darkmisa-misa

WARNING: Some swearing. And 'breast' is said a lot, which honestly felt really awkward to type. “Wrong spell, Dean!” “You think I can’t see that?” Sam coughed, waving his hand in front of his face in a pointless effort to clear the smoke. He and Dean had been trying to perform a truth spell on Crowley… Both boys froze at the sound of chains falling to the floor. “Um, Crowley?” Dean called hesitantly, trying to see through the smoke-filled room. His shout was met with a wail in response. Sam and Dean shared a look. Moving through the smoke, Sam found his way to Crowley’s chair. &ld