[ 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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[ 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.