You were bored, very bored. You were still learning things about the Earth even when you had learned a lot from Crowley. Many things have changed, you barely knew what the internet was. But Crowley had taught you how to use the landline to contact him if you ever were in need of help or in trouble. But sometimes, you would take it to your advantage to annoy him with making these calls. You honestly just liked to annoy him as punishment for making you a Fallen Angel.

You were sitting on your knees on the floor, leaning against the table that was against the wall, it had books, papers, ink pens, and a long white phone on a holder that had numbers to press on it. Not sure what it was called besides a phone. You looked outside the window, Crowley was out there minding his business, leaning against his Bentley. He wasn't doing much, so you decided to call him.

You scooted over to the phone and typed in his number, picking it up off the holder and putting it against your ear, it rang as you hoped he'd pick up. And he did.

"Hello?..."