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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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There's a scream in the background when Crowley answers the phone, but it dies down once Crowley hears Castiel's voice.

"For you? I think I can cancel a few meetings." He hadn't actually been sure if Castiel would call or not, so this is a pleasant surprise.

He can't exactly explain why he'd wanted to see Castiel. The prospect of going further was certainly nice, though there were other places he could go for far more experienced sex. He supposes he does get off a little on feeling as if he's corrupting an innocent--and not just any innocent, but an angel.

Castiel is so very easy to corrupt, too. Crowley would very much like to play him like a harp. He'd like to see the angel beg and he certainly wouldn't mind if he wanted to make Crowley beg in return. He can't even list all the filthy things he'd like to do to Castiel.

"Meet me at my place in fifteen minutes, turtledove." It's not a question.

He pulls off his apron as he leaves the room. Torture can wait.