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[His eyes light up at the sight of books, and he actually will put the first two to good use; he's already curious and can't wait to learn the extremely baffling slang he's always surrounded by.

The last one, though, earns Crowley a look.]

I'm not certain how this joke began. Sam does not resemble a moose.

[And he throws the book lightly at Crowley. The demon will enjoy it more than him.]

The first time I saw Sam Winchester after Carthage, he attempted to stab me. Repeatedly. With several knives.

[He catches the book easily, with some amount of amusement.]

Have you ever seen a moose charge at something? I'm told it's a terrifying experience.

I would presume a human armed with knives would be just as frightening.

[He drifts over to sit on the couch next to Crowley, opening up one of the books.]

Hardly.

[He flips open the book with a twitch of his fingers.]

Disembowelment...

[Castiel doesn't look up from his book, already entranced.]

You are aware you cannot go beyond wishful thinking.

I can do whatever I want, I'm the King of Canada.

[As he flips through the book with some amount of interest.]

I could turn his pelt into a coat.

You still have not told me precisely how you became king of Canada.

[Just putting that out there. And then he does give Crowley a look.]

You are not wearing Sam Winchester's skin as a coat.

Of course not, I don't know where he's been.

[And Crowley pauses before he leans forward slightly, with half a grin.]

And I became the king of Canada because I outwitted a very powerful creature into signing his life away.

[But then Crowley leans back into his corner, stretching slightly, so his knees just barely brushed against Castiel's leg.]

But you're busy reading, so I won't bother you with tales of my magnificence.

What very powerful creature?

[Castiel glances over again, curious, then looks down as Crowley's knees touch his leg. He's started to catch onto Crowley's little hints.

He promptly ignores it, as well as Crowley's last comment.]

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[Crowley doesn't really seem to be doing much of anything except taking up space, languidly relaxed in his corner. He even takes a throw pillow and sets it in his lap to play around with a loose thread. Blame the bunnies.]

The Leviathan.

[Castiel's eyes flicker briefly and he looks back down at the book for a moment at the mention of the Leviathan. But what Crowley said before caught his attention.]

You outsmarted it?

[The question receives a throw pillow to the face, albeit gently.]

Naturally.

[With half a grin, amused.]

I said that I would handle it.

[He catches it, serious expression not changing.]

So you did. But you refuse to explain how.

I'm extraordinarily clever.

[Loftily.]

So you keep saying. You know that is not what I mean by explanation.

You wouldn't be satisfied with the explanation even if I gave it to you.

[Something tells him Castiel would be very upset to know that Crowley might have sealed Dean Winchester in Purgatory for all of eternity.]

Just trust that I managed it.

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