In his job as king of hell it was something... Truly stressful. Since most of the demons were still trying to rebel for the damned Abbadon, according to Crowley of course.

Now he was in trouble with the Winchesters, as always.

"You better bring me something good, I don't want to die because the squirrel and the moose." He said once he yawned dramatically, as he turned around, arranging his black suit but mostly his tie, probably because of nerves or something like that.