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Oct. 6th, 2013 05:00 pmCrowley narrowly escapes with his life, feelings still askew and blood still on his clothes, but he is out and with luck the Winchesters won't find him. Once he gets clothes, he decides that laying low is his best option. He's still got places only he knows about. He can hide from them and Abaddon and anyone else.
It's by chance that he spots Castiel not far from the small town where house number four resides, wandering down the street like a little street urchin.
Against his better judgment, he pulls over immediately ahead of Castiel and jumps out of the car. He'd heard Dean praying to him. He knows that Cas isn't answering the phone.
"Where have you been in all of this?"
It's by chance that he spots Castiel not far from the small town where house number four resides, wandering down the street like a little street urchin.
Against his better judgment, he pulls over immediately ahead of Castiel and jumps out of the car. He'd heard Dean praying to him. He knows that Cas isn't answering the phone.
"Where have you been in all of this?"
