Gabriel would likely never know Crowley's motivations for the things he did. They were complicated and largely self-serving, except when they were not. Without more of an idea as to the depth of his relationship with John, the understanding he had with Adam, his true position in the convoluted ranks of Hell, and to some extent, the price of his estrangement from Aziraphale, the Messenger could not know why the demon would likely never betray him.
Crowley remembered being utterly vulnerable in his hands; recalled Gabriel's faint stirrings of pity and sympathy for the Enemy, regardless of how poorly they were received, and two relatively companionable drunken evenings when perhaps the gap between the greatest of angels and least of demons was not so vast to be entirely unbridgeable. It wasn't enough to entirely overcome an eternity of enmity, nor the impotent frustration of the last three days, but it was a start.
"That... could work," he admitted grudgingly. "I thought I was following his trail, but I was, in fact, following yours after you'd encountered him first." It sounded like Crowley was rehearsing his story, getting the feel for it in his mouth. "But then, what did you do and where, and why were you after him?"
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Date: 2007-08-14 01:51 am (UTC)Crowley remembered being utterly vulnerable in his hands; recalled Gabriel's faint stirrings of pity and sympathy for the Enemy, regardless of how poorly they were received, and two relatively companionable drunken evenings when perhaps the gap between the greatest of angels and least of demons was not so vast to be entirely unbridgeable. It wasn't enough to entirely overcome an eternity of enmity, nor the impotent frustration of the last three days, but it was a start.
"That... could work," he admitted grudgingly. "I thought I was following his trail, but I was, in fact, following yours after you'd encountered him first." It sounded like Crowley was rehearsing his story, getting the feel for it in his mouth. "But then, what did you do and where, and why were you after him?"