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You can fix that. The power is in your hands -- and it wasn't yours, so you can pay that off.

[He scribbles something down before crossing something out in red ink, silent for the next ten minutes or so as he worked. It's methodical and honestly boring, but he enjoys the simplicity of balancing a checkbook. It's a nice break from the chaos and mayhem.]

[Castiel would have rolled his eyes if the very thought wasn't painful, so instead he just buries himself under the covers farther. He enjoys the silence for some time, a little surprised Crowley isn't pestering him.]

[It's as he said, he wanted to relax -- and so Crowley generally ignores Castiel for some time, finishing balancing his books before he moves onto editing a contract -- and this, he has no choice but to unfurl so some of it drapes on Castiel, as it's so long.

Here, he sinks further into the bed, almost actually laying down so that he's comfortable, a pen between his teeth as he reads contentedly.]

[Castiel mentally rolls his eyes at the scroll being unrolled on top of him but doesn't protest, resting quietly for a bit longer. When the pounding in his head isn't quite as bad, he ventures a peek out of the blankets to see what Crowley is writing.]

[The words actually appear of their own accord, at touches to the parchment with his fingers. They are written in blood, bright and red, until it dries immediately. Something a little stronger, apparently.

After a few minutes of carefully rearranging words, he speaks lazily.]

What are you staring at?

[And he glances over, his cheek pressing into the pillow, amused.]

What you're doing.

[He's squinting, but his focus is laser-like on the scroll until Crowley speaks to him and then he looks over at the demon instead.]

Perhaps you should do something more useful with your time spent in my bed.

[And the scroll rolls up with a touch of his fingers so he can gently tap it against Castiel's face.]

Just a thought.

[Castiel frowns at both the gentle bop on the face and at the comment.]

If I don't partake normally, why would I do so while I have a hangover?

The 'honey, I have a headache' excuse is so 1995.

[He rolls slightly, to place a hand on Castiel's other side, hovering over him as he narrows his eyes thoughtfully.]

Is it still that bad?

[Castiel lets him, squinting up at the demon.]

I believe I will likely have this for days.

[He got really, really drunk, okay.]

Your ineptitude never ceases to amaze me.

[He eyes him, speculatively, before he presses his lips to the corner of his mouth.]

I can get rid of it now...

[And he kisses a little lower, at his jaw.]

But you have to give me something.

Be quiet. I achieved that I intended to do.

[So he was not inept at all. He closes his eyes at the kisses, but frowns a little bit more.]

And what would that be?

[Said in the most long suffering way.]

For one, you need to obtain ten bottles of whatever liquor you use to get completely inebriated with for me. Next, you can't ingest any of it for thirty-one calendar days. You're also trapped here for the next twenty-four hours.

[As Castiel is currently in a cocoon of blankets, he can't quite get to where he wants to be -- but he settles for sighing into his ear, readjusting himself comfortably.]

Do we have a deal?

I don't know if I can get that much. Chuck has it, and I believe he gets it from Elaine.

[Logistics are a problem here, though he thinks he can probably do it.]

Why would I need to stay here?

[Despite the blankets he shivers just a little at the breath against his ear.]

I trust your obscene amount of ingenuity. And because I said so.

[He grins lazily, just like the Cheshire Cat.]

So?

[After a few moments he just sighs, quietly.]

Alright. I agree.

[Crowley looks faintly amused before he pushes himself up again, to press his lips against Castiel's in a kiss, though this time, it feels slightly different. It holds a certain amount of magic as he deepens it, pressing Castiel into the mattress just a little -- but when he's finished, the hangover is definitely gone.

A deal is a deal, no matter how ridiculous it is.]

[Deal kisses are strange, and he's only had one before, but they're definitely unique. It doesn't hurt his opinion of them that his hangover is gone now as well, and he feels a great deal better.]

You could have done that anyway.

[Just saying, though.]

My power is very restrictive.

[He kisses Castiel again, normally this time, before he chuckles to himself.]

But you are right, I could have done that anyway.

I am usually right.

[Just saying, and he extricates himself as much as he can from the blankets with Crowley over him, leaning up for another kiss.]

You are not.

[It's said with a mild indignation, though he lets Castiel kiss him before falling back onto his side rather melodramatically, frowning critically at the scroll still in his hand.]

It's much different, not having a legion to do the grunt work for you.

I thought you enjoyed doing these things yourself.

[As he works on untangling himself from the blankets a bit more.]

I do.

[And Crowley draws up his legs slightly, to rest the scroll against them, so he can unfurl it again, to continue working.]

But I'm busy and I can't simply hire people to do this portion for me. It's a gift, and as the only other demon in this city is an incompetent sewer rat, it's down to me.

There is no one here with a power that you could teach to use for this?

As if I would honestly trust someone else with this.

[Crowley scribbles something out with a slight scowl.]

I wouldn't even let you do this and I like you.

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