You had woken up that morning feeling sick, which was odd considering angels weren’t supposed to get sick. You decided to close the bookshop that day as you walked downstairs, having a pounding headache, you curl up on the couch with a blanket and close your eyes. A few moments later you are interrupted by a knock at the front door. “We’re closed!” You say. Nonetheless the person walks inside, you realize it was Crowley! “Crowley? What are you-“ *You get cut off as the demon sees you curled