(A) there was a lot I really liked about this finale, despite my problems with some of the underlying axioms. Sam in particular was wonderful.

(B) I'm guessing when Crowley mentioned Brentwood he didn't mean the city near me, but a guy just got arrested there for selling meth out of his ice cream truck, which does seem like something a demon might get up to...

I assumed Brentwood meant the city near me, which is meta-snotty.

I think Crowley has some geniune affection for both Dean and Sam, though. His relationship with them is as complicated, if not more so, than Meg's was.

I think their relationship is complicated because of history, but not affection. I think Meg was more of a natural aberration than Crowley, who I think is a supreme opportunist and doesn't think being evil has to get in the way of that.

Of course that doesn't count the blood, and that could turn out to be a factor any time the writers want it to.

Yeah, that's the Brentwood I figured he meant, but then I saw the meth ice cream truck headline today and wanted an excuse to bring it up in conversation.

Crowley makes so little sense to me anymore, I have no idea.

Maybe affection is the wrong word. I think he's sort of fascinated by them, though. And if they were suddenly gone, I think he would miss them, or at least having them to torment.

I guess it's Cas' angelic essence being stolen from another angel that makes its eventual loss fatal? In Season 5 he was just left alive and more or less human once it evaporated.

Or maybe Metatron was referring to an inevitable human death 40 or 50 years down the line (quelle horreur!) rather than an immediate consequence?

I think they said it would burn him out. And it's not self-sustaining, like everyone else's natural grace is.

And if they were suddenly gone, I think he would miss them, or at least having them to torment.

This I can see. I miss the Crowley that thought they were a threat, but making Dean his pet is something Alistair failed at, so go him.

orange-crushed is a thoughtful (D/C, rarely explicit) writer, and Fata Morgana has a Dean as King of Hell and Castiel with an unexpected travelling partner to try and rescue him. I'd recommend it based on the imagery alone.

Can someone write me a story? It's not exactly MPREG, but make the assumption that angels are beings made of love and devotion, and Castiel's extra love and devotion--maybe it's like a grain of sand that makes a pearl, except the pearl is a new angel.

Except he keeps loving and being devoted to Dean, so he keeps popping new angels like peas squeezing out of a pod, and it takes Dean working it out to stabilise the situation, many angels later.

Yes, that is crack I'd laugh at.

Also, I'm bored.

That is certainly cracktastic.

See, they've all stabilised their love for God, so they're not fledgling cannons in his name.

But love of Dean--what angels would those make?

THE MOST BADASS CRACKIEST BOOZIEST SLUTTIEST PRANKIEST LOUDEST GOURMANDIEST angels that would put Balthazar and Gabriel and even Metatron to shame, controllable only by Cas and Sam since Dean doesn't think they've done anything wrong.

Ah, vessel time would be fun, huh? Seeking out rebellious preacher's children who still believe, but want to flip their father the bird.

At which point Lucifer loses track of what his plan was, and God pays Death a visit.