[Sam suppresses every urge to either sigh at the energy he's gonna need for this next few minutes or pretend he was totally pleased with the turn of events; truth was, as happy as he'd like to be with Crowley's obvious discomfort, it meant nothing if the trials nosedived and they failed.]
As much as I'd love to rub it in, I think that's more Dean's deal.
Me? I just want to know what the hell happened to even fuck things up that bad.
Because we don't like each other and you've enjoyed dicking us over in the past and your door was right there.
[Casual reply. He's not going to lie. He doesn't need to, he's pretty sure. No point, when the truth is basically obvious.]
I can't do anything about the Trials, and Castiel and Gabriel already told me we fail big time, told me you're in demon-human limbo. The worst you're doing at this point is rubbing it in our faces.
You have absolutely no idea what you've done. You never do. All you ever care about is each other and to bloody hell with the rest of us. Both Heaven and Hell are ruined and all you care about is how you've failed.
Yeah, I, uh. Got that from the door you. You ranted a lot. Think you called Dean a weenie at some point.
[Just letting you know your door is a chatty Cathy.]
I don't get it, though. What's Heaven got to do with any of this? [He ignores the Hell bit, because 1.) a ruined Hell is fine, whatever, and 2.) why would them stopping ruin Hell anyway? just because you're probably not king now? Psshah).] And why would we stop, anyway? Closing the gates is a big priority. I know I wouldn't just stop in the middle of something like that.
Everything is interlinked. You can't close the Gates of Hell without Heaven getting concerned with the power being used. And you can't tackle Naomi without getting a few scars. It's yin and yang, you unbelievable buffoon. They need each other.
[Snappishly.]
And before you're so quick to judge, I redesigned the Pit. I made it make sense. And now you've gone and created a power vaccuum and undone everything I've ever accomplished, so don't lecture me on what is a priority and what is not.
As far as I can tell, Heaven's been screwed up and in need of a few design changes since God went missing. Kind of already a power problem for a while now. What I don't get is why we even picked you. If any demon smallfry was enough, why go after you? You're not exactly the easiest demon to work with. Willingly or not.
Would it honestly make you feel better if I told you why I did? It doesn't matter, in the end. She's dead. Get over it and move on with your woebegone life.
[Curtly.]
I'm certainly intending on moving on with mine even though you've effectively butchered it.
I'm just trying to understand where it all fits together.
... I'm assuming you were trying to get us to stop the Trials. Being King of Hell and all.
[At this point, Sam just wants to get whatever bit of information he can get. Even if he wishes something inexplicably smashed Crowley right about now. Best to just keep a gameface and deal with the demon's annoying mouth.]
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As much as I'd love to rub it in, I think that's more Dean's deal.
Me? I just want to know what the hell happened to even fuck things up that bad.
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[It's said quietly, but with a definite bite to it. Sam is treading on careful territory.]
Remind me again why I should tell you a thing when you are the one who traipsed into my mind without so much as a knock.
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[Casual reply. He's not going to lie. He doesn't need to, he's pretty sure. No point, when the truth is basically obvious.]
I can't do anything about the Trials, and Castiel and Gabriel already told me we fail big time, told me you're in demon-human limbo. The worst you're doing at this point is rubbing it in our faces.
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[Icily.]
You have absolutely no idea what you've done. You never do. All you ever care about is each other and to bloody hell with the rest of us. Both Heaven and Hell are ruined and all you care about is how you've failed.
[With a brief huff of laughter.]
That's an understatement.
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Yeah, I, uh. Got that from the door you. You ranted a lot. Think you called Dean a weenie at some point.
[Just letting you know your door is a chatty Cathy.]
I don't get it, though. What's Heaven got to do with any of this? [He ignores the Hell bit, because 1.) a ruined Hell is fine, whatever, and 2.) why would them stopping ruin Hell anyway? just because you're probably not king now? Psshah).] And why would we stop, anyway? Closing the gates is a big priority. I know I wouldn't just stop in the middle of something like that.
[It's too important. Way too important.]
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[Snappishly.]
And before you're so quick to judge, I redesigned the Pit. I made it make sense. And now you've gone and created a power vaccuum and undone everything I've ever accomplished, so don't lecture me on what is a priority and what is not.
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[Snippishly.]
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His voice is level.]
Does it have to do with any of why you killed Sarah?
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[Curtly.]
I'm certainly intending on moving on with mine even though you've effectively butchered it.
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I'm just trying to understand where it all fits together.
... I'm assuming you were trying to get us to stop the Trials. Being King of Hell and all.
[At this point, Sam just wants to get whatever bit of information he can get. Even if he wishes something inexplicably smashed Crowley right about now. Best to just keep a gameface and deal with the demon's annoying mouth.]
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Maybe fuck yourself.
[He's not inclined to have sharing time with the man who ruined it all.]
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Wondering when you were going to stick to insults.
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[Stuck in demon/human limbo or not, he's still Crowley.]
Besides, you should know by now that I never give anything away for free.
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[-_- fucker]
Was worth a shot anyway.
[He'd try to make a deal of neutrality, but... a.) Dean would kick him in the balls for trucing with Crowley and b.) demon compromises no thanks.]
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[Dryly.]
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Actually, it was pretty cold down there a lot of the time.
[Plainly.
Well, this conversation wasn't very useful.
click.]