Castiel is no stranger to summoning spells, but this is the first time he's used this particular one. He could use something simpler but Castiel is eager to get out of the stuffed, cramped motel room he's been recovering in, eager to breath fresh air and stretch his body out. Plus, this is only appropriate, given the nature of the summoning.

He stands in the center of a crossroads, wrapped up in thrift store clothes that don't quite fit him, smoothing over a box of the appropriate required items in the dirt. This is tweaked, somewhat; a special cocktail of 'hey, someone's trying to sell their soul over here' designed to attract Crowley.

Castiel might be human now, but he's always been damn good with magic. Comes with a perfect knowledge of both Latin and Enochian. And yes, his might just be a human soul, but there are very few human souls that were previously an angel's.

With his physical wounds healed for the most part, Castiel is still waiting for the full recovery of his powers. He still can't heal, and flying takes more effort than it should, but he's sure - as with every other injury he's taken - it's just going to take a little extra rest and recuperation and then he'll be back at full strength.

The problem is that Castiel doesn't feel very at ease anymore. It's difficult to rest when he's worried that Alastair might come after him or the Winchesters again, especially in the knowledge that even at his full strength he was no match for the demon; never has been, really, not even when he was captain of the garrison and had tied Alastair into a devil's trap himself.

So instead of chasing sleep, rest and betterment like he should be, Castiel is throwing things into a bowl in a motel room. There's questions he needs answering; questions that can only be answered by one demon: Crowley. Castiel's not strong enough to find him, so he intends to summon him.

He draws a knife edge across the flat of his palm and squeezes just enough of his blood into the bowl, scrunching his face up as he does. Castiel takes in a deep breath, flicks his wrist and murmurs Enochian as he sets the ingredients alight; they go up in flame, the heat just touching his face.

The universe is engineered to create conflict. God created man, gave them free will, and as a result, man does... this.

This being murder. Castiel frowns at the scene in the store before him. With nothing to do but simply watch, he was drawn to the noise and the chaos, but by the time that he arrived - silent, invisible, as he is now - in the grocery store, there was already nothing that could be done. One robbery gone wrong. Castiel's mouth twists as he watches from the back shelves as a police officer interviews the other store worker; her colleague is under a white sheet stained red.

Lucifer: 19.Openly gay. Has a bit of a temper and is usually a dickhead. Doesn't open up to people. Full of family issues. Step brother to Michael. First year college student. He's not sure what he's doing in college but all he knows is he enjoys partying and maybe a little too much. He's probably on his way to becoming an alcoholic. Spends more time partying than studying and he'll pay for people to do his homework. Played by: devilsindetroit

Michael: 21. So far in the closet, he's found Narnia. He's your typical golden boy with the arrogance to match. Great at sports, aces all of his classes and can turn a girls legs to jelly with just one smile. Of course, he isn't really that interested in wooing girls, even if he's known for sleeping around quite a bit. He's in denial, thinking that the blow jobs he gets in the locker room from Milligan after practice every week don't translate to him being homosexual. Played by: dontbeabitchsammy

Crowley: 23. Believes labeling his sexuality is far too limiting to him (in other words, he’s a bit of a whore). Charming, intelligent, and snarky senior, on his way to becoming a museum curator. British exchange student and TA for the freshman British Literature class. Likes things you’ve probably never heard of and prides himself on it. Enjoys poetry, Greek mythology, and writing. Played by: attendezlacream

Castiel: 19. Closet gay. Virgin. Never been kissed. Normally a quiet kid with good grades, but can be a hot head when he wants to be. He likes to draw and paint. He keeps himself to himself, shy and out of place. His best friend is Anna. His big brother, Gabriel also attends the college. The person he looks up to. Never any good at sports. He would love to become a doctor. Nervous and a little bit lost. Played by: castiel1991

Sam Winchester: 20. Bisexual. Had a steady girlfriend named Jessica during high school and freshman year, but after a terrible break up he's single again and hesitant to get back into a relationship. Smart, straight A pre-law student but far too curious for his own good. Trouble seems to follow him around. An athletic kid, he's the captain of the crew team and a member in a popular fraternity on campus.  Played by: sigilmastersam

Anna Milton: 20. Straight so far, only interaction with girls were innocent kisses on a party. She has a life of appearances. Raised by strict religious parents, she has to pretend that she is a perfect daughter when she isn't. If Anna breaks a rule, she makes sure that nobody finds out. She is in a relationship with Michael but Castiel is the only person she trust completely. Played by: anniemilton

Balthazar: 20. Bi-sexual. Is a definite player and partier. Family problems growing up left him with a "burn and turn" attitude towards romantic love. He's loyal to the platonic connections he has, willing to forgive but ready to manipulate as he expects the same forgiveness in return. Sarcastic, witty and outwardly self-confident. Smart when he tries, uncaring when he's uninterested. As long as it pays well enough for a fancy flat downtown, he doesn't care what degree he comes out with. Favourite classes include anything to do with free expression (politics, english, art).

Played by: teenage-mutant-ninja-angel 

Gabriel: 23, Cas' brother. Openly pansexual. Has had numerous flings, one with Lucifer at one point. Amber eyes and brown hair, him and Cas look nothing alike, but he would do anything for him, as he is fiercely protective. Friends with Dean and has his sights set on Sam. Has a sweet tooth and somehow passes all of his classes while barely attending them.

Played by: rewrite-the-role-we-play

Jo Harvelle: 20. Straight but tends to make out with women when given Tequila. Single for the taking. Comes from a divorced home with only one serious relationship in her past. A relationship she doesn't like to talk about that ended badly. Smart, sharp tongued, and generally seen around men because women get on her nerves more than anything else. Pre-med, wants to be a Pedatrician. And is usually up for anything anyone throws at her.

Played by: senorita-harvelle

Dean Winchester: 23, Pansexual, aka will-sleep-with-anything-that-suits-his-fancy.  Entered college the same year his brother did ‘to keep an eye on him’. Known as a ladies man on campus, he tends to keep his male/male dalliances low key, and leans towards women due to his desire to be a father someday. He suffers from BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder, currently undiagnosed), making it difficult to connect and make stable, lasting relationships.  Despite this, Dean is quite charming, if not a bit sarcastic. His major is currently undeclared, but many have suggested he look into becoming a mechanic due to his love of working on his car, which also serves as a form of self-therapy when he’s in a a bad mood. Dean is not the best student, but he gets his work done upon his brother’s nagging. His grades are average at best.

Played by: thatgirlwhodraws

Adam Milligan: 18. Prefers not to disclose his sexuality because he’s still trying to figure things out, but, he thinks he’s leaning more toward men. Single, though he does fancy Michael. Intelligent, obsessive at times, stubborn, and often having a cynical out look on life. He’s the half-brother of Sam and Dean, and has lived with them since his mother died. He feels like a black sheep in the family, jealous of Sam and Dean’s relationship. He also suffers from OCD. He’s s a biology major, aspiring to be a forensic scientist.

Ruby:  20 and a sophomore. She's straight so far as anyone knows. She's aware that most people on campus don't like her, but she really couldn't care less. She's acts like she's got a soft spot for Sam Winchester, however no one can be sure. She does well in classes, but only because she really doesn't have to try. She's a Communications Media major, who has learned how to mess with people's heads, and she's gotten good at it.

Meg: 20. Crowley's little sister. Bisexual. Like Crowley she is also a bit snarky, sarcastic and a very wild streak. Very good at manipulating people. Has her eye out for corrupting poor little innocent Castiel. She keeps changing her major and really has no idea what she wants to do - more interested in the social aspect rather than the academic.

Castiel: It was awful.

Sam: As long as you don't hate him. *smiles at gabe* I'll be good.

Lucifer: People change, Michael. But, I guess I have to work on my behavior. Being killed because I was 'mean' isn't a "cool" way to go.

Gabriel: [grins proudly at Balthazar] It was beautiful. This knucklehead had to perform surgery on his bro, AND get slammed in the nuts. [chuckles]

Castiel: & zapped me places I never want to return too.

Crowley: Don't forget the herpes, Gabe. *snickers a little*

Sam: And I got turned into a car.

Gabriel: [smiles wickedly] Ah, yes, the herpes.

Balthazar: *purses his lips and drinks* I envy your talents.

Castiel: Nutcracker! *laughs*

Gabriel: And Dean finally got to ride you.

Sam: *facepalms and bitchfaces* No, dont remind me about the herpies.

Sam: Oh, Gabe that sounds dirty.

Lucifer: *listening to this conversation and totally smirking because trololol taught lil' gabe everything <3*

Michael: *smiles and grabs the kitten from Crowley before pulling the demon down to sit beside him* That's sweet. *cuddles the kitten and nudges Lucifer a bit before gesturing towards Crowley* Don't you have something you want to tell him, since you're trying to be nice now?

Gabriel: [snorts] Like it wasn't supposed to.

Sam: *hides his face with the drink and pushes gabe*

Gabriel: [can't help but grin] [kisses Sam's cheek]

Balthazar: *laughs*

Castiel: *chuckles, softly*

Balthazar: I can't believe I am missing out on this! But.. my work is important. *smirks*

Crowley: *is pulled down beside Michael, his scowl softening a little. He can't stay that mad with Michael cuddling Buttons all adorably.*

Sam: *rubs the spot where gabe kissed and tilts his brows up at him* ..

Lucifer: No. *tries to cover up bitch face. He liked it better when crowley wasn't next to them*

Castiel: You're leaving?

Balthazar: No worries, Cassy. Not at the moment.

Castiel: *relaxes again, smiling*

Gabriel: [scrunches up nose] No good, Sam?

Michael: Please, Luci. For me? *pokes out his lip further and looks at him with wide, pleading eyes before lifting Buttons up until he was eye level* And Buttons?

Sam: *pulls his lips into a line. not the cute face* Good..

Crowley: *snorts* Oh, don't make him. He doesn't want to and that's obvious. I'll just get to spend eternity knowing I'm the bigger man.

Castiel: If those two start again... I will kill them. *his eyes closed, muttering about Lucifer and Crowley*

Balthazar: I can be on a little vacation. *drinks*

Gabriel: [softens expression] ..I love you.

Sam: *quietly* Love ya too, Gabe. *half smiles up at him*

Balthazar: *thinks thats so precious* No, Cassy we have a wedding to plan. I cannot abandon you in the middle of it!

Lucifer: *Slowly starting to hate this 'show michael he cares about him' game. He takes a deep breath and looks over to Crowley* I'm /very/ sorry I almost killed you, Son. *goes to pet the stupid kitten*

Gabriel: [wraps arms around Sam's shoulders] I mean it.

Castiel: Well, then. *opens his eyes* We best get planning - who will be the braidsmaids?

Michael: *smiles a bit, knowing that was the best he was going to get out of Lucifer and moves closer to him, holding Buttons out towards him* That wasn't so hard now, was it?

Sam: *turns bright red at that. its obviously not some kind of trick* .... *looks serious* Me too.

Crowley: *seethes, choosing to ignore the last bit and just waves his hand in acknowledgement, sliding to the other end of the couch before he has the urge to strangle someone. Or himself.*

Balthazar: I think the Winchesters should be bridesmaids. They are practically your family.

Castiel: *snorts, imagining them in dresses*

Balthazar: And Sir Crowley.

Castiel: As a bridesmaid?

Castiel: Oh yes, I'd pay to see that.

Gabriel: Sammy in a dress. [whistles approvingly]

Crowley: *turns, the scowl is now a full-on bitchface* Excuse me?

Michael: *looks over at Crowley and frowns before reaching out and grabbing Crowley, trying to haul him back over*

Sam: Mmmf... Are we all going to match?

Castiel: *laughs at Crowley, the only thing going through his mind was him in a dress*

Balthazar: *ignores crowley and looks at cas* Oh! Also, Anna. I know how you love that girl.

Crowley: *can't be moved that far, silly weak human Michael*

Gabriel: No way. I'm the only one who gets to wear pink.

Crowley: I am not wearing a dress, Cas. I will not do it.

Sam: Damn. Maybe we should just match Cas then.

Michael: Come here. *whines and sets Buttons in Lucifer's lap before using both hands to try and pull him over*

Castiel: Yes, Anna. She will be the maid of honour.

Gabriel: C'mon, Crowley. You'd look great in red. [smiles]

Castiel: Best man?

Lucifer: *This Michael bouncing back and forth is starting to grate on his nerves. He expected it, yes but it was going to take some getting used to. Lucifer scoops the cat up off his lap and just looks it in the eyes.*

Castiel: & yes, Crowley - you have to. You are my bridesmaid!!

Balthazar: Perhaps Dean should be the best man>

Michael: *looks over at Cas* Am I just going to be left out?

Balthazar: ?

Sam: Mikey can be the ring bearer. You two will be soooo adorable. *snorts drunkenly*

Gabriel: Ooh, put Mikey in powder blue.

Castiel: I love that idea.

Crowley: *snorts* Honestly, you're ridiculous. I will not wear a dress. *sighs, slipping over toward Michael, glowering at Lucifer holding Buttons* Michael can be your bridesmaid instead. He looks better in a dress.

Castiel: Lucifer is another best man.

Balthazar: This is simply going to be the best wedding ever!

Michael: I do not... and how would you know? I never wore a dress for you.

Sam: Its called an imagination, Mike. *derps*

Michael: Are you imagining me in a dress, Sam?

Crowley: I've imagined plenty of things, darling. *snorts* Not to mention, the time when Gabriel and Sam were putting everyone in women's clothing.

Castiel: *laughs* I can't wait!

Michael: Oh yeah... that. *shudders*

Gabriel: I know I am, Mike. [smirk]

Lucifer: *shrugs, still staring at the kitten. It has turned into a staring contest* Must I be included? I'd rather just watch *he means sleep through* the wedding.

Sam: *bitchfaces8 Maybe.

Castiel: Oh yes.. *rememebers the victorian dress and shivers*

Sam: ............*turns bright red when he remembers the maid outfit* ...

Lucifer: *LOL THAT MAID OUTFIT <3*

Balthazar: ............*trying to hold back laughter. these mental images are so quality right now*

Crowley: I am so glad I wasn't included in that little prank. *smirks*

Lucifer: .... *suddenly starts sulking. HE MISSES HIS MOJO*

Balthazar: *fans self*

Balthazar: *brb dying*

Sam: Dude are you ok...?

Michael: If I had my powers, I'd put you in a dress right now.

Castiel: If I had my powers, Crowley.

Crowley: Too bad for you! *snickers*

Michael: I bet I could get you in one without any powers.

Crowley: No. *scowls*

Balthazar: *has powers and is seriously debating this* ....

Balthazar: *oh but i am not that creul?*

Michael: Wanna bet on it?

Lucifer: *pulls gaze away from the kitten to glare at Balthazar. You fucking lucky bastard B|*

Castiel: *looks up at Balthazar, pleading with him too do it, silently*

Balthazar: *yes. yes you are that creul, balthy*

Crowley: I'd bet plenty of things on it. *scowls more.*

Balthazar: *silently everyone is in dresses. specifically the ones from that prank, and others. of course his clothing remains intact*

Sam: ........................​.........:T

Crowley: *snorts, pointing at Sam and Cas*

Castiel: Crowley - look in the mirror.

Sam: *hides his face. hes so embarrassed*

Castiel: *groans as he looks down at the dress, feeling uncomfortable, but worth it for everyone else*

Lucifer: *Suddenly he's in a bright pink. super frilly lolita dress with the stupid hat B|*

Lucifer: *FEEL THOSE VIBES AND READ HIS MIND. YOU'RE DEAD BALTHAZAR*

Balthazar: *trololololo*

Crowley: ....I hate you, Balthazar. *scowls, the thing is so poofy and netted and obnoxious and noooo.*

Balthazar: You all are simply a vision.

Castiel: Out of all the dresses, this one? *looks down, laughing slightly*

Michael: *is suddenly in a really skanky, form fitted prom dress* Oh great... I look like I'm begging to be date raped.

Castiel: *is in the victorian one, at least there were no ears this time* Lovely.

Crowley: *too busy scowling to notice Michael* Hate. Everything.

Sam: PFFTTT!! *is about to die when he sees mike* AHHH!

Lucifer: *pokes at the frills* I'd rather be naked.

Balthazar: *leans back and admires his handywork. he is a genius among angels*

Crowley: We'd rather you weren't. *glares at Lucifer*

Michael: *tries to cross his legs without showing too much... apparently his prom dress didn't come with gender appropriate undergarments*

Castiel: *can't help but agree with Lucifer - the dress he was wearing was revolting*

Lucifer: *Is a fucking eyesore B|* Balthazar. Do something about this- *motions to dress* or change the color.

Balthazar: Nope.

Castiel: *laughs* You look beautiful, Lucifer!

Balthazar: *changes cas into a french can can girl outfit*

Crowley: Yeah, Lucifer. A vision. *snorts*

Lucifer: *growls* Shut up.

Sam: A vision in baby pink. *snort*

Castiel: *looks down, groaning*

Crowley: Make me. *makes a face*

Balthazar: Are you not satisfied with my fashion sense, Cassy. *leans closer to him*

Lucifer: Don't make me put you over my knee.

Michael: *gapes* Oh please do.

Crowley: *sneers* Oh, please.

Michael: I mean uhm... give me Buttons. *grabs the cat and shuts up*

Castiel: Its better then the last dress. *looking down at the dress* But were the shoes nessassary? *blushes*

Castiel: *glad no one had noticed yet*

Sam: *notices cas just then and laughs at him*

Balthazar: The shoes are completely necessary.

Lucifer: Uh, no. I'd rather put /you/ over my knee than /him/. *takes the cat right back. He had a staring contest to finish mikey >:<*

Michael: *arches an eyebrow* Oh?

Castiel: .... Of course they are. *blushes*

Sam: *pulls down his skirt a bit and blushes* ...

Crowley: *scowls* And I'd rather he didn't put you /or/ me over his stupid knee.

Lucifer: If Michael wanted to be put there he can. You can't stop him.

Balthazar: Boys? Do you all want pretty pieces of tape to go with your dresses? *frowns* Cut it out.

Castiel: *moves his hand up to feel the feather in his hair, deciding that wasn't necessary and taking it out.*

Castiel: They'd deserve it.

Michael: Aw, don't be jealous Crowley. *reaches over and plays with a piece of the demon's frilly dress*

Crowley: *bitchfaces at Lucifer* BIt late for that.

Sam: *drinks because he is not sure what else to do*

Castiel: .... Why aren't you in a dress, Bathazar? You'd look /good/ in one too.

Balthazar: I'm just enjoying the joke, Cassy, but being part of it. *smirks and drinks* And no, I just think you are flattering me.

Lucifer: Because Balthazar is already girly as it is.

Sam: *frowns at luci cause their dresses are pretty much the same just different colors*

Castiel: No, you should be wearing one.

Lucifer: *WE WERE MADE FOR EACH OTHER SAMMEH*

Balthazar: Pardon me? I hope you realize who's running the show. *laughs*

Michael: *pulls his hands back and rolls his eyes at Crowley* Fine, be moody. See if I care.

Castiel: Balthazar isn't girly, Lucifer is just jealous. *chuckles*

Sam: *sure we were. actually we were but thats a different story*

Balthazar: *sighs* Well, since you are so demanding, Cassy. *poofs himself into a german barmaid outfit*

Castiel: *blushes and pulls back to get a better look.* Very nice, Brother. It suits you

Lucifer: *Totally sees that look Cas is giving Balthy. So Luce throws one of the pillows on the floor* I think Castiel would like it if you picked that up for him. He's gonna need it after all.

Balthazar: *poofs the pillow on cas's crotch* One step ahead of you.

Balthazar: *smirks*

Sam: Hey Cas! Will you remember this one too!? *gets up*

Crowley: *grimaces and scowls at all this* Lucky for me I have the mojo. *snickers, poofing himself regular and out of the cage*

Michael: *sits back against the couch and pouts* Of course he leaves me here in a skanky dress...

Lucifer: But you look good, Michael. *laughs some more*

Sam: You look better than I do.

Michael: I look like a hooker.

Sam: I look like a little girl with a pituitary problem. *shrugs*

Balthazar: GGgfhjhhg *laughs*

Lucifer: *ditto B|* No, you're not. Hookers aren't cute.

Balthazar: *snaps back into his regular clothes* Sorry I can't party for longer, but I really must be going! Farewell! *disappears*

Sam: *passes out and dreams of gabe in a dress tossing flowers idk*

Michael: *smirks from ear to ear* Disappointed that your plan didn't work? That I'm not sobbing and crawling back?

Lucifer: *nudges Castiel with his foot* I didn't plan on actually hurting you. But I might always change my mind.

Crowley: Arses to you, you sob enough of your own accord. Why would I want to do that? Then I'd just have to listen to your incessant whining.

Michael: Is that why you're constantly here, making sad puppy eyes at me? It's pathetic, really. You'd think being a demon you wouldn't be such a pussy about all of this.

Castiel: You threatened to cut out my /tongue/, Lucifer. *frowning, looking at the ceiling.*

Crowley: And you'd think that you, being Lucifer's little fuck toy, would be used to having him want everyone except you, including the demon who betrayed him. But apparently it still hurts for you. How fucking precious. Michael still thinks Lucifer loves him and actually gives a fuck about him other than when he's drunk. What a beautiful delusion, Michael.

Lucifer: *laughs* If you'd like, I can still do it.

Castiel: You leave me tongue alone, Luce.

Castiel: my*

Michael: *his smirk fades and his eyes become angry* You're right. I was delusional... but at least that delusion helped me get rid of your ass.

Crowley: Darling, you'll never be rid of me. *smirks* No matter how hard you may try to be.

Michael: It's really sad how you're still clinging to me, Crowley. *paints on a mock frown and moves closer to the demon* Can't you tell I don't want you.

Lucifer: *he reaches under his pillow and oh, look. Another knife. Lucifer then leans closer to Cas* Say "aahh".

Crowley: No, /darling/, I really can't. *chuckles*

Castiel: *moves away quickly and falls off of the bed, groaning*

Michael: Could you be any more pathetic?

Crowley: Could you be any bigger a liar? *steps closer, closing the distance between them*

Michael: If I wanted you, Crowley... you'd already be in my bed and you know it. *smug*

Crowley: Well, I guess it doesn't matter if you want me or not then. *smirks before pressing Michael hard against the wall, kissing him fiercely*

Castiel: *stands up facing his brother, looking at the knife warily.*

Michael: *Michael gasps as he's slammed back against the wall and Crowley's lips press against his. For a long moment, he just stands there in shock until the realization hits him and he kisses back with an equal amount of vigor. After a few moments, Michael pushes the demon back a bit and smirks at him.* It eats you up, doesn't it? The fact that I left you for you /Daddy/.

Lucifer: *he laughs when Castiel fell off the bed and twirls the knife between his fingers. : > *

Crowley: And I'm sure it doesn't hurt much that your other half, your /brother/, nearly fucked me. *smirks back, pushing Michael back up against the wall* He left you for everyone, Michael, even the one he always said he hated.

Castiel: You wouldn't really.. *tries to make it into a statement rather then a qestion, but was pretty sure he failed, staring at the knife*

Lucifer: I might.

Michael: *It did hurt. It made his chest tighten suddenly but he wasn't about to let Crowley see that so instead he pulled the demon forward again until his mouth was right up against his own.* He didn't do it because he wanted you, Crowley. Don't kid yourself. This was all about /me/.

Castiel: You'd have done it by now. *acting like he wasn't scared*

Crowley: *laughs against the angel's lips, biting down on Michael's bottom lip hard* I've never deluded myself the way you have, Michael. It isn't all about me /or/ you. It's about him. It always has been. Whatever Luci wants, he gets, and he casts it aside when he's finished. Like he did with you. *takes Michael's face in his hands and kisses him hard, his fingernails scraping down the angel's neck*

Michael: *No, Lucifer loves him. He does. D: * Is that why you two are always fighting over /me/? Because of him? *Michael kisses back, hissing as the nails cause small red scratches to form on his skin and counters with a few scratches of his own along Crowley's cheeks, making sure they draw blood just to hurt the demon even more. It wasn't like he couldn't heal them instantly.*

Crowley: *Crowley groans loudly, putting a hand on Michael's throat, holding him against the wall as he wipes his cheeks. He knows Michael's right and he can't fight that, but he doesn't want this to stop. He doesn't want Michael to stop touching him and paying attention to him, even if it is just to fight about Lucifer and even if it is probably drawn more from their mutual anger at being hurt by the other.*

Michael: *He grins wickedly at the way Crowley wipes angrily at his cheeks and can't help the spark of arousal that hits him at being held in place by the demon. Crowley had never been like this with him before and the mere thought of him finally letting go made Michael's entire body flush with excitement.* You aren't going to cry, are you? *He bites his lip, eyes dancing with amusement as he cups Crowley's cheek and runs his thumb over his bottom lip before digging his fingers into the broken skin on his cheek, hoping for some sort of reaction.*

Lucifer: *oh he so knows you're scared, Cassy* Don't tempt me.

Crowley: *Crowley growls at first, then quiets as he feels Michael's thumb over his lip. He quivers a little, eyes rolling back, and he groans again, pulling Michael off the wall and slamming him back into it, pinning him to it by his wrists* I wouldn't give you the satisfaction.

Castiel: I'm not, I'm stating a fact. *confidently. He sits back down on the bed, putting a few feet between him and Lucifer, wary of the knife. He wanted to keep his tongue.*

Michael: *Michael's head hurts a little but it's definitely worth the look on Crowley's face. He's obviously fighting himself on this and the realization makes Michael grin.* I'm not upsetting you, am I /darling/? *His eyes flash as he pushes lightly against Crowley's grip, not really wanting the demon to let him go.*

Crowley: Fuck you. *Crowley glares at him, his eyes narrowing, and bites down on Michael's collarbone, dragging his teeth along the angel's neck and up to his earlobe. He whispers into the angel's ear, his voice cracking.* Fuck you, Michael.

Michael: *Michael groans finally, pushing against Crowley's hands again only this time with some force. Of course, being human now, it wasn't like Michael was going to get free unless Crowley wanted him to. Clenching his eyes shut, Michael lets out a heavy breath and leans into Crowley further.* Is that an offer or...?

Lucifer: Well, you're right. *he throws the knife to the side* But it's only because I don't want to ruin another shirt.

Crowley: *Crowley chuckles darkly, resting his head against Michael's shoulder. He shakes a little, holding Michael's wrists firmly, and he opens his mouth. The words he wants to say are choked and strangled and he can do nothing but let the nearly mute sobs wrack his body. His grip on Michael's wrists loosen as he continues, his entire body shaking, occasional and quiet cries escaping from him.*

Crowley: *loosens

Castiel: *huffs a sigh of relief, relaxing back on the bed.* Jerk.

Michael: *Michael's anger melts away instantly once he realizes that Crowley is crying. His face falls and his heart aches as he pulls his hands from Crowley's grip and warps them around the demon.* Hey, hey... it's alright.

Lucifer: *Pauses* Bitch.

Castiel: It appears we have spent too much time with Sam and Dean.

Crowley: *Crowley holds in the sobs, his body shaking violently. He can't do this anymore. He's been lying to Michael since they broke up, but he's been lying to himself, too. He takes a deep breath and manages to choke out a sentence before sobbing again.* I'm sorry I can't be enough for you. *He keeps his head down, refusing to look Michael in the face, lest he completely lose any composure and dignity he had left.*

Lucifer: I think you're right. *He goes back to touching his nose, trying to see how well the pain killers are working* Father should have left our healing abilities. First my hand now my nose... *irritated sigh*

Michael: *Michael rubs his hands up and down Crowley's back, not really sure what else to do. He had never deal with a crying person before... usually he was the one crying. Swallowing hard, Michael fought off the urge to join in Crowley's crying and pushed the demon back a bit when he spoke.* It isn't like that, Crowley. You know how much I love you. I just didn't want to hurt you anymore. You deserve so much better than me.

Castiel: *crawls closer to Lucifer, gently touching his nose.* I think you broke it, Luce.* Are you sure you don't want any ice? It numbs the pain.

Crowley: *Crowley takes another deep breath and laughs, shaking his head. He looks at Michael, his eyes puffy and red.* When you can show me who that is, I'll believe you. Until then, I'm going to maintain that you're the only one.

Gabriel joined the chat 56 minutes ago

Michael: *He feels a pull in his chest as well as a stinging in his eyes and he just can't seem to keep himself from pulling Crowley closer and pressing his lips to his in a soft kiss. He loves Crowley, he never stopped and this... it's too much and he can't handle it anymore. It's breaking him.*

Lucifer: *smacks Cas' hand* Great. *more sighing* As much as ice might help it, I'd rather not go out there. I don't need a black eye on top of this.

Lucifer: *smacks Cas' hand* Great. *more sighing* As much as ice might help it, I'd rather not go out there. I don't need a black eye on top of this.

Lucifer: (um awesome chatzy XD )

Crowley: *Crowley feels his heart almost break as he presses his hand to Michael's cheek, knowing he's going to have to let him go back to Lucifer. He strokes Michael's cheek as he kisses him and he's sure he tastes sadness on Michael's lips, which just makes it hurt even more.*

Castiel: *scowls and takes his hand away* Who said you have to go out there? I will.

Gabriel: (Luce and Cas can I join you?)

Lucifer: (go for it :O they're in luce's room right now )

Castiel: (yess!)

Gabriel: *avoiding the mushy mess, heading to Luce's room* What's popping, kids?

Castiel: Hello, Gabriel.

Michael: *He breaks away from Crowley and gasps, pressing his forehead against Crowley's and clenching his eyes shut desperately in order to keep the tears at bay.* I wish I knew how to fix this...

Gabriel: *winking at Cas*

Gabriel: (MICHAEL WISHES HE KNEW HOW TO QUIT YOU CROWLEY)

Lucifer: If it'll help it then go ahead. *nods at Gabriel* Hello brother.

Michael: (OMG I seriously almost wrote that but didn't xD)

Crowley: (OH MY GOD. BROKEBACK CAGE. <////3)

Lucifer: (LOL)

Castiel: (lmfao!)

Lucifer: (Brokeback Cage: The Musical)

Lucifer: (since y'know. flirting with lyrics and all that :> )

Castiel: (/dead/)

Crowley: (Featuring the stylings of Luci Perry, Crowley Criss, and Michael Swift.)

Lucifer: (TROLOLOL)

Gabriel: Luce. How's tricks?

Michael: (MICHAEL SWIFT!)

Castiel: *smirks back at Gabe before getting up* I'll go get some for you. And... I'll take the knife back. *picks it up before Lucifer could complain and walks out the room, heading towards the kitchen.*

Crowley: *Crowley runs his hand up Michael's neck, resting it on the nape of the angel's neck, staring at him with a mixture of longing, sadness, and adoration for Michael.* I don't think anything can fix this, love. It's was never meant to be, but we just keep trying to force it. *He plays with Michael's hair, biting his lip.*

Gabriel: *pats Cas on the ass on the way out*

Castiel: *blushes, jolting slightly. He walks into the kitchen, heading towards the freezer and taking out a few of the icecubes, wrapping them up in a clean dishcloth, ignoring the other two completely, not looking in their direction. He walks back quickly, heading back into the room.* Here, Lucifer.

Michael: *He opens his eyes finally and frowns at the expression on Crowley's face but manages to keep his emotions in check.* Who cares if it isn't meant to be. I'm tried of this destiny shit. I just want to be happy.

Crowley: What are you suggesting? *His voice is nearly a whisper and he's too afraid to look at Michael's face.*

Michael: I don't know. I'm just tired of feeling like shit all the time. Why can't you and Lucifer just morph into one person?

Crowley: *He laughs a little.* Because then life would be easier and we wouldn't be us, darling.

Michael: Yeah well... I don't want to choose.

Gabriel: Is anyone dead? Because otherwise, I'm assuming same shit, different day?

Lucifer: That was fast. *snatches the make-shift icepack and holds it to his nose.*

Castiel: No ones dead, Gabriel. Just plenty of drama. And yes, I ran. I didn't want to see those two... *he trailed off, not looking at Lucifer*

Lucifer: What?

Castiel: *fuck, he had a gift for dropping himself in it.* They're a little wrapped up at the minute, Luce.

Crowley: I wish you didn't have to. *kisses Michael's forehead*

Gabriel: ...you had to tell him.

Lucifer: ...What? *broken record time*

Crowley: *He looks at Michael and pulls him close, tilting his chin up and kissing him full on the mouth again, softer than when he was angry, but more fierce and desperate than their last kiss. It's almost as though he's trying to help Michael decide, though he knows he never could.*

Michael: Well maybe I don't have to right now... Maybe we could just leave for awhile. Get away from all of this and figure stuff out? *He leans forward then and presses his lips desperately against Crowley's.*

Castiel: He'd have found out anyway. It was better coming from me and not walking out there seeing it live. *feels guilty again, pissed off with himself*

Gabriel: Luce, it isn't worth getting worked up over.

Lucifer: *Lucifer looks from Cas to Gabriel then rises to his feet and starts walking out of the room*

Castiel: Oh, crap.

Castiel: Lucifer! *grabs on to his arm, pulling him back*

Lucifer: I would like to see this for myself. *He's still trying to walk out and if it means dragging Cas with him then so be it*

Castiel: *Wraps one arm around him, his other hand clamping around the door frame to his bedroom*

Castiel: Why do you love to hurt yourself for, Lucifer?

Michael: *He kisses Crowley harder, his hands moving inside the demon's coat and pulling at his shirt. He's desperate for any sort of contact he can get and honestly, if Crowley wanted to bend him over right there in the kitchen, he'd probably let him.*

Castiel: *does his best to drag him back, wishing he had his angel strength* Lucifer!

Lucifer: *He digs his nails into Cas' hand, trying to pry it off him. LAla can't hear you Cas.*

Sam: lkshkhfk)

Crowley: *Crowley moans against Michael's lips, his hands meandering down to the angel's hips, holding onto them tightly, lifting him up and onto the counter. He kisses him desperately, his lips hungry for Michael and his hands wandering up the angel's shirt.*

Sam: omg.. im here but lurking)

Castiel: Ouch! *doesn't let go, if anything drags him harder, growling*

Michael: *He wraps his arms around Crowley and widens his legs so that the demon can move in between them once he's put up on the counter. Wrapping his legs around Crowley, he pulls him closer and rips his shirt open before pulling away slightly.* I've missed you so fucking much.

Gabriel: *not really wanting to get involved, but he gets a hand on Lucifer's back, trying to pull him back into the room*

Sam: augh nvm gotta watch tv with my dad. bbs )

Crowley: *Crowley smiles, placing soft kisses on Michael's neck, letting him do so before pulling away enough to take Michael's shirt off.* Mmm, darling, you have no idea.

Lucifer: *He tries to elbow Gabriel in the face and kick at Cas' legs* Get your hands off me.

Gabriel: *takes an elbow right to the nose* Ow! You fucker!

Castiel: *groans as a kick landed on his legs, but if anything makes him pull back harder, angry now.* Lucifer, you don't want to see this!

Anna joined the chat 49 seconds ago

Michael: *He helps Crowley pull his shirt off and quickly darts forward to capture his lips once more, kissing him like he might disappear if he stops for more than a few seconds.* Please. *He begs in between kisses, reaching down and unzipping the demons pants.*

Lucifer: Maybe I do. *he goes to kick Cas again*

Gabriel: *covers his blood gushing nose* Let him go, Cas. If he wants to ruin himself, let him.

Crowley: *He groans, letting the angel, nearly bucking against his hand.* Anything you want, darling. *He kisses and bites Michael's lips gently, his hips working and his breathing getting labored.*

Castiel: *takes the kick, growling, punching Lucifer in the ribs, hoping to distract him* Luci, you don't want this. Gabe, he'll kill them, or /get/ killed! *still trying to fight with Luci*

Gabriel: Why is it always our fight? Let them tear each other apart.

Castiel: *lets him go, annoyed* Fine - don't come crying back to me when your heart's been ripped out.

Michael: *He finds himself panting and quickly pulls his hand from Crowley's pants and reaches down towards his own.* Need you. *He whispers huskily, pressing opened mouth kisses along Crowley's jaw as he struggles to get his pants off.*

Castiel: *turns his attention back to Gabe, inspecting his nose, gently* C'mon... lets get you cleaned up. I can't watch that fight go down, again.

Gabriel: You can't save him from himself. *wincing, shit that hurts*

Crowley: *Crowley unzips Michael's pants and tugs them down, moaning softly as he feels Michael's kisses.* Tell me what you want, darling.

Michael: Everything. *He pulls Crowley back to him then, wrapping his legs back around him and burying his fingers in his hair as he kisses him.*

Lucifer: Ow! *he rubs at the spot he had been punched but it doesn't distract him long enough. As soon as Cas lets him go, he's on his way towards the kitchen. He stops for before the doorway, gnawing on his lip. Cas was right - he didn't want to see it but he wanted to know just what Michael was doing. So, he slowly pokes his head into the kitchen and freezes. What he sees isn't exactly registering just yet, but he feels sick to his stomach.*

Castiel: I know. I just thought he would listen to me for a change. *takes his hand away* Sorry, Gabey.

Gabriel: You're too good to all of us, kid.

Castiel: *snorts, disbelieving.* C'mon.. lets get you sorted. *takes his hand and leads him towards the bathroom*

Michael: (I have to go eat. D; I'll be back in ten minutes!)

Gabriel: Did you ever think we'd end up like this?

Crowley: (Me too. D: I'll be quick.)

Castiel: What? Fighting with each other? Thats what we've always done.

Castiel: *wetting a towel with warm water and cleaning off some of the blood, frowning*

Gabriel: I meant you and me, shortstuff.

Castiel: *thinks about the question, looking thoughtful.* No... I always thought it would be completely different. But this is a good different. This is better. *smiling at Gabe, gently cleaning his face*

Crowley: *Crowley kisses and bites gently at Michael's neck and jaw, a small smirk playing on his lips. He's far too distracted with Michael to hear Lucifer.* I'm sure, but you have to tell me what first, darling. *He nips gently at Michael's lips, his hand brushing over Michael's crotch teasingly.*

Gabriel: *grabbing Cas' hand gently, lifting it up to kiss his palm* I was always a fan of different.

Castiel: *blushes at the gesture, smiling.* Me too.

Gabriel: Humanity suits you.

Crowley: (Gabe and Cas have sufficiently fulfilled my schmoop criteria for the day. <3 :'D)

Castiel: *smiles* I'll be greatful when we have our powers back, you wouldn't be sitting here with a bloody nose for a start. *cleans up the remainder of the blood* It's gonna be sore for a while.

Gabriel: (we gotta even out the emo!)

Castiel: (loll - we aim to please. :') )

Gabriel: I've done the slumming mortal thing before. It can be fun.

Castiel: Fun? So far, all we've done is basically fight.

Castiel: And get drunk.

Gabriel: We could have fun now. *tugging Cas in by his shirt*

Castiel: *blushes, letting Gabe pull him closer* Sure..

Anna: *comes out from behind the shower curtain* Sorry! I'm just leaving, you two have fun! *trying to walk with her eyes half closed*

Gabriel: Nuh uh, you stick around too, little sister.

Lucifer: *He knows he deserves this, after all he hurt Michael just the same. But he's still disgusted and ticked off. He had expected Michael to be angry not... crawl back to Crowley. Lucifer can't just stand there and watch and for a second, he's thinking about going back to his room-- except his legs don't take him in that direction. No, he's heading towards the pair and grabbing Crowley by the shoulder to pull and spin him around then swinging a punch.*

Anna: *turns to Gabriel* I do?

Michael: *Michael groans loudly, pulling at Crowley's hair sharply and wishing he'd just get on with it already.* I want you to- *He stops abruptly, his eyes wide as he sees Lucifer and he can't do anything but watch as his brother grabs at Crowley.* Luce, no! *He watches in horror as his brother punches the demon and moves to get off the counter and stop them before it goes too far.*

Crowley: *Crowley feels himself being spun around and it's all a blur as Lucifer's fist connects with his face. He groans loudly, stumbling and falling to the ground, his mouth and nose a bloody mess.* Fuck. *He doesn't bother getting up or restraining Lucifer, knowing that will just make the whole thing worse, not to mention he's too dazed to actually think about stopping him.*

Castiel: *his hands run up Gabes chest, resting on his shoulders.* Yes, Anna..

Anna: *smiles, blushing*

Gabriel: *crooking a finger at Anna, slipping a questing hand around Cas' waist*

Castiel: *smirks, making sure he was as close to Gabe as he could be, also looking around at Anna, smiling*

Lucifer: *Lucifer pushes Michael away and tries to kick the demon while he's down. He doesn't really have a plan, he just wants to /rip/ Crowley in half, which is hard to do when you're powerless. But that isn't stopping him. It never will. The anger from earlier  is resurfacing and adding to this. Because if Castiel hadn't opened his big mouth then this, what he just walked in on, wouldn't have happened.*

Sam joined the chat 6 minutes ago

Sam: gkfdjglkfdjld )

Castiel: [LUCI BE NICE ABOUT CAS. GRR.]

Sam: did you guys see fallon's audio post. i am dead )

Crowley: (I deaded.)

Sam: just dead. anyway whats up?)

Crowley: (Crowley's gonna die. D: )

Anna: *Anna hugs Gabriel from behind, running her hands down his back*

Gabriel: (be back in a bit!)

Sam: oh goodness)

Sam: Hey Cas, hey Anna. Has everyone calmed the fuck down or do I have to knock somebody out?

Anna: When it comes to us... it's hard to tell, Sam.

Castiel: Hello, Sam. *looking flustered* I believe Lucifer has taken it upon himself to kill Crowley.

Sam: How does he expect to do that? *crosses his arms*

Michael: *Michael falls back into the cabinets and catches himself, clad in only his boxers and not really caring.* Dammit Lucifer! *He grabs at his brother and attempts to pull him away from Crowley.* Stop!