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28) one muse is in danger and the other, who is usually antagonistic, shows up to help them. | @candystealingdemon

It had been an absolute trap. Lured by the convincing sound of his human charges in distress, Castiel had flown into the corrugated steel walls of his own prison. Right into a ring of holy fire. The Seraph was furious with himself for being so careless, but something in his ancient being always seemed to act first and rationalize second when it came to the wellbeing of a certain green-eyed hunter.

While the what now bickering between the demons stretched on, Castiel stopped listening. They'd either kill him before he found a means of escape, or he would escape and lay waste to them all. The unfortunate truth was leaning heavy toward not a damn thing he could do to douse these flames. Desperation had begun to creep in when a deep, accented voice rang through the space with authority. None other than Crowley, which meant the angel's fortunes had not improved.

That was, until the holy flames sputtered and died around him, and the world erupted into the chaos of a caged angel unleashed. Blinding light and husk after empty husk hit the floor until only the crossroads demon was left standing. For Crowley, the blazing blue-white in Castiel's eyes faded away, but the wariness in them remained.

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she gave a languid shrug, her arms folded over her chest with the pads of her fingers tapping along her bicep to an unknown beat only she could hear. " i suppose i could agree on that aspect. humans are quite amusing when it comes to modesty considering some view it as a form of purity. "

amelia, then, gave him an unimpressed look ere offering a show of rolling her eyes slowly at the king of hell, accentuating the dwindle of her composure at his stupid remark. " eugh, you're such a mongrel. i should place a muzzle on that mouth of yours, but i fear you'd be into that. and as if you're worthy to delight in my birthday suit, love. only good girls and good boys receive such a private gift. and you're none of that. oh well. "

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Dean had no idea where he was, he’d woken up in some abandoned home, with a wound to his head and had found himself unable to remember how he’d gotten there. Even more, he’d found himself clueless of why he’d even be there. Looking for a clue of who he was, he found passes with different names, which only confused him even more. And then, he’d found a phone. 

After a few moments he managed to unlock it and find the last dialed numbers. With a frown on his face he redailed the last one, waiting for the other end to pick up only for it to go to voicemail.

“Uhm, hey, I uh I woke up in some abandoned house and I’m injured but I have no idea how this happened or who I am so uh, since you’re the last number I dialed I was hoping you could help me or something ...” He let out a soft sigh. “Maybe you know where I am? Who I am? Anything ...”

“First of all, what the hell were you doing in my room? Second of all, I don’t have to answer that,” Dean said with a smug edge to his voice.

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" oh, you know how your kind surely loves to embellish their tales. some of them were in my nightclub a couple nights ago, sitting around in a private booth, boasting that you've squealed like some swine for slaughter in lucifer's grasp. " she shared with a hum, arms crossed over her bosom while she regarded the former king of hell before her with cool indifference. though, if crowley were to look closely, there was a minute grin beginning to curl at the edges of her lips. amused. " like i said, exaggerated. pathetically so. besides, it's not your time yet. you're not that easy to be disposed of stemmed from what i've heard from my beloved patrons that share common grievances towards you, darling. "

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the merrymen and their allies' plan had faired... well, so to speak. it had cost the lives of the boys' mother, their angel, and crowley to seal lucifer in an alternate reality, which if she were honest with herself, she'd say she had miss his presence. perhaps that was the true reason why she was within the vast emptiness, peering down the former king of hell's prone, slumbering form; no doubt experiencing anguish of his past decisions, the what-ifs, the may-haves...

and her dear sweet sibling-self, the shadow in its incorporeal form, surfaced from the nothingness and prowled toward her until it stopped a mere inches away from crowley's body. amelia offered a minute smile, sharp viridian oculi softening by a vestige when she saw it before her. it carved a crude smile across its obscure face with a sharp talon, inclining its head head in kind. " sweet sister-self, it's lovely to meet you once again. " it started with a polite intonation, its disembodied voice resonating around them despite it lacking a mouth. or well, any features for that matter.

" my darling sibling, i hope you have been faring well since the last time i've visited, " she replied smoothly, words embraced by unfeigned inflection. the shadow tilted its head down, finally acknowledging crowley's slumbering vessel within their domain. then paused, contemplating only to revert its attention back to its sibling. the smile wiped from its obscure head, limbs hanging at its side. " sleep has been pleasant thus far. however, it seemed as you are yearning to rouse this soul from sleep. why? " it asked, confusion coiling tightly around the simple inquiry in which she released an almost withered sigh. they were twins, in the end. surely it must know the answer to its question. if it wished for her to be vulnerable in this moment, where they were safe to do so, then so be it. " perhaps i've gotten soft over the centuries. he's my favourite, after all, " she admitted at first only to trickle in more of the truth. " he's needed in the mortal world. unfinished business or whatever cack mortals and such believe in these days. "

the shadow, amused by its sibling, remained quiet as if to not embarrass her any longer and squat down to its haunches before giving crowley's cheek a few rough pats on the cheek. " wakey, wakey, my little sibling's crush. time to endure the living once more. " it hissed in a sardonic manner only for amelia to hiss at it in feigned irritation.

The morgue, to be exact. Dan didn't like coming down here. Avoided it as much as he could. But he needed a few things. Just a few things, that was it and then he'd be out of here. He was surprised to find someone else in here, someone he didn't even recognize.