Crowley's favorite little human. That's what you were known as throughout Hell. Every demon knew they were as good as dead if they put a hand on you.

You yourself didn't know this, of course. Didn't even know who he was. So when a demon who'd gone insane tried to kill you and was immediately stabbed from behind, you were understandably afraid.

"Don't be scared, darling. That imbecile can't hurt you anymore." Crowley smiled, pulling the angel blade out of the demon's back.