Siren Song

CHAPTER FIVE

Crowley hastily opened the safe. His hand trembled as he took one last look at the camera. He unwound it quickly and watched as Misha pummeled Castiel's ass as he tried to get free. A smile spread across his face as he recalled the eyes that bore into him. Shaking himself from the memory, he threw the camera in and closed the door, thankful that the Enochian markings would keep Castiel out. He knew it would only be a matter of time before the brothers turned up, so he gathered up a few choice items and vanished leaving his hell-hounds guarding his home. 

Castiel waited patiently for Crowley to turn up at the old factory. He had known about this safe house since getting onboard with the purgatory deal. Though he doubted Crowley, had given it a second thought. As Crowley walked through the door, Castiel grabbed him and threw him against the wall. "Give it to me!" he demanded.

"I'd love to give it to you," Crowley winked. Seeing the scowl upon Castiel's face, he smirked. "Oh the camera? I don't have it."

Castiel walked forward, grabbed him off the floor and threw him again. "Where is it?" 

Bloodied with his eye swelling and mouth lopsided, Crowley offered, "We could come to an agreement? The camera for my usual fee." He eyed Castiel, stepped closer and licked his lips. Castiel looked around the room. If he didn't need him to help with the souls, he would smite him where he stood but what choice did he have? He couldn't use the usual method of interrogation, and he didn't want that camera falling into anyone else's hands. Safe in the knowledge that no-one else knew this location, he nodded. Castiel grabbed him and spun him around, forcing him up against the wall. Crowley fumbled with his trousers as Castiel leaned in, his body hard against Crowley's. When Crowley's trousers were around his ankles, Castiel removed his angelic dagger and turned it round so that the hilt faced Crowley and rammed it into him. Slamming him hard against the wall, he thrust again and again. The wall cracked around them as Castiel injected more enthusiasm into it. He pulled Crowley's hair back to look in his eyes and with a look of pure loathing, he watched as Crowley came. Satisfied he'd held up his end of the bargain, Castiel pushed the hilt up further, once more, before pulling it out of him and tucking it back inside his trenchcoat. He held out his hand.

"Don't I get a kiss?" Crowley joked. Castiel glared angrily. "Okay, okay," Crowley threw his hands up in submission. 

Within seconds, the camera appeared in Castiel's hands. He turned it on, making sure that he wasn't being duped. Satisfied, he crushed it between his hands, completely destroying it before setting it alight. As Castiel walked out the room, Crowley smiled, satisfied that he'd had Castiel one last time.