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Crowley 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?"

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Castiel comes to check on him once he's decided he's finished eating. He lingers in the doorway, standing somewhat awkwardly, but not really stiff anymore. His unease about Crowley and his hospitality is definitely fading away. He'd rather believe in his sincerity.

"Do you need help?"

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Crowley is putting out towels as the tap fills the huge tub, but he pauses to smile at Castiel.

"No, you just rest your feet. The bath is almost ready." He indicates the closed toilet lid with his head for Castiel to sit. "I'll find you something clean to change into."

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He sits as indicated, and he looks around the bathroom for a moment.

"It's strange," he starts, and it's not quite clear if he's talking to himself or not.

"Everything seems so new. Like I've never done any of this before."