2011

July

"So, Harry," Gabriel commented lightly, getting the attention of the other three in the room and immediately making Crowley wonder what the weird Archangel was up to.

"Gabriel…?" Harry said, sounding just as wary as Crowley was feeling.

"I was just wondering something. It's been quite a while since we got any decent autographs. Surely interesting people have died since the Dalai Lama."

"They have, I just haven't had the chance to get any for you. Don't know if you've noticed me hanging around with you two more than usual."

"He's got a point," Crowley finally spoke up, shrugging when Gabriel turned to look at him, wrinkling his nose in distaste over Crowley seemingly sticking up for Harry. Crowley just rolled his eyes in response, refusing to be drawn into yet another pointless, childish argument with the man.

"Psht, so? We never asked him to!" Gabriel muttered petulantly, and Crowley just rolled his eyes, sighing.

"Well, either way, I'm sure I can leave you two alone long enough not to get into anymore trouble, so I'll be getting you some more autographs soon enough," Harry said, and Crowley was silently grateful for the man for nipping any potential bickering in the bud.

"Hey! You're one to talk! You're forever getting into trouble!" Gabriel pointed out. Crowley just mentally groaned, apparently having one argument diverted just gave way to another one. He shouldn't be surprised, he was fairly certain Gabriel argued with himself if he was alone.

"So! Anyone heard anything from Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum?" Crowley asked, stepping in before Harry could respond to Gabriel's taunt. Derek shot him a thankful look, and Crowley couldn't help but wonder when he and Derek had become the adults of their quartet.

"Actually, I think Sam needs a kitten or something. He makes a strange girly noise and pays an awful lot of attention to me whenever I come across them in Cordelia form," Gabriel told them with a disturbed look on his face. Crowley snorted when Harry perked up at that and smiled.

"I knew I liked him for a reason. Maybe I should get him one for Christmas," Harry mused and Crowley only just stopped himself from gaping at the man. Why he was shocked, he had no idea.

"You do that. I'm not helping you out when Dean decides to shoot you because the cat crapped in his precious car."

"Now that would be something to see!" Gabriel crowed, cackling evilly with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Harry, I demand you to give Sam Winchester a kitten!"

"Okay!"

Crowley groaned and slumped down in the couch. He just knew this was going to come back and bite them all in the arse. Sure, they wouldn't be dying any time soon, but he knew Dean had some dark side to himself that meant they would be in a lot of pain until he got fed up with them.

America made everyone insane in the end. Crowley heaved a huge sigh and just decided to embrace the crazy. Everyone else around him had, so it was probably the only way he was going to survive past the end of this year.