Angel Cas VS Crowley's sass { AngelofHumor

[KingCrowley]

"Right, right, I won't harm the Winchesters and bla, bla, bla." Crowley gave the scathing Angel an impish grin, "So, we have a deal?" he asked, extending his palm for Castiel to shake, which of course resulted in the Angel slowly nodding

"Yes, we have a deal." he did not shake the Demon's hand though, even if he found Crowley endearing at times, he wouldn't stoop so low--at least not while the Demon wasn't sure if Crowley could be trusted or not. The Angel disappeared, causing Crowley to awkwardly pull back his open palm and gaze around the emptiness of the room,

"Well that's just rude." he murmured to himself. Crowley then snapped his fingers and transported back to Hell, where he enjoyed a nice glass of Craig and an old holocaust movie. It wasn't long before Crowley caught wind of the Winchesters once again mucking everything up for him, so despite giving Castiel his word, he set three of his best demons on them, then sat back, relaxed and watched Hitler make history. He didn't give the promise he made Castiel a second thought.

That was, until he found himself being literally pulled from Hell back to the bunker where he and Castiel had made the deal in the first place. "What the?" he glanced around and then turned his attention to the doors as they burst open and an irate Castiel stormed through.

"Could have called first." he murmured, backing up against the wall slightly. "To what do I owe this reach around?" he asked casually. He had an idea why the Angel might be pissed at him.

[Angelofhumor16]

Castel stared at the extended hand before him for a moment. Before tucking his hands at his sides and turning away. Despite having some respect for the the demon he wouldn't DARE shake the King of Hells hand. Instead he just firmly told Crowley they had a deal and left without another word.

However, it was no sooner had he left he found out Crowley had immediately went back on his word. Sending three very powerful demons after the Winchester boys. Luckily they got out okay, with only minor scrapes and cuts, and Sam sported a busted lip, buy nothing too bad. Stil, Cas. Was. Livid. He called Crowley back, and he was seething with rage as he burst through the doors. A firey look in the angels eyes as he approached the demon. As Crowley backed away he stepped closer, teeth clinched when he was asked why he was here again. As if he didn't know!

"I think you know why you're here Crowley." He said, sounding feral, his voice dripping with venom as he said the others name,"You gave your word and you broke it not even a few minutes later! I told you not to mess with Sam and Dean!" He said, his voice, which was usually montone rising as he spoke.

[KingCrowley]

Crowley had to swallow all the fear down his throat when Castiel stormed into the room. Sure, he was the King of Hell, but Castiel was still a bloody Angel, and he could smite him at any moment. Crowley quite enjoyed his existence. "You're upset, lets talk about it." he tried to reason, holding his hands up in a placating manner as he took another couple of steps back. The Demon then listened when Castiel reminded him that he gave his word, that he said he wouldn't mess with the Winchesters.

The King stood there open mouthed for a moment before then nodding, "Right, good talk." he said quickly, snapping his fingers. Nothing happened. Why wasn't he back in Hell right now? He snapped his fingers again, nothing. After snapping his fingers five times fast in panic, he dropped his hand at his side and gave the Angel a frustrated look. Clearly Castiel was stopping him from leaving.

"I take it we're not done talking then?" he got his answer when Castiel firmly pinned him up against the wall, and demanded to know why he had dared to go back on his word. "Ah, ah, I gave you my word that I wouldn't harm them. I said nothing about my black-eyed boys." why he gave the Angel a smirk was lost on him when Castiel tightened his grip. "But now I'm starting to think that was implied in the deal?" he tried, struggling for breath as Castiel moved his grip to his neck. Maybe he shouldn't have pissed off the nerd angel?

"They are my friends!" Castiel growled lowly.

"You can't have friends, not anymore!" Crowley found his voice again as Cas released his grip slightly. "You're just falling to pieces over your big lie, the fact the hardy boys still think you're the good Cas." he continued, "Well, I got news for you kitten. A whore, is a whore, is a whore." he smirked.

[Angelofhumor16]

Castel was laid back compared to some of the other angels. However he was still an angel of the Lord and not one to be messed with. Sure he knew Crowley was a demon, The King of Hell no less, but as partners they needed to trust one another, and Crowley doing what he'd done had went against that trust. Noticing how Crowley was backing away Castiel took this to his advantage. He wouldn't smite Crowley, not at all. Still, he'd make damn sure Crowley knew if he wanted to he could. He wanted Crowley to keep that fear in him.

It was a good thing he made sure Crowley couldn't leave either. As he predicted the finely dressed man tried to snap his fingers and leave. Of course he couldn't though. Not until Cas let him and when he asked if they weren't done talking then he pinned him up against the wall. His hand at the demons neck as he stared into Crowleys eyes eyes burning with anger. He released his grip slightly after noticing he was struggling to breath. However when he mentioned his lies and Joe he wants the boys to think he's still the good Cas his grip tightened once more,"Crowley" He warned, in a low growl and then when Crowley had the audacity to call him a whore...He snapped. His grip tightened further, to the point Crowley was struggling to breath.

"Listen here Crowley I am not one to be trifled with..If I wanted to I could make you nothing more than a spot on this floor right now. So I suggest you cut the act." He said darkly, "You understand that?"

[KingCrowley]

After hearing Castiel say his name in warning, the Demon did think about whether or not it would be a good idea to call Castiel a whore, but he went ahead with it anyway, because carpe diem right? The moment the last 'whore' left his lips he was half cut off from his air supply and faced with a very pissed off Angel. Maybe that had been a bad metaphor to use? His small, fear filled eyes widened a little as Castiel reminded him that he could make him nothing more than a stain on the floor, and suggested that he cut the act.

"U-Understood." he choked out. He took a deep rasped breath as Castiel released his throat and Crowley's feet touched the floor again. He moved his hand to his neck and rubbed it a little, that had been an unpleasant experience. "By the way, this is not how synergy works." he huffed after clearing his throat a couple of times. His voice sounded frayed and worn so he came across a lot less intimidating than he would have liked.

"What do you want me to say Cas? Sorry for going back on my word or what?" he asked when all the Angel gave him was silence. As much as Crowley didn't want to apologize, they had to make sure this partnership ran smoothly. Crowley knew he'd fucked up, but now they had to move on and put this behind them. "Fine then, I'm s-"

"Sorry isn't good enough." was the Angel's retort.

Crowley narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue in frustration. This Angel wasn't giving him much. "Fine." he sighed, "Then how do you suggest we move on from this?"

[Angelofhumor16]

As soon as Crowley said he understood Castiel let him go. Though he still kept a firm grip on Crowleys shirt collar. Glaring when the demon said that isn't how Synergy worked,"Yeah, well we aren't like most of them." He reminded his partner, with a voice like one would use for a small child who'd forgotten his right from his left. When Crowley tried apologizing he immediately cut him off. Saying it was not good enough, and it wasn't. Not this time. If they were going to work together Crowley needed to learn that. But how? He racked his brain for an answer. He couldn't kill him, couldn't call off the deal..Perhaps he could..No, no that's ridiculous Crowley wasn't a child. But..He'd acted like one. After a moment of deep thinking he spoke again. His voice calmer, but still stern.

"It is come to my attention that a very old form of punishment is needed for you." He said, and when the demon looked clueless and asked what the bloody hell he meant Cas gave him a warning look before answering,"Proverbs 13:24.."

[KingCrowley]

"Clearly." Crowley caught the patronising lilt in the Angel's tone, but he didn't make a comment about it, mostly because he didn't want his airways cut off again. The Demon tried to put things right by making an apology, but the Angel immediately cut him off and told him that sorry wasn't good enough. So what the hell was Crowley supposed to do now? A series of scenarios ran through his mind, each one more graphic than the last and the fear caught in his throat. Castiel could do literally anything to him, he could tear him limb from limb, torture him until the cows came home---this wasn't good.

Then, Castiel told him he believed a very old form of punishment was needed for him, and realization started setting in, "Stoning? Crucifixion? Beheading? C'mon Cas, throw me a bone here." he half pleaded.

When Castiel told him simply that it was none of those things, Crowley narrowed his eyes, his temper flaring a little. Just what was this Angel up to? "Then what the bloody hell do you m-" Castiel cut him off again, giving him a simple proverb. "What?" was his only response. Castiel repeated his answer and Crowley tried to recollect said proverb,

"He who spares the rod hates his son, but he who loves him is careful to discipline him." Crowley said aloud, then looked back at the Angel with utter perplexity on his face. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Maybe the Angel meant a different proverb? One about more smiting or something? "What do you expect me to derive from that?"

[Angelofhumor16]

Yes, Crowley was definitely scared and this made things a hell of a lot easier for Castiel. Which he was grateful for. One reason being it made it easier to get the demon to cooperate. The other reason being ithat only took one look to get him to shut his mouth and stop the attitude. Well, most of it.

He waited until Crowley recited the proverb, and when Crowley looked more confused, asking what he was supposed to get from that he took hold of his upper arm,"Well..you're no son of mine, but you are acting like an unruly child. So, I guess what I'm saying..I'm going to spank you Crowley."

[KingCrowley]

Crowley looked down at the hand on his upper arm, and then back to the Angel when he told him that he was no son of his, "Figure that one out on your own did you?" he asked and then emitted a small gasp of pain when Castiel grabbed his arm much, much tighter. Maybe he should stop being such a smart ass while he still had all of his limbs together? Then the Angel went on to explain that he had been acting like an unruly child, and that he was going to spank him. Crowley could only stare at the Angel with a look of disbelief for a few moments before coming up with a decent reply.

"Kinky. I'm more of a top though." he answered, though he felt uneasy when it seemed Castiel didn't understand that reference, and seemed one hundred percent serious about this. WAS Castiel serious about this?! "Are you mad? You can't spank me, I'm not a child!" he snapped back at him, rather petulantly. "I'm the bloody King of Hell mate!" he reminded him, trying to pull away from Castiel's firm grip. It seemed as though Cas wouldn't be letting him go any time soon. He'd honestly rather be tortured or beaten within an inch of his life, at least that wouldn't be so demeaning. The thought of Castiel treating him so firmly like a child really struck a nerve with the Demon.

"Look, I'll make allowances if you want to smite me instead----as long as you don't kill me." he tried to reason with him. Castiel didn't sway and Crowley got more desperate. "Anything! Anything but THAT."

[Angelofhumor16]

Cas gripped Crowleys arm in warning when he once again was a smart ass. Had they not been partners he'd of broke Crowleys arm there and then without another thought, but since working together he'd done his best to become more patient with the demon..He dare say he respected him. Even if he was a pain in the ass sometimes. When Crowley yelled that he could not spank him, saying he was not a child he almost smiled,"Funny..You sure act like one Crowley." He said, actually getting a smart ass answer in of his own, and when Crowley started to sound pleading he nodded. To himself more than the King of Hell though.

"No, seeing as how your practically begging to not be I think I should. Perhaps it'll brING all that pride and foolish behavior out of you." With that said he pulled Crowley along. Seating himself in a chair that just so happened to be nearby before yanking the other over his lap. Sure he could use his powers to just bend him over a table or something but he knew this was much more humilating, and he knew when it came to disiplining Crowley humiliation went a lomg way.