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Words Have Not Yet Been Invented (1/1)

Title: Words Have Not Yet Been Invented (1/1)
Pairing: Crowley/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: There really is no rest for the wicked.
Disclaimer: I don’t own it.
Notes: Written for the Five Acts Meme and for emerald_embers . I hope y’all enjoy this.

The first thing Castiel said to Crowley after he dragged him out of Purgatory was, “I apologize for acting so rashly.” It was the understatement of the century… maybe even the millennia. After all, Crowley was in bloody pieces, and if he could have talked or moved, he most likely would have attacked the little angel that could out of sheer rage.

Sure, Crowley wasn’t a good guy, not even close, but being burned alive? That had been a bit harsh.

Castiel had sat on the bed and put a cold washcloth on Crowley’s forehead. Crowley could only watch those long, pale fingers pull up the sheets and smooth over Crowley’s brow. He moved differently from when Crowley had last been close to him.

Following Castiel’s mercury-smooth motions, Crowley reckoned that Castiel moved like his brothers and sisters. His eyes saw all planes of existence and he moved with a divine purpose that only Castiel himself knew. If Crowley wasn’t a shivering mess, he might have been uncomfortable. Instead, he was just very, very tired.

Divine blue eyes focused on Crowley, and it made the newly resurrected demon feel extraordinarily small. Slender fingers brushed over Crowley’s eyes.


Crowley closed his eyes and followed orders for the first time in his life.


When Crowley woke, he woke to the smell of fresh, chilly air. He opened his eyes to see Castiel moving toward the windows, drawing the thick, heavy curtains apart. Dust swirled in the moonbeams that cut through the windows, and Crowley found himself able to move his upper torso. He grunted and attempted to sit up. He heard Castiel turn, probably getting caught up in that ridiculous trench coat of his, and Crowley growled into the soft sheets.

“What are you doing here?” Strong hands slipped under Crowley’s arms… hands that could have torn him limb from limb until he was nothing but a few bloody atoms. Castiel maneuvered Crowley so that the demon was sitting up, his back against the headboard. “Stop… stop---”

“Don’t be afraid.” Crowley scoffed, his cheeks a bit warm because even with his back against the wall, the last thing Crowley was going to do was admit that he was utterly terrified. Demons were never terrified. Even in death, when he was burning at the very marrow of his bones, he only felt a sharp stab of bitter disappointment, not fear. Castiel’s face was as unmoving as ever, his voice a low vibration in the air. “I am not going to hurt you.”

Tendrils of distrust curled at the very pit of Crowley’s stomach. He hadn’t survived the Apocalypse because he had a merry band of friends. No one had ever given Crowley a free pass, he had to bite, tear, and scratch his way to the top like everyone else.

“So, what is this? Some sort of project, seeing how long it takes for me to waste away? Or maybe,” Crowley sneered, “I’m some kind of fuck toy for your angelic troops. If so, you didn’t have to go through the trouble of bringing me back, darling. Meg would have happily volunteered, no questions---”

A high-pitched buzz sliced through the air and all the lights exploded. Bits of glass and sparks ricocheted off the walls, and Crowley flinched as Castiel’s periwinkle eyes soon became the brightest things in the room.

“I do not expect a verbal confirmation of gratitude, but I am aware that you,” Castiel’s eyes flared, “are capable of respect. Please, Crowley, don’t test my patience.”

The air tightened, and with a furious whirl of feathers, Castiel was gone. Crowley remained awake, unable to get his mind to rest. All he could think of was how the angel’s voice had cracked at the very end of his plea.


Days passed, and Crowley slowly massaged life back into his legs. He saw that a cane was resting on the far wall, and Crowley used it. He hobbled over to the far window to see rolling hills of long green grass. Crowley leaned on the windowsill and took in the trees and lazy blue sky that seemed to stretch on forever.

Humans didn’t know what they had. Crowley used to love the looks on their faces when they saw the barren mess of tar and fire that was Hell. Crowley wasn’t sure what waited for souls in Heaven, but he couldn’t believe that there was a place better than Earth.

Eventually Crowley left the bedroom only to be assaulted by the smell of smoke and the sound of something sizzling.

Lead settled into his stomach and Crowley lumbered down the hallway as fast as he could until he came to a kitchen.

The demon came to a rocky halt to see Castiel staring at a pan that was on fire. In the back of his mind, Crowley had hoped that God wasn’t communicating to Castiel in the form of burning cooking ware. Castiel didn’t turn away from the kitchen disaster as he spoke.

“Father has not shown Himself to me in any way, shape, or form.”

“Reading someone’s mind without their permission is considered rude.”

Castiel did turn at that, and his lips twitched like he wasn’t sure if he should smile, smirk, or remain expressionless.

“I’ve been told that I lack people skills.”

A small snort escaped Crowley and he nodded toward the kitchen.

“You didn’t put any butter on the pan, did you?” The head tilt told Crowley all he needed to know. He slowly made his way to the stove and put out the fire. Smoke curled into the air and Crowley cleared his throat. “Let me show you how it’s done.”


Crowley might have taught the angel how to cook, but that didn’t mean that Crowley vomited sparkles and rainbows and that Castiel and him became best friends. Life never worked that way. Crowley was slowly getting his energy back in the quaint stone house. He still used the cane, but after months it was mostly for reassurance. His right knee would act up every once and a while, a reminder of his death and resurrection.

He couldn’t leave the house, the walls were covered in more protective sigils than Crowley had the patience to count, and he was in no condition to put wards on himself.

Naturally, Crowley found himself alone a lot with nothing much to do. He’d sit at the windows and watch the leaves change. One day, Crowley remembered that it had been winter because some flurries had been sprinkling throughout the day, Castiel landed in the foyer with blood dripping out of his back. Crowley had dropped his cane, his eyes wide.


Crowley didn’t have a lot of knowledge about angels. Not a lot of creatures tried to specialize in the bumbling organisms that called themselves angels. Crowley could fix any human or monster alike (for a price, of course), but angels… they were a different breed.

Castiel didn’t seem very perturbed that he was laying facedown on an oriental rug. His deep voice growled out between the worn fibers.

“I’m fine, don’t worry.”

The demon crossed his arms.

“I wasn’t.” Castiel remained on the floor, breathing deep like he was counting how long he took to inhale and exhale. Crowley swayed on his feet, but he refused to bend down for his cane in front of Castiel. He watched until the blood stopped flowing and Castiel turned his head to look up at Crowley. The demon stared right on back. “You done?” Castiel nodded and picked himself up. The stains were already gone from his coat. Crowley tried not to be thankful when Castiel picked up his cane. “What did you do, fall down some stairs?”

Castiel shook his head, handing Crowley his cane.

“No. I was engaged in hand-to-hand combat with renegade brothers and sisters.”

“Ah. Just another day then.”

They didn’t laugh. Instead, Castiel just let out a grunt, one that was exhausted in a myriad of ways. His shoulders were slouched, and sometimes Crowley wanted to straighten the angel out, make him stand with a proper posture. Castiel tilted his head to the side like he knew what Crowley was thinking. It occurred to Crowley that the angel probably did, the mind-reading bastard.

“Would you like to go outside?” Crowley was about to politely point out the fact that he’d be struck down by one act of vengeance or another, but Castiel just smiled a little. “I will protect you.”

Crowley frowned.

“Do I look like a damsel in distress?”

Castiel shook his head.

“I was merely reassuring you.”

With a quiet huff from the demon, he nodded and soon they were outside in the chilly winter air. Snowflakes swirled down onto the tips of Castiel’s eyelashes. It was really a right shame that such a beautiful body was wasted on such a sadly celibate being. Crowley’s leg throbbed painfully and he stumbled. Castiel caught him, and they stood like that for a while, angel supporting a demon out in the wide green plains. Their breath fogged out and mixed together for a minute, then another. Crowley would never say thank you. Luckily, the angel wasn’t expecting it.

“Am I always going to be like this?” Weak. Dependent. Waiting for something, anything to spring up and kill him for good. Crowley watched Castiel avoid his eyes, and Crowley squeezed the angel’s arm as hard as he could. “Don’t lie to me.”

For a moment, a long silence washed over the valley. Castiel’s sigh fanned out in the front of them like smoke from a despondent man’s lips.

“I’m not sure. I’ve never resurrected a demon before.” Castiel squinted a little, looking past Crowley’s meat suit. “You’re healing. Have faith.”

For the first time in a long time, Crowley laughed.


Everything changed on a dark summer night. Crowley’s leg seemed to be the only thing that wouldn’t mend, and he’d woken in the middle of the night hissing because it burned. He jerked the sheets off his body and sat up, grinding his teeth together, trying not to groan. When the hot flare passed, Crowley took two deep breaths... and everything was quiet for a moment.

Then there was a loud crash in the kitchen. Crowley jumped up, stumbling in his boxers and a loose shirt out in the hall, his cane tapping loudly on the hardwood floor. He skidded across the floor, expecting to see Castiel spitting teeth down the drain.

Only, Castiel wasn’t bruised and bleeding on the kitchen floor. It wasn’t Castiel at all. It was some man with razor sharp eyes that landed on Crowley like an anvil. There was a familiar crackle in the air, and Crowley froze.

An angel, a renegade angel was going to kill him… and the weird thing was, Crowley actually cared. He’d been planning to make waffles that morning, and maybe play some cards with Castiel because the angel had a poker face like you wouldn’t believe. He’d wanted to go out and see the stars, picking out constellations and listen to Castiel tell all their stories.

Instead, Crowley was just going to die. Again. And this time, he had the feeling that he’d stay dead. Crowley was just still and waited.

The air tightened, and the renegade was thrown against the wall, Castiel appearing with his hand outstretched.

“Don’t lay a hand on him.”

Crowley watched as the other angel spat, his spit flecking on Castile’s cheek as he writhed against Castiel’s hold.

“You disband Heaven and keep beasts as pets.”

With a righteous cry, the other angel ripped one arm free and it was enough to bring Crowley to his knees, his breath robbed from his lungs. He wheezed, black spots growing in his blurry vision and his leg throbbed, every nerve on fire. He picked up his head in time to see Castiel sink his blade into his brother’s heart. Crowley’s eyes fluttered shut and his lungs began to shrivel---

Familiar fingers slid up and under Crowley’s shirt, and suddenly he could breathe again. The black spots slowly faded, and Crowley sucked in sweet air. The renegade’s body was already gone, but Castiel was there, those blue eyes moving over Crowley’s body slowly, like he was making sure that all the pieces were there. Crowley’s leg let loose an agonizing spasm, and before he could scramble to try and not think about it, Castiel moved gracefully over Crowley, his one hand over the demon’s heart while the other slid up his right knee and came to rest on his thigh.

The pain rippled away under Castiel’s cool fingers, and when Crowley looked up to say something, anything to the angel, his nose brushed against Castiel’s. Oh… well, how intriguing. Crowley felt a warm, lazy shiver trickle down his spine, and he licked his lips, watching Castiel’s blue eyes follow his tongue. Crowley swallowed, and for once, he couldn’t think of a suave remark to dissolve the tension or move them forward.

All Crowley could do was exhale a bit… then he moved his hand and slipped it under Castiel’s coat. He might not know a lot about angels, but he knew enough. For example, angels had wings, and Crowley wasn’t positive but he was confident that those feathery appendages were all sorts of sensitive.

His fingers hovered over Castiel’s clothed spine as all those thoughts flickered in Crowley’s mind. The demon watched Castiel’s eyes darkened--- and that was enough. Crowley smirked and trailed his fingers down Castiel’s vertebrae, digging his nails in lightly. That small pressure pulled out a broken sigh from Castiel’s lips. Castiel’s entire body shuddered, little shivers shooting down the angel’s fingers and toes. Crowley kept running his fingers up and down Castiel’s spine, sometimes going teasingly light before massaging the skin, making a scandalous blush blossom on the angel’s cheeks. Castiel’s arms were shaking.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Crowley found himself on his back. He had a bit of time to admire the out of sorts angel in his flushed and flustered glory, but soon Crowley was being kissed.

Castiel’s lips were a bit chapped, but they were even softer than Crowley had ever imagined. Lush, full, and chaste lips gently fitted against Crowley’s. He was inexperienced, but luckily Castiel had Crowley to guide him… and if Crowley was anything, he was a fantastic teacher. Crowley cupped Castiel’s cheeks, his thumbs drawing soft circles into the angel’s skin as he traced Castiel’s lower lip with his tongue, slipping it inside.

The demon sucked on Castiel’s tongue, and he hummed with smug satisfaction when Castiel shook, a strangled gasp tumbling from his lips. Castiel wound his fingers in Crowley’s pajama shirt and tugged him closer with a soft moan. They stayed like that, all harsh breaths and squeezing hands for a few heavy moments until Castiel pulled back, panting.

In the moonlight, the image of Castiel was the closest Crowley would ever get to having a religious experience.

Pink, bruised lips with mussed hair, Castiel was perfect. Crowley was hard, his erection making his black boxers tent and his cheeks flush. He smiled at Castiel crookedly, licking his lips seductively.

“Would you like to move this to the bedroom?”

Castiel tilted his head to the side.

“To have sex?”

Crowley snorted, his cheeks a bit pink as if he’d had a bit too much champagne.

“Nothing gets past you, does it?”


Castiel’s fingers covered Crowley’s eyelids, a gentle presence that made Crowley shiver. His eyes were forced closed, and he huffed out a breath.

“What is this?”

They had moved to the bedroom, stealing fumbling kisses on the way, which ended up with Crowley being shoved up against the wall, Castiel ripping through his shirt savagely as his lips gently covered Crowley’s. Eventually they moved to the bed, and that was how Crowley ended up with Castiel’s fingers covering his eyes with an aching erection and tight skin. Castiel hummed, and the vibration made the little hairs on the back of Crowley’s neck rise.

“I do not wish to burn you from the inside out and leave you an empty husk.”

“Ah… I can see how that would be a concern.”

Castiel made an odd sort of sound, and Crowley imagined that it was the closest Castiel would ever get to laughing. His free hand trailed down Crowley’s neck, then to his nipples, circling them lazily before coming to rest on his chest.

“Your vision will have to be temporarily hindered.” Blinded. Albeit, only for a short while, but still… blinded. Castiel brushed his lips against Crowley’s ear. “If I have not betrayed you before, Crowley, I will not betray you now.” He paused, and when he spoke again his voice was sinfully rough. “You will not be the only one exposed, Crowley. I too will be at your mercy.”

Before and after Crowley’s death, Castiel had never lied to him. Crowley growled.

“Well, what are you bloody waiting for?”

Castiel, to his credit, only paused briefly before whispering under his breath and removing his fingers. Crowley opened his eyes only to see nothing. He blinked, not used to the sensation of his eyes being perfectly healthy yet not working. Castiel kissed him briefly before pulling back and…

And completely surrounded him. Crowley couldn’t fight the gasp that shot from his lips like a bullet. Castiel was like an ocean of buzzing power that engulfed Crowley’s body like a flood. The angel felt like an underwater electrical storm; beautiful and lethal. Lips captured Crowley’s in a buzzing kiss as lithe fingers traced all over Crowley’s body, and not just ten recognizable fingers.

Countless touches overwhelmed Crowley’s body, a pinch of his nipples, circles drawing into his thigh, teasing pulls and twists of his cock, and light caresses all over his spine. It made Crowley’s blind eyes roll into the back of his head, his hips not knowing whether to shy away or buck into the phantom touches. Broken whimpers fell from Crowley’s lips that Castiel drank right on up.

Everything was building up, and that was when angelic tendrils wrapped around Crowley’s tail. His tail wasn’t visible on the Earthly plane, but Crowley figured that Castiel was occupying several planes that night. The angel squeezed Crowley’s tail, and the demon shouted, his hands shooting out to tangle in hot puffs of air that might have been feathers. Castiel moaned, and the noise surrounded Crowley, humming into every inch of his skin.

His fingers jerked wildly, and Castiel tugged and twisted mercilessly on Crowley’s tail. White hot sparks danced before Crowley’s blind eyes, his breath stuttered and his whole body seized.

“Oh--- Castiel---!”

He came, and all those tendrils seemed to quiver and quake around Crowley’s wrecked voice… and everything exploded into heavenly blue light.


Crowley wasn’t sure how long Castiel and him rested on the bed that night… but he remembered the slight tickle of fingers on his face, and when they pulled away Crowley could see again. He blinked and saw that the morning light was just starting to creep through the windows. He turned on his side, his skin still hypersensitive, to see Castiel staring back at him.

Those blue eyes were like stars, twinkling and shining unimaginably brightly. Crowley let out a loud whoosh of breath.

“Bloody hell.” Crowley grinned lazily at the angel. “Castiel, words have not been invented to describe just how incredible of a lay you are.”

There was a brief silence, and the angel tilted his head to the side, a soft smile on his face.

“If any being were to find those words, Crowley, I imagine it would be you.”

The End


( 26 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 8th, 2011 11:19 am (UTC)

Thank you. Thank you so, so much <3. Oh my god tail kink oh my god electrical storm underwater oh my god oh my god oh my god
Jan. 8th, 2011 02:55 pm (UTC)
*faints* You liked it??? I hoped that the whole 'Castiel is everywhere' would be.... hot. I'm so glad you liked it!!! <3 <3 <3!
Jan. 8th, 2011 02:42 pm (UTC)
I really enjoyed that, that was so very good :D
Jan. 8th, 2011 02:56 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you so much for reading, I'm so glad you liked it :)
Jan. 8th, 2011 09:23 pm (UTC)

Holy shit, I never read this pairing. You're a magician. Also, amazing. Not only was this really sensual and sexy, but it was also really, really sweet.

RIP CROWLEY. I love how you just pulled him out with a 'whoops, sorry'. I laughed xD
Jan. 8th, 2011 09:25 pm (UTC)
Aw, thanks so much for reading a new pairing and taking a chance :) I'm so glad you liked it and found it sexy :) <3. Thanks for reading!
Jan. 9th, 2011 07:15 pm (UTC)

Crowley getting killed broke my heart and until this day and until this fic the sadness from his death hasn't quite past =/.

Ooooh, I think I love you =). Darn I love this resurrection fic *hugs mia6363* =)!
Jan. 9th, 2011 07:36 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you. Crowley's death was really unfortunate, he was such a beautiful character. Thanks for reading, I'm so glad you liked it :)
Jan. 9th, 2011 07:18 pm (UTC)
wasn't aware I had a tail kink! but hoo that was hot ;)
Jan. 9th, 2011 07:36 pm (UTC)
Hahhaa, thanks for reading, I'm glad you found a new kink :)
Jan. 13th, 2011 12:42 am (UTC)
I'm such a fan of this! I really hope they bring him back, after all, no one really dies in Spn, right? I'm in love with Castiel's, "I apologize for acting so rashly." It's so in character.
Jan. 13th, 2011 02:34 am (UTC)
Yeah... I miss Crowley a lot. I miss the way he was in season five. Thanks for reading, I'm glad you liked it :)
Jan. 13th, 2011 02:53 am (UTC)
Yes, I miss more morally ambiguous Crowley who was more or less part of Team Free Will. I bet he faked his own death because being 'King of Hell' was just too much work and cut into he and Aziraphale's duck feeding schedule.
Jan. 13th, 2011 08:05 am (UTC)
Just gotta say, you are the sole reason I love this pairing so much. Thanks so much for another great story.
Jan. 13th, 2011 02:33 pm (UTC)
*blushes* Thank you so much :) :) Thanks for reading, I'm glad you liked it :)
Jan. 29th, 2011 11:18 pm (UTC)
simply amazing. I loved how you didn't let them stay in their human form! ♥

Jan. 30th, 2011 12:10 am (UTC)
Aw, thanks so much for reading, I'm so glad you liked it :)
Feb. 1st, 2011 09:47 pm (UTC)
Oh, damn. That was AMAZING, so many different kinds of it.
This is a pairing I'm just now getting into, I think you might have me addicted. :)
Feb. 1st, 2011 10:02 pm (UTC)
*blushes* I'm glad you liked it :) :) Crowley is one of my favorite characters... I've got such a weakness for him, so I try and give him all the lovin' I can :) :) Thanks for reading!
May. 6th, 2011 08:10 pm (UTC)
that was hot ♥ it!
May. 6th, 2011 08:14 pm (UTC)
Aw, thanks so much :)
Mar. 20th, 2012 04:42 am (UTC)
The last lines in your Cas/Crowley fics are always the best! <3 I love them all, wish you'd write more C:
Mar. 20th, 2012 04:56 am (UTC)
Aww, thanks honey. I pride myself on a good ending. Thanks for reading, I'm so glad you liked it :)
Jun. 3rd, 2012 08:59 am (UTC)
I don't know wether to be sad or horny or happy omg
(I should not have been listening to Paradise by Coldplay v.v)
Ah the walking in the snow was so fluffy,
and I'm normally not the one to like fluff and all that.

Ah I just love the way you write them.
You make it sound so viable <3

Words have not yet been invented to describe the way in which you write fanfictions xx
Jun. 3rd, 2012 05:06 pm (UTC)
Aw, thanks for reading. I like to do a blend of happy and sad in some of my fics. Thanks so much for reading, I'm so glad you liked it :)
Jul. 22nd, 2014 02:46 pm (UTC)
Really nice fic!
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