[ He's got all he needs, which is shocking in a way. This sort of settled existence (which is hardly settled compared to a normal person's life, but considerably steadier than the life either's due to return to) is new and different and not unappealing.
John exhales slowly and wills himself to relax under Crowley's touch. ]
How dare you. I'll have you know that demons cower at my feet. I'm not sappy.
[ His actions fully undermine his words as he massages the tension out of Blake's sore muscles with a gentle doting that he normally reserves for dogs. ]
Nope. Definitely not. You're hardened, manipulative, totally not soft for reformed troublemakers.
[ Hey, at least it's getting easier to dance around the subject of how they're totally stupid for each other. And Blake's finding it easier and easier to accept that the parts of him Crowley's nurtured are probably necessary if he wants to live to fight another day. ]
[ Yes, he knows exactly how fucked he is. He knows what a weakness Blake is, because Dean's shoved that quite violently in his face, but he thinks this is worth it. The feeling he has when he's with Blake is worth risking a little bit of emotional pain later, because he's never felt like this before. He's more alive than he'd ever been as a human. ]
[ Blake makes a noise — something content and full of relief — and melts a little more under Crowley's touch. They're both pretty human by now, both taking strides to be more than what they were, and it's never more obvious than in moments like these. Just how is it that a demon was what it took to make Blake understand how to live with the people around him. ]
You know. For everything.
[ He's not particularly good with expressing himself but he's gotten better. He's had to. ]
It would be a shame not to protect something so aesthetically pleasing.
[ Though truthfully, Crowley would hang the moon for Blake if he could. He would rearrange stars and oceans and topple entire nations.
He's fucked. Blake will be the death of him one day. He knows that because they've seen the future and even though it's changed, the closer they come, the more realistic it seems. Crowley's always been a survivor, though. He'd like to think that he would sacrifice everyone else before he would let anything touch Blake or himself. If there's even a minute possibility, he will keep Blake and they will live forever in this place.
[ What an incredibly cheesy moment. Blake marvels momentarily at how natural this feels, how much he enjoys being close to someone who cares so thoroughly. It's good. Better than good. Even on bad days it feels oddly right.
Blake takes advantage of that contact and crawls himself halfway on to Crowley, their bodies connecting in a way that's familiar and comforting. ]
Never given you anythin' you didn't deserve. [ He smirks. ] For better or worse.
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[ He's got all he needs, which is shocking in a way. This sort of settled existence (which is hardly settled compared to a normal person's life, but considerably steadier than the life either's due to return to) is new and different and not unappealing.
John exhales slowly and wills himself to relax under Crowley's touch. ]
But I guess it's pretty romantic, you sap.
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[ His actions fully undermine his words as he massages the tension out of Blake's sore muscles with a gentle doting that he normally reserves for dogs. ]
I'm fearsome.
[ He bends his head to kiss Blake's shoulder. ]
And not in the least bit romantic.
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[ Hey, at least it's getting easier to dance around the subject of how they're totally stupid for each other. And Blake's finding it easier and easier to accept that the parts of him Crowley's nurtured are probably necessary if he wants to live to fight another day. ]
Thanks.
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For what, sweetheart?
[ Yes, he knows exactly how fucked he is. He knows what a weakness Blake is, because Dean's shoved that quite violently in his face, but he thinks this is worth it. The feeling he has when he's with Blake is worth risking a little bit of emotional pain later, because he's never felt like this before. He's more alive than he'd ever been as a human. ]
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You know. For everything.
[ He's not particularly good with expressing himself but he's gotten better. He's had to. ]
'Specially for always coverin' my ass.
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[ Though truthfully, Crowley would hang the moon for Blake if he could. He would rearrange stars and oceans and topple entire nations.
He's fucked. Blake will be the death of him one day. He knows that because they've seen the future and even though it's changed, the closer they come, the more realistic it seems. Crowley's always been a survivor, though. He'd like to think that he would sacrifice everyone else before he would let anything touch Blake or himself. If there's even a minute possibility, he will keep Blake and they will live forever in this place.
Pressing their foreheads together, he sighs. ]
I've never given you anything I didn't want to.
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Blake takes advantage of that contact and crawls himself halfway on to Crowley, their bodies connecting in a way that's familiar and comforting. ]
Never given you anythin' you didn't deserve. [ He smirks. ] For better or worse.
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[ He settles under Blake's weight with a sigh. Moments like this are the ones he knows he'll treasure for a long time to come. ]