Neither Demon or Human

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Of the hundreds of thousands of vile actions he'd committed, Crowley was almost certain that the torture of the sweet, naive angel in front of him had been one of his worst. It might have been one thing if it were someone like Naomi, or her goonies, but Crowley had known from the very beginning that Samandriel was far more innocent.

Remorse slammed into his chest, the weight of it hitting him like a freight train. Memories of the angel's screams echoed in his mind and for a moment, Crowley thought he might be sick with the intensity of it.

 clownsxkill started following you

Sam Winchester. Crowley's jaw set, emotions pressing down on him as he tried to process what he was feeling. It was rather too much, more than he could handle right now with the constant stress of his consciousness, though that didn't mean he was about to show it.

"Hello Moose. Not here to finish the job, I assume." Anger warred inside of him. Here the hunter had been so insistent, so prepared to cured him, had gone through so much, and then he had left him like this, this state of limbo, struggling with his own existence.

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Of all the times he could have run into Lucifer again, it had to be now. It couldn't have been when he was at the height of his power, toting an angel-killing gun around, abilities growing by the day. No, it had to be now. Partially human, struggling to gain control of himself, walking the line between the desire of power and forgiveness.

"Lucifer."

His thoughts were racing, trying to pull together something, some means of survival. Or at least, some means of not getting stuck back on the rack that it had taken so much time, manipulation, and conniving for him to finally get off of.

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Crowley had never met the infamous trickster, but he could gather information easily enough. A part of Hell for so long, and having immersed himself in as much knowledge on the supernatural for as long as he could remember, it didn't take the former king long to recognize the signs of an angel.

He was still demon enough to sense the benevolent power which radiated from this creature. It was his instinct to want to flinch back, but he pressed down the urge.

"And here I thought that all the angels had fallen," he commented carefully, eyes flickering over the shorter man's form. He was on edge, itching for the gun that had been taken from him by the Winchesters, the old luger with the specially casted bullets.

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There was something different about him. Something Crowley couldn't quite put his finger on. This wasn't the man that cuffed him and fought him, prepared to do whatever it takes to bring him down.

There was something softer now, about Dean Winchester, and Crowley wasn't certain how he felt about it. His own emotions were still raging inside him, demon and human, at war with one another.

"Winchester," he spoke the name with caution. He wouldn't past the Dean he knew to come and kill him now, despite the fact that he was partially human now. He did his best not to underestimate anyone.

 innagaddadavidababy started following you

He recognized her. Vaguely. She had something to do with the Winchesters and that alone set him on edge. They had a history, after all, and there was no telling what those two idiots had told their friends about him.

His fingers twitched, watching the redhead closely, licking his lips. He didn't have weapons on him, the Winchesters had taken those from him. He had spells, though few ingredients he could actually use.