#drowley

ID: 1a. Shoulders up of Dean, Sam, and Crowley standing in a group, Dean's back to them and the viewer. Crowley scowls and picks idly at his nails, saying, "You're still pathetically sliming about everywhere - over what, Castiel? Isn't it time you get over it?" Dean shakes with emotion, the side of his face visible to the viewer going dark. Sam steps between them with a hand out, warning "Hey-", but Crowley continues. "Plenty other angels where he came from, if that's what tickles your pickle." Text next to Crowley points to him and reads 'blindingly jealous, screaming, crying, throwing up'. 1b. Dean snaps and whips around, grabbing Crowley by the lapels with both fists and pulling him close to his face, eyes wide with rage. He screams, "Buddy, I'm his WIFE!" 1c. Sam pops in in the background, blurting out "His what?" Dean freezes, his words catching up to him as Crowley sweats nervously in his grip. The word 'wife' echoes around Dean's head. 1d. Without a word, Dean spins around and walks away, facing the viewer, face blank but for an eye twitch and holding a bottle of 'Domestic Goose' whiskey. A thought bubble with a heavily chained and locked chest appears above his head. Behind him, Sam looks after his brother with concern and confusion. Crowley busies himself with fixing his now-crumpled suit and tie, cheeks blazing red.