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When Castiel looks back, he'll realize this is a worse idea than even agreeing to work with Crowley in the first place. Right now, it's... exciting. Either he feels powerful or he simply feels good in a way he hadn't quite expected, but maybe he should have since humans are so crazy about the act. On some level, he knows it's wrong, or he feels dirty, and whether it's because it's Crowley or sex in general, he couldn't say. He doesn't want to say. He enjoys it, and what's wrong with that? If he keeps his head clear, if he keeps it as something they do casually, what harm could this do?

While he's finishing up with Sam and Dean, he finds his anticipation mounting, and he's already... eager to see Crowley again. No, not Crowley specifically. This isn't about him. This is about Castiel taking something that's being offered because he wants it. He leaves Dean and Sam, and maybe it's abrupt, but he just wants to get away from them, somewhere far away and secure, before he calls Crowley.

"Hello." Once he's on the phone with him, he's not really sure what to say. "Are you busy?"

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"Right."

He needs to leave, but it's hard to get out of bed, where it's comfortable and he's maybe already thinking about returning. But he can't get attached. He's better than this.

He gets out of bed and brings his clothes to him, redressing instantly. The undressing process had been more rewarding the slow way, but he's in a hurry now. Turning around, he nods at Crowley.

"Goodbye." With a flutter of wings, he's gone.

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"Yeah, bye." Crowley rolls onto his back and regards the empty room. He's playing with fire and he knows it, but that doesn't entirely chase away the disappointment when Castiel leaves.

The bed feels suddenly cold and he pushes himself up to get dressed. If he can't have post-sex warmth, he'll warm himself with some monster's blood.