Melting Sarcasm (SPN; Dean/Crowley; #392: Sarcasm; PG-13/T)

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Title: Melting Sarcasm
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Supernatural
Character/Pairing: Dean/Crowley, also hints at Dean/Sam and Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: slashthedrabble #392: Sarcasm
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 400
Date Written: 22 March, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Kripke, not the author, and are used without permission.




The King watches with a royally impish grin as the boy shoots words at him that he knows are meant to hurt. Any other night, they might actually sting, coming from him, but tonight, he's not interested in the words. Tonight, he's watching the movements of the boy's tongue in his mouth, against his lips and teeth, and remembering other things that tongue has done so well.

Sarcasm drips off of Dean's tongue tonight, but Crowley remembers when there were actual fluids dripping from the boy's tongue. He remembers the feel of that tongue in his mouth and on him, as well, and he grins broadly, the boy's words not bothering him in the least tonight. "That's what you say now, Squirrel," he remarks. "It's not what you said then."

His grin widens when Dean stammers, and Sam finally looks up from his computer. "What did he say?" Moose asks, but Dean has no answers he wants to give to his little brother. He gawks at Crowley instead, and then his eyes harden into harsh daggers Crowley knows fine how to melt when they are alone.

But they're not alone tonight, and he'll let Dean keep his secrets for a while longer. His laughter resonates in the small hotel room, and he remembers how it resonated in a wood cabin in front of a burning fire, Dean beneath him and between his legs. "Be seeing you, Squirrel," he says and winks, still ignoring Moose. He blinks out, giving him his peace for tonight, but he knows it won't last. These rare, calm moments Dean has when he can appear to be a better man than what he is never lasts for long.

Sam thinks he has him, but he'll never share with him what Crowley already has. He accepts Dean, all of Dean, including his secrets and his darkest moments. He's seen the boy at his wildest and had him in his darkest. He's had him in ways his brother can only imagine, in ways even the Angel can only imagine, in ways nobody has had him except Crowley, and he knows, sooner or later, that darkness will come out to ride him again. When it does, he'll be waiting, and when he does return to him again, he'll make him swallow his words, his own tongue, and himself again and again. Crowley smiles, and the flames of Hell flicker hotter.

The End