Astronaut2 : LARPing, Heaven and Hell

Dean snorted, rolling his eyes. "Yes, your Majesty", he said her in a mocking, extremely pompous tone as he turned off the engine. Of course he had been the one driving for most of the trip. And yes, he had passed over half of the hours throwing glances in Castiel's direction, finding himself missing the new kind of intimacy they had just discovered they could have together. But the excitement for the LARPing game they were about to get into for a whole weekend made up for it. He merrily climbed down from the car, wincing a bit. "Damn, I sure hope I won't have to sit down again anytime soon", he muttered.

"Yeah, I will do that. But not right now. I love my Baby, but sitting in there for so long isn't really that pleasant", Dean answered to his brother, patting the side of the Impala affectionately. He immediately turned to Charlie, grinning. "Woah, hey! Nice! She hot?"

"I wasn't asking for myself!", Dean protested, offended. "I just want to make sure you get what's best. I thought we were friends", he said, feigning to be broken by the accusation. "And 'sides, you told me my soulmate was hot. So I get to judge your dates too. It is only fair."

Crowley rubbed his temples, letting out a long, long sigh. "I swear if I will have to start taking aspirines just because you bunch of hyenas cannot shut up- what do you all have to whisper about!", he barked. his tone commanding an answer. He always got extremely irritated, when some minion thought they could hide something from him. The hought itself was ridiculous.

"Shut up", Dean immediately retorted, still getting some of Charlie's stuff in his arms, plus his own. "Well, let's go, your Majesty. Your vassals awaits", he grinned to her.

Crowley straightened up on his throne, silently leaning forward. He crossed his fingers, eyes flaming with contained anger. "Let me get this straight. You think that someone might have outpassed our wardings." He got up from his seat. "I see some problems with this statement of yours", he observed dryly, looking at him. "Perhaps someone of you morons would like to give me some complete informations? Or, if that is more than a suspicion, what about crushing the intruder?", his voice got louder with every word.

Dean laughed nervously at Charlie's... supposed joke. "Ha ha ha, very funny. Don't be such a smartass, your Majesty, or I won't go easy on you on the training field this time", he menaced her, pointing a finger in her direction.

Crowley had just opened his mouth - probably to vaporize the poor demon that was speaking to him -, then squinted at the closed door. "Saved by the bell", he commented coldly, glaring at him. He patted his jacket distractedly, to look intimidating, and made a gesture for the demons to be ready to attack, if necessary. "Door's open", he said out loud.

Dean snorted, crossing his arms. "I just generously gave you the chance to humiliate me so that nobody could see you getting your ass handled to you, your Highness", he answered. Yeah, they both knew that wasn't true. Charlie kicked his ass thoroughly.

Crowley squinted at the newcomer, carefully examining him. An angel, no doubt on that. What did he want there, though? "You hold an unfair advantage on me", he stated, sounding uninterested too. "You know my name. Of course you do. But I am afraid I don't know yours."

"Yeah, sure", Dean countered, finger-pistol.ing her back as he walked into his tent with all his stuff in his arms. "If there is a bunkbed, I call dibs on the top one", he joked looking back at Castiel.

Crowley let out a small, derisive laugh. "Sorry, sorry. That was supposed to be a joke, right?", he half-asked, a smile on his face. "And so, why would Heaven even send you, Han... Hanka..." He waved his hand in the air, dismissing the name. "Sending one of their precious sheeps in the wolves' den is pretty... stupid of them. What do they want with me?"

Dean rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe Castiel still took all he said so seriously. "Yeah, I see that. Well, pick a side, I'll get dressed", he told him while he started to take off his shirt. He was so excited to finally be in his combat gear!

"An angelic thread, you say", Crowley drawled, making a gesture with his right hand. He brought the newly formed, whiskey-filled glass to his lips, faking a thoughtful expression. "Sorry, feathers. Never heard of such a thing", he smiled widely at him. "You should go, while I am still feeling generous. This isn't place for you."

Dean was trying to get his pants off when he felt arms wrapping around him, and warm breath tickling his neck. He felt a bit startled by the sudden gesture, but also honestly pleased. He hid a small smile. "You can't keep your hands off me, can you?", he joked, turning around to face him.

Crowley's smile left his face. "And I am afraid you don't understand. I am not offering you a choice. I am not really here to help Heaven to find its lost kids, and I have a kingdom to run - go find Castiel by yourself." He sat back down on his throne, dismissing him with a gesture.

Dean hid another smile, huffing a bit. "You're such a sap", he said, hugging him back nonetheless. "I've missed you too. And we'll have time to stay together tonight, after dinner. Alright?" He leant in to kiss him, lingering on his lips too long for it to be just a peck.

Crowley stared back for a while. Then he raised a brow. "I'm sorry. Are you waiting for a written invitation?", he asked, dryly. "I know my exceptional good looks can be mesmerizing, but this is getting a bit awkward. So, shoo", he said, waving his hand.

Dean smiled at him and quickly got dressed in his costume too. By now he had learned how to put up on his own even the most difficult parts of it. When he was done, he just whipped around, opening his arms with a proud smile, showing off all his red, brown-ish costume, along with some shiny pieces of armour and red cape. "How do I look!"

Crowley didn't move. He merely raised an eyebrow at Hanakael in fact, as if he couldn't believe the nerve of that man, getting so close to the King of Hell. But a glint in his eyes betrayed his interest. "Is that so", he observed in a low voice. He looked at his demons, making a gesture to make them leave the throne room. "I am listening."

Dean was positively beaming with pride now, arms crossed over his chest. "I know. Charlie did one hell of a job on this one", he mused, looking at himself, before concentrating on Castiel again. "And on yours too! You look great", he observed, taking a step forward himself.

Crowley kept watching every single move Hanakael made, almost unblinking. Obviously he didn't trust him one bit. But from how he straightened up on his chair, it was clear that the piece of information he had just received had awoken his interest. "A soulmate thread?", he asked, sounding skeptic. "In Hell? Unlikely. Are you sure?"