It's not an angel statue, no. I'm not entirely sure what it is.
Figured you've been through enough.
[ At the end of the day, Crowley knows exactly what he's been through. Hell with box seats for the Lucifer/Michael showdown in a box. He imagines it must have been worse than most experiences in Hell. It's impressive that Adam isn't more broken, not that Crowley is going to tell him that. ]
[Crowley hasn't seen him spin out in his off moments. It really is a miracle he hasn't unintentionally hurt himself locked up from the outside world, and that's without something in the mansion killing people. At least he's starting to get cozy with his own brand of unhinged. If this is Crowley's version of a prank, it's a shitty one, since it's impossible not to let his imagination run wild and wonder what other brand of unhinged is out there this time.]
What do you mean? What happened?
[Who's dead? How? He tends to agree with the sentiment that enough's enough as far as his resume in torture goes. Having your skin flayed off a thousand times doesn't make you relish the possibility of a thousand and one.]
It must be bad if I'm getting a "heads down" text.
[He doesn't fail to notice it's not from either one of this brothers.]
People are dying. More of them will die before it's over. That's really all I know.
[ Crowley can't be assed to care who it is. It's not Blake or Jo, so he's kept his end of the deal so far, and with luck it won't be anyone else Crowley enjoys the company of. ]
Might want to salt your door. Still not sure what it is, but it can't hurt.
[Hold on a second, what? He knows better than to ask anything of a self-proclaimed monster, but--
Adam's thoughts are starting to spin too fast for his fingers to keep up. He dials up Crowley's phone instead, his voice is ever so slightly higher than normal, tension rising.]
What about salt?
[Have we mentioned the Winchesters' haven't precisely been filling in the important blanks?]
[ Crowley doesn't answer until he can lock himself in his bathroom. The last thing he needs is that slug yelling about hats and vacations in the background. ]
Put a line of it along your doorway. Blocks all sorts of creatures from crossing it.
[ Really, he has to stop himself from revealing that he knows who Adam's brothers are because how have they not told him that, at the very least? Crowley could have just come in and possessed him in his sleep for months and while Crowley doesn't see anything to be gained from that, it's the sort of stupid thing Dean would accuse him off in a heartbeat. ]
[The irony isn't lost on Adam. He's not aware of how you stop a demon from doing something demonic, but having one advise him on how to protect himself is probably so far off the reservation that there's no way back onto middle ground.
Too bad that's his life now, and he's starting to lose a grip on what should make him stop and do a self-check. He'll take a tip from Michael if it genuinely works and keeps him out of a monster's path.]
Just... plain salt?
[Yeah, you better believe that sounds way out there. About as comforting as hearing there's a killer thing on the loose. But if Adam's good at anything at all, it's coping with more than he should.]
[ Angel banishing sigils could be fun. Oh, that could have some hilarious consequences and Adam should know, right? Poor thing needs to protect himself from big, bad Castiel. ]
[His tone is sharper now. He knows better than to question a non-human entity on being itself after Zachariah and the archangels--for a demon, laughing like that could be a normal thing. But it's still the farthest thing from reassuring.]
Not getting pulled part by some thing out there? How do you know about this?
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Figured you've been through enough.
[ At the end of the day, Crowley knows exactly what he's been through. Hell with box seats for the Lucifer/Michael showdown in a box. He imagines it must have been worse than most experiences in Hell. It's impressive that Adam isn't more broken, not that Crowley is going to tell him that. ]
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What do you mean? What happened?
[Who's dead? How? He tends to agree with the sentiment that enough's enough as far as his resume in torture goes. Having your skin flayed off a thousand times doesn't make you relish the possibility of a thousand and one.]
It must be bad if I'm getting a "heads down" text.
[He doesn't fail to notice it's not from either one of this brothers.]
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[ Crowley can't be assed to care who it is. It's not Blake or Jo, so he's kept his end of the deal so far, and with luck it won't be anyone else Crowley enjoys the company of. ]
Might want to salt your door. Still not sure what it is, but it can't hurt.
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Adam's thoughts are starting to spin too fast for his fingers to keep up. He dials up Crowley's phone instead, his voice is ever so slightly higher than normal, tension rising.]
What about salt?
[Have we mentioned the Winchesters' haven't precisely been filling in the important blanks?]
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Put a line of it along your doorway. Blocks all sorts of creatures from crossing it.
[ Really, he has to stop himself from revealing that he knows who Adam's brothers are because how have they not told him that, at the very least? Crowley could have just come in and possessed him in his sleep for months and while Crowley doesn't see anything to be gained from that, it's the sort of stupid thing Dean would accuse him off in a heartbeat. ]
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Too bad that's his life now, and he's starting to lose a grip on what should make him stop and do a self-check. He'll take a tip from Michael if it genuinely works and keeps him out of a monster's path.]
Just... plain salt?
[Yeah, you better believe that sounds way out there. About as comforting as hearing there's a killer thing on the loose. But if Adam's good at anything at all, it's coping with more than he should.]
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[ He laughs. ]
Be good and I'll teach you other things, too.
[ Angel banishing sigils could be fun. Oh, that could have some hilarious consequences and Adam should know, right? Poor thing needs to protect himself from big, bad Castiel. ]
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[His tone is sharper now. He knows better than to question a non-human entity on being itself after Zachariah and the archangels--for a demon, laughing like that could be a normal thing. But it's still the farthest thing from reassuring.]
Not getting pulled part by some thing out there? How do you know about this?
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[ And then he hangs up, helpful as ever. ]
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[He's sure he doesn't have the best phone skills himself, but having Crowley hang up on him makes him double take for a second.
Demons, super helpful.]