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[When the video feed turns on, Crowley is examining a pair of handcuffs. They appear extraordinarily normal, save for the fact that Crowley is in what appears to be a sex shop, and he appears pretty pleased with himself.

He's been back in town for about three hours -- and he hasn't told anyone. No, he wants to savor it -- to revel in the fact that he has won. He did it. He, and no one else, managed to win the game that is Life. Screw the Winchesters, screw Castiel, screw everyone, he managed what no one else did.

He beat the Leviathan.

So why not enjoy himself a little? And, true to form (though perhaps much happier than the Port is used to), Crowley tosses the NV the most insufferably lazy smirk known to mankind.]

I will have you all know that I have official documentation, signed by several important people that you should all care about, stating that I am now the ruling king of Canada.

[He is completely and utterly serious.]

I accept fruit baskets and fine liquor as tribute. Anyone who attempts to give me flowers or honey will be shot and fed to the dogs.

[Didn't you miss him, Siren's Port?]

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[Ordinarily, there would be no hesitation. No qualms, no brief indecision. But again, there is -- because Castiel is insane and out of his little happy realm of existence forever, but here, he is not. And here, Castiel is still partially his responsibility.

He can't exactly sweep away his largest mistake into Purgatory here. Nor, he realizes with a slight amount of disgust, would he want to.

Still, he reaches forward to fix his tie before he curls his fingers around it, tugging him forward gently, to answer his question with the laziest of drawls.]

I thought I would buy something to commemorate my grand re-entrance into your life.

[Castiel is just watching him, not sure what's going on in the demon's head and not entirely certain he wants to know, just wanting his friend back and for whatever must have happened at home to not destroy what sense of peace and contentment he'd managed to find here.

But when Crowley grabs his tie and falls right back into flirting with him, he relaxed a bit.]

You know better than to waste money on such.

No, you're right, I'd much rather waste money on your Save The Hookers initiative.

[The retort comes rather easily -- and Crowley, too, relaxes slightly before he fixes Castiel's tie so it looks halfway decent.]

Home. We have some things to discuss.

[Castiel is about to argue that that is not it's name, okay, but instead he just flies them both back home in an instant. Crowley's right, they have a lot to discuss.]

What happened?

[Crowley opens his mouth to respond, but he is interrupted by a sudden force that rushes past him. Said force shoves Castiel onto the couch and promptly sets to licking his face because Growley hasn't seen him in 2423534643 years.

It's been a really long time. :(]

[Castiel is surprised, but only for a moment until he realizes he has a fluffy dog in his face, and the day just got even better. He'd missed Growley when she'd disappeared as well, and hadn't thought she might have returned with Crowley.

He rubs her ears, and suddenly Abaddon's come running from Crowley's bedroom to leap on his mother and start chewing on her shoulder.]

[Growley immediately abandons Castiel in favor of her puppy, who she immediately curls around in a sort of hug, nuzzling him with her nose.

Crowley watches the scene with a nonplussed expression before he rolls his eyes slightly.]

Shall we cease the domestics.

[Abaddon nuzzles her right back, incredibly pleased, and Castiel watches them a few moments before looking up at Crowley again.]

We can. What happened?

[Since the dog interrupted the last time he asked.]

Ah, ah. You first.

[And Crowley pauses before sinking into his chair, eyeing Castiel as he leans back into it.]

Lucifer?

[He's a little irritated but doesn't protest, still too pleased at Crowley's return to be particularly petulant.]

Yes. I stopped meeting with him.

[Crowley looks somewhat interested before he goes back to looking irritably nonchalant. It's not surprising, after all. Lucifer is a four year old with superpowers.]

That tends to happen when you don't do what he wants.

[He sinks a little more into his chair -- and he eyes Castiel for a moment, obviously not very invested in the conversation at hand, before he asks:]

What's four hundred and six times two hundred thirty four?

So I'm aware.

[But even though it did, he's kind of pleased to not have to go meet Lucifer for tea time every few days even if the consequences might end up more severe in time.]

Ninety-five thousand and four. Why?

And the capital of Sri Lanka?

Kotte. Do you intend to be king of it as well?

[There's a moment or two of silence before his lips twitch into what might be a smile.]

I was hardly idle when I returned home, kitten.

Maybe I already am.

You would have announced it.

Who in the hell wants to admit they own Sri Lanka?

[Somewhat boredly before he whistles slightly. Growley glances over at him before she shifts to face him, keeping Abaddon firmly between her paws so she can continue cleaning his fur and making him look nice. He watches for a minute or two, somewhat irritated that she didn't drop what she was doing to come sit next to him, before he leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees.]

I won.

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