It was the late afternoon as always, and Crowley laid under the car on the mechanic's dolly as he played Queen music on the Hell's Auto speakers, squinting at the underside of his latest fixer-upper. The heat of Hell's auto made his black shirt stick to his skin, and he had to swipe sweat and oil off his brow to see properly.

"Fuckin' hell," Crowley grumbled quietly to himself, adjusting his shades as he grabbed a wrench to pop open a panel on the bottom side.