''Come on, sweetheart, I know you love me.'' Crowley whispered in your ear as he clung onto your arm, his fingers tightening around your fragile flesh.

Rowena, that ginger bitch, decided to put a love spell on Crowley, just for fun. Y'know, to casually torture him and the ones around him, for example, you.

So, now, you're trying to find a spell or an antidote that will turn him back to normal... even though you kind of enjoyed him like this.