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[Castiel watches him, frowning slightly, set on edge by the demon being so. But that comment is completely unexpected, and Castiel doesn't know what to say; he understands the issues brought on by having a conscience, certainly, but Castiel has also learned to repress his. He's had to in order to fight a war against his own family.]

Why?

[It's all he can think to say, because he doesn't know what else to say.]

Because I should have just killed them all when I had the opportunity and I didn't.

[Because Crowley had a point to prove -- he was better than they were. And now he sees that the point is entirely lost on individuals who think themselves better than beings who have walked the earth for far longer than they've been alive.]

Killing them would have likely been pointless. And knowing that Michael is involved with my brothers in some manner makes it fortunate we didn't decide to harm him or any of the others.

[Because the archangels, who Michael had fled to hide behind, were indeed not individuals Castiel felt like angering just for revenge.]

I doubt Michael and Lucifer will be pleased to know they've been protecting these insects.

[He stritches Growley's ears, which produces a soft growling of appreciation.]

Lucifer hates humans. He likely has some plan for them, and while Michael can be benevolent, he is also probably doing this for some ulterior motive.

[In other words, no, they probably wouldn't be pleased, but they probably already know and have some other use for them. Neither of them would suffer arrogant, self-righteous humans for long otherwise.]

They aren't humans, they're mutants.

[It's corrected with a sneer, as Crowley finally sinks back into his chair, relaxing for the first time all day.]

That's why they're so angry, because no one understands their pain.

[Growley immediately scoots forward to rest her head on his lap again, but Crowley is angry again, and sinks further into his chair, fuming.]

They wouldn't last one fucking week in Hell.

[Castiel relaxes a little as Crowley does, just faintly amused by the scathing response. That's more like Crowley.]

They understand nothing of our world, and yet they have involved themselves with some of the most dangerous beings from it.

[Castiel clearly has about the same opinion of their intelligence and survival skills as the demon does. But he's quiet a moment before suddenly changing the subject.]

I don't understand how it is my fault he could not handle the consequences of his actions. I was merciful, even.

[He didn't even touch Michael, let alone do any severe damage or kill him.]

[Crowley is about to launch into another diatribe of how completely stupid they are when Castiel suddenly changes the subject.

The demon frowns slightly before rolling his eyes.]

It's not your fault. They're looking for someone to blame and you're the one who told them the truth they're so desperately trying to ignore.

He's terrified of you, go lurk outside his window or something as revenge.

[He feels slightly reassured--Crowley wouldn't tell him it wasn't his fault if it is, and in fact, he'd even spoken to him seriously instead of making a flippant comment--and that last comment was oddly amusing.]

I should allow Lucifer to invite me to their house.

[Not that he ever truly would go there and be stuck in a place with Michael, Michael, and Lucifer, but still.]

[Crowley gives him a flat look before he continues to pet his dog.]

He told me that you could have the right to kill him, but I couldn't. When I first returned.

Asshole.

That makes no sense.

[Really, what is that logic even? What right does Michael think he has, anyway, designating such a thing?]

[Crowley considers that for a moment before he points at himself.]

Scum-sucking demonic whore from Hell that is a very bad man who does nothing but evil, evil, evil things.

[Crowley points at Castiel.]

Wondrous angel of the Lord that does nothing but good things and protects Heaven and fights for the people and is bright and shiny and full of God.

[Crowley then points out the window.]

Stupid devout Jew that believes he's damned that doesn't know the fucking Old Testament from reality despite the fact that he survived the fucking Holocaust, which is one of the largest examples of God not giving a flying fuck about his little darling creations in written human history.

What part of any piece of his logic makes any sense.

[The demon sinks further into his massive chair. He's not sulking. At all.]

[Castiel considers that all for several seconds before giving a small sigh and the answer that's expected.]

None.

[The whole thing is messed up and stupid and Castiel wants to poke holes in Michael's logic and just flat out rage at him until he got it through his head that he'd done something wrong. But he wouldn't. He wouldn't even if he hadn't agreed to Crowley's request that he do nothing, and even if he wasn't barred from it by his deal with Lucifer, because he didn't really want to deal with it. Michael was just another in a long list of people whose thinking was so far off base Castiel can't deal with it in any way but to consider him an enemy and be done.

He realizes, with a small lurch of his vessel's stomach, that he becomes the same thing to his friends in just a few short days at home.]

Edited 2012-04-15 18:19 (UTC)

Why are you depressed?

[His lips quirk into a lazy smirk, almost inquisitive.]

Opinions of individuals that don't understand the mechanics of a situation don't matter. Let them fizzle out and die and you'll be all the more informed for it.

It isn't as if you've committed the wrongs that have lead to this discussion. So cease the melancholia.

I haven't committed these wrongs. But I will do worse.

[He admits it mostly because Crowley asked, and not only that, but is trying to cheer him up. It prompts him to feel able to answer the question truthfully.]

You will.

[It's said evenly.]

But you hardly did so with poor intentions.

Intentions matter little, in the end.

[Especially when you release ancient monsters upon all your former friends.]

Intentions dictate how you're remembered.

[Coolly.]

They mean everything.

Do the Winchesters remember me as anything but their enemy?

[He says it while staring off to the side, at the floor, but then he looks up and at Crowley.]

Is that why you still speak to me?

[Does Crowley of all people remember him for his intentions, rather than what he becomes?]

On the contrary. They're quite furious with me for getting you killed.

[Crowley doesn't know this for certain, but it certainly won't help his attitude to hear anything else.

And he's just ignoring that second stupid question because it's stupid.]

You didn't get me killed.

[They'd made a mistake together, and Castiel had apparently chosen to take all of Purgatory in the end. It's his own fault, he knows, not Crowley's.]

Semantics.

[Crowley has little time for them, nor is he asking for Castiel's opinion on the matter. He's only stating a fact of what the Winchesters believe.]

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