Mm. Not my fault you like livin' dangerously. 'Night, babe.
[ If anything, they'll be the death of each other, but John doesn't seem to mind the sentiment. They're always at risk, aren't they? Why should a relationship be any different?
Blake's fingers curl around Crowley's and he settles in right around the time he feels the bed shifting again. Perdita crawls up, efficiently taking up the foot of the bed, clearly secure in her new-found place.
John hums a little, sleepily amused. ] Sleep well, pup... [ So begrudgingly okay with making this sacrifice for you, Crowley, you son of a bitch. Good thing you're cute. ]
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[ If anything, they'll be the death of each other, but John doesn't seem to mind the sentiment. They're always at risk, aren't they? Why should a relationship be any different?
Blake's fingers curl around Crowley's and he settles in right around the time he feels the bed shifting again. Perdita crawls up, efficiently taking up the foot of the bed, clearly secure in her new-found place.
John hums a little, sleepily amused. ] Sleep well, pup... [ So begrudgingly okay with making this sacrifice for you, Crowley, you son of a bitch. Good thing you're cute. ]