bathroom... but I would like to get out of it at some point. Yes, that's what I'm telling you.
Now what do you need, stepladder or footstool? How'd you even draw that thing up there?
[ Jesus fuck. Dean catches a glimpse of Crowley's real eyes and he visibly jerks back in shock, smacking his shoulder against the wall.
Ow. ]
Stood on the chair -- hang on back up. You're stuck in a demon trap?
[ It's not Yellow Eyes, but the eyes are yellow. Yellow Eyes is dead anyway, Dean shot him with the colt, he literally can't come back i nthe shape of Dean's creepy roommate.
[ The pulling back was almost expected, one tended to when encountering something strange, but the running into the doorframe... ow, that looked like it must have hurt. ]
It's a demon trap, isn't it? Those tend to work on demons...
[ He drew the well out into something of a sigh. ]
Not right at the start. Being kidnapped and all I thought it might be better not to mention that until I knew what was going on. I thought it might've been an advantage if Friday and that Captain didn't know about that but since they already know everything. I mentioned being a demon at that meeting. I don't think you were there.
This really the first time you've heard about it?
[ Oops the second? ]
I was wondering about that symbol. I didn't think you put it up there just for me. Where did you learn about those? You aren't...
[ As highly unlikely as this seemed he still had to ask. ]
[ He takes a few deep breaths as he listens and pushes himself off the wall, then moves to get poor Crowley's clothes and glasses, handing them through the door. ]
What? God no, not a priest. I'm a hunter. Move back a little, I'll smudge it.
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im omw
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No side trips. I don't want to be waiting for you all day.
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[ he's coming, he's coming!! A few minutes later, there's the telltale click of the key, and Dean coming in. ]
Crowley?
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[ His voice drifted out from the bathroom where he sat waiting on the edge of the still damp bath tub/shower combination that all tiny hotel bathrooms seemed to have. It's not like he could have gone anywhere else.
His clothes were all neatly folded on the end of the bed but fortunately there had been these complementary, long, and fairly comfortable robes left daily for their use. He had wrapped himself in one of these to dry off from his shower. ]
What is that anyway, chalk? You bring something to scrape it up?
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[ Dean is so confused. So, so confused. ]
Chalk, yeah. Dude, why’re you sitting here in your bathrobe? And what do you want? I ran all the way down here.
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[ Obviously! ]
That is... unless you would toss them in? I'd still like to get out once that's sorted though.
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[ un...less....
shit's starting to click into place here. ]
Wait a minute. Are you telling me you're stuck in there under that thing?
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Not that this isn't a lovely... tiny hotel bathroom... but I would like to get out of it at some point. Yes, that's what I'm telling you.
Now what do you need, stepladder or footstool? How'd you even draw that thing up there?
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Ow. ]
Stood on the chair -- hang on back up. You're stuck in a demon trap?
[ It's not Yellow Eyes, but the eyes are yellow. Yellow Eyes is dead anyway, Dean shot him with the colt, he literally can't come back i nthe shape of Dean's creepy roommate.
But shit, that's a shock. ]
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It's a demon trap, isn't it? Those tend to work on demons...
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You're a freakin' demon? Why the hell didn't you say something?!
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[ He drew the well out into something of a sigh. ]
Not right at the start. Being kidnapped and all I thought it might be better not to mention that until I knew what was going on. I thought it might've been an advantage if Friday and that Captain didn't know about that but since they already know everything.
I mentioned being a demon at that meeting. I don't think you were there.
This really the first time you've heard about it?
[ Oops the second? ]
I was wondering about that symbol. I didn't think you put it up there just for me. Where did you learn about those? You aren't...
[ As highly unlikely as this seemed he still had to ask. ]
...a priest?
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[ He takes a few deep breaths as he listens and pushes himself off the wall, then moves to get poor Crowley's clothes and glasses, handing them through the door. ]
What? God no, not a priest. I'm a hunter. Move back a little, I'll smudge it.