Crowley was sitting at the kitchen counter of the Winchesters' bunker. The boys had summoned him to help deal with his bitch mother Rowena. Oh, how he loved fucking with the Winchesters.

Moose and Squirrel aside, there was one Winchester he really liked. He smiled, sipping a glass of wine when he saw her walk in.

"Hello, Honeybee," he said in his low, Scottish voice.