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[Crowley has been on the ship for hours.

The whole business was rather unpleasant, as is being branded like some kind of animal, but all in all, the demon is rather unruffled. Transport into another universe was something of another day's work, though it was an alarming coincidence that it occurred so closely to his greatest victory. Was this his punishment for his involvement with defeating the Leviathan?

Unlikely, the demon decides, and so he goes about his business.

First, it is a matter of discovering his locker, of removing his things, and of disappearing. He has little interest in socializing immediately and, as a result, Crowley vanishes into the shadows to dwell and think -- and, most importantly, learn. Within the hour, Crowley has all he needs to know at his fingertips, and with a flick of his fingers, his comm turns on to broadcast his soft accented English to the Tranquility.]

I'm afraid I require a bit of explanation as to why, exactly, someone thought it would be humorous to shove a Hellhound into a test tube.

[There's an artful pause.]

And also the location of the nearest groomer. This filth is absolutely disgusting.

[There's another three second pause before his own transmission ends.

Let's see who decides to come forward with information about why he, the demon King, is here.]

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[ while dean's been dealing with the whole future, past, present mess while on the tranquility, crowley's comment gets a pause from him. ]

What the hell's that supposed to mean? [ he knows cas and meg are from... god knows what point in the future, but how many years exactly was never said. ]

[With a quick flick of his fingers, Crowley sets a filter, because while he doesn't really care if Dean knows, he doesn't want the entire populace to see. And, realistically, who is Dean going to tell? Castiel? He already knows. Whatever.]

I rebelled a long time ago.

I'm not your friendly neighborhood crossroads demon anymore.

Then what exactly are you? And I swear if you try pullin' some reformed, I'm-on-a-pilgrimage-find-a-better-me demon bullshit-- [ like meg. ] --on me, just save it.

[ so no surprise when dean doesn't sound too convinced. but then, the things cas had told him about the future had been insane at best, just like the angel at the time, so it doesn't hurt to have more details. now if they're true or not is another matter entirely. ]

Oh, no, I'm quite the terrible person.

[It's said evenly, almost amused at the very idea.]

I rule Hell. It's mine.

[ well there's an info tidbit cas sure forgot to mention. dean's not too happy about it, but a minute later he scoffs. ]

You? So what, Lucifer gets his ass kicked and you're the next best thing? Seriously? Talk about drop in standards.

So you enjoyed your time spent in Hell, then.

[It's said crisply, without an ounce of hesitation.

Crowley knows his Hell is better. He doesn't need to prove anything to anyone, much less Dean Winchester.

But Dean's reaction will be satisfying enough.]

[ suddenly dean's so very glad this is voice only. but screw you, crowley, screw you to right back to hell. it's about the only thing he manages to say anyway-- ]

You know what? Fuck you.

[ c r e a t i v i t y. ]

[There's a soft laugh, amused.]

You're so trapped in the 80s, dean. Embrace the future. Throw back the curtains. I'm the change you can believe in.

My ass you are. [ somehow he doesn't think cas or even freaking meg would agree with that, crowley. ]

If you wanna embrace the future, you damn well better not start stirring shit around here, y'hear?

Was that a threat?

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