Crowstiel: The First, and Possibly Last, Kisses

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   "Hey Castiel, where ever you are. I've never really done this before, so I don't know how it works." Crowley looked up to the sky. Once, he had seen Dean call for Castiel. He asked Sam about it and he told him if they ever needed Cas, all they have to do is ask for him.
   "I'm going through some really hard times right now," Crowley continued, "and I need you. I know you're out there, somewhere. So help me out. I really need you right now."  Crowley looked down and waited to see if it worked. After about a minute, he sat down on a rock, saddened.
   "Crowley?"
   Crowley jumped at the sound of his name being said behind him. He turned around and saw Cas standing there.
   "Good God, Cas." He said. "Don't do that to me."
   "Why did you need me?" Cas asked.
   "What?" Crowley asked, confused.
   "You called for me." Cas said. "You said you needed me. I'm here. Why am I here instead of watching football with Dean?"
   "Why are you here?" Crowley said. "This is why." He grabbed Castiel's trench coat and pulled his body into his own.He looked into Cas' mysterious eyes and he kissed him. After a few seconds Cas pulled away.
   "This is why you needed me?" He exclaimed.
   "Yep."
   "Really? This is why I'm here? This is why I'm in this trashy park instead of with Sam and Dean in their hotel room? This is why I'm missing the football game?"
   "You gotta admit, that kiss was way better then seeing the Dallas Cowgirls in their tight little skirts." Crowley pointed out.
   Cas thought for a while. "You're right." he said. Then he grabbed onto Crowley's tie and was about to return the gift he had just gotten, but Crowley had a disagreement.
   "Watch the bloody tie!" he yelled. "I just bought it and I don't want you to wrinkle it."
   "Sorry." Cas said. He was about to kiss Crowley when he noticed Dean was calling for him. "Crowley, grab my hand."
   "What?" Crowley asked. "Why?"
   "Just grab my hand, you little devil!"
   Crowley grabbed his hand and he took him with him to the Winchester brothers.
   "What's up, Dean?" Cas asked.
   "Well, are we gonna watch the game or..." he stopped in mid sentence when he saw the king of Hell standing beside his best friend. "What's he doing here?"
   "We were talking about some very important business when you called for me." Cas explained. "I thought I bring him with and finish up."
   "Alright." Dean said. "Make it quick."
   "We'll be outside." He and Crowley left the house.
   "I'm gonna kiss you now." Cas told Crowley.
   "Go ahead." Crowley said. "I dare you."
   Cas leaned forward and their lips met. Little did they know, they were standing right in front of the kitchen window.
   Inside, Bobby stood up after getting a beer out of the fridge.
   "Who wants a..." He looked out side and saw a glimpse of trench coat. "Balls." he exclaimed. "Sam! Dean! Get in here!"
   The two brothers walked into the kitchen.
   "What's up, Bobby?" Dean asked. Bobby shrugged his head in the direction of the window.
   "Sweet." Sam said, while Dean couldn't stop freaking out.
   "What the!?! Who the!?! How the!?! What!?!"
   Crowley and Cas heard Dean yelling and they separated. They looked through the window and saw a confused Bobby, an impressed Sam, and a psycho Dean on steroids.
   "Oops." Cas said.
   "Yeah, oops." Crowley replied. "That's a bloody window!"
   "You're the man, Cas!" Sam hollered. "But Crowley? You should probably run!"
   "Good idea!" Crowley hollered back. Then he started to run.
   Dean grabbed a steak knife and ran after him.
   "I'm gonna exorcise that royal bitch!!!" 
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Haha, Dean's gone proper psycho :3
I think this is the first Crowstiel I've seen where Sam doesn't mad ^.^