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It was a cold day, and Crowley wasn't particularly in the mood for any surprises. However, that didn't seem to matter, as the world seemed to have some sort of desire to spite this emotion of his. It started with Dean thinking he should tag along with Crowley on his way home. Not that it bothered Crowley too much because, at least Dean wasn't super talkative.
Then they came across the poor, shaggy haired sod that was sitting on the side of the road with his head in his hands. Crowley barely spared him a glance. If anything, he just looked like some poor homeless guy. However, Dean had decided to stop and talk to him.
"Hey, you hungry, pal?" Dean asked, pulling one of the boxes of Chinese food out and holding it out to the guy, who was practically sitting in a puddle. Crowley didn't know why Dean tried sometimes. He was always like this when he saw someone who looked homeless. The man looked up at Dean with wild eyes, his mouth hanging open for a moment before he seemed to gather himself a little and quickly threw his arms in front of his face, cowering away from Dean.
"S-sam?" Dean's voice cracked slightly when he spoke, and Crowley was crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows because Dean was never emotional. It was in that moment that the homeless man got up and started to try and run. Dean shoved the take-out quickly into Crowley's arms before dashing after the man and tackling him.
"Bloody hell," Crowley cursed under his breath, hurrying after Dean, "What the hell are you doing, Dean?" Crowley's voice was rough with irritation.
"Dean?" the homeless man suddenly spoke, and it threw Crowley for a loop. The homeless guy suddenly looked so hopeful, and Crowley ran one of his gloved hands through his hair. Dean got off of the guy then, extending a hand toward him to help him up. When the guy stood, Crowley found that he was a goddamned giant.
"Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" Crowley snapped suddenly, no longer able to stand there while the two stared at each other in utter silence with enough angst to crack a diamond. Dean cleared his throat awkwardly, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets.
"Crowley, this is my kid brother, Sam..." Dean hesitated for a moment before adding, "He's a scanner." Crowley's eyes widened.
"What the fuck? And how are you not?" Crowley asked, taking several steps back suddenly with hands held up defensively.
"Crowley, he's not going to do anything. Please, just... uh, help me hide him," Dean started up. Crowley frowned.
"Like hell," Crowley responded sharply, "That is a whole mess that I want no part of, okay? I didn't see a thing, swear on me mum." Crowley raised his eyebrows slowly.
"You know I can't hide him, Crowley," Dean insisted, "I live in the inner city. He'll go mad cooped up there."
"Sorry, not my problem," Crowley replied. Dean sighed, glowering at Crowley then.
"I'll buy you dinner for a month," Dean said after heaving a sigh. Crowley narrowed his eyes, considering the offer. He glanced over at Sam.
"Don't scan me," he said, pointing a finger in a way he thought was threatening. Dean's face broke out into a grin.